#i am so pathetically infatuated with both of them you don't get it

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EDGAR ALLAN POE SMUT HCS.

E. A. Poe | BSD x Gender-Neutral Reader Smut Headcanons .

warnings ; smut, my pussy wrote this and its 3 am prepare for errors, body worship, cunnilingus, blowjob, face sitting, breeding mention, praise kink, cowgirl position, etc.

authors note ; hi guys .. im a bsd fan .. a big one ... and i fucking love poe so much im obsessed with him . this entire thing is self indulgent i swear to you (which is why female anatomy is mentioned more in this . sorry guys TvT) . sighs deeply .... anyways go read ttyl ! ^_^

✦ Poe's a Sub. 100%. But occasionally, he's not -- and on those occasions he's a Service Dom.

✦ He acts high and mighty, yet nearly crumbles from the slightest bit of teasing from you. He stammers and whines so pathetically from just a simple touch. If you leave Poe alone after that, later you'll feel him wrap his hands around your waist and meekly grind against you to show how hard he is for you.

✦ Poe loves when you gently place kisses on his body, especially his neck. He's the most sensitive there. Bite him there and you'll receive the most pitiful whimpers you ever heard. His tip gets all sticky from just that alone .. please stroke him off , he deserves it :((

✦ Speaking of Poe's dick, it's HUGE. It's a little girthy and very long. He simply has big dick energy I don't know what to tell you. He cums so much, too. Hot, sticky, salty ropes always gush out load by load, emptying himself out. He has so much more, though .. <3

✦ A pillow prince when he's subbing. He's an absolute mess when you suck his dick, his whimpers and babbles filling the room while you bob your head and swirl your tongue around him. He begs to cum, even if you never asked him to.

✦ Service Dom Poe isn't entirely different.. But you can easily tell them apart.

✦ Poe always does body worship. He'll kiss you all the way down your body like you do for him, mumbling praise as his lips touch your warm skin.

✦ His favorite part of you to kiss is your thighs. If you're plus sized or have larger thighs you're putting him in pure bliss, I'm telling you. Poe would bury himself in them if he could.

✦ On that note, Poe is into face sitting. Heavily. He likes it when you close your thighs around his head when you cum, along with you grind on his tongue and make a mess on his face.

✦ He himself isn't exactly a messy eater, though. Poe's slow and calculated, sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue exactly the way you like it. He doesn't mind if you squirm either; it lets him know how well he's doing. The same applies if you have a dick - he sucks at a reasonable pace, and doesn't mind if you start to facefuck him.

✦ Poe's so focused on pleasing you he denies his own needs. He'd deny his own orgasm just to feel you cum around his cock a little more .. He just wants to make you feel good :((

✦ Please praise him. Doesn't matter if Poe's subbing or dominating; just do it. It's his favorite thing ever. He loves to give and receive it.

✦ Poe likes to make you read his novels when he's giving you head or fucking you. The way you stammer and sputter always makes him smile.

✦ Poe writes out the fantasies he has of you nearly all the time. They range from you topping him, fucking him until he can't cum anymore to Poe breeding you, his thick cum pouring out of your stuffed hole. He never lets anyone read them - not even you.

✦ His favorite position is Cowgirl. It works for when he's a sub and a dom -- you can take control, riding him while he grips the sheets desperately, or he can hold you by your hips to help you bounce on him; yanking out your fourth orgasm for the night. Poe loves the duality of it.

✦ Aftercare with Poe is very sweet! When he subs he's tired as fuck, so he ushers you to join him for bed and whispers about how much he loves you as you both doze off. When he doms, he's not as tired, but he's all over you making sure you're okay and if you need anything. He's infatuated with you, his various love poems for you has proof of that.

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Pairing: Charles leclerc X fem!OC (Cherrie)

Word count: 8.5k

Warnings: sappy goodness . Lovesick Charles and bad bitch Cherrie . He’s a lover , she’s a fighter trope. Fights (not between them)! A crash. Just pure fluff really xoxo

As Charles sat on the red cushioned chair in front of the cameras that were quickly filling the room, he couldn't help but pout a little to himself as he looked over to the seat beside him that was still empty , having hoped that somebody else would have been paired with him today.

Although he knew that it was impossible seeing as Cherrie had already texted him that morning to let him know that she would be doing another challenge for their YouTube channel with Carlos instead , he still wasn't very happy about it.

Was it slightly pathetic just how attached to her he had become? Maybe a little .

Did he really care? Absolutely not.

He would take the constant  teasing and knowing looks from the rest of the drivers and his team if it meant that he got to spend every free second of his time with her instead .

He was a man in love , there was nothing wrong with him being absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend.

In fact , he felt sorry for those who had no idea what it was like to be so happy and secure in a relationship with a woman who was also his best friend .

He was utterly besotted by her , and that feeling was never going to change .

He didn't even noticed the slight frown that pulled down his face once Pierre walked into the room , taking the empty seat beside him.

His friend letting out a amused laugh at the look on his face , grinning at him slyly.

"No need to look so disappointed at my arrival Charles. You could at least pretend to be happy that I'm here!" He teased him, leaning back in his chair and giving him a knowing look.

It was no secret to anyone that If Cherrie wasn't at least a few feet away from him or in his eye sight , that his mood would drastically change .

Charles , realising what he was doing, quickly softened his frown and gave his friend a apologetic smile . Laughing a little sheepishly as he gave him a friendly squeeze on his shoulder , feeling bad.

"Sorry mate . I am happy you're here . It's just-" how could he explain that he was just so infatuated with Cherrie that he couldn't be happy without her around without sounding like a total , lovesick moron.

Luckily for him he didn't have to because Pierre understood . Everyone did. He really wasn't as subtle as he thought he was .

His cheeks flushed a little in embarrassment , he wasn't being slick at all.

"-that I'm not Cherrie?" Pierre finished the unsaid sentence for him. Snickering at him.

"I get it . This isn't new to me to see. You've been like this around for almost your whole life man." He mentioned in slight amazement at the way his friends feelings hadn't even faded at all over the years .

If anything they had only intensified .

Before Charles could find any defensive resort to answer him with , their interview finally sat down and gave them both a polite smile and a nod of his head making them both quickly shut up.

"You guys ready? Is there any questions that you don't want to answer?" He questioned them professionally .

Both Pierre and Charles shared a look before simply shrugging their shoulders , not at all bothered. They had not done nothing recently that could be used against them anyways .

That was more his girlfriends thing. Drama followed her wherever she went . He was just glad that she didn't drag him into her craziness too.

He loved her , god he did . But there was no denying that Cherrie could be a really pain in the ass sometimes.

Half an hour later and Charles had finally relaxed into the flow of the questions , answering them easily and calmly . Him and Pierre making jokes whenever they could.

And then the man brought up the one subject that Charles knew that everybody wanted him to talk about . It was expected .

Which was why he didn't even  feel surprised when cherries name was brought up in the interview .

"Am I allowed to ask you some questions about your relationship with your teammate Charles? The fans have been going crazy for all the content about you two online." The man said politely , looking over at him expectantly .

But luckily for him there was nothing Charles loved to do more than talk about his girlfriend to anybody who would listen .

Pierre knew that too seeing as he was the one that was often on the other end of his gushing and rants about how perfect she was for him.

His friend couldn't help but groan jokingly "oh god. Here we go. You'll never shut him up now." He sighed dramatically .

Charles jabbed him in his arm although he couldn't help but chuckle too. He wasn't wrong.

"That's fine . I know the fans have a lot of questions.. I don't mind answering ." He then confirmed to the older man, smiling slightly as he got comfortable in his chair.

If they were going to talk about Cherrie with him, then there was a possibility that they would be there a long time.

The man smiled "okay. So .. everyone was more than surprised when you two announced your relationship to the world . People found it hard to believe it. A lot of people thing that you're complete opposites to each other. Do you agree with that?" He asked him curiously .

Charles just hummed as he thought about his answer. He was right  . Cherrie and him were complete opposites on the personality side of things but that was what had drew him to her in the first place.

She was loud , obnoxious and not afraid to get her hands dirty . Or her knuckles bloody either. She liked to do crazy things without even thinking it through .

She was a little bit insane , but he loved her anyways .

He always had . He could remember the first time he met her when he was just twelve years old at the karting track.

He had stood back and watched a then tiny girl stomp over to him after the race , throwing her gloves at his face as she demanded to know what he was thinking by nearly crashing into her .

Charles had been frozen in his spot as he stared at the furious girl in front of him with wide eyes , his heart skipping A beat in his chest as she started to curse him out . Some really impressive curses and insults for an eleven year old .

He had tried to apologise and explain to her that he had just lost his grip on his wheel, but all that had come out of his was a pathetic little squeak. Stumbling over his words as she started to hit him with her glove over and over again.

Her father had to eventually come over and pull the raging girl away . Later on , he had Forced her to apologise to him for attacking him with her gloves and calling him every bad name under the sun.

She hadn't looked happy at being told to do so, but she had no choice .

And since that day the two of them had quickly became attached at the hip.

She had taught him how to hold his wheel properly so his grip never slipped . And Charles had taught her breathing exercises to do whenever she got a little too mad again.

It was love at first sight at just twelve years old . At least for him it was , it had took a lot more persuading on his part to get her to come around and see him as anything other than an annoying boy who followed her around like a lost puppy.

But the years worth of grovelling and pestering her for a date had been worth it . Because he got to her in the end .

He was convinced that it was destiny. Cherrie was just convinced that he would have annoyed her forever if she hadn't said yes.

"I mean. We are a little different , yes." He agreed easily as he took a sip of his water .

"But we balance each other out I think. She forces me to have more fun and not be so serious all the time and I-" he smirked a little to himself , chuckling. "I try and make sure that she only has her photo taken for press shoots and not for her mugshots." He joked although he wasn't completely lying either .

His girlfriend was pure trouble sometimes .

The amount of times that he had managed to save her last minute from being arrested was a little concerning . She really just couldn't keep her big mouth shut when she should do so .

Even Pierre laughed , nodding his head in agreement .

Looking over at Charles with a amused grin on his face. "Like that time that she took down a man twice her size in your honour. No hesitation at all!" He remembered .

Charles groaned a little at the reminder of how much panic had filled him when he had seen Cherrie throw herself at some big dude at the club they were partying in with her little fists swinging.

Their interviewer laughed . Looking between them

Curiously .

"Would you say that the two of you are very protective of each other then?" He asked.

Charles just tilted his head a little hesitantly , thinking back to all the times that one of them had gotten into a fight with someone because they hasn't liked what they were hearing .

Although he could admit that the kind of fights he got into for Cherrie weren't so much the punching type than the silent motioning for security to drag the idiots away type. THe most aggressive thing he had ever done was shout at them angrily as he stood back with his arms crossed tightly , calling them names as they were dragged away from the scene.

Cherries fights however , were the complete opposite. She didn't think logically or calmly , she simply just jumped in with her fists swinging and her voice screaming at whoever had upset them.

He was the lover . Cherrie was the fighter . He really wasn't going to complain. She was stronger than him physically anyways . He wouldn't stand a chance in a real fight like that.

Cherrie would just floor them while he looked on , impressed and slightly turned on by how quickly she flipped the switch from calm to bat shit crazy in seconds .

"A little bit .. I mean. It's only normal to be protective of your partner . It's a nice feeling to know that the love of your life has your back like that.." he mused as he thought back to that night .

They had been celebrating one of her podium wins when Cherrie had overheard some idiot talking shit about him from the booth behind them.

Spinning on her seat to glare over at the large man with a redbull shirt on, clearly not a Ferrari fan as he ranted on and on about how shit of a driver he was and how he didn't think he deserved his rightful place in the team.

Cherrie had saw red . Funnily enough. She had slammed her now empty glass down on the table in front of her and made a move to get up. Lando , charles and Pierre all snapping their heads over to her in alarm.

Spotting the furious look on her pretty face as she glares daggers into the man head behind them , Charles felt panic flitter through him as he made a desperate attempt to pull her back down to her seat.

Groaning loudly as he realised what she was about to do. "He's not worth it cher! Just ignore him. I really don't care what he has to say about me!" He tried to convince her . Looking over to their friends for a little help.

He got no such thing. Instead pierre and lando were grinning and telling her to kick his ass and put him in his place .

"Guys!" He had hissed at his friends in disbelief as his girlfriend yanked her hand away from him. Her cheeks flushed red in anger . "Don't encourage her!"

Cherrie just scowled and shook her head, refusing to sit back down.

"Well I do. He's talking shit . Someone should help him put that shit back up his ass where it belongs!" She deliberately raised her voice so the man looked over at her.

Pushing her way to the front of the idiots booth, she glared down at him hatefully.

"You should learn to shut your fucking mouth up . Didn't your mama ever teach you not to lie?!" She snarled down at him.

The mans eyes widening once he realised who she was. Then he just rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet as well, puffing out his chest to Try and intimidate her.

Making Charles curse as they all quickly got out of their booth and rushed over to her , shaking his head in defeat .

Because what this idiot didn't know was that his girlfriend wasn't afraid of anyone. Not even a man that was twice her size .

"Where's the lie?!" The man shouted down at her , looking over at Charles with a sneer. "How many races has been won? He's crashed more times into a wall than he has won! He's Pathetic!" He insulted him.

Charles just looked back at him blankly , shaking his head . Christ. He thought grimly as he watched Cherrie straightened up and tighten her fists.

Wrong move.

"How many times have you been floored?!" She suddenly questioned him. Ignoring Charles tugging at her arm . Lando and Pierre giggling at her other side , enjoying the show.

The man frowned in confusion "what? None? What has that got to do with anything you stupid woman?!" He shot back at her , taking a step towards her threateningly .

Charles tensed . Cherrie just smiled wickedly .

Shrugging her shoulders casually as she took a small step back before saying "well, there's a first time for everything asshole!" Then she cocked her fist back and punched the fucker right in his jaw.

The man went down like a sack of potatoes , everyone gasping in shock as they watched on.

Pierre was in tears of laughter as he clutched at His stomach . Lando was just filming while giggling to himself .

"That's what you get you ignorant bastard! You have no idea how good of a driver he is because your clearly too stupid to see talent!" She spat down at him , picking up his drink and throwing it at him as well.

Charles gasped and quickly wrapped his hands around her arms to try and pull her away as the large man began to stagger back to his feet.

"Oh my god!" Charles sounded a little hysterical in panic as he looked at the mans furious face in front of them. A large bruise already spreading across his face and neck, his face covered in liquor .

"Cherrie! Come on ! You've done more than enough damage!" He exclaimed as he watched the mans friends try to pull him back as well.

But apparently his girlfriend wasn't done because she had decided to do some emotional damage next , leaving him to wince as she pointed her finger rudely into the mans face .

"Your mother should have fucking spat you out! Instead she's saddled with her biggest mistake for the rest of her life! She has my pity!" She continued to verbally assault him as well.

Charles just sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist , hauling her away instead . With his girlfriend still struggling to be put down, kicking out her feet to try and catch the asshole with her heels.

Still screaming her head off as she pointed her finger at him in disgust .

"I could eat alphabet soup and shit out a smarter person than you. And they wouldn't even be real!" She screeched as Charles spun her around , still holding her in the air as he carried her ass away from the man.

Pierre and lando were trailing after them in hysterics , watching as Cherrie tried to look over Charles shoulder to keep the idiot in her line of sight . Still fuming.

"Assholes like you are the reason that we have a middle finger to use! Hope you're ready to eat shit when you see me and my boyfriend on the podium next week! Bitch!" She screamed over Charles shoulder at him.

Charles let out a small snort at that. Tightening his grip around her waist as he pushed them through the wide eyed crowds that had been watching his insane girlfriend lose her shit.

"Okay! Calm down bébé ! I think you got your point across!" He exclaimed to her once he finally managed to find the exist door. Wasting not time in getting them out of there .

Cherrie had just continued to huff and puff as he carried her all the way to his car. Placing her in the passenger seat and buckling her in, ignoring the way she was muttering about he should have let her at him some more .

Instead Charles , so overcome with love and awe for the woman in front of him, who was willing to beat anyone's ass for talking bad at him. He gently kissed the pout off her lips , nudging his nose against her own gently to calm her down.

She may have been a nut job but she was his nut job.

"A little protective?!" Pierre laughed beside him, shooting him a look. "Just a little? And what about you huh? You never let anyone even mess with her either!" He reminded him.

Charles flushed , blinking over at his friend innocently . "I'm not that bad." He tried to deny , sinking back into his seat with embarrassment when his friend let out a loud loud of disbelief .

"Not that bad? " he echoed in amusement as he thought back to all those times that Charles had casually scolded his friends over their behaviour to Cherrie .

There was that time when Charles , Pierre , lando and Daniel had been sat together at a restaurant having lunch.

They had already been sat there for twenty minutes , groaning loudly about how hungry they were but Charles refused to even budge .

"We're not ordering until she gets here. She texted me to say that she is on her way." He told them firmly as he typed another reply out on his phone to ask her if she was any closer yet.

He couldn't deny that he was hungry and dying to eat. But it just wouldn't feel right to him to start eating without her, they always had their meals together , he wasn't about to change that now.

Daniel looked at him with wide eyes , wondering if Charles was truly oblivious to his girlfriends constant lateness .

"She always says that! has she ever arrived on time? Or even less than an hour later? It's like she can't read the time!" He exclaimed , a little pissy from not being fed .

Pierre nodded in agreement , smiling . "He's right. We were waiting for two hours to get into that club , outside in the freezing cold because your girlfriend was 'on her way!' . She's never on her way!" He recalled .

Lando was wise enough not to say a word. Instead he just sat back in his seat and watched it unfold in front of him in amusement .

Charles frowned at his friends , annoyed. To him it simply didn't matter , as long as she eventually arrived safe and sound , then he didn't care how long he had to wait.

"She's a busy woman! She can't always be on time!" He shot back at him. Ignoring Daniels cough of "never on time!' And instead continued to tell them.

"-plus she likes to take her time getting ready. You can't rush perfection." He said it with all seriousness , smiling down at his phone as Cherrie told him that she was literally just another two minutes away.

Pierre just sighed at his blind in love friend , knowing that there was no point in telling him otherwise .

He loved her too much to hear anything negative about her. In his mind she was perfect. No matter what she did or said. Or how long she kept them waiting .

Then Charles suddenly glanced over to where Daniel was sitting at the end of the table , where it was a seat big enough for two with a perfect window view.

Daniel rose his brow at him once he caught Charles frowning at him "what?" He asked.

Charles just pushed up from his seat , pocketing his phone.

"I need you to swap seats . Cherrie likes to sit at the end of the table and I want to sit next to her." He informed him casually . Already making his way over to the other end of the table .

Daniel gaped at him "but this is my seat! Why should I move?!" He looked over at lando and Pierre for help, getting grins instead.

It wasn't the first time that Charles had demanded them to move seats before , he wanted Cherrie to have the best seat in the house always. No matter who he had to steal it from.

She came first . Always.

Charles just looked at him blankly "because that's Cherrie's seat. She likes to look out the window during dinner. Makes her feel less claustrophobic." He simply told him. Already tugging at his arm to literally pull him out of the seat himself, getting impatient .

As Daniel was hauled out of his seat, he could only Gape at his friend in disbelief .

"Claustrophobic?! The restaurant is massive! What's next? Do you want to take my kidney to give to her too?!" He exclaimed dramatically . Huffing his way over to his new seat.

Charles just rolled his eyes "if she was going to have anybody's kidney, it would be mine. Oh look-!" He suddenly brightened up as he caught sight of Cherrie coming through the doo. "-she's here! Call the waiter over now!" Before he rushed over to greet his girlfriend with a kiss.

Wrapping his arm around her waist as he lead her over to the table , chatting her ear off about what his morning had been like so far.

Ignoring the looks that he was getting from his friends as he gently pushed her into Daniels old seat, sliding in next to her till their thighs were touching and his arm was pressed against her side .

The smile never leaving his face the whole night . Even when he made Pierre switch plates with Cherrie because she didn't like her food.

Not even when he made lando give Cherrie his jacket when they were leaving , refusing to let her leave without one once he saw her shivering. He had left his own jacket at home , hence why he was mugging lando of his instead .

At the reminder of that day, Charles just rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with making sure that my girlfriend is comfortable and happy .." he took a sip of his water . Fighting the urge to check his phone to see if she had replied to his texts yet.

Pierre just snorted "even if it's at the expense of others happiness. Like my ham burger that I was really looking forward to eating.." he sent him a pointed , unimpressed look.

Charles clicked his tongue , unashamed . Shaking his head at his friend as though he was the silly one.

"The tuna she had was making her feel sick! She doesn't like fish!" He exclaimed like it was common knowledge that everyone was supposed to know.

Pierre looked at him like he was insane "then why did she order it?! And why did you have to mug me of my food?!" He exclaimed . Grinning despite himself. More amused than upset.

Charles scowled at him , ready to defend Cherrie to his last dying breath. Over everything and anything, no matter how stupid .

"She hasn't been to that restaurant before! She didn't know what it was that she ordered! It wasn't her fault!" He then huffed "and her favourite is pasta. Trust me, it was better for me to give her your food than not to. She goes crazy when she's hungry." He stated seriously . Grimacing a little at the thought.

The last time his girlfriend had went all day without eating anything , she had gotten into a fight with their team over the colour of her car .

They had looked at her in disbelief when she tapped the side of her car with a huff , her stomach rumbling .

"It's just so-" she huffed again "red!"

Their manager had gaped at her "it's a Ferrari car! Of course it's red!" He had exclaimed .

Cherrie had just whined "I know that but - how about a darker red? Like if I got a paper cut and bled all over the metal kind of red?" Before she could go into another tangent about all the different shades of red she preferred . Charles had spotted her hassling their team and quickly hurried over with a sandwich in his hand.

Having been running around looking for her since he had found out that she was annoying everyone she could . Then he had remembered that she had skipped out of their apartment without anything to eat and quickly realised what was happening.

She was just hungry. That was why she was terrorising  everyone .

Once he had fed her , she was back to normal .

Chewing on the last bite happily as she tilted her head at her again, sighing pleasantly as she tucked herself into his side.

Looking between their team and her boyfriend , she smiled .

"I actually quite like this shade of red. There's nothing wrong with it at all. It's lovely." She casually said as though she hadn't just been almost crying over the colour .

They all exchanged similar looks between exasperation and amusement . Charles just laughing because he was used to it.

So , his girlfriend was a little unhinged? It made his life a little more exciting.

Pierre was adamant about how over protective of his she was. Pursing his lips stubbornly "she would kill someone if they even just upset you mate. Do I need to remind you of that disaster race?" He brought up knowingly .

The interviewer let out a small laugh "oh I think I know which one you're on about." Everyone did.

Charles paused at that, opening and closing his mouth several times for a moment before sighing long and hard in defeat .

"Okay... maybe she's a little protective. But I like it." He simply muttered. "Makes me love her more. If that's even possible . She makes me feel safe. I don't have to worry when she's around because I know she's always for my back. Even when she's not technically supposed to." He laughed.

Thinking back to his disaster crash last year when his wheels had made contact with Max's and sent him flying into the wall.

Cherrie had been driving right behind them when it happened and she could only watch with wide eyes as a familiar red car went flying in front of her , the redbull car being forced off the track with it.

She could only hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she quickly pushed her radio on , the red light flashing as the safety car was deployed . But Cherrie was frozen in her car , only a metre away from the two crashed cars.

"That was Charles wasn't it?! Is he okay?! Why isn't he getting out?!" She almost screamed in panic as she kept her eyes glued onto his car , praying for him to get out so that she could see with her own two eyes that he was okay.

"It was Charles Cherrie but I need you to pull back and follow the safety car now." The voice came over her radio calmly .

Yet she felt anything but . Slamming her hands against her wheel for a moment as she looked over to the safety car that she was supposed to follow and between her boyfriends crashed one anxiously .

"Why isn't anybody here yet? He needs to get out! Has he turned his engine off?!" She demanded to know, starting her car again as she slowly crept towards the crash scene instead.

Hearing her team panic over her radio once they saw what she was doing.

"Cherrie! Stay in your car and move away now! The medics are on the way!" Was frantically said.

She just huffed to herself. Ignoring them as she pulled her car forward and stopped right beside the crashed cars.

"They're taking too long! I'm gonna get him out! Sorry! Any consequences will be on me guys but I don't care right now!" She announced firmly before turning off her radio and quickly pulling herself up and out of her car.

Wasting no time as she ran over to the messed up Ferrari car , kneeling down beside it as she quickly pulled out the wheel in a panic .

"bébé ! Are you okay? Tell me you're okay!" She shouted down to her boyfriend . Letting out a loud sigh of relief when he let out a groan , wiggling in his seat as he looked up at her.

Reaching forward , she made sure that his engine had been turned off before sliding his visor up so that she could see his eyes. Her heart breaking at the sight of the tears covering them.

She knew how much this race had meant to him, how much he had wanted to win. And he had been so close to the goal before max had knocked him off the track.

"I've lost again!" Charles murmured to her , upset as he reached up to grab her hands so she could help pull him out . Wincing as he did so.

She pulled off her own helmet and tossed it aside as he did the same thing with his own. Then she reached up and wrapped her arms around him in a relieved embrace . Her heart still racing from seeing the love of her life crash like that.

"That doesn't matter C. What matters is that you're okay! What the fuck happened?! You were doing so good!" She exclaimed as she glanced over her shoulder to Max's car just as he started to pull himself out. Pushing the hands of the crew away from him.

Charles shook his head in frustration as he placed his hands on his hips , pursing his lips to keep back the tears that wanted to escape .

She knew that he would take the loss to heart, he always did.

"I tried to pass him on the bend and instead of leaving room he just fucking boxed me in! I tried to turn the wheel but his back wheel had already made contact! It's not fair! I was doing so well too!" He groaned as he placed his hands over his eyes, applying pressure .

Cherrie saw red.

Gently patting her boyfriend on his back before uttering a "one minute bébé ." Before she jogged over to where max was walking away.

He hadn't even checked to see if Charles was okay! She fumed as she came to stop in front of him, then she shoved him hard , startling him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you suddenly forget how to drive max?! Why didn't you leave him enough space! You knew what would happen if you closed the gap and yet you did it anyway!" She blew up on him, jabbing her finger into his chest harshly .

Leaving Charles to watch her with wide eyes, not daring to get in between them. He knew better than to jump in front of his girlfriend when she was livid like this.

And anyways . He did want to see her go ape shit on max . He deserved it for running him off the track.

Max just scoffed and batted her hands off of him, raising his visor so she could see him glaring at her.

"Your stupid boyfriend is the one who thought it would be a good idea to try and pass me in a corner like that!" He snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a strangled noise of anger and disbelief "that's the whole point of racing you dickhead! To overtake the other! Or did the crash make you lose what little brain cells you had left?!" She shoved him again , the image of Charles flying full force at the wall not leaving her mind.

Max was just as angry then, shaking his head at her hatefully . It was safe to say that the two had never gotten along very well before hand either , now that he had crashed into her boyfriend...

Well, she was done playing nice.

"Oh fuck off! You don't know what you're talking about . You're absolutely crazy!" He Snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a humourless laugh "I don't? You're saying that I'm the stupid one?!"

Max shrugged "you said it not me!"

She seethed "thank your lucky stars that I don't see you off the track max . 'Cause I'd fucking wring your neck for this!" She threatened him, meaning it too.

Watching as his girlfriend took a step closer to max , not doubt to threaten him some more , Charles finally moved and jogged over to her quickly . Aware that there was a lot of cameras being trained on them and that she could get into a lot of trouble for this.

"Cherrie come on.." he muttered to her . Not even looking at Max as he tried to pull her away.

Max laughed "yeah Cherrie . You heard your little boyfriend . Leave me alone!" He threw at her bitterly.

Cherrie looked at Charles blankly "what do you think will happen if I punch him?" The question was spoken so casually that max took a large step away from her , aware of her temper and how she wasn't afraid to fight anybody either . Consequences be damned.

Charles cleared his throat , trying to push down his own little smirk at her behaviour .

Instead he put on a serious face and shook his head at her .

"Not a good idea. You're already gonna be in the shit's for jumping out of your car . Don't risk it." He pleaded to her lightly.

Not wanting to see her get into more trouble than she no doubt already was in.

Seeing the way she hesitated, still side eyeing max dangerously . He decided to just remove her from the scene before she actually did what she wanted to do.

Beat the ass of anyone that dared to hurt him.

He even let her drag him over to the medics to make her happy too .

Their interviewer looked amused "wow. It seems like you two really love other . I guess it's safe to say that the relationship between you two it's pretty serious." He commented to him.

Charles couldn't help but smirk a little , his eyes misheviously meeting Pierre's as they both shared a knowing look between them.

Shifting in his seat with a small , amused laugh as his phone buzzed in his lap. Glancing down at it just in time to see cherries beaming face pop up on his screen.

It was one of his favourite pictures of them as his screensaver too. The photo was from her sisters wedding they had attended . It was a small, family only event . Cherrie had hosted the whole thing in their back garden and it had been turned into a wonderland for the night .

Cherrie had giggled and teased him all night for breaking out into endless tears when they said their vows , his lips trembling as he clutched onto his girlfriends hands for dear life , as though she was going to run away if he let go.

He had just been so in love that as he watched her sister and one of their friends get married and promises till death do they part , it had hit him that night, that was what he wanted too.

He wanted to be stood at the end of the isle waiting for Cherrie one day . He wanted to watch her walk down the isle with her arm being held onto by her fathers as he gave her away.

He had no doubt in his mind that she was his person. He had known since he was twelve years old that she was the one.

All she needed was a bit of convincing and a little time for her to come to the same conclusion as he had so long ago.

By the end of the night the both of them had drank enough wine to be unashamed of their public display of affection. They had spent the whole night attached to each other , so much so that her father had joked that their skin was going to fuse soon if they weren't careful.

They had been stood by the archway in the garden where her sister had gotten married. Cherrie had been muttering a stupid joke in his ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and leant his cheek against her shoulder.

Grinning up at her like the man in love that he was , his eyes glued to her giggling lips as she hooked her arm behind his neck to bring him closer . Neither of them had seen the photographer near them with her camera aimed at them, too lost in each other to notice anything else .

"What do you call two spiders that just got married?" She giggled as she barely got her own question out , her cheeks flushed from the amount of wine they had consumed.

Charles had been fairing no Better, his eyes glazed and beyond happy as he gazed at her with love in his eyes. Giggling because she was .

She had titled her head at him, meeting his eyes mischievously as she ran her fingers through his hair without even realising that she was doing it.

"Newly webs!" She barely got the joke out from her own snorting laughter . The both of them too drunk on wine and each other as they started hysterically giggling, leaning on each other for support.

Then the photo had been taken at that exact moment . With Charles looking at her like she had hung every star in the sky above them and Cherrie beaming up at him proudly , pleased that she had made him laugh.

"Yeah .." he chuckled as he tapped his ring finger against his phone screen absentmindedly.

"I'd say it's pretty serious ." He smirked as he tilted his hand so that the camera could focus on the new gold band that was sat proudly on his ring finger.

The interviewers eyes widened in shock as Pierre giggled beside him at Charles's lack of subtly.

"Are you- is that what I think it is?" The man looked over at him in surprise .

Charles looked down at his ring , running his fingertip gently over the words carved in the gold.

Je t'aime. It read.

He smiled softly , his face softening as he squeezed his finger with the ring on.

Sighing contently "it is. It's an engagement ring." He simply replied.

The man smiled "ah that's lovely! When did you propose?" He wanted to know . No doubt the whole world did.

At that Charles let out a loud laugh, smirking cheekily as he shook his head. Utterly gleeful.

"I didn't ." He looked at the mans confused face and laughed even harder .

"Cherrie did. She couldn't even let me do it! I had a plan and everything!" He exclaimed in amusement .

It was just like her to do something like that. He should have expected it really . She always was the one to do everything first .

It hadn't been a particularly special day, Cherrie and him had decided to race around the track with their friends after getting permission to do so from their teams .

It was a completely different atmosphere without all the fans filling the area and they had been having fun just joking around and having fun. Racing against each other as someone kept the tally, and whoever won got a large plastic crown that Cherrie had found in one of the shops .

He hadn't even known anything was going on when Cherrie dragged him out of his seat and demanded that he race her and her alone.

He didn't think anything of it because his girlfriend was a competitive woman who liked to kick ass in any game . Loved to rub it in his face that she always won.

So he had just laughed and rolled his eyes at her playfully as he let her shove his helmet back over his head . Their friends exchanging knowing looks between them as they all got out their cameras to film their race .

Cherrie was beaming as she put on her own helmet , lifting up the visor for a moment so she could look him in his eyes .

"If I win I get to ask you a question." She suddenly said as she playfully kicked at his hip , getting a slap on-top of her helmet in return.

He had just laughed and squinted his eyes at her in slight confusion . Wondering what type of game she was playing with him.

She had been known to spin truth or dare on people at the most random of times . Forcing them to admit something embarrassing or do something equally as mortifying as a forfeit .

So , he still had no clue at all.

Instead he had just grinned and squeezed her hip affectionately before moving past her to her in his own car.

"You can ask me whatever you want but I'm not telling you what I got you for your birthday Cherrie.." he called over to her laughing . She had been bugging him none stop about it.

Trying to guess what he could have gotten her that she didn't already have .

Grinning to himself as he buckled himself in. Feeling excited at the very thought of her birthday because what the love of his life doesn't know was that he had gotten her the lost important gift she would ever receive from him.

He had gotten her a ring . A beautiful gold ring with real diamonds lining it and a stunning emerald stone right in the middle .

He had a plan.

He was going to make her blow out her candles on her cake at the party and then when she turned around to kiss him like she usually did , he was going to be down on one knee asking her to marry him.

He couldn't wait .

There was still no suspicion in his mind as they flew around the track, her radio open to his as she kept teasing him . Her car a good few seconds ahead of him.

Because of course she was winning. She always did.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you looked today bébé?" She said to him over the radio . Knowing how much her complement would fluster him.

Charles could feel his face heat up from under his helmet . Keeping his eyes firmly on her car in front of him as they turned a sharp corner , still struggling to catch up to her .

"About a hundred times already yes ." He chuckled shyly, recalling the way they had almost not made it out of their door that morning .

The radio went silent for a few minutes as they concentrated on racing each other . Charles finally managing to catch up on the last lap.

His radio crackled back to life "just a few more seconds to go C. Are you ready to answer a question that's been on my mind for a while now?" She questioned him casually as the finish line came into sight .

Charles sighed in defeat , knowing that she was about to win again. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to be upset .

Instead he was smiling to himself as he answered her.

"Alright . Lay it on me mon amour." He said just as they passed the finish line . Chuckling to himself as he began to slow down his car to be next to her own, tilting his head to try and see her .

He could just see her helmet tilting in his direction as she waved her hand out cheekily at him.

Then her voice came through again, calm and casual like nothing was out of the ordinary as she finally spoke up.

"You still love me? Even though i beat you again?" She asked him softly , seeming to seriously want to know the answer . Even though it was obvious.

Charles just grinned to himself , heart feeling full.

"Of course I do. I've loved you since I was twelve years old Cherrie . You humiliating at every game we play isn't going to change that." He teased her.

Cherrie just let out a quiet laugh , something shifting in her voice that made his grin fade . Concern filling him the longer she stayed silent .

Frowning a little as he kept his eyes on her helmet covered head as he wondered what she was thinking. surprised that she wasn't rambling on and rubbing her win in his face like she usually did .

Before he could speak up and ask her if she was okay , the radio finally came back to life and her soft , hesitant voice came through the line.

"Okay .. that's good otherwise this might have been a little awkward .." she giggled a little nervously making him tense .

Because Cherrie never got nervous. What was going on?

It was only then that he noticed their friends hanging over the railing with their phones held up in their direction as they all grinned their way.

"Cherrie-" he started to question her , confused.

But she quickly cut him off , her smile evident in her voice .

"Will you marry me Charles? Cause I want to marry you. I think you'd look amazing at the end of the isle waiting for me." She asked him seriously , voice confident yet still so nervous as she waited for him to answer .

Charles could only blink over at where she was still sat in her car with wide eyes , his heart racing in his chest as he inhaled sharply . Tears quickly filling his eyes as he let her question sink in.

She was asking him to marry him.

Four days before he was supposed to ask her to marry him as well.

He couldn't believe it!

Letting out a wet laugh as the tears began to rain like a waterfall from his eyes , his voice both thick with emotion and amusement .

Because of course she got there first .

"I can't believe you beat me to it." His voice cracked as he spoke . Utterly speechless .

Was he dreaming or did the love of his life just propose to him over the radio after beating him in a race?

Cherries voice came through , amused and more then confused as she voiced a "what do you mean? What else have I beat you in?" Laughing a little.

Charles cried "oh my god. I had a plan and everything! Not as good as yours though! Fucking hell Cherrie! Get out your car mon amour!" Was all he managed to choke out before he removed his steering wheel and jumped out.

Seeing Cherrie do the same as he ran over to her, throwing his helmet off to the side while she gently placed hers inside of the car . Charles didn't care if he broke his, too busy wrapping his arms around her tightly as he lifted her feet up off the ground , twirling them around in circles .

Laughing tearfully as she shrieked with giggles, clinging onto his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly.

"Sooo is that a yes bébé?" She needed to know as she pulled her face back so she could meet his eyes.

Laughing gently at how emotional he was as she wiped away the tears that kept kept falling from his eyes , leaning up to kiss them all away.

Charles let out a tearful scoff , smacking his lips against hers over and over again. Kisses Messy and dramatic , just like she was.

Sniffling loudly as the same butterflies that had swarmed his stomach when he was a teenager getting beaten with gloves while Cherrie cursed him out at the kart racing when they were just twelve and eleven years old.

The same butterfly's that had never fucking left .

He might as well start naming them because they were going the be with him for as long as Cherrie was.

Forever now.

"Yes! Of course I'm gonna marry you mon amour! I've been planning to since the moment we met!" He laughed as he pulled away from her lips to beam at her .

Only to look down at his hand as he felt her slide a ring onto his finger . Starting to cry again as he read the words engraved on it .

"Forever." He sniffled before blowing a raspberry into the air as he tried to pull himself together . Slowly putting her back down on her feet as he wiped his tears away with his hands quickly .

Then he remembered her ring sitting at home in his sock drawer and laughed . Squeezing her cheeks into the palms of his hands as he squished her lips together playfully , making her giggle as she gazed up at him happily .

"Guess you're gonna open your birthday present early after all." He huffed jokingly as he kissed her again, just because he could.

Hearing their friends yell and scream their names happily , peering over his shoulder at them with a laugh as he saw a few of them crying. No doubt having been in on her little plan.

Cherrie just smiled at him, not seeming surprised that he had planned to ask her to marry him too.

He supposed he had never been the subtlest of people. He had openly and loudly told anyone that would listen to him over the years that he was going to marry her one day.

He just hasn't expected her to beat him to it. By four fucking days too!

It was just like her to pull something like this.

"I love you. I want to be your pain in the ass for the rest of our lives." She told him sweetly as she interlaced their fingers together and began to lead him over to their celebrating friends who were already cracking open the champagne.

Charles snorted a laugh, looking down at her with love in his eyes. The love spilling out of him as his heart was already too full.

He was going to marry his best friend. After dreaming about putting a ring on her finger since the day he first met her .

It couldn't get any better than that.

[almateantales]

An unsent letter.

(Inside a well-secured case, a number of pages fall upon breaking its spell. The paper pages look in perfect condition, despite the worn out appearance of everything else)

Date: April 3rd (no year).

Hello Yazmin… Or Yamn, I guess you’d like your nickname better. It's the end of the year and I find myself writing to you, a letter never to be sent. See, I’ve been thinking of something lately. About the past, and wondering if things could have gone better back then.

I recall that day more often than not, the seconds awaiting for the texts and explanations, the way you stumbled around your words as you made your point. I could tell you were nervous, and I was too. I let myself wonder sometimes how much of what happened afterwards could’ve been avoided, had the circumstances been different. It's been eating at my mind lately.

Years have passed now, and I see you remain as kind as ever. You've come so far too, it makes me proud to be around you after all this time. You have a life companion in Maerin, and as far as I've seen you're happy with Nive and Louis as well. I was surprised when I found out about Louis's participation, but I learned that you were not together and only formed a relationship with the same person, an axis. That's great, and I'm happy for you.

Still, when I found out I felt so… Strange.

I thought it was because of Louis, maybe I didn't move past my feelings for him after all? But that couldn't be it. While I would’ve liked someone like him as a partner in the past, it wasn't the end of the world if he didn't return my affections— It's been years, I moved on.

So why would I care about this situation, then? Thinking and trying to figure this out only made me more and more confused. Maybe I am just lying to myself and still like him after all? Jealousy isn't something to be ashamed of after all; it would be pathetic on my part, but emotions are nonsensical like that sometimes, right?

But I knew that wasn't it. I looked at a picture of them together, and didn't feel a thing. Not even a sign of envy, heartbreak or disappointment. If anything I felt happy looking at it, reading the description saying how happy he was with the love of his life. So it just wouldn’t make sense to say I’m jealous if that’s what’s crossing my mind, right?

Keeping that last thought in mind, I went to your profile to see a similar picture, of you and Nive happily embracing each other, you were giving her a kiss on her cheek while she laughed with joy. It was the perfect photo really, you both look so happy to be together…

That should've felt the same way as with Louis, but. It didn't.

Implications were now messing with my mind. How is that possible? It doesn't make sense, why now? Now that you've moved on with your life, and so much time passed. It feels unfair and cruel… It doesn't make sense! I rejected you saying I wasn't attracted to women. Then I spent half my teenage years infatuated with this boy who's now my best friend, got rejected and over it. I even had other relationships through the years. So why?

It isn't fair, neither for me nor for you. If I was you, I would feel insulted— the way I rejected you and left was awful, and now I dare to feel jealous of your loving, happy relationship? What kind of person am I? This feels so wrong and just… I don't know. Unfair, I guess. I feel stupid thinking about how long this has been going on without me noticing, nevermind the fact that I might be bisexual. Have I ever been attracted to other women? Was it only you? I can feel myself spiraling the more I think about that as well. I’d rather not.

The thought “I don’t know what to do now” crossed my mind for a moment, but I know there’s nothing for me to do in this situation, not really. Things should stay as they are, and you don't deserve to be bothered by something like this. I just needed to write about it, to get it out of my system in some way. You were right, this does help.

I’ll just keep writing if I feel like this again. As you said one time, I promise I will not let this burden you. You are still very dear to me.

I think that’s all I can say for now. I hope you keep living your life to the fullest, as happy as you deserve. I will be cheering on you from the sidelines.

-S.P.

[sunstaar]

Hiii, I just read your newest kakashi fic and omg your writing is BEAUTIFUL!!! So, I don't know if you're still ok with requests but could I ask for another kakashi fic? (with a fem or gn reader?) Maybe a friends to lovers one, where they never talked about their feelings but everybody else knows. So they (maybe genma? I could imagine him doing that) try to get them together by making him jealous (and he realizes that he is worthy to be loved). And he confesses in the heat of the moment?

And if you're not into that maybe a one bed scenario where they wake up cuddling together? Because I know that he is touch starved I know my suggestions are cheesy and I'm so sorry

Just some more pure fluff for our traumatized sweetheart Thank you for considering; Please ignore this if I made a mistake Stay hydrated ☼

I'm always up for requests! When I saw this, I promise you, I squealed!! First of all, thank you for the compliments and for reading my works, I am super honored! I love both of your ideas, but I felt more inspired to write the first one. I'll make sure to keep your second idea noted down, though!

Also, make sure to stay hydrated yourself, nonnie! And I gotta add, sorry this took some time, I was caught up in work sadly, so this took a lot more time than anticipated D:

Jealousy, Jealousy

Kakashi Hatake x gn!reader

Word Count: 3k

Ao3

Summary: Seeing both Kakashi and you stumble around your mutual feelings for years and with no end in sight, your friends decide to bring the two of you together ... with jealousy, that is.

In Konohagakure, it was no secret that Copy-Cat-Nin Hatake Kakashi and his best friend (Last Name) (Name) were head over heels for one another. As their closest friends would describe to those new to the overworked gossip mill, the pair were positively infatuated with one another to the point that their mutual adoration was more than just obvious (obvious, that was, if you weren’t either of them). It was just as ridiculous as it sounded when worded aloud, the fact that neither of them knew about the other’s feelings should be an impossibility instead of reality.

As though they were a pair of blind moles, the two of them walked around the truth that hung in the air, seemingly unable to see it for what it was. Their feelings were mutual, undeniably so, but remained unacknowledged by both parties.

Things couldn’t continue on as they were, so everyone knew.

After seeing the couple (of friends, sadly enough) walk on eggshells around the other, their shared friends had decided that enough was enough. Not only was it quite pathetic to see two people, especially their close friends, miss their shot at the love they deserved, but it was also pretty frustrating to have the two of you drunkenly complaining over your supposed unrequited love.

The plan the group consisting of Sarutobi Asuma, Yūhi Kurenai, Maito Gai, and Shiranui Genma created was rather foolproof, that much they could agree upon. Over drunken ramblings of their own they had come up with the idea to somehow force your relationship to progress from friends to lovers, or otherwise, both of you would continue wallowing in self-pity.

“If I hear either of them complain one more time about their feelings being unrequited, I will tell them myself.” Asuma had threatened after dragging a breath of smoke from his cigarette.

Kurenai, who leaned against his arm shook her head with a soft sigh. “I tried. (Name) wouldn’t believe me when I told them. They kept denying it and told me to ‘stop lying to them to make them feel better’.”

“When I told my eternal rival about the love our lovely flower (Name) holds for him, he told me all about how I must have misread their friendly gestures for signs of affection,” Gai added. He took a sip from his almost empty beer and practically slammed the glass back down onto the table. “He does not believe that (Name) could love him.”

“So neither of them will confess on their own because neither believe that the other has feeling for them?” Kurenai summarized.

Without a doubt, they could collectively agree on the fact that their friends were blind idiots.

Asuma took another drag from his cigarette, forming delicate shapes with the smoke. “Force is the only plausible solution.”

“I agree with that,” Genma leaned forward in his seat and placed his chin on his hands in thought. “I have an idea. How about we make either of them jealous? That will surely get them acting on their feelings.”

At that, Gai perked up. “Jealousy?! Oh, how youthful such a proclamation of one’s feelings for the other is!”

“I gotta agree with Gai. That’s genius.” Asuma said.

Against his arm, Kurenai nodded with the slightest furrow of her dark brows. “But how do you plan on doing that?”

With a smug expression, Genma now leaned backward in his seat and chewed on his senbon, making it move upward in his mouth. “We have to get someone to ask (Name) out, preferably when Kakashi is present. That will get him acting for sure.”

“How do you know that it won’t backfire?”

Jealousy was a powerful emotion that could give a mind a complete twist. It was no secret that many who acted upon jealousy fell into a fit of rage, one that made them the servant instead of the master of their own emotions. They were often uncontrollable and also unpredictable, a dangerous combination if underestimated.

Genma let out a short laugh. “It won’t, just relax, Kurenai. And even if he decides to deck me over the head, I will just dodge. Easy as that.”

The others around the table couldn’t help but give the overconfident brunette man looks of doubt, which he merely brushed off. It was decided: Genma would make a faux move on a certain silver-haired’s (Name) to provoke the man into acting so that hopefully, by the end of the day, the two of them were dating. That is, if everything goes according to plan.

Already minutes ago, Shiranui Genma had set eyes on his target, you. There was no doubt that you were indeed a sight to behold, with a pair of gleaming e/c-color eyes and a smile so bright it was almost blinding. Were it not for the fact that Kakashi was utterly infatuated with you, Genma may have asked you out by now (but again, he couldn’t do such a thing to a friend, that went against all fundamental rules of camaraderie).

His trademark senbon portruded from his lips, as pointed as ever with the dull end held in place by his tongue. While it was primarily a weapon, it was also a nervous habit of his and one that gave him the confidence needed to enact his plan perfectly, that is once he found the right moment to strike.

As of right now, you weren’t alone. In fact, the silver-haired target number two was standing beside you, almost protectively shielding you from the few civilians walking by with their shopping. From what Genma could make out, the two of you were planning to buy something yourself, most likely something simple from the little shop behind the two of you. According to the mission plan, the two of you were set to go on a mission together the following day, so now you were most likely planning out what you would take along the way. All he needed to wait for was for Kakashi to enter the store and leave you alone for a moment or two, so Genma could hurry over and do his thing.

It was easier said than done, however. The silver-haired was practically attached to your side, as though glued to it. While that hindered the brunette’s plan greatly, he would not allow himself to entirely be deterred from it. Not even Hatake ‘too blind to see the person he loves also loves him’ Kakashi could foil his plan, he wouldn’t allow for that to happen.

His time to strike was once Kakashi turned away from you to enter the store. That was the moment he had been waiting for such an excruciatingly long time.

(Ignoring the prospect that maybe both of you decided to go into the store together then Genma would have to improvise, but fortunately for him, that did not happen.)

Once Kakashi was safely out of view, Genma hurried over to you with a sly grin playing on his lips.

You noticed the brunette practically creeping closer to you immediately. It was difficult to miss him, at least that was what you thought. With the way he had his set of gleaming eyes solely focused on you, as though making a beeline in your direction was also hard to not notice (despite him acting rather sly about it).

Quickly, you glanced behind yourself and into the store, hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain silver-haired making his way back to you or at least standing at the tills already. Yet, there was no one but you, the civilians, and Genma with something clearly on his mind. 

Once he was close enough to hear you, you let out a small sigh and peered up at the undeniably handsome man. “What can I do for you, Genma?”

You were well aware of the fact that of you, it was more than just a tad bit unfair of you to react with a small groan to his presence, but you couldn’t keep the annoyance away from your tone. Secretly, you had been hoping to spend your day alone with Kakashi, only you and him with no one else (even though such meet-ups were absolutely deadly to your feelings for him) for yourself to be able to pull yourself together before the mission tomorrow began. While Genma’s new presence certainly was not a bother, since he was the friend of both of you, it was still surprising and again, a bit annoying.

Maybe it was the jealousy bubbling up in your stomach that a person such as Genma was able to express his love for others so easily, that he always blurted out the right words to wrap anyone around his fingers. You, meanwhile, already struggled with confronting your own feelings, nevermind speaking them. How he was able to do everything with such confidence, you wished you knew.

"I really need to talk to you, (Name). It's really important." Genma said seriously, the sly expression almost fully wiped off of his face.

Your brows knitted together in obvious confusion, concern slowly rising to your features. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

Genma winked at you of all things. "You happened."

Now that confused you even more. Without a doubt, the brunette was a walking enigma.

"I'm sorry- what?"

"You make me go crazy, (Name), make my mind spin and be dizzy, my thoughts spin and my heart beat faster. You do something to me."

Maybe Genma was not as suave as you had always perceived him to be, but that was not the point. More so, you were confused by his words or confession, if you will. It had come out of the blue, utterly unexpected by poor shocked you, who was still trying to comprehend what had just happened. The warmth of emberassment that rose to your cheeks was utterly mortifying and left you speechless with your mouth gaping open.

"Genma, I-"

"And I've got to say, I really like you, (Name), so would you maybe like to go on a date with me?"

Before you could even get one word out of your mouth, a large hand clamped down on your shoulder, startling you. A glance behind yourself revealed the sight of a fuming Kakashi, with his visible eye gleaming with an emotion you found difficult to read and obvious anger. You barely ever saw him in such a state, with his emotions out like that, so that certainly took you by surprise.

"Isn't it obvious that you are confusing them?" Kakashi spoke, his hand on your shoulder tightening the smallest bit.

From the peripheral of your vision, you could see his gaze flit to your features once before resuming to glare at the brunette man again.

Genma crossed his arms over his chest with a teasing smirk. "I think (Name) can speak for themselves. If they don't want to go on a date with me and rather with someone else, then they can tell me themselves."

Your palms felt sweaty once the attention of both men traveled to you. You weren't entirely used to being the center of attention, so it was both unfamiliar and nerve-wracking for you. While both of the men maybe had the best intentions in mind, they still made you nervous.

Before speaking, you took a deep breath to calm your rising heartbeat. "Genma, I'm s-sorry, but I don't think I can reciprocate your feelings-" Now Kakashi's grip on your shoulder loosened. "and I don't want to lead you on. I would rather stay friends."

To your explanation, Genma calmly nodded along without interfering at all. Then, he smiled at you as though unbothered by your rejection. "I understand, (Name). I always knew that against Kakashi I had no chance. With the steam practically coming out of his ears, I think it is better if I don't ask again."

Against … Kakashi?

Genma's word barely made any sense to you. Why would he have to compete against Kakashi when it came to your feelings unless … unless … it couldn't be, could it?

“That’s right. Just as (Name) doesn’t reciprocate my feelings, they don’t yours either.” Kakashi said, his jaw clenching.

Did Kakashi maybe, potentially, share your feelings? The mere concept sounded like a lie to you (even though you heard him just speak it). You know he would never lie to you about such a thing, especially not to hurt you. And yet, it sounded like a fever dream to you.

You just had to know the truth, you were yearning to know, to get a confirmation.

"Kakashi?" Hesitantly, you turned around to face the silver-haired man behind you, making his hand fall off of your shoulder along with your motion. Then you looked up at the silver-man, who appeared to not even have realized that you had spoken his name. As though falling into his own bubble, the man in question froze in an instant, barely blinking as he looked down at your confused figure.

He swallowed harshly and you could see his adam’s apple bop down. “(Name), I-”

With clammy hands, you got yourself to speak the words floating around your mind. “D-do you also have feelings for me, Kakashi?”

In an instant, he froze yet another time before his visible eye widened drastically. “‘Also’?” He whispered almost breathlessly.

Now it was time for you to mirror his position in obvious shock. You hadn’t meant to tell him like that! Rather, you had planned that in a few years, one eventual and lucky day, you would figure out a proper way to do so without stumbling over each word you spoke, to at least have a minuscule chance with him. And now, now you managed to ruin and throw away all of your friends in one go.

The reasons why you hadn’t confessed up until now were glaringly obvious and now, there was no way to backtrack. You had done what you wanted to do for years already, after all.

So, you swallowed your pride and the spit gathering in your mouth and nodded. “I do.” You spoke firmly to keep the nervousness away from your voice.

The many emotions that flashed across Kakashi’s face were too many in mere moments and had you stunned, unable to say anything more but to merely stare at him, awaiting a reply. Whether it would be a rejection or acceptance, or even neither, you just wanted him to somehow react.

With a flush peeking out from underneath his mask, Kakashi looked away from you, fully averting his gaze as he turned his head away. “Why me of all people? I don’t understand, (Name). Couldn’t you have chosen someone else to-”

“No,” You interrupted him immediately with newfound confidence. When it came to erasing his doubts, your passion lit up as a flame would. Gently, you placed your hand onto his masked cheeks to turn him toward you, to be able to face him as you spoke, “I never chose who to fall in love with Kakashi, I just did. Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I have done and something I didn’t want to fight against.”

Slowly, he allowed your hand to turn his head toward you.

“I love you, not anyone else and there is reasons why that is, Kakashi. I love you, for being you. Nothing could ever change that.”

Externally, you appeared calm and most likely lovestruck, but internally, you were pretty much ready to smash your head into the nearest wall. Most likely the warmth spreading onto your face revealed said fact.

You had always known that Kakashi was not an expert when it came to expressing his feelings, especially when he decided to open up and talk about them. The road he walked on was a difficult one with many obstacles in his way that had him close up time and time again, the words not even pushing past his lips. Words were not always his strong suit, but his actions were clear.

The way Kakashi pressed his lips to your own almost felt magical. To be involved with the stunning silver-haired man was something you thought would remain a dream forever, with no realization in sight. And yet, his lips moved slowly against your own, his tongue even teasing your mouth as though begging for entry. His lips were slightly chapped against your own, but regardless of that, anything other than him that you could possibly recognize was drowned out by the harsh beating of your heart drumming in your ears. For you, there was only him.

If you could, you would stay in the position the two of you were in forever. In his presence, you not only felt safe but also loved and appreciated, based on the way your heart thumped against your chest in an irregular manner. It was only once the two of you separated from one another that you took a deep breath to calm yourself down from the sudden euphoria you were experiencing.

Sheepishly, Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck, his face completely red. “If it wasn’t obvious, I like- no wait, I love you too.”

You were sure that, without a single doubt, you were right now the happiest person there was on the planet. Nothing could compare to how you felt at that moment. “I love you too.” You blurted out shortly afterward, unsure of what to say.

Kakashi chuckled. “You may have already mentioned that.”

Again, your face felt warmer than it did before. “I just wanted to remind you.”

“Something like that, I could never forget.”

It may have been the emotion of jealousy that managed to bring the two of you together (but not without an almighty push stemming from an overeager Genma), and yet it would always be your mutual love for the other that would connect you and hold the two of you together. Through wind and weather, you would stand united and hand in hand, and all of that would not have happened if it weren’t for your thoughtful friends.

[marshmallowprotection]

What if. Every time Suit insulted you or tried to be intimidating you just replied with compliments like calling him cute and pretty and amazing and cool and everything. Like if you compliment him, he can't deny it can he because he IS the strongest and so very cool 😎 And I don't mean complimenting the way you can do in game when he kind of asks you to tell him he's amazing and you do simply because you submit to him and then get a bad ending, no, what if you just do that on your own spontaneously and call him cute or something. He probably wouldn't take it seriously tho. But what if you just don't stop the compliments

Omg what if you call him a good boy

Suit Saeran can say with certainty that you are the oddest person that he has ever met in his entire life. Now, don't get him wrong, that's kind of a shortlist to be on because he's not really gotten to interact with too many people.

He can count his direct interactions with people on his hands and even then, it barely covers both of them.

He wants to destroy you, for all intents and purposes. He feels like it has to be your fault that Ray got hurt in the first place. Ray wore his heart on his sleeve and now he paid the price for it. He got them hurt in ways that neither wanted to relive again.

Someone had to pay for it. You were the easiest option for him to go and lash out at time and time again. The problem with this was that you didn't respond to his degradation and insults the same way that anyone else did.

You did not cower.

You did not break.

In fact, you did the opposite. You looked him dead in the eyes every time he tried to say something malicious, only to return with a kind gesture that was unlike anything that he had ever received. It wasn't like when his savior praised him.

It was different.

Because... that dangerous feeling bubbling in his guts and throat didn't feel like anything that he had felt before. He would call you weak, disgusting, or pathetic.

You would smile back at him, rest your hand against his own before he could wrench it far away from you to say— "You know, you're really cute, Saeran. I just notice how pretty your eyes are."

It made him fume. A part of him wanted to scream at you. You were saying nice things, sure, nice things that someone might have liked if they were a marshmallow.

Deep down, his paranoia told him that you were just trying to infatuate him as Ray had become.

You were... just trying to seduce him to save your skin.

However, why was it that you never seemed to flinch or second-guess the things you were saying?

It wasn't like you touched him and fluttered your lashes like the cartoonish portrayal of seduction was to him. No, your eyes didn't scream bedroom.

It was... sincere.

That was likely the scariest part.

It filled him with pride. He wanted to shut you down every down but he had never been praised before. Not in this way, anyway. His savior always told him that he was good at what he did, but he never once told him why or how.

She just... said it.

But you... you were specific. There were times when he would agree and then scold you, times where he would blow up in your face and leave you alone, and then times like this, where it turned into him screaming for answers.

"Miserable toy! You can't get into my head and trick me! I am the true strongest, I am the smartest, and I am far better than anyone else in this place! Even you! No, especially you!"

"You are the smartest person I've ever met. You built this app by yourself with just a few ideas on how to do it, right? You learned how to hack on your own... Saeran, there's no denying that you are very bright and intelligent."

"Get out of my head! You don't know me! You just want to trick me... want to use me for your games and then run away like the rest of them did when they figured out— decided— said that I wasn't good enough to even be lied to anymore!"

"You're a good boy, Saeran. Nobody could ever trick you. You have a lot of pain in your heart but you know deep down what the right thing to do is, and I know you'll find the answer soon. I have faith in you just as I had faith in Ray."

He seethed, his words becoming nonsensical and lost. The frustrated tears in his eyes hurt more than anything else in this life. He was the strongest person in Mint Eye but why did it feel like nobody gave one damn about him anymore?

Everyone ran away from him but they never listened to him.

They obeyed if Savior was around but... they never checked on him.

All of the fodder and nameless believers, they were meant to look up to him to see power and respect and control, but... all Saeran ever did get was silence.

Until you.

You rested a hand against his shoulder and he jolted, looking at you through his blurry haze as the world crumbled around him. Saeran stared at you but it was like he was looking through you... lost, and hurting in frustration.

"You're amazing, Saeran," you murmured. "Please, just believe those words for a moment. They're true, so you don't have to keep saying it to make people believe it. I believe it and I believe in you. So... please, have faith in your strength."

[amethystjewel01]

Ignore this pls, seriously

Dear Riddle and Neige,

Oh? I'm writing a letter on tumblr? Couldn't be me, but it is necessary for me. I...admittedly am venting out to you two, but it makes me feel more comfortable. This isn't saying I don't feel comfortable venting to real people but...I'm less likely to do it for fear of seeming negative.

I...I try to stay positive, I try to be as friendly as I can. But...not everyone is as happy as they seem. I...quite honestly I have no idea where I'm going with this, I'm just ramble typing right now. So I apologize if I seem off or anything.

Actually let's move from that, and instead I'll ask a question. How...actually I don't even know what to ask, honestly half of me is just staring at the screen in disbelief that I'm doing this. Essentially trying to talk to two fictional characters who aren't real and have no real emotion.

I...I never really had a comfort character before, so suddenly being thrusted into a sea of emotions because of something made out of pixels...it's quite honestly scary. I think I've gotten insane, since it surely isn't mentally healthy to rely on a character so much for my own sake. I mean....I've only ever seen the worst side of someone having a comfort character, those who were toxic with their character and gatekeeped.

I...I don't want to be like that, I don't own you two, you two weren't made for me. You both may bring me so much comfort, but in the end I can't fully keep you for myself. That's not right, it's actually stupid to assume you can keep a character for yourself if you didn't create them.

I...I'm going to be blunt. I hate you both, I hate how fucking insane I've become because of you two. I didn't ask to be infatuated or comforted by you two, yet here we are. I know you two didn't ask for this either, fucking hell you can't even ask for anything when you're not real. I hate how much time and energy has gone into you two and the ship, I could've been more productive doing something else.

But...at the same time...I want to thank you both, for getting me even more invested into twst. For giving me the courage to have friends again, even if online, for giving me the strength to go through so much that has happened and that I know will happen later down the line. I'm not stupid, I know my sorry ass will get handed to me by someone eventually.

I know I'm not the innocent Princess I want to be, but I try to be one for the sake of myself. I'm not all sunshine and rainbows, as much as I try to be. No matter what, there is always a part of me that tells me to be quiet. To shut up and stay in the background, to let others better than me to have their fun without being dragged behind by me.

I know I wear my heart on my sleeve and make my dislike of someone very apparent, I know I'm easy to read. And...while a part of me hates it, there's nothing I can do to really change that. Nothing can stop me from worrying about my friends ending up as fucked up as me because of a fucked sleep schedule, I wouldn't want to ask anyone to suffer through the worst mental health and state.

I know I worry too much, and that I have no right to be as concerned because of my own state. I know I put others before me too much, but...it's kind of hard not to if you don't care about yourself. It's hard to see yourself in a good light when you believe you fuck up at every corner you take. It's hard to change a view of myself I've had since early childhood, back when I knew I wasn't as pretty or skinny as the other girls. I was never bullied out right over this thank god, but I always knew. And having that internalized for basically all of my life...it's hard to change that.

Man...if you two were real, I know for a fact you would see me as something sad and pathetic. Something that doesn't even deserve a breathe or a glance in my direction. And honestly, I would have to agree.

I don't deserve all the good things I have, I don't deserve all the amazing friends I have right now. I don't deserve to have the amazing boyfriend I have, who still loves me even after not talking for so long because of our schedules. I didn't deserve my older sister, who I wish I could trade my life for. So she could still be alive and happy being her amazing self.

I don't deserve to even have the amazing servers I'm in, or the happy memories I have.

I...I'm sorry you both have such a sad and pathetic simp, who cries over anything related to you two. I'm sorry I wouldn't be able to live up to the expectations I know you two would have of me, or others expectations of me. I'm sorry I'm comforted by you two so much, to the point of insanity. I'm sorry I...I love you two.

As much as I would want to fight against the currents of the sea of emotions, it's already got me adrift. So I'll just stay in my state, loving you two with all my heart.

And I'll be waiting for the time where I lose everything good, like I deserve to. And I'll also be waiting, waiting for the ocean of time to finally swallow me again. And drag me down back into the depths of the forgotten and sadness.

Cause really, why would anyone want to remember me?

Sorry for how sad this letter is, again I admit I used this to vent to you two. To reveal my non existent walls and how broken the inside is. I know I don't have it worse than others...but we all have our own demons.

I'm sorry I grew attached to you two and other so quickly, that will probably be my major downfall.

With so much love and tears, for both you two and for others in my life,

Amethyst Jewel💗

Now I shall go bury myself in work, I need to forget my emotions and that I exist for some time.

[detroit-extended]

OMG I FUCKING LOVE THIS!!! Fair warning: a tiny bit dark. just how I like it.

“So,” Markus raised an eyebrow as he gently tapped the end of his gun on his henchman’s forehead, “was it you who betrayed me?”

“No!” He replied, sweat dripping down his face. “I never tipped anyone off! I swear! It was Jordan!”

Markus clicked his tongue. “I don’t really like snitches,” he sighed exaggeratedly, “they’re so annoying.”

“I’m so sorry! Don’t fucking kill me! Please!” He begged on his hands and knees as he sobbed for his life.

“I have an idea,” Markus smiled gently at the man, “I will forgive you, but you must do one thing. Do you swear your loyalty?”

“Yes! Oh, god, yes!” He looked prepared to kiss Markus’ boot. Pathetic.

“Ah, ah.” Markus shook his head as if he were talking to a child. “you need to do one thing before I forgive you.”

“Anything!”

“Shoot off one of your fingers.”

The blood drained from the man’s face. “But I-”

“I can kill you right now, you know.” Markus gently placed his gun on the man’s hand. “However, I won’t. Everyone deserves life.” He smiled kindly. “Except, well, you’ve been a thorn on my side. I suppose you don’t deserve a finger.”

The man was shaking with fear. He stared at the weapon in his hands. Markus only watched with a pitying expression.

“Go on, then.” He softly coaxed, his pretty features showing nothing but patience. “Your wife makes the sweetest pies. We wouldn’t want anything bad happen to her, hmm?”

The man slowly brought up the gun to the level of his other hand. Tears were quickly falling down his sweaty anticipating face. “I can’t! I can’t!”

Markus softly brushed his hand on the man’s hair. “But you must.”

“Holy shit, holy fucking shit-”

The man placed his finger on the trigger and Markus smiled-

“Markus. A detective’s a the door.” The lazy voice of a young woman called out from behind them.

The godfather groaned, irritated. “I’m a bit busy, North.”

“I don’t care,” she stated, “he specifically asked for you.”

Markus glared at the man kneeling before him. With swift movements, he managed to get his gun back and have the coward groaning on the floor in pain.

“You deal with him then,” he said as he grabbed his coat.

“Fuck yeah-”

“No, no, no!” The man managed to sound out, blood steadily dripping down his nose. “I’ll fucking shoot my hand off! My dick off! Just don’t leave me alone with her.”

Markus laughed and shut the door with a loud thud.

----

The godfather grasped the door knob and prepared his prettiest smile.

“Hello, what can I-” he looked at the most beautiful face he has ever seen, “-...do for you?”

“Mr. Manfred,” the boyish face said politely, “I’m a detective. May I ask you a few questions?”

“Sure!” If the man, in that moment, had asked him to dance the Macarena with frosting all over his face, Markus knew he would. “Please! Come in!”

“Thank you.” The private investigator walked into his humble home and sat on the comfy sofa. A man died there once.

“So, er-” the cute and awkward persona always worked on people. “-what’s your name exactly?”

“Apologies,” he said with a fair bit of shame, “my name is Connor Anderson. I’m a detective sent by the Detroit Police Department. I’m here to ask questions.”

Markus casually sat next to him, getting as close to the man without making it strange. He smelled good. “Oh? What sort of questions?”

“Neighbours have reported gun shots,” he stated, watching Markus’ face carefully, “perhaps you, or anyone in this household, have anything to help the investigation?”

Markus’ trained expression gave nothing away. “Yes, I...” He trailed off, looking scared, “Those were gunshots then? I guess I wanted to believe it came from the fireworks the little kids next door play with.”

“Are you sure?” He titled his head to the side.

The godfather nodded sadly, hoping his beautiful eyes caught the detective’s interest. “Yes-”

“There’s gun oil residue in your hands. The way you walk is asymmetrical, your right leg movement is hindered, most likely due to a heavy object attached to your waist. Probably a gun.”

Markus snapped his gaze upwards, a predatory hunger lingering behind his eyes. This man will be his now.

“Interesting,” he replied calmly. He drank the image of the detective in front of him.

Connor leaned in, attempting to be intimidating. All he accomplished was making Markus want to roughly kiss his jawline. “The way you subconsciously adjust your body to get my view away from the right side of your waist indicates that you’re hiding something.”

“Oh?” Markus raised a perfect eyebrow.

“Yes,” he said back, “you have a gun, don't you? Of course you know what a shot sounds like. You and I both know it’s not quite like fireworks. Tell me, Mr. Manfred, why lie?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Pardon?” Connor’s gorgeous brown eyes widened.

“What’s your favorite color?” He hated repeating himself, but he’d make an exception for his detective.

“Blue,” he stated, “what does this have to do with anything?”

“It has to do with everything, Connor. Tell me, flowers or jewellery?”

“Mr. Manfred, this is an investigation-”

“Connor,” he smiled, a twinkle in his eyes, “flowers or jewellery?”

“Jewellery has more value,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Excellent!” He clasped his hands together. “Tell me, what made you become a detective?”

“To help people-”

“Blah!” He brushed him off. “That’s a dull answer. An answer you tell yourself every morning.” He winked. “I shall repeat myself: why become a detective?”

Connor looked uncomfortable. It was delicious. “I want to help people.”

“If you can’t answer,” Markus began, “perhaps we’ll see how familiar we both are with gunshots.” He smiled like a Cheshire Cat.

“Is that a threat?” His detective narrowed his eyes. The godfather’s heart stuttered. He was so brave! 

Markus chuckled. “A suggestion, really.”

“Because solving puzzles gives me a thrill.” The more he leaned in, the more the godfather could see the suspicion and aggregation behind the depths of his orbs.

“What sort of thrill?” Markus smiled.

“When I solve cases,” he said, “that no one else can, I feel needed. Important. Alive. If I can’t do just that-” he broke off, “-then what good am I?”

“Come back here tomorrow.”

“Excuse me?” His detective was bewildered.

Markus shrugged. “I have a job, too, you know.”

“But, Mr. Manfred-”

“Tomorrow, Connor. Six in the evening. Don’t be late.” He stood up, making his detective do the same. 

“Mr. Manfred, please-” God, Markus wished he could make his detective beg more.

“Sorry,” was all he could say, “tomorrow. Dress nicely.” And so he shut the door in front of him.

He smiled to himself.

----

“What was with you out there?” Simon questioned.

Markus looked at him dreamily. “I’m in love!”

Josh answered. “No, you’re not. You’re infatuated. Would you risk our family’s blood for a... twink?”

“No, silly.” He shook his head. “Our blood will flow in his veins soon. My detective will be happy we saved him from such a dull world.”

“And you’re going to convince him by-”

“Throwing him a candlelit dinner when he comes by tomorrow!” He looked at his blond friend appreciatingly. “Excellent!”

“What the fuck-” North came in, small flecks of blood invading her otherwise pristine shoes.

“Everyone,” he said with his calmly commanding voice, “get all the information you can on a Connor Anderson. What he likes, what he hates, what he does, and everything else!”

North huffed. “That’s so-” 

“You get to do whatever you want to any of his enemies.”

“-not boring!” She whooped and turned the other way.

“Simon, my perfect little stalker, find anything you can on my detective. Have our men follow him around. Let everyone else know he’s off limits.”

The blond smiled and walked away.

“And Josh-” he looked at the man, “cook us dinner for tomorrow.”

The said person gained a determined look in his eyes.