#i love how subtly different they all are i could talk about them for hours

[satoruxx]

pairing: vampire poly!sashisu x reader | 1k words summary: basically describing how they bite and drink your blood, description of blood, pet names, teasing, lots of touching lol, somewhat suggestive bc it's vampires ig, but nothing crazy i'm just feral rheya’s note: you don't understand i've been thinking of vampire sashisu since march and ari fueled my obssession yesterday so here we are

no bc the way there are subtle differences in how vampire poly!sashisu drink your blood…

shoko takes a drink first. it's understood among the three of them that she gets you first—she's the one who found you and brought you into their lives after all. so suguru and satoru sit back and let her get close, her smile going soft as you lock eyes with her. "hey baby," she grins as she gets into your space, and you laugh quietly in return. her lithe fingers gently crawl over the skin of your neck, brushing away any hair and leaving her favorite spot open. shoko loves your neck—has since the very beginning. maybe it's the doctor in her, or just some deeper carnal part of her, but she likes the spot where she can feel your pulse best—can feel it thundering under her lips. "ready?" she murmurs against your throat every time, and you'll sigh over her shoulder and nod yes.

shoko's bites are clean, and she usually restricts it to one spot unless she's feeling particularly ravenous. the side of your throat is hers, even though satoru tends to like it there too—there's a silent understanding between the two that it's her preferred area. when she's drinking her lashes will flutter, hints of red seeping into her normally hazel eyes. one hand will trail up your arm soothingly while the other remains still over your neck. she's reliable and comfortable and so so perfect. shoko is fantastic with her control, and since she's normally first, she'll only take as much blood as she truly needs before sitting back and smiling at you. her eyes dart over your flushed face as she wipes her bloodstained lips clean. "thanks baby," she finally sighs as she tucks your hair behind your ear.

suguru goes next, because he's levelheaded, and somehow seems to care more about your needs than his own. he crawls towards you, wetting his lips as his hooded eyes dart over you. you've been with him long enough to catch the silent question for consent, and he's known you long enough to understand when you say yes. suguru's favorite spot to drink from is your wrist—there's just something so intimate about it. and he always always always presses a kiss to it before his meal. sometimes it's a featherlight brush of lips, other times it's chaste and passionate—but he never forgets it. it's almost like a silent thank you for your generosity.

when suguru drinks, his eyes never stray from you. they remain open and hooded, going dark with a mix of pleasure and affection, but they won't go anywhere else. his gaze is so intense, but it's softened by the smile you can feel stretching across your wrist as he drinks. it's like he wants you to know that you are his only priority. when he drinks, his fingers will brush over your hand to comfort you through any pain because god knows he hates the idea that it causes you pain. he hums against your skin too, as he drinks—he needs you to know how good you taste. and when he's done he has to give the spot one more kiss. gently, of course, because he knows it's sensitive and he just needs a small gesture to display the magnitude of his love for you. "still okay, sweetheart?" he'll ask, lips finding your forehead. he just needs to make sure you're still good.

and then there's satoru, the most eager of the three. he thinks his eagerness is justified—he drank your blood once and has been hooked on it ever since. he claims there's nothing in the world that tastes better, and by the time it's his turn he's practically giddy. satoru is somewhat of a wild card as a vampire. depending on how he's feeling, he may tease you as he drinks or just desperately goes straight for it. regardless of what he's feeling, there is always an underlying tenderness hidden beneath his interactions with you. the same goes for his preferred spot. he's like shoko and suguru—he likes the throat and the wrist; thinks they're both fun. he goes for the throat more commonly because he likes how close you are to him. when he's drinking from your neck his fingers will almost always tangle themselves through your hair—he just likes how it feels and how easy it is for him to maneuver you the way he likes. if he's going for your wrist he'll usually just shut his eyes and drink deeply, because gods above is he on cloud nine when he tastes you.

and yet all of you know that satoru's true favorite spot is your thighs. he loves how flustered it gets you, loves how wild it makes him feel. he's almost always feeling extra playful when he goes for your thighs, and it shows in his deep throaty chuckles that he lets out against your skin. he loves how messy it gets too, because in between his playful laughs your blood ends up dripping down over his chin and staining him red—it makes his head spin and his heart race. but when he's done drinking satoru only cares about making you smile. sometimes he'll give you a silly grin and say "thank you for the meal, pretty," and you'll just weakly shove him away with a fond roll of your eyes. but he just takes your face in his palms and presses a warm kiss to your lips—a muted thank you.

and of course, when everyone's done and satiated, shoko starts quietly fussing over how you need to drink and eat and lay down because they've taken a lot from you. suguru is already grabbing blankets and maneuvering pillows in the way he knows you like best while satoru digs around for his favorite snacks that he's always willing to share with you. the three of them dote on you like crazy, keeping you wrapped in their embrace until you're peacefully dozing off. they just love their little human so much, but how can they not? after all, as insane as it is, you've somehow managed to wrap three powerful vampires around your little pinky finger—not that they would have it any other way.

[sturnsdarling]

it’s so obvious

the boys’ best friend joins them for a stream, and fans notice a vibe between her and Matt

vibe check: best friends that don't realise they like each other etc you get the vibe

1k words

A/N: for the anon that wanted best friends with tension <3 this is super super simple but i kinda like it? lmk what you guys think. im gonna post my drafts here and there so you guys don’t forget about me whilst im being an academic weapon. LOVE U

love and cigs, merc

Matt and Chris had been streaming everyday this week, and today wasn't any different. You'd been hanging out at theirs all day, showing up unannounced as you always did and making yourself at home in whatever room they were hanging out in.

Today, it was Matts room, and you were lounging on his bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone as the boys sat at Matts desk, talking about nothing important into their camera. They were about half an hour in, and the comments were flooded with your name from the moment they went live.

"chat wants you to come sit up here with us, girlie" Chris said, turning round to you and pulling his headphones off to rest on his neck.

"me? why? I'm so boring" You chuckled, loving doing exactly what you were; nothing

"thats what I tried to tell them but, the people want what they want" Matt replied with a shrug, turning to face you just as Chris was.

You chuckled once more, shooting Matt a sarcastic smile and lazily throwing your phone down on the bed just before padding over to the desk. The boys turned back to face the camera in unison, Matt turning slightly less than Chris, as if he could read your mind. You sandwiched yourself between them, perching on the arm of Matts gaming chair, resting on the back with your arm laid comfortably over his shoulder for balance.

Matt visibly relaxed into your touch, turning the chair to fully face the camera once you were comfortable.

"hi chat" you smiled, waving slightly, "how's everyone doing"

The chat was going off, everyone losing their minds over the, although standard to the two of you, interaction between you and Matt.

You and Matt had always been the closest out of the four of you as a group. Since you met you knew that you were the same person in different bodies and you clicked instantly. You obviously loved all three of them and would sooner die than be separated from any of them, but you and Matt had something different. You were best friends, in every sense of the word.

"everyone is losing their minds that you're here, jesus chris" Chris said, watching as the rapid text sped across the screen.

"what can I say, the people love me" you shrugged, putting on your best smug persona that did nothing to hide your giggles.

Matt chuckled along with you, subtly watching your face on the screen and trying to make it look as if he was reading the chat.

"so, what do you guys want us to do?" Matt said

You all waited for a second, reading everyones ideas. Matt was leant into you slightly, arm perched on your leg as he used his palm as a rest for his head. Chris was leant fully forward, trying to read the screen.

"they want us to play dress to impress" Chris said, turning back to face you both, paying no mind to your closeness.

"can I go first?" you squealed, excitement filling your body as you looked between both Matt and Chris like a little kid.

Matt chuckled and shook his head slightly, "go for it", he got up, gesturing for you to take his seat.

You slipped into the chair, settling into the warmth that Matt had left behind and let him tuck you under the desk. He took his headphones off from round his neck and placed them on your head from behind, moving the stray strands of hair out the way as he did.

Chris was on his phone, paying no attention to the way chat was blowing up about Matts actions, how kind and attentive he was towards you without even realising it. You and Matt weren't paying any attention either, both of you fixated on the DTI screen loading in front of you.

Matt was stood behind the chair, arms on either side of you as one hand rested on the edge of his desk and the other worked the mouse by the side of his key board. He was fully concentrated, leaning on the top of your head slightly as his scent wrapped around you. His frame was trapping you in, biceps on either side of your head as a comfortable warmth washed over you whilst he mumbled to himself about it taking 'so fuckin' long to load'.

the casual closeness of the two of you was sending the chat into overdrive, and they were adamant that the two of you had something going on. Chris looked up from his phone to see the explosion of theories rushing down the screen and chuckled to himself.

"they think you two are together" Chris scoffed, "trust me y'all, they're not, me and nick have been sayin' this for years"

"what are you talking about, kid" Matt said, eyes not leaving the screen but his face flooding with annoyance at his brothers words.

"that you two act like an old married couple" Chris said, reaching for his cup and taking a swig of his drink, lifting his leg up lazily and perching it on the arm rest of the chair you were sitting in.

you chuckled, looking to Chris, "you're ridiculous"

Chris said nothing, only stuck his tongue out like a little kid. Just at the moment that he did, Matt had finished sorting out the game for you and stood up from where he was, shifting so he was facing Chris and flicked him on the tongue.

You laughed, a sound that was relished in by Matt and then echoed by him. Chris was making over reacting hurt nosies beside you, playing it up for the cameras, like always.

"m'goin to get a drink, you want anything?" Matt said, pointing towards the door and looking directly at you.

"i'm good, thanks" you shook your head with a smile

"can you get me a-" Chris began to speak

"I was talkin' to her" Matt cut him off with a smug smile.

Chris flipped him off and Matt returned the favour before walking out the room.

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Jayce and Viktor Dating Someone with ADHD • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hiiii how are you? I love your stories so I was wondering if you could write more jayvik x reader but who has adhd? TYSMM -- anon and Your Jayvik + reader headcanons have me are giddy and are healing my soul. Is it possible to ask for a some headcanons with a reader who has ADHD and also forgets to eat because of it?? I hope your day is kind to you! -- anon

Warnings: gn!reader, reader has ADHD, mentions of food and eating/not eating, these are lowkey kinda short im so sorry lol

A.N: Disclaimer: I don't have ADHD but I have many friends that do and while ADHD presents itself differently for people, I tried to keep this a bit generalized, I hope that's ok!! If anything needs changing or needs to be deleted for being inaccurate or anything, just let me know! Hope you guys enjoy!!

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Jayce and Viktor are both very understanding people, so when you told them you had ADHD they didn’t have a problem with it. They are, however, problem solvers (they are inventors with the dream of making Piltover and Zaun better for the people), meaning they are very curious about your habits and how they can help. They don’t want to “cure” you, because there’s nothing to cure, but they want to understand how to reassure you and how to make living with ADHD easier on a day-to-day basis

If you’re someone who fidgets with things a lot, Jayce will happily pick up the task of making something that satisfies your need to occupy your hands and your thoughts. He loves being in the forge and he’ll gladly let you sit in there with him and listen to you describe what you would want. He’ll sit next to you, sketching out the design while you ramble about what textures are better than others or how weighty it should feel in your hand. Jayce honestly loves this little side project; not only does it let him work on something other than his research, but it also puts a smile on your face

If you like rambling for hours about your latest hyperfixation, Viktor is the best for that. He has a naturally curious mind and would love to learn something new. He especially likes it when your head is resting on his chest in the middle of the night. Viktor likes watching you move your hands as you talk excitably about the plant life in Ionia or the history of the Yordles. He doesn’t just listen—he’ll ask you questions or give you reading material he thinks you may like as well

Going to Council parties or even just walking through Piltover can really overwhelm you sometimes, either with all the noise or the texture of your clothing feeling off, so your partners are very attentive to your wellbeing. The three of you set up a codeword for anyone to use when someone needs or wants to leave. They try to make it something funny every time to hopefully ease the panic a little bit. Usually Jayce and Viktor are glued to either side of you hip, but in the off chance they have to roam around the room, the two of them will try to keep an eye on you. They will always reassure you that it's ok that they are leaving these sorts of events early (Viktor barely wants to go in the first place), and when you get home the three of you will do something to calm everyone down and get into comfortable clothes

Having ADHD, you tend to get distracted/forget to do certain things. This usually includes eating. Your partners never want to seem overbearing or like they're smothering you, so they will try to subtly remind you to eat/do certain things. Jayce likes writing you little notes and putting them in the apartment. Usually they have little hearts in the corners with some encouraging remark after "remember to eat!" Viktor will usually try to eat with you, so you won't feel alone while eating. He'll be making something and he'll set the table for either two or three and that just reminds you to actually sit down and eat what Viktor makes

Your partners are very patient and are always open to new ideas. if you want them to do something different or if something works really well, they would love to hear it. They absolutely will not be mad at all, they love you so much and all they want to do is help make things easier for you

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[leeeedith]

SEVENTEEN reaction to you fangirling over another idol

S.Coups 🍒

At first, he tries to act like he doesn't care. He's the leader of SEVENTEEN, after all—he's confident! But the moment you excitedly gush about another idol's charisma, he pouts. "Oh? So you like him that much, huh?" he asks, arms crossed. When you tease him by saying the idol is so cool, he huffs and pulls you into a tight backhug. "I thought I was your favorite." For the rest of the day, he randomly flexes—whether it's showing off his rap skills, lifting heavy things, or casually leading the group like the charismatic leader he is—just to remind you who your bias should be.

Jeonghan 😇

You don't even have to look at him to feel the dramatic side-eye. "Wow, so all this time... I was just second place?" he sighs, leaning back against the couch with his arms spread like he's been betrayed. If you try to cuddle him, he leans away dramatically. "No, no, go tell your new favorite idol how much you love them." Later, you catch him watching clips of the idol, and when you ask why, he shrugs. "Just checking the competition." Expect him to tease you forever after this: "Should I dye my hair like him? Would that make you love me more?"

Joshua 🐰

At first, he just laughs and nods. "Yeah? He's talented, that's cool." But when you start going on and on about how amazing the idol is, Shua's smile flaters for just a second. You don't notice it until he randomly pick up his guitar later that night. He just so happens to start playing a song by the idol. "Oh, what a coincidence! I felt like learning it today," he says casually. But you notice the way he's looking at you, waiting for a reaction. You kiss his cheek and whisper, "You're still my number one, you know?" and boom, the biggest sunshine smile appears.

Jun 🐱

The moment you start fangirling, he immediately tries to one-up the idol. "Hah! That's nothing. Watch this!" And suddenly, he's performing an entire dance routine in the middle of the living room. If you compliment the idol's visuals, Jun runs a hand through his hair and smirks. "But I'm still the most handsome, right?" If you don't answer, he gasps automatically. "You hesitated! Betrayal!" Later, you catch him watching videos of the idol, muttering, "Hmph. He's okay, I guess."

Hoshi 🐯

Dramatic. That's the only way to describe it. "WHAT?!! I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR ONE AND ONLY??!" He literally falls to the floor and fake cries into his hands. If you keep talking about the idol, he'll suddenly jump up and start doing the most intense dance routine you've ever seen, just to prove he's better. Later, he sulks, poking your cheek. "You don't love me anymore..." When you assure him that he's still your ultimate bias, he hugs you tightly and grins. "That's right! Your heart only belongs to Horanghae!"

Wonwoo 🦊

He just... blinks at you. "Oh, really?" Acts completely unbothered at first, but later that night, you catch him subtly researching the idol. "I just wanted to see what's so great about them," he says, trying to sound casual. If you keep teasing him about being jealous, he deadpans: "I'm not jealous. I'm just... analyzing the competition." But the next day, he starts dressing a little differently, just a little bit closer to the idol's style. Coincidence? Maybe.

Woozi 🍚

He pauses, squints at you, and says nothing for a solid five seconds. "...Excuse me?" Act like he doesn't care, but a few hours later, he's suddenly in the studio, making a song 10x better than the idol's latest track. If you keep teasing him, he roasts the idol's entire discography. "That beat? Weak. Lyrics? Mid. Melody? Could be better." He won't outrgith admit he's jealous, but when you cuddle up to him and whisper, "I love you the most," he smiles to himself.

DK 🍕

Gasps. Loudly. Dramatically. "WHAAAAAT, BUT I'M YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!" He acts like you just broke his heart. But five minutes later, he's back to smiling because he can't stay mad at you. Still, he starts randomly singing the idol's songs around the house. In a ridiculously dramatic way. "Oh, this song? Yeah, I could totally sing it beter. Should I cover it?" If you kiss his cheek and say, "You're the best singer in the world to me," he melts into a sunshine ball of happiness.

Mingyu 🐶

Insant pout mode activated. "Hmph, I thought I was the only handsome guy in your life." He purposely becomes extra clingy, wrapping his long arms around you and nuzzling into your neck. "You don't need another idol when you have me." Will literally try to distract you from fangirling by flexing his muscles or cooking your favorite meal. And if you giggle and call him cute? He pouts even more.

The8 🐸

Minghao glances at you with mild disappointment the moment you start gushing about another idol. "Tsk, tsk. Bad taste." He shakes his head dramatically before sipping his tea like an ancient philosopher. He acts completely unbothered, but later, you notice he's scrolling through photos of the idol. "Hmph. He's okay, I guess," he mutters. Then suddenly, he's dressed even more stylishly than usual, rocking a whole new outfit like he just stepped off a runway. "What? I just felt like changing things up," he says cooly. If you keep teasing him, he'll just smirk and casually backflip away. "Okay, but can they do this?" When you finally hug him and whisper, "You're still the coolest in my heart," he smirks. "I know."

Seungkwan 🍊

Gasps. Loudly. Dramatically. Hands over heart like you just shattered his soul. "EXCUSE ME?! I give you my heart and soul, and this is how you repay me?" He immediately starts roasting the idol. "What do you mean he's funny? I'm funnier. What do you mean he sings well? Have you heard my high notes??" If you try to explain, he turns away dramatically. "No, no. I understand. I was a fool to think I was special." For the rest of the week, he randomly reminds you: "Oh, you like him so much, why don't you go to his concert, huh?" But the second you grab his face and say, "Seungkwan, you are my one and only bias," he immediately melts and hugs you. "Okay, I forgive you. But just know, I'm the best."

Vernon 🐢

Blinks. "Oh... cool, cool." Tries so hard to act chill, but the next day, he suddenly starts rapping more or copying the idol's vibe. "Oh, they rap? Hm. Interesting. I also rap." You catch him watching clips of the idol, and when you call him out, he just shrugs. "Just... checking something."

Dino 🦖

Oh, it's on. "Pfft, I bet I can dance better than them." Immediately starts showing off his moves, even when it's completely unnecessary. Later, he crosses his arms and huffs. "I'm still the best maknae in your heart, right?" When you assure him he is, he grins. "Good! Because no one outshines Lee Chan!"

[heartswithinreach]

LaDS with an autistic MC

a/n: another one i’m writing for me. but i tried to touch on different symptoms so others can feel included 😊

Xavier

He’s been asked if he’s on the spectrum more than once so he’s aware of what autism is but not much else.

That quickly changes when Xavier finds out you’re autistic. He does as much research as he can, both through books and online articles, and then subtly does his own study with you.

If he’s on his phone, you can bet he’s noting your preferences (food, texture, smells) and your interests for future reference.

Pleasantly surprised by how you start to change as you become more comfortable around him. He’s very glad to be allowed into your inner world.

Xavier never wants you to feel like a burden or you’re broken somehow. You are simply you. And he wouldn’t change a thing about his beloved partner.

Zayne

Autistic!MC 🤝 Autistic!Zayne

Zayne was diagnosed before you but didn’t pay it much attention until you got the same diagnosis in your teenage years. He added autism to his studies for medical school, learning how to care for you and himself at the same time.

When you come back into his life, he surprises you by remembering all the strategies and signals you made to support each other when you were young.

Masking has always been difficult for him. Hiding aspects of himself exhausts him so he makes sure you know you never, ever have to pretend with him. You can be yourself around him.

Zayne is in no rush when it comes to how your relationship evolves. You can both take your time in figuring this out and he’ll always be there.

Rafayel

“Yeah, I knew you were a weirdo from the day we met.”

Rude! But if you were worried telling him would change how Rafayel sees you, you have nothing to worry about. He’s loved you for so long, it’s just something new about you he gets to discover.

He loves how radiant your smile is when you talk about your interests. He could listen to you for hours, just basking in your light.

Rafayel also loves the opportunity to play hero.

“What’s wrong, cutie? You’re anxious and wanna leave early? Eh, this party was boring, anyway. Come on, I’ll get you something sweet on the way home. Don’t worry about offending anyone, I’ll take care of everything — you just breathe, okay?”

Sylus

With how rocky the beginning of your relationship was, it’s not unreasonable to think he would get frustrated with you the same way he did when you couldn’t resonate with him.

But no. Sylus is actually your most fierce and loyal advocate and very protective of your peace of mind.

He takes care of potential issues before you can even think of them and is slowly turning his home into a place of comfort for you — while keeping his aesthetic, of course.

Sylus happily allows you to cling to him in public, taking pride in how you go to him for protection. And if you have to go somewhere alone, you’ll hear Mephisto’s cry following you.

Never touches you without warning and always stops at the first sign of discomfort. Anyone who doesn’t do the same is swiftly handled by Luke and Kieran.

[elllisaaa]

Hi!!! Can you please write headcanons for seventeen members about how they will act around their crush and random, cute, or dumb things they will do to subtly show their love to her? Tysm 🫶🫶

hii anonie ! i've already talked about how they acted around their crushes when i did the how they would confess reactions, but it was more in a you-already-are-very-close-to-each-other-way. so i'm gonna do it here again in a different way here, because i could talk about these boys being helplessly in love for hours I swear 😔. thank you for the request, hope you'll like it &lt;3

how seventeen would act around their crush

-> pairing : svt x gn!reader

-> word count : 2.2k

-> genre : fluff

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | svt masterlist

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

he may seem strong and impressive, but he would be like a high-schooler around his crush. 

it’s so obvious and funny that his members can’t help teasing him about how easy it is for you to fluster him. 

he wants to look dependable, and would 100% flex his muscles and show you how strong he is every chance he gets.

please acknowledge his effort and praise him, he’ll be all giggly and shy (so cute). 

already said that but he has such a golden retriever energy, like he could have had the worst day ever, as soon as he sees you, he’s happy again.

would always ask you about your day and listen carefully.

your biggest supporter in everything you do

it’s really easy to know that he has a crush on you, he doesn’t even try to hide it that much because what’s the point ? you have him wrapped around your finger anyway.

so it’s up to you to do something about it…

YOON JEONGHAN

so much teasing, so so much because that’s jeonghan we’re talking about 

but the thing is that he’s not teasing you as much as his members, letting slide things that he wouldn’t with the guys.

they have noticed of course, but they don’t say anything because jeonghan would kill them for exposing his soft spot for you.

however, he does not make it obvious, he wants to be sure that you have a thing for him too. 

sometimes he starts a conversation about the things he knows you like just to see your eyes sparkle and hear you talking on and on about what you’re passionate about. 

stares at you with a fond look on his face every time he listens to you. 

always team up with you and defend you when you play games with the other, even make plans on cheating with you and love that you’re always following his antics. 

let you play with his hair everytime you ask with his heart beating like crazy. 

HONG JOSHUA

the original gentlemen, i already said it and i’ll say it a million times if necessary. 

holds the door for you, puts his hands over the corners of furniture when you’re near so you don’t hurt yourself, waits for you when you have to fix your shoes when you’re walking. 

and he doesn’t even address or really acknowledge these gestures, it just comes naturally to him. 

he unconsciously cares for you and he melts inside when you smile at him to thank him.

so so gentle and attentive to your feelings and emotions

like he will notice immediately if you feel a little sad or if your social battery runs out during a gathering with your friends.

when he walks you home, he doesn’t leave until he has seen you get inside and heard you lock the door behind you. 

will probably get you flowers a few times just because “they reminded me of you” and hoping that you would take the hint and notice that it was in a romantical way.

MOON JUNHUI

a silly and goofy mess, part time idol and full time comedian really.

always has the biggest smile on his face when he manages to make you laugh, and would take notes of what type of humor you liked and make more jokes like that.

he would not be afraid to do something ridiculous or embarrassing if it makes you at least smile.

will become as red as a tomato everytime you come closer to him, and it’s so so obvious, all his efforts to play it off are doomed. 

hug him and it’s the end of him, he could die a happy man in your embrace.

often stares at you when you’re in the same room but not talking with each other, and if you notice him and stare back, he’ll act like he wasn’t looking at you (but his red cheeks are kinda giving it away).

he’ll have your favorite food and drink memorized and he’ll purposely order for you, in front of you, loving to see the shock on your face and then the pretty smile stretching out your lips. 

KWON SOONYOUNG

i think he would be very obvious too, like it’s not difficult to see that he has feelings for you. 

will try to show off his skills around you and impress you, bringing you over their dance practice and putting in a lot much more effort just for you.

if you tell him that he’s a good dancer or singer, oh he’s a goner, giggling and eyes sparkling at your compliments. 

despite his packed schedule, he would try to spend as much time as possible with you.

you ask him if he wants to hang out but he already had plans with some of his members ? screw them, he sees them everyday, and you’re the love of his life. 

he’s often seeking physical affection when he’s tired or sad and if you try to comfort him or offer him some cuddles, he’ll be on the verge of tears, so happy that you’re here for him.

all the little things you do for him have him falling even more for you, and he’ll be pretty quick to tell you about his crush because he wants you all for himself. 

JEON WONWOO

calm and collected on the outside, freaking out and screaming on the inside. 

as i’ve already said, i think he's the definition of the word soft for me, it’s so calming and soothing to be around him. 

the best listener, when you start to open up about your life and your problems, he’s delighted to know that you’re trusting him enough for that and that you’re seeking his comfort.

he’ll always be there to hear about your bad days or problems and advise you as best as he could. 

if you ever initiated physical contact, like landing your hand on his arm or pushing a strand of hair away from his face, he’ll be frozen in place and he’ll have to stop himself from blushing too much.

you could be in the middle of the most chaotic fight between his members and you two will still be there, discussing the most important and serious subjects. 

he would want to develop a real and deep relationship with you before telling you about his crush.

LEE JIHOON

can seem a little distant at first because he’s an introvert but he’s just too shy and impressed by you to talk to you first. 

so you’ll have to engage the conversation i fear but after that, he’ll come to you by himself.

he had spent so much time looking at you and being close to the conversation you were having with his members that he already knows a lot of things about you. 

everytime he mentions something new that you had not told him about yet, you look at him with a surprised expression that he thinks looks so cute he can’t help but keep on doing it. 

he would want to make you listen to some of his music, but he wouldn’t want to annoy you.

eventually, you would ask him to explain some things about it and he would be on cloud nine because you’re asking about him ? you want to know him more ?

often goes out of his way to do things for you in hopes that it will compensate for all the times he’s too shy to talk to you properly. 

LEE SEOKMIN

another funny man whose only goal is to see you smile and be happy. 

but also and mostly a sweetheart.

he would always be the first to greet you when you enter the room, immediately asking about your day and if it was good or not.

if you say no, he will do everything in his power to make it better (and would often succeed because his mere presence would solve 99% of my problems).

so attentive everytime you talk to him about something, entirely focused on you.

and he will remember a lot of little details you told him during these conversations. 

wants to know everything about you so he’ll ask soooo much questions and if you tell him that you don’t want to annoy him, he’ll be quick to reassure you that he’s interested. 

if you advise him to listen to a song or try out a type of food, he’ll do it and review it to you next time he sees you.

he feels all giddy inside everytime you smile at him, and he smiles so much himself when he’s with you that his cheeks hurt when he comes home. 

KIM MINGYU

golden retriever energy, a litteral puppy.

kinda the same as cheol, i think he would want to flex his muscles too, but more in the sense that he wants to impress you.

he’ll always try to help you with things that require strength just so he could show off his muscles. 

gets all shy when you praise him for that or compliment him, cheeks turning red and becoming a stuttering mess. 

often gets sleepy around you, and he heard that it can happen when you’re really comfortable around someone. 

let him sleep on your shoulders or lap, please, he’s so cute, and if you pet his hair too, his crush would become even more obvious. 

it is so visible to everyone that at one point, he starts to think that maybe you just don’t feel the same because he’s painfully obvious. 

but teasing mingyu is so much fun, and he’s so cute when he’s trying to impress you that you can’t help it. 

XU MINGHAO

i think he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings, and he would not show his interest in you at first.

he just wants to make sure that you’re also attracted to him before letting you know. 

he’s a pretty straightforward guy, and he doesn’t want to lose the time he could have spent with you instead.

would often make comments about the fact that he could be a good boyfriend, always looking your way when he’s saying that. 

compliments, so many compliments about your outfits or your makeup or on how smart you are. 

anyway, he always makes sure to praise so that you’ll see how good he could treat you. 

interested in everything you have to tell and love to have deep conversations with you.

would want his confession to be well prepared though, so he’ll practice a lot in order for it to be perfect and deserving of you. 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

immediately wants to know more about you when he gets introduced to you.

firstly, because he thinks you’re very pretty and that he was instantly charmed by your sweet smile. 

secondly, because your personality is just as sweet and charming. 

thirdly, because you’re not bothered to listen to his rambles for hours and hours, always staying attentives. 

he would always try to seek one-on-one time with you, asking you to go shopping together, or under the excuse of showing you this cute café he told you about some time before. 

even when you’re not around, he’ll always find a way of mentioning you during his conversation, and once he starts, no one can stop him. 

would whine and refuse every single one of your compliments, but the tip of his ears are so red it’s obvious how flustered you make him. 

CHWE HANSOL

very chill and calm usually, but every time you’re here, it’s like he gets a sudden burst of energy and adrenaline. 

outside of that, it would not show too much that he has a crush on you, and only his members or people that know him really well would notice the small changes in his behavior. 

would listen to the music you like because he thinks the type of songs people listen to are saying a lot about them. 

full attention on you everytime you talk, even if it’s not to him specifically.

he loves to just look at you, admire how pretty and easy-going you are. 

same as some of the others, he would want to know you well before confessing, just to be certain of his feelings. 

not easy to make him blush or fluster him, but if you start to praise him out of nowhere, his cheeks would be dusted pink. 

LEE CHAN

match his outfits with yours every time he has the chance, playing it off a coincidence but not daring to say that it makes you look like a couple even if it’s what he’s trying to imply by doing that.

he would want to teach you some of his choreos but would not want to impose this activity on you. 

so if you compliment him on how good of a dancer he is and how you wished you could be as talented as him, he’s quick to jump on the offer and become your teacher. 

will literally treat you like royalty even if you’re not his partner yet. 

would buy you random gifts just because they made you think of you. 

another one who’s very obvious, but because he’s not able to hide his blush and giggles every time you’re close to each other, or when you’re looking into his eyes. 

honestly so cute it’s hard to resist him for too long.

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love alphabet (law)

note: i found this alphabet template but i can't find the original creator since i found it. if anyone knows, please inform me so i could credit.

Disclaimer: its mostly sfw but P, K, and Y, as p and y are nsfw and k is suggestive. also, i tried my best to keep it as gender-neutral as i could but some may be referenced as fem... but the majority is gender neutral.

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A = Affection (PDA, what sort of affection they give)

as many as one would say about him and pda, i’m also a firm believer that law is not a big fan of pda. however, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t enjoy showcasing his love for you. everyone has a love language and law has one, and its quality time. your mere presence calms him down, so he puts in the efforts to incorporate you in all activities he’s in in the modern universe, and all adventures in the canon universe (as long as you’re not injured and are nowhere near in danger).

however, he’ll only do any form of pda if he’s feeling jealous and possessive and sees someone trying to make a move on you, so it's not like he minds it, it's more of his comfort.

furthermore, he’s EXTRA affectionate in private. I’d even argue that he’s much more clingy in private than he is in public. he’ll never showcase that clingy whiny side of his in public and if you so mention it to anyone, then trust you’ll lose all privileges.

B = Babies (Anything you want about babies)

for law, I don’t believe he’s the type to want kids. I don’t think he’s against it, I just think he’d rather have pets/plants than actual babies. I can see him being a cat dad honestly.

but you best believe that if you were to have his kid, he’d be such an attentive and overprotective father and if anyone ever so lay a hand on his child, he’d sure cut their limbs into pieces. (both literally and figuratively)

C = Cuddles (How they cuddle or are cuddled)

it truly depends on the mood and who initiates it. if you saw him lying in bed or on the couch and you got on top of him, he’ll just wrap his arms around you as you lay on his chest. he’ll probably also have a book in his hand, so in true law fashion, he won’t say much so he’ll just do the action more than say anything.

simultaneously, when you lay on the bed and if he’s really tired due to work, he’ll just groan and pull you into him and let himself lay on top of you with his face nuzzling on your neck without suffocating you. you’d simply ask him how his day went and he’d just grumble back an “nghh” which means ‘I don’t feel like talking, let me just lay in peace’ and you just simply rub his back as he falls into a slumber.

TLDR; he can be a baby when he’s tired

D = Darling  (Pet names)

He's not the biggest pet name guy but he’s the type to call you “babe/baby” if not by your name or how he’d call you “(y/n)-ya”

E = Enamored (how hard do they fall when in love)

you know the trope “they fell first, he fell harder”? I feel like if law was a trope, he’d be that.

law is nowhere near affectionate or emotional, but once you came into his life, you’ve impacted him in ways no one would think of, and yet you’re all he thinks of. he would even “subtly” mention you from time to time, and he wouldn’t notice how much he talks about you until Shachi and Penguin call him out on it and make fun of him for it (and he’d be in denial about it of course)

“y’know, (y/n) would love this necklace because it has their birthstone on it and I know how much they—“

“We know, bro, you’ve talked about them in the past hour.”

“NO, I DON’T!”

F = Firsts (A first on anything you pick)

if one would ask the two of you how your first kiss went, you’d get different responses from you and Law; with you finding it adorable and endearing, and him finding it embarrassing.

you two were in his room, alone, and watching a movie that you two have been wanting to watch but never got the chance until now. but despite the desire to watch, the two kept glancing at each other (mostly initiated by law, but he could never admit it), one hoping the other to just make a move.

law was never that experienced so he was nervous. using his knowledge from his time as a medical student, a little bit of his general psychology course, and the shows and media he consumes, he just went for it, and to say he went in deep would be an understatement.

although you were shocked at first, you kissed him back but you noticed that he suddenly went stiff and didn’t move as smoothly as he first did, so you pulled away and asked him if he was okay. and he looked at you like a deer in headlights.

“… I froze, didn’t I?”

law refuses to retell that story and is embarrassed every time you mention it.

G = Good Morning (How do they wake you up)

you’re dealing with an insomniac man, you tell me how it goes.

no, but in all seriousness, he’ll be very groggy so he’ll probably be the type to oversleep, so you have to wake him up. but if he ever woke you up, it’d probably be if he accidentally made his presence loud and you crave him.

but if you two happened to oversleep, then you got Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo barging in, yelling, and jumping on the bed to wake you two up like they’re overgrown children.

(in the modern universe; he’ll just push them out and glare at them to get out. meanwhile in the canon universe; he’ll simply use his devil fruit powers and just switch them out with specs of dust around the polar tank)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs?)

oddly enough, for a cold individual, his hugs are warm and soothing to have around. again, he doesn’t give out hugs to anyone except you and maybe Bepo, but with that fact, his hugs just hit different with you.

he rarely asks for it, and he’ll give it to you if you want it… however, remember how I said he’ll participate in doing PDA if he’s feeling possessive? yeah, you best believe he’s the type to hug you from behind as you talk to the individual in front of you.

think like this:

I = In Labor (Labour and Delivery)

oh, you’re highly blessed to have law by your side. As a doctor, he’s very much prepared to take care of you while in labor and knows how to keep calm in your delivery process.

but deep down, as your boyfriend, he’s highly concerned and scared for you and your baby.

suffice to say, underneath that stoic, calm, and collected doctor, is a very scared man who wishes he could get rid of the pain of his significant other.

J = Jealousy (Are they jealous? How do they handle it?)

I’d say Law is a very secure guy in his relationship and once you’re in a relationship with him, you’re expected to be loyal to him as he is to you, so he has nothing to worry about if you fulfill that promise.

however, he does have his moments where he needs to step in to showcase to the person in front of you that you’re off the market and that you have a boyfriend who’s not afraid to cause chaos for their sake.

I’d say he’s more possessive than jealous.

K = Kisses (How do they kiss? How often?)

oh, his kiss just hits differently as much as his hugs.

while he hates PDA (or so he says), he is the type to give you a quick peck before leaving somewhere for an entire day, whether privately or in front of people. just a quick peck on the cheek or forehead in public, on the lips in private.

speaking of privacy, his kisses are also very loving in private. he loves to get into full-on make-out sessions with you on the bed, sometimes it does get sexual, but other times you two can’t get each other off of each other.

L = Loyal (How loyal are they?)

the law would kill for his crew, and you’re as special as his crew. law gives me the vibes of “I’ll take a bullet for the one I love, and if I survive, I’ll kill whoever tried to hurt the one I love” and it's a big claim since law is a very distrustful person and doesn’t let ANYONE in his life that easy.

so if you ever thought of breaking your loyalty and betraying law in any way, you’re practically dead to him.

M = Memory (Their favorite memory about you?)

when asked about your favorite memory, you’d say “Your first kiss with him” and he would yell at you, “NO!”

all jokes aside, his favorite memory is possibly when you two started working together. he can’t pinpoint why, it's not like you guys met under the best circumstances, but when you two started talking and getting to know each other through work, he started to get enamored by your presence and just wanted to know more about you.

N = Never! (Dealbreakers)

breaking your loyalty to him and you deliberately expose his vulnerable side to other people. Any betrayal is a big dealbreaker to him, but these two would set him off. like I’ve mentioned above in the loyalty section, do either of these and you’re dead to him.

O = On the Rocks (How do they make up?)

law is not the most emotionally intuitive but that doesn’t mean he’s not emotionally intelligent. While Law is not the most talkative, he does try to communicate with you and you two mainly hash out your problems and apologize if needed.

however, law is a levelheaded person, so as long as you don’t pull any dumb stunt like a certain someone, *cough* luffy *cough* you’re fine.

P = Playtime (Any headcanons on sex)

While Law’s not the most vocal, he’s the type to let out groans and slight whimpers in your ears when he reaches his climax.

and while he enjoys being dominant during sex, he does want to tap into his submissive side sometime in the future (which includes pegging), but his pride wouldn’t allow him. maybe it's a trust issue thing, so once he can trust 100%, he can reconsider

Q = Quiet Time (How do they wind down?)

just simply having your presence calms him down, especially when you two cuddle on his couch/bed, that sure puts him at ease.

R = Rapture (What makes them happy?)

your judgment-free perspective and your ability to hear him out without outright criticizing and mocking him makes this man feel so at ease. and with your loving smile, it sure makes his dopamine levels go up.

S = Soulmate (What do they think of soulmates?)

I don’t think Law would be a firm believer in soulmates. I don’t how to explain it but he never came off as someone who believes in such things due to him feeling like each time he gets close to someone, he loses them. so finding a “soulmate” doesn’t sound like something he’d be interested in.

however, with having you and his crew, he believes there’s something deeper to it, just like how he felt with Corazon… but he’s afraid that with that deep feeling, that would mean he’d lose you guys…

it's very complicated and he can never give you a direct answer, so oftentimes he’ll either say no or I don’t know.

T = Together (What do you like to do together?)

lounging around and reading a book together. sounds very typical of law, but what else could he do? he’s not the most extroverted individual and he certainly doesn’t like loud environments so having some quiet sessions with you is ideal for him.

U = Unyielding (How do they handle interlopers in the relationship?)

law is the king of being unbothered and masters the art of not giving a fuck. not to toot his own horn, but Law is hyper-aware that he’s good-looking and anyone would wish to be in your position. while he doesn’t see what you and others see in him, he understands that people do fawn over his intimidating and mysterious aura.

so he does get girls (and sometimes guys) to throw themselves at him and try to get in between you and him, only for him to embarrass them by apathetically rejecting their advances. no amount of luring could ever get to him as he would just hit them with his signature scowl and roll his eyes at them. his love for you is THAT deep.

meanwhile in your case… I’d be a broken record so go back to the jealousy and the whole PDA discourse.

V = Vulnerable (Are they vulnerable often? How do they handle it?)

law is not always vulnerable, thanks to his pride, trust issues, and trauma, but when he does become vulnerable, you better keep that shit to yourself and bury it in your grave. That's an oath you need to keep.

you’ll see him sometimes start tearing up and talk about how much he misses his family, old friends, and Corazon. his face would become red due to his crying as he pouts and starts to talk about his feelings.

you’d comfort him and eye him with a loving and supportive look. he would make eye contact with you through teary eyes and witness your look. that look solidified his trust in you and how comfortable he is talking about his feelings.

W = Wedding (Wedding headcanons)

law is not a big celebratory person, but he doesn’t simply want a courthouse wedding. not because he doesn’t want it, but because he knows that his crew would pester him for it and you would just laugh at their arguments, even if you don’t mind having a courthouse wedding.

so he’ll just have a small wedding, think kind of a backyard type of wedding where only the closest people are in attendance. while it's not big, you two would wear your elegant wedding attire and you two would shine together.

he just loves the small intimate ceremonies where all his favorite people gathered around and no one to disturb this beautiful moment.

X = (E)x (How do they handle exes? What do they do if they see them)

law is not that experienced in relationships so it's not like he had many exes and if he were to have one, he’d not acknowledge them if he saw them from afar. if they did walk up to them, he’d simply just apologize and walk away. it's not that law is not confrontational, it's just, what the hell was he supposed to do? the relationship’s done, there’s nothing to reignite.

I feel like Law’s the type who would not go back to his ex, even if he fell hard for them and still has slight feelings for them.

Y = Yearning (What do they do when they miss you?)

he’ll never admit it, and no matter how many times you’ve caught him, he’ll still not admit and deny it, but this man takes your clothes and/or pillows and constantly smells them until he sleeps.

it started with your pillow from your shared bed. you left to hang out with ikkaku and you may have lingered a bit longer than expected, and you came back later than you should have. you expected to be lightly scolded by law as you walked into the room, but instead, you were met with the sight of him sleeping with your pillow (and your discarded hoodie from earlier?), wrapping its arms around it like how he’d usually do with you.

it was an adorable sight, and when you call him out on it he’d be like “Huh? What are you talking about? I probably moved in my sleep” Yeah sure, Jan.

**NSFW**

furthermore, law has stolen your panties previously. when you were gone, Law, unfortunately, caught himself in a position where he desperately needed you. he eyes down at the imprint between his legs through his sweatpants.

he palms it as he hisses out a light cuss, wishing you could just walk in and take care of him, but he knows you won’t be here anytime soon. so he’ll take the closest thing to having you, he gets up to your drawer and fishes out your lace underwear.

he stared at it as he went back to his chair and he proceeded to palm himself through his sweatpants once again. he gripped your panties as he lowered his pants and boxers, revealing his hard cock, gasping at the air making contact with his sensitive skin.

he cusses at himself and calls himself a pervert for doing what he’s about to do as he wraps your panties around and starts to stroke it.

little does he know, you came in earlier than expected and walked into the hottest sight you’ve witnessed.

Z = Zzz… (Sleeping headcanons)

law is a small spoon, argue with the wall. he loves to lay on your chest as he enjoys the sound of your heartbeat (no pun intended), while he wraps his arms around your middle. he also loves it when you stroke his hair, it makes him go to sleep almost instantly as you see him roll his eyes and began to let out a tiny snore as he falls to sleep.

he sleeps like a baby all in all, and you love to take care of him.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Gojo's s/o ignoring him and not making him sweets after he made them mad? Not in a mean way, they're grumpy but still want him to live longer so they still pack lunch for him. Just no more sweets.

Gojo opened his bento for lunch with his precious students, and frowned immediately when he saw there was no dessert in his lunch box.

For the past few days now, [Y/N] had been mad at him. He couldn’t figure out why and at this point he was too embarrassed/concerned to ask. They acted fairly normal, but the shift in their demeanor had subtly shifted. They would push his arms away when he tried to hug him. They slept on “their side of the bed” instead of in the middle with him like they always do. They hardly texted him at all through out the day other than maintenance text like ‘what do you want for dinner?’ ‘when will you be home?’ ‘pick up milk.’

The kicker though was that they weren’t packing him any treats in his lunch box. [Y/N] knew how much of a sweet tooth Gojo had. They usually thought it was cute. But the past few days he had been without homemade treats, and he had to resort to store bought vending machine snacks to get by.

Still, Gojo ate his bento in its entirety. Because despite the lack of sweets it was still very good and he wouldn’t waste it. When he got home that evening, he decided to take the bull by the horns. Gojo would have to ask what was going on and fall on his sword for an apology.

He just hoped their wasn’t a real sword involved.

“[Y/N], can you tell me what’s wrong?” Gojo asked. Just jumping right in when he came through the door and saw them doing dishes.

“What? What are you talking about?” They weren’t playing dumb. They were literally caught off guard by his question.

“I know something is up. You’ve been distant lately. Cold.” He watched as they put down the sponge with a sigh.

“I’ve been distracted.”

“Too distracted to put snacks in my bento.” Gojo muttered to himself quietly. He knew it was petty, but he needed those sweets to function. “Look, if you just…tell me what’s wrong, I’ll fix it. I’ll apologize. We’ll move on. We’ll go get ice cream.”

“I don’t want ice cream.” ‘Well not everything is about you’ He wanted to say, but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. “You didn’t do anything. Not…technically.”

Gojo arched a brow. “What does ‘not technically’ mean?” Usually if he did something, he 100% did it and there was no question that he did it. Gojo never claimed to be the model of temperance, patience, or restraint, but he’s also never been ‘kind of in trouble’ for something.

“I’m pregnant.” That left a haymaker in his gut. “It’s why I’ve been distracted. I was trying to figure out what to do and how to tell you, and I guess I thought I was playing it cool. Sorry if you felt left out in the ‘cold’.”

Gojo rubbed his head. Oh shit, he felt bad for that now. But there was an overwhelming feeling coming up inside him. He rushed over to [Y/N] and scooped them in a hug. “Why didn’t you just tell me?!”

“Well…it’s not like we planned this. And I wasn’t sure you wanted kids.”

“What are you talking about?! I love kids!” He was the best teacher in the whole world.

“You love teenagers you only have to spend a few hours a day with.” Fair. “A baby is…different.”

“Yeah, but it’s our baby.” He told them. Leaning in to press their foreheads together.

This was a much surprise than anything he could have hoped for in his lunches. He and his beloved were going to have a baby. There was no sweeter treat than that.

[deftosweet]

GoW Headcanons Pt.2!!!

Author's note: Thank you very much for the support!!!! It truly motivates me to continue with my writing!! (Don't forget to follow me too!!)

And today's topic... Kratos having a crush on you! A different theme from the previous one, I hope you like it!

GOD WHAT A MAN 😍😍

At first he thought that it was simply a confusion and that he would get over it, I think it would be difficult for Kratos to accept that he's feeling something like that since Faye.

Maybe it would take him a couple of days to think about it and analyze his emotions better.

Little by little he begins to fill some pages of his diary talking about you, giving descriptions of the way you are, how you talk to him, even the way you walk. I think Kratos is someone who notices those kinds of details about someone.

It is a little bit difficult for him to admit his feelings towards you in his diary, but when he does he begins to explain to himself through his writing how he fell in love with you.

Finishing those pages in his diary would probably help him decide to start courting you.

He would start very subtly, that's for sure

Acts of service and words of affirmation are Kratos' love language!!!!

A little less quiet than before, he tends to ask more often how your day was or if you need help with something.

He likes to go hunting for you, even if you don't ask him to, he does it sometimes.

Kratos could listen to you ramble for hours.

He really likes hearing your laugh, even if Kratos is not the most talkative nor is he that funny, he would do everything possible to see you happy.

He gets very overprotective. Oh he really does.

He is quite gentle when it comes to physical contact (Have you seen how he touches and holds Faye in the game?!? 😍)

Subtle physical contact, even if he's quite experienced, i think that Kratos wants to take it slow. Maybe just putting his hand on your shoulder... Anyways he wouldn't refuse a hug from you.

Kratos would like you to realize his feelings towards you for yourself, I feel like he would be just a bit embarrassed by the idea of confessing them, especially when he is just realizing that he has a crush.

He doesn't get nervous easily, and if he does there's obviously no way to know.

I feel like maybe... Kratos tends to smile slightly more often when he's with you without realizing it. Even if is just a little, the difference is still there.

Author's note: bro this post got me all silly kicking my feet, twirling my hair and giggling over a fictional man...

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

The Weight of Change | Sebastian Sallow x OC

I don't even know what to say abt this, my chest feels like it might explode from the amount of fluff and love and adoration in this. uhghghhh

(previous fic/context if necessary)

Words: ~3,100

Tags: Post Canon, Established Relationship, Fluff, Fluff, More Fluff

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The night was crisp, the air cool as they made their way up the familiar path to the cottage. The stars were bright above Feldcroft, the village quiet at this hour, save for the occasional rustle of leaves stirred by the wind. It should have been a peaceful walk. It would have been, but Evangeline held herself differently tonight—closed off in a way that wasn’t like her.

Dinner had gone well enough. Garreth had been his usual boisterous self, while Cressida had balanced him out with her composed, if slightly exasperated, commentary. Evangeline had laughed. Smiled. Contributed to the conversation. But something had been… off.

It was in the way she tugged at the sleeves of her dress absently, the way her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes. The way she had been a little quieter than usual, pressing her palm to her belly under the table when she thought no one was looking.

But Sebastian had been looking. He always was.

And now, as they made their way back to the cottage, her silence weighed heavier than the cool night air.

Sebastian let the quiet settle for a moment longer before finally speaking. “You alright, love?”

Evangeline startled slightly, as if she hadn’t realized how deep in thought she was. “Hmm? Yeah, of course.”

He arched a brow. “You sure? You’ve been a bit quiet since dinner.”

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m just tired. It was a long day.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the truth.

Sebastian hummed, letting the subject drop—for now.

Instead, he reached for her hand.

She let him take it, squeezing his fingers briefly before letting go again. That, more than anything, made his stomach twist. Evangeline had never been shy about touch with him.

By the time they reached the cottage, she was rubbing at her lower back absently, her posture subtly shifting as she tried to ease whatever discomfort had been nagging at her all evening.

Sebastian opened the door for her, letting her step inside first before shutting out the night behind them.

Evangeline kicked off her shoes near the doorway and stretched, rolling her shoulders. “I think I’m going to change and head to bed early,” she murmured, already making her way toward their bedroom.

Sebastian nodded, pretending not to notice the way she wrapped her arms around herself as she walked away.

As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut, Sebastian let out a slow breath and began pacing.

Something was bothering her. He could feel it like a storm in the distance, the pressure in the air before the thunder rolled in.

He went over the evening again, searching for anything he might have missed.

She had laughed. Talked. Played along with Garreth’s antics. But the way she had held herself—the small hesitations, the subtle distance, the way she let go of his hand so quickly—something had been weighing on her.

His pacing slowed.

The dress.

When she'd come into the bedroom earlier to change for dinner, she had reached for her favorite dress—the deep red one—and when she tried to slip it over her head, she had gone very still. Sebastian hadn’t thought much of it at the time—Evangeline was particular about what she wore, sometimes changing her mind last minute.

But it was obvious, now that he reflected on it. She hadn’t changed her dress because she wanted to. She had changed it because the one she wanted to wear no longer fit.

Sebastian’s chest tightened.

He knew she was aware of the changes in her body—how could she not be?

He had been marveling at the way her body was adapting to the pregnancy, in absolute awe of the life she was carrying. But he had also seen the way she sometimes frowned at her reflection, the way she hesitated when dressing, the way her hands lingered on the curve of her stomach, not with reverence, but with uncertainty. Not about their baby, no—of course not. But about herself.

Sebastian ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly. He had known Evangeline long enough to understand how she worked—how she carried her worries quietly, how she never wanted to make a fuss over things that mattered to her but would fight tooth and nail for anyone else.

And now, she was likely curled up in bed, telling herself that feeling this way was silly, that it didn’t matter, that she should be grateful.

But it did matter.

Sebastian pushed away from the fireplace, rolling his shoulders as he made his way toward the bedroom. The door was still slightly ajar, and he stepped inside as quietly as possible.

Evangeline was already in bed, curled onto her side, her back to him. She had changed into one of his shirts—one of the looser ones, which he suspected wasn’t an accident.

His heart ached.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle her too much. “Evie.”

She made a soft noise of acknowledgment, but she didn’t turn over.

“You’re not hiding anything from me, you know,” he murmured.

Evangeline was quiet for a moment before exhaling softly. “I’m not hiding anything,” she said, though the words felt hollow even as she spoke them.

Sebastian didn’t push—not when she wasn’t ready—but he also didn’t leave. Instead, he shifted closer, resting a warm hand on her back. His palm moved in slow, soothing circles, a steadying presence against the storm he knew she was trying to keep to herself.

“Evie,” he said again, softer this time.

She finally turned onto her back, blinking up at him. In the dim candlelight, he could see the faint crease of frustration between her brows, the hesitance in her hazel eyes. It was the same look she had given herself in the mirror before dinner.

Sebastian brushed his fingers along the sleeve of his shirt where it covered her wrist. “You want to tell me what’s wrong, or should I take a wild guess?”

Evangeline huffed. "There's nothing to guess."

Sebastian leaned back slightly, propping himself up on one elbow. “Was it the dress?” he asked gently.

She stiffened.

Sebastian had his answer.

Evangeline sighed, running a hand down her face before letting it drop onto her stomach. “I know it’s stupid,” she muttered, her voice quiet. “It’s just a dress.”

Sebastian frowned. “It’s not stupid.”

She gave a humorless laugh. “I’m carrying a child, and I’m upset about something as trivial as a dress. It is stupid.”

He shook his head. “You’re upset because your body is changing in ways you have no control over,” he said plainly. “That’s not stupid. That’s human.”

Evangeline’s throat bobbed slightly, and she turned her face toward the ceiling, blinking rapidly. “I just feel… heavy,” she admitted after a pause, her voice almost too quiet to hear. “And it’s not just the baby. I feel like I’m dragging myself around.

He hated how small she sounded when she said it, hated how much it must have bothered her for her to say it out loud at all.

He shifted closer, brushing his knuckles along her cheek.

“Evangeline,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Your body is doing something incredible.”

“I know that,” she said quickly. “That doesn’t mean I have to like how it feels.”

Sebastian let out a slow breath.

He wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, that she was stunning, that he liked the way her body was changing, because it meant their child was growing inside of her.

He wanted to say how he’d spent months in absolute awe of her, watching the way she instinctively cradled her stomach when she wasn’t thinking about it, how she hummed softly to herself when she thought she was alone, how she always whispered goodnight to the baby before she fell asleep.

But this? This wasn’t something he couldn’t just fix with words, no matter how much he wanted to. Evangeline was stubborn. He knew her well enough to understand that this wasn’t about him. It was about how she felt in her own skin.

And right now, she felt uncomfortable. Unsteady.

Sebastian exhaled softly and sat up, rolling off the bed.

Evangeline blinked at him, confused. “Where are you going?”

“Stay here,” he said simply, already making his way toward the door. “I’ll be right back.”

She frowned, shifting to sit up properly, watching as he disappeared down the hall.

Sebastian moved quickly, his mind already turning over the details as he stepped into the washroom. He knew Evangeline better than anyone—what soothed her, what made her feel at peace.

And if she felt heavy, if she felt dragged down—then he’d make her feel weightless.

He turned the taps, watching as steam curled into the air. The water needed to be perfect—just right. Not too hot, not too cold. He had drawn Evangeline enough baths by now to know the precise temperature she preferred. The trick was in the way the steam lifted, the subtle ripple of warmth when he dipped his fingers in to test it.

Once he was satisfied, he reached for a small vial on the shelf—lavender and chamomile, the same oil she liked to use when she couldn’t sleep. A few drops in the water, just enough for the scent to bloom into the air.

But it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

Barefoot, he slipped outside, shivering slightly at the contrast of the cool night air against his skin. Feldcroft was quiet, the only sounds the distant rustling of leaves and the soft chirping of crickets.

The irises, her favorite flower, grew behind the cottage, nestled along the stone wall. He crouched beside them, fingers ghosting over the delicate petals, careful not to damage them as he gathered a few. He plucked the softest ones, the freshest blooms, cradling them in his palm as he stood.

As he straightened, he cast a glance back at the cottage. The window to their bedroom was still illuminated, a soft glow behind the curtains. He wondered if she was still lying there trying to push away the thoughts she hadn’t wanted to voice.

Turning back inside, he moved swiftly, shaking off the night chill as he stepped into the warmth of the washroom. The bath was nearly ready, the water lapping gently against the porcelain as the faint scent of lavender filled the space.

He took his time placing the irises in the water, watching as the petals floated to the surface, shifting gently with the movement of the bath. Then, with a flick of his wand, he charmed the bubbles—not the usual fleeting kind, but ones that would linger, popping only when touched.

Evangeline liked things like that—small bits of magic woven into everyday moments.

Satisfied, he stepped back, surveying his work.

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the lanterns, steam curling into the air, the scent of lavender wrapping around him. The water was perfect, the irises floating like small, violet stars, the bubbles shimmering with the faintest iridescence.

Sebastian nodded to himself before stepping out into the hall, making his way back toward their bedroom.

Evangeline was sitting up now, curled beneath the blankets, her arms wrapped loosely around herself. She looked up as he entered, her brow furrowing in sleepy confusion. "What are you up to?" she murmured.

Sebastian smirked, reaching for her hand. “Come with me.”

Evangeline hesitated, blinking at him before glancing toward the door. “Sebastian—”

“Just trust me,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.

She sighed but allowed him to help her up. She let him lead her toward the washroom, though she looked suspicious as they stopped in the doorway.

Then she saw it.

Her breath caught.

The bath, the irises, the bubbles—all of it.

She turned to look at him, wide-eyed. “Sebastian…”

“You needed this,” he said simply.

Evangeline’s lips parted, but for once, she had nothing to say. Instead, she just stared at the bath, something flickering behind her expression—something vulnerable, something soft.

Sebastian reached for the hem of her shirt, fingers brushing against the fabric. “Let me help you.”

But she hesitated, and Sebastian stiffened.

Evangeline had never been shy about touch—not with him. Their relationship had always been filled with it, casual and instinctive, woven into the fabric of their lives together. But now, she was hesitating. She never hesitated.

The realization settled like a weight in his chest.

He had told himself it was just exhaustion, that the reason their intimacy had waned in recent weeks was nothing more than her body needing rest. And that was true, in part. She had been more tired, more achy, curling up beside him in bed only to drift off before they could do more than press drowsy kisses to each other’s skin.

And of course, he didn’t mind.

How could he?

She was growing their child—of course she was tired. He had expected it, had anticipated that her body would demand more from her, that she would have less energy left for them. He had never once begrudged her for it. Never once thought of it as something lacking between them.

If anything, he had loved it in a quiet, unspoken way—the way she would nestle into his side without hesitation, tucking herself against him like he was something safe, something she could sink into without effort. He had come to savor those moments, the way she would let herself rest in his presence, the way she trusted him enough to simply be.

But now—now he wondered if there was more to it than that.

What if it wasn’t just exhaustion keeping her from reaching for him?

What if part of her didn’t want to be seen by him?

Sebastian swallowed against the tightness in his throat, keeping his touch gentle as he lifted the fabric over her head, waiting for her to stop him. She didn’t—but she didn’t meet his gaze either, her arms instinctively drawing inward, as if she could make herself smaller.

And then he saw her. Really saw her.

He had seen her naked more times than he could count. He had memorized every freckle on her skin, every dimple, every place she was softest. But now... now his child was beneath her skin, beneath the swell of her belly, beneath the curve of her hips.

And she thought for even a second that he wouldn’t want to look at her?

Sebastian clenched his jaw, steadying his breath before meeting her gaze. She was watching him carefully, searching his face for something, maybe reassurance, maybe hesitation.

He refused to give her the latter.

She had always been beautiful to him, had always taken up every inch of space in his heart and his hands, but this? This was something entirely different.

She was softer now—growing, not from indulgence but from life.

She had never been more perfect.

Her breasts were fuller, her skin stretched and smooth over the growing curve of her belly. The stretch marks had deepened, a soft red against the paleness of her skin, trailing along her sides, the curve of her hips, across her stomach where his child grew.

He fought the urge to touch her, to press his hands over every inch of her and make her feel what he saw. Instead, he let his gaze travel back to her face, his throat tightening at the way she refused to look at him, her neck and cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

“Evangeline,” he murmured, his voice softer now, reverent.

She swallowed hard. “Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” His fingers brushed against her wrists. “Don’t look at you? Don’t see you?”

She pressed her lips together, her gaze flickering toward his before darting away again.

Sebastian took a slow, steadying breath, reaching up to tuck a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “Evie,” he whispered, “you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Her throat bobbed, her fingers curling slightly against her stomach. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not saying it because I have to.” His hand cupped her jaw now, tilting her face toward him so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. “I’m saying it because it’s true.”

She let out a shaky breath, still unconvinced, but at least she wasn’t turning away from him now.

Sebastian’s fingers traced down her arm, slow and deliberate, before settling at her waist. “Every single part of you is stunning,” he murmured, his voice almost reverent. “This—” his hands smoothed along the curve of her belly, where life was growing, their life— “is stunning.”

His palms ghosted over her hips, his thumbs brushing over the stretch marks there. “This is stunning.”

His fingers trailed up her sides, to where her ribs curved beneath soft skin, where her body had changed to hold more.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Evangeline, I—” He stopped, his voice catching, his hands stilling against her. “I love this. I love you—every single part of you, every single change, every mark and curve and—” He broke off again, swallowing hard, overwhelmed by the sheer force of how much he adored her.

Evangeline’s face crumpled slightly, something fragile in her expression.

And then she reached for him.

Not hesitantly, not cautiously—but with something raw and desperate, her fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer.

Sebastian let her, let himself be drawn into her, pressing his forehead against hers, his hands never leaving her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice small. “I know I’ve been—”

“Don’t,” he murmured, brushing his lips over the corner of her mouth. “Don’t apologize for this. For feeling. For needing time.”

Her breath shuddered, and he kissed her then, soft and slow, pouring everything he couldn’t say into the press of his lips against hers.

It wasn’t like their usual kisses—playful, teasing, or burning with need. This was different. This was steady, deliberate.

This was I see you.

This was I love you.

This was you are mine, and I am yours, no matter how we change.

When he pulled back, she let out a small, uneven breath, her hands still clutching at his shirt.

“Come here,” he murmured, gently guiding her into the bath.

Evangeline let out a quiet sigh as the warmth surrounded her, the scent of lavender curling into the air. She leaned back, her body finally, finally relaxing.

Sebastian knelt beside the tub, watching her, committing every inch of her to memory again, as if she were something precious—something sacred.

She cracked an eye open. “You’re still watching me.”

He smirked, but there was nothing teasing in his voice when he said, “Always.”

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"i'm in love with you" (OP81)

“i’m in love with you” (OP81 x reader)

read part 2 here!

Synopsis: “I’m in love with you.” Oscar says, stuttering a little, his head held down He said it. The sacred words which no one ever thought he would say. The words that would ruin a friendship. masterlist word count: 671 words pairing: oscar pisastri x reader

Oscar Piastri was a pretty reserved driver, wouldn't say anything if he didn’t need to. He just sat in the corner of the room and kept quiet. He isn’t exactly the type to start conversations or the kind to continue them. Truth be told, conversing was one of his biggest weaknesses, he never knew if he was going to accidentally insult someone or say something stupid and ruin their friendship.

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Oscar and you had a pretty special dynamic. You and him were so much different from the rest. The only person Oscar would initiate conversation with, the only person that Oscar would willingly talk to for hours. The only person that he would sit next to and lean on their shoulders, the only person which made Oscar feel comfortable around. 

The sunset was pretty, the orange streaks of ray glowing against Oscar’s face, making him glow a golden aura. Oscar and you sat on a park bench, admiring the sunset.

“You’re pretty special.” Oscar says, leaning on the bench.

“You too.” You reply, still admiring his face as it glowed in the sun.

“Really?” He says excitedly, sounding like a kid who found out you had candy.

“Yea.” You reply confidently, “You’re pretty too.”

He flushed red.

“Prettier than this sunset.” You add.

“You flatter me too much.” Oscar replies, covering his face with his hands.

Oscar made it pretty clear he found you special and that you were someone he treasured. He made sure you knew too, with all his gifts and that smile he flashed you every time you felt remotely down.

No matter how mad he was that day, how frustrated he was, your presence always made him feel better, and it was mutual. Both of you forged a bond people could only dream of. 

“Why aren’t you like this…” You ask, “You know, with everyone else.”

“Like what?” Oscar replies, holding an ice cream cone in his hand.

“Talkative.” 

“Oh! That…” He takes a lick of his ice cream, probably to drag time, “I guess, you just feel more comfortable to talk with… yea,”

“How am I different from Lando then?” You inquire further.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair, “You’re special…to me.”

“In what way.” You dig deeper.

“I didn’t know I was getting a pop quiz today.” He subtly avoids the question, awkwardly laughing.

“Oscar. Answer the question.” You deadpan.

“You…give me something that no one could ever.”

“Which is?”

“Butterflies.”

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Butterflies in my stomach.”

“Oscar. What are you saying?”

“I’m in love with you.” Oscar says, stuttering a little, his head held down

He said it. The sacred words which no one ever thought he would say. The words that would ruin a friendship.

“Oscar… I-” You pause, “I- uhm…” You’re lost for words, nothing comes out of your mouth no matter how hard you try.

“There I said it, okay?” Oscar says, taking another lick of his ice cream before sheepishly offering, “Do you… do you want ice cream?”

“Sure- Yea. I’ll take it” 

He stretches out his hand for you to lick his ice cream.

You do.

“So… Do you want to talk about it now or later?” You ask him.

He hesitates, “Now.”

“Since when?” 

“Since we met.”

“No way.”

“I thought it was just a small infatuation. It wasn’t.” He admits, licking more of his ice cream.

You wipe a chocolate stain off his lips, which sends a rush of blood up to his face, turning it red. He chuckles nervously, trying to hide his clear blush. His free hand fiddling with his shirt, wrinkling it up. 

“Guess it really wasn’t.” You joke, lightening the mood. Oscar laughed, his shoulders relaxing and his body growing less tense.

Oscar takes a deep breath and composes himself before thinking of how to phrase his question, then he asks it.

“Do you-” He stumbles on some of his words, “like…you know, like me back?” 

You think for a bit. 

Do you?

Do you love Oscar Piastri?

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we need a part two when they finish the project please

sweetheart (part 2)

warnings: smut; (f- receiving [fingering, clit stimulation], praise kink, protected sex, slight cock-warming, dirty talk), and tiny fluff

note: i’m soooo sorry i haven’t been as active. once june starts i’ll be able to write more and post more stories, but right now i’m super busy. i have a few fics right now that i’ve started, but haven’t gotten the chance to sit down and finish them. so for now, please accept this blurb 😖 sweetheart part 1

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you’ve always had a liking for school, in every aspect. unlike most people, you enjoyed doing homework and projects because it helped you understand the material you were learning. specifically, you adored science. you thought that the facts and what-ifs of the universe were fascinating, and you wouldn’t mind spending your whole life experimenting to discover new things. you absolutely loved chemistry and found it fun to analyze different equations to see what substance creates which reaction.

but right now, you’ve never hated science more.

peter is sitting on his computer typing away on the essay portion while you’re trying to focus on writing the poster. in all honesty, he gave you the easier job and you’re grateful, but you can’t seem to focus. not after he had his warm mouth on your pussy only two hours ago. every few moments, you would peek at peter’s fingers typing. you were getting so desperate to the point that each word he typed sent a tingle down your belly. when you two made light conversation, you swear his voice got a little deeper each time, and the rumbly rasp nearly sent you flying onto his lap.

“y/n, did you hear me?” you did not hear him.

“huh?” you blinked a few times, shaking all your dirty thoughts of his fingers from you. but they looked so rough and they moved so quickly, just like they did in you—

“are you okay?” no, you were not okay.

“uh, yeah, i’m fine,” you lied because you just wanted to finish the project, so peter could withhold his promise. that promise was the only thing getting you through this poster. there seemed to be a million facts and a lot of diagrams.

“what’d i say about lying?” peter asked with a head tilt and an octave-lower voice, his fingers halting on the keyboard. your heart skipped an erratic beat and your pencil dropped onto the poster paper.

“d-don’t do it.”

“good, you remembered,” he smirked subtly before typing away again. you take shallow breaths, wondering how he takes away your breath so easily.

the pulsing need of your clit and the burning of your stomach keep you from focusing. after ten minutes of hazily writing and sketching nonsense, you swallow your fear.

“peter, i was wondering if…we could take a break?” you suggested, pencil spinning around your anxious finger.

“sure, that sounds good,” he replies, but not the way you wanted him to. you watch as he saves his progress and closes his computer before walking around the kitchen island. he grabs two cups of water and hands one over to you when you appear at his side.

“oh, i’m not thirsty,” you smile to deny his offer.

“but you will be,” peter says nonchalantly before taking a smooth sip of his water. you feel the all-too familiar blush cascade across your neck as your eyes wander around the floor.

“are you all shy now? you didn’t seem to be when you were checking me out earlier,” peter taunts with a fake-innocent smile and places his glass on the counter. your eyes go wide for a moment, embarrassed that you were caught. “what? you didn’t think i saw you looking at me like you were going to jump on me? i know needy eyes when i see them, baby.”

the overwhelming heat of your skin fogs up your brain, making it impossible to focus on anything but the words leaving his lips. you’re silently begging him to touch you, to mend that ache in your cunt with his rough fingers. and hopefully, his cock. god, you want to see and feel his cock more than anything. you bet it would stretch you out for a whole week.

you swear you’re not normally like this.

“something’s on your mind,” peter observes with squinted eyes and a hand under his chin. “what is it?”

oh, just the idea of you fucking me into oblivion that’s all is what you wanted to say, but of course you didn’t. you mumbled out some gibberish that he couldn’t understand.

“i can’t hear you, sweetheart,” his words were so condescending, and in some twisted way, it turned you on so much.

“your promise,” you finally said, looking at his eyes. with each passing moment they grew from brown to shades darker.

“oh, i see,” peter tsks, “please, remind me what my promise was again? i seem to have forgotten.”

peter just loves games. especially the ones where he can feel your skin radiating fiery heat and watch your body squirm in its place. like he has all night, he’s been able to smell your arousal throughout the two hours you’ve been working. it utterly killed him to sit steady and type some scientific essay that wasn’t nearly as entertaining as your moans or ogasmic face. it was even worse knowing that you were just as desperate, but most likely didn’t want to interrupt your guys’ work time. what an angel you were.

but right now, peter’s never wanted to do more sinful things.

“you said…” how does he say such dirty words with ease? “you said we could continue what we were doing earlier.”

you lean your back against the counter, heart beating erratically in your chest as you try to remain cool. but your entire body was on fire and your clit was throbbing in your soaked underwear, so it was pretty difficult to stay focused.

“and what was that? use your words,” peter softly demands, licking his lips smugly. a never-ending heat cascades through your body, making your heart beat faster than ever. you breathe in, trying to get the courage to be so upfront.

“you said you would…fuck me,” you surprised yourself when you said the words. they sounded even bolder than you would have thought. every little moment he doesn’t say anything makes you think he’s just going to laugh at you. at this point, you think you’ve gone insane because you can no longer feel your heart beating. just the impending silence dangling between you two.

“good girl. now i remember,” peter smiles proudly and inches his way closer to you. his hand snakes up your neck and caresses your jaw. his thumb plays innocently with your bottom lip as your trembling breath huffs out. he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would let him. “it wouldn’t be very nice if i didn’t keep my promise, would it?”

“no,” you waver out. your legs are stiffened together and your eyes are straining on his every move.

peter solely smirks before leaning down to kiss you. like the movies, his kiss is soft and pleasant. the way your lips molded together caused such an intense chemical reaction, and you would love to experiment on it. multiple times. every day. you would kiss him as many times as you could. you never would forget the magnetic feeling of his lips on yours.

your hands get lost in his brown hair, twisting their way through his ends. you’re so lost within his kiss that you didn’t even comprehend when he said “jump,” but you subconsciously listened and leaped into his hold. peter carried you to his bedroom, which you have been dying to see since you walked through the door. you believed someone’s bedroom said a lot about them.

however, you were too focused on other things to analyze peter’s bedroom. peter delicately lays you onto his black sheets, still kissing you like the world is ending. he slowly makes his way down your warm neck as you hum at the feeling. knowing what’s coming, you don’t wait for peter to ask permission behind discarding your own shirt. you close your eyes and tell yourself to not be self-conscious. he’s already seen you naked, so why be nervous?

seeing this, peter frowns slightly. his rough fingertip taps lightly on your temple. “open. wanna see your pretty eyes.”

your stomach tingles at his words before obeying his request. instead of smirking, peter smiles goofily and then kisses your cheek. a wave of warmth erupts through your skin at his affection. your entire body was covered in flames at this point, and you wondered if you would even be alive to get to the good part.

his tough hands roam your supple skin in hopes of exploring every inch. the rough texture left tingles in its trail.

“jeans?” he asks, looking up at you for approval.

“yes. please, peter,” you rushed and pleaded. your clit was begging for some friction, and you were about to start crying if you didn’t get something.

“gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart,” peter sang, thumbs rubbing the supple skin of your inner thighs teasingly. you wavered out a shaky breath, trying to conjure up the words.

“i need you so bad it hurts,” you whimpered. you were honest with peter, but your words weren’t what he wanted.

“i bet it does, baby. but that’s not what i asked,” peter flicks your clit through your underwear causing you to gasp at this unexpected movement. your thighs twitch and tighten at his teasing. he does it a few more times, just to get your body even more excited, and to get you to finally speak up.

“f-fuck! peter, i need your cock. i-i need you to fuck me,” you shouted, louder than you intended, but that was even better for peter.

“look who’s using her words,” peter says smugly, making your roll your eyes. you both assist in shrugging your panties off, making you completely naked while peter is still fully dressed. you reach for his shirt, but he’s already a step ahead of you and pulls it off himself.

when you see his body, you swear you almost faint. peter had six bulky packs of muscle on his abdomen and lumps of muscle on his arms. his chest was buff and tight, yet looked soft all at the same time. you had to blink a few times to make sure he was real. you even poked a finger at his stomach just to make sure it didn’t go through him like a ghost or a hologram. peter chuckles at your antics before grabbing your hand and kissing it, just like he had done earlier in the evening. and just like earlier, you felt yourself blush profusely and feel tingly all over again.

while you’re smiling like a goof, peter’s hands resume on your body. you instantly stop smiling because you remembered just how much he’s deprived you. but he’s also given you more than anyone else has in the past…

his digits caress your soaking slit between your crossed legs. you gasp because he’s finally touching you bare.

“open,” he demands softly, voice deep and lustful. shakily, you listen and do so. peter doesn’t hesitate to find your lips again with his fingers.

you quietly moan at the delicate pressure, feeling the smallest bit of friction. just as you were about to beg him for more, or to hurry up, his middle finger slips inside of you. it was almost embarrassing how easy it was. the amount of wetness you were leaking could fix the california drought.

“god, you’re so wet. what made you like this?” peter slowly pushed his finger in and out, thumb circling your puffy clit at the same time.

“you, peter! fuck,” you clenched around his digit, needing release already.

“are you thinking about my cock? hmm?” peter questioned, voice gravely as he leans over you. “are you thinking about me inside of you? thinking about how much i’m going to stretch your little pussy out?”

you groan at his foul language, pulsing barbarically. you’re straining to keep your eyes open, trying to obey his earlier request and to intake the moment. peter urges you to come, increasing his thrusts and pace. before you know it, your core is tightening and you’re squeezing peter’s fingers until you do. you thought you cut off his circulation from how hard you were clutching onto him, but when he pulls his fingers away and licks them proudly, you knew he was just fine.

“taste so good, sweetheart,” a smirk dances upon his lips as your taste lingers in his mouth. he’ll never forget that taste, no matter what happens after tonight. he’s hoping there will be more nights like these. more days too.

“can you please fuck me now, peter?–”

he holds up a finger to your lips.

“all of a sudden you know how to use your words and it still sounds so dirty coming from your pretty lips.”

in the blink of an eye, peter is reaching over to his night stand to grab a condom (hopefully). when you see the tinfoil wrapping, he stuffs it between your teeth, making you hold onto it. you then watch as he undresses his pants, clearly taking all the time in the world like he has it.

the smell of your orgasm and your wetness is haunting peter’s senses. the scent of you is never going to rid from his body or his room. he also doesn’t ever want you to leave, so he’s going to drag this out as long as possible.

once his pants are finally off, you get the courage to undo the wrapper while he’s taking his underwear off. holding the condom, you almost drop it once you see his length. he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had. the tip of cock is bright red and leaking a bit of pre-cum, clearly just as desperate as you.

“fuck,” you mumble when looking at him. all he does is smirk before taking the condom from your hand and putting it over himself. peter leans over you again, face over face.

“ready, sweetheart?” his smirk lingers while you clench around nothing. you can feel the overwhelming sensation of your clit throbbing and you just want him to mend it. “ready to be fucked so hard you can’t leave?”

“yes, peter. fuck me hard.”

with your final words, peter is gently sinking into you. your wet folds encompass his cock snuggly causing you both to groan in delight. after a few moments, he starts to rock his body and you release a string of moans with every thrust. you try your hardest to keep your eyes open, but fail to do so. the sensations are indescribable throughout your body.

peter’s actions get harder, rougher. just like you wanted. he’s flicking his hips into yours with skilled movements while his face is relaxing in the crease of your neck. you feel his warm breath on you as he groans into your ear, lighting your whole body on fire.

“shit, peter, it feels so good. don’t stop,” you whine when he hits a certain part inside of you. your hand creeps down in between you both to rub the ache in your clit, but peter stops you.

“love when you touch yourself,” he grunts, never halting his movements, “but that’s my job right now.”

so, peter begins harshing rubbing your clit to no end. instead, your hands squeeze tightly on his biceps while he pounds into you so hard, you see stars. your never-ending wetness makes it so easy for him to slip in and out.

you feel yourself clutch onto his cock and when he moans, he sounded like the best thing you’ve ever heard.

“i-i love when you moan,” you croaked out, feeling too blissful to speak coherently.

“yeah? what else do you like?” peter huffs out, still smug as ever, even when he’s deep inside of you.

“l-love when you talk dirty, peter.”

“knew you were fucking filthy.”

with his rough words, you’re on the brink of your orgasm. your core tightens like it did earlier and your nails are digging deliciously into his skin. peter hisses in pleasurable pain, loving what you’re doing to him.

as your orgasm flows over you, your heart beats a million miles an hour and your breathing becomes staggered. the moans you elicit were just as filthy and pornographic as…well a porno. as you came, peter was smiling the whole time.

peter twitched inside of you and that’s when you knew he was close. you tangled your hands in his hair one last time and gave a single tug. that simple movement caused him to groan deeply and bring him to his release.

he doesn’t pull out quite yet. he just rests inside of you with his head on your chest. then after a few moments, he goes to get up.

“don’t leave,” you whisper and slide your hand through his locks again.

“it’s my place, baby, i’m not leaving,” he chuckles and slowly pulls out. you whimper at the loss of his cock, and at the feeling of being stretched out to the max.

“peter, i think you ruined me,” your voice cracked because it was hoarse and dry. you definitely needed some water now.

“good. are you thirsty now, sweetheart?”

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[mshellimagines]

Lady Nagant x gn reader? 🥺 i see her in your pfp and I think it’d be nice! either story or headcanons is fine

OF COURSE you may!! I love writing for my “wife” and I am so thrilled you asked! This might be a bit later than anticipated but I hope you enjoy love <3

Kaina my beloved…

Lady Nagant & S/O Headcanons

Protective but Subtle: Lady Nagant doesn’t wear her emotions on her sleeve. She’s a woman of few words, but her actions speak volumes. You might not even notice at first, but she always positions herself in a way that keeps you safe. Whether you're out in a crowd or walking down an empty street at night, she naturally takes on a protective role, subtly guiding you to her less vulnerable side, always watching, always vigilant.

Eyes Like a Hawk: Her sharp senses make her hyper-aware of everything around you. She notices little things before you do—if you’re shivering, if you're distracted, or if someone nearby seems suspicious. She’ll casually drape her jacket over your shoulders or place herself between you and potential danger without even thinking about it. Her protective instincts are second nature.

Walls Up, Slowly Breaking Down: Trust doesn’t come easily to her, and you respect that. She’s been through things she rarely speaks of, so she guards herself fiercely. But over time, as you offer her unspoken patience and kindness, she starts letting you in. The first time she tells you something personal about her past, she watches you carefully, gauging your reaction. When you accept her without judgment, she relaxes, even if just a little.

Late-Night Conversations: It’s often during the quietest hours that she opens up the most. In the stillness of the night, she feels safe enough to talk, her voice barely above a whisper. You’ll find her telling you about missions she regrets, decisions that still haunt her, and dreams that feel distant. You listen, offering a comforting presence that doesn’t ask for more than she’s willing to share.

Soft Smiles Reserved for You: Lady Nagant isn’t someone who smiles often, but with you, it’s different. You catch those rare, soft smiles that make her seem a little less like the stoic sniper and more like the woman behind the mask. Sometimes, you’ll crack a joke or make a silly face just to coax a grin out of her, and it’s always worth it when you succeed.

Physical Affection Takes Time: She’s not used to being touched, at least not in a gentle way. The first time you reach for her hand, she hesitates, looking at you with a flicker of vulnerability. But once she’s comfortable, you find her fingers brushing against yours more often, her hand lingering a second longer than necessary. Little touches mean a lot to her, even if they seem casual to anyone else.

Acts of Service: Lady Nagant isn’t big on grand romantic gestures, but she’s constantly doing little things for you. She fixes anything that’s broken, always keeps an eye on your surroundings, and even teaches you a few self-defense techniques “just in case.” You know it’s her way of showing she cares, even if she’d never say it outright.

Training Together: She insists on teaching you how to protect yourself. It starts as a practical lesson, but it becomes something you both enjoy. She’s patient and encouraging, guiding your hands into proper stances and showing you how to defend yourself with calm precision. Sometimes, she’ll tease you lightly if you miss a step, her eyes softening as you laugh and try again.

Quiet Affection: She’s not someone who’ll shower you with words of love, but she’ll do things that say more than words ever could. You’ll find her leaving little notes reminding you to stay safe, or she’ll quietly place things she knows you need where you’ll see them. Her love language is all about the small things—things that make you feel seen and cared for.

A Shoulder to Lean On (Literally): When she’s exhausted from a mission, she lets herself rest with you. She’ll sit beside you and let her guard down, resting her head on your shoulder or letting you hold her hand. In these moments, she feels like a weight has been lifted, even if just for a little while. With you, she doesn’t have to be the strong, unbreakable hero.

Watching the Stars: Sometimes, you’ll find her gazing up at the sky, lost in thought. She invites you to join her, and you sit together in comfortable silence, watching the stars. It’s a simple act, but it means a lot. In these quiet moments, she’s reminded of the beauty in the world and why she keeps going.

Conflicted About Her Past: You can tell she struggles with guilt and regret over her past actions. Sometimes, it hits her hard, and she distances herself, afraid of letting her darkness touch you. But you’re patient, reminding her that everyone has shadows and that she deserves a second chance. Your reassurance is like an anchor, pulling her back when she feels lost.

Gentle Moments of Comfort: Lady Nagant isn’t great with words when it comes to comforting others, but she does her best. If she sees you upset, she’ll sit beside you, her hand finding yours, squeezing gently. She might not say much, but her presence is solid, grounding you in a way only she can.

Mutual Respect and Admiration: She admires your kindness, your patience, and your strength, even if she doesn’t say it outright. You can feel her respect in the way she listens to you, values your opinions, and remembers the little things you say. She’s always been a lone wolf, but with you, she realizes that trusting someone else can make her stronger, not weaker.

Hidden Playfulness: Despite her serious demeanor, she has a quiet playfulness that only comes out with you. Maybe she’ll tease you about your aim or poke fun at you during training. The playful glint in her eyes catches you off guard, but it’s a side of her you adore and encourage every chance you get.

An Anchor in the Chaos: She’s constantly on edge, always anticipating the next mission or the next threat. But with you, she finds a sense of peace she hasn’t known in years. When she’s with you, the world feels a little less dangerous, and she can let herself relax, even if only for a moment. You’re her safe place, the one constant in her otherwise chaotic life.

Fear of Losing You: She’d never admit it, but the thought of losing you terrifies her. She’s lost so much, and sometimes, she wonders if she’s even worthy of the happiness she finds with you. But whenever you reassure her, whether it’s with words, a gentle touch, or a lingering look, she finds herself clinging to hope a little more.

A Soft Goodbye: Every time she has to leave for a mission, there’s a quiet sadness in her eyes. She never says much, just a simple “Stay safe” or “I’ll be back soon,” but you both know the weight behind it. She doesn’t make promises she can’t keep, but there’s an unspoken vow between you—a promise to return, to find each other again, no matter what.

[mylesimeblr]

A little Aonung/Spider I've been working on... (not proofread)

Warning: T rated for this one but might go up to M or E rated when finished (I might add a first time moment at the end of this)

Aonung has had enough.

Can’t they mind their own business?

Yes, he knows Spider is different from him, in more than one way. But he has accepted it. So why do they have to make such a big fuss and be so weird about it?! Three talks! He’s already had to suffer three talks! With their worried expressions and not so subtly allusions he might hurt Spider with his size and his weight, as if he were some sort of horrible brute. It makes him sick, this image they have of him… of them and his love.

Yes, he’s aware making Spider his official mate will be… a conundrum. He’s not stupid. He’s seventeen. He passed his Rite. He’s an adult now. Spider has no Kuru to make the bond with him. He couldn’t even pass his own Rite, being unable to ride a Tsurak like a Na’vi. Jakesully said that Spider can be considered an adult in human standards but the tribe will never validate it - not really. And Spider is small. Child sized. He reaches Aonung at the waist and Aonung isn’t stupid. He noticed how incredibly much larger he is and what it means. Yes, he’s scared. But he knows that adorable tawtute is the one. Did he ever think his mate would be a tawtute? No! But that’s what happened. And now, he’s determined to take things as they are and not as he wishes they were.

He will make this work.

He knows he can, somehow.

That Avatar - Norm - was a great help. He owes him a lot. He’s the one who told him about human physiology and how Spider’s body works. It was probably the only interesting talk he’s had so far… So much better than all the fearful warnings he got from his father, Toruk Makto and even his mother. Neytiri was… her whole sort of weird. That woman is terrifying - poor Toruk Makto. But Norm was different. Norm was… trying. He was instructive. 

Aonung wants the evening to be perfect. 

He has spent hours preparing everything while Spider was held busy by his very supportive sister. When Lo’ak understands why Tsireya insisted they needed to weave twenty five new nets when most of the used nets seem to be perfectly fine, he might get angry. But that’s an ordeal for another day. Right now, his priority is to finish having things ready when Spider returns to his shack. He hopes the boy will not find him intruding or strange… He has no idea how to court a Sky Person. He knows Spider was born and raised among Na’vi but he still has his own things about him that Aonung can barely start to understand. 

It took Spider months to understand the young Na’vi was courting him at all. 

He accepted the gifts but with an expression that even Aonung translated as confused. It was only when Kiri told him that Spider had no idea Aonung was courting him at all that he decided to communicate with words and Aonung confessed that he was indeed interested in the tawtute. He thought it would finally settle everything down but then Spider rejected Aonung’s courtship and it hurt. Because Aonung wasn’t expecting to be rejected.

It could have ended right then and there but Aonung was not one to give up and he persisted. He liked this cute but fierce little tawtute and was determined to win him over. It took a moment but Spider eventually confessed his fears and Aonung did his best to reassure him. Yes, they were different species but he was sure they could make this work, somehow.

Then, his parents - and the Sullys - decided to step in and discourage him, arguing that he was going to hurt the little human with his large body and that this relationship had to stop before it even got started.

But Aonung doesn’t care. He knows he can make this work. He knows he can.

Which is why he finds himself currently preparing a pik’nik right in the middle of Spider’s shack, not really knowing if what he’s doing is the right thing at all.

The door of the shack suddenly depressurizes and the metal clicks.

A few seconds later, Spider’s voice rises into the windowless room.

“Hey Nung, Reya said you were looking for me… Why are you in the dark-”

He stops right at the threshold, his sentence finishing itself in the air. Aonung feels his heart beating in the back of his throat. His tail goes rigid behind him and his ears fall backwards. Spider is blinking at him with the most dumbfounded expression he has ever seen on his face, eyes wide, lips parted and Aonung does feel like a fool, his immense body knelt as it can in the middle of the room on a blanket that is already too small for him and that forces more than half of his body on the cold metal floor to leave enough space for the small human to fit. He tried to reproduce as best as he could the pictures Norm gave him but couldn’t find any candles like they had and he didn’t want to risk burning the whole place with a torch so he settled for bioluminescent plants that he put in jars instead. It doesn’t give that warm orange light, the plants basking the room in dim hues of pink and blue that reflect on the walls around them and the floor. He harvested Spider’s favorite human edible fruit and took some bread, vegetables and dippings that he arranged in bowls, as well as swamp nectar and prune juice.

For long seconds, Spider just stays there, watching the display in front of him, stunned and at a loss for words. It doesn’t help alleviate Aonung’s nervousness in the least.

“What… What is that?” Spider eventually asks.

Aonung’s ears flicker. Did he do something wrong? Did he miss something in his… reproduction of tawtute culture?

“It’s uhm… A… pik’nik,” he says, trying to pronounce the foreign word correctly.

Spider blinks, “Oh!”

“You know them, right?” Aonung presses, feeling more and more anxious that his idea completely missed the point.

“Only from Norm and Max’s stories. I never really… had one before…” His face takes on that adorable pink color Aonung loves so much, “But… why?” he asks and he sounds like he has no idea why Aonung went through all that trouble.

“For you,” Aonung explains.

“Me?” Spider repeats as if the concept of someone doing something like this for him is an impossibility.

“Yes, you. Please, come sit with me.”

Spider blinks and wobbles on his legs, joining Aonung on the blanket. He swallows. Aonung smiles. It’s one of the first times he can see Spider without his mask. What a beautiful sight. He takes a deep breath from his own mask. 

“Is that… swamp nectar?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you get it?”

Aonung smirks, “I’m the Olo’eyktan son. It comes with privileges!” he says, sounding shamelessly smug and proud of himself.

Spider chuckles and his face flushes again.

They begin to eat, talking about their day. Spider is always shy at first but when Aonung starts speaking with him, he suddenly opens up and can no longer be stopped, going on and on and on about the fish they saw and the nets they weaved and how Lo’ak kept growling the whole time. Aonung smiles and chuckles, watching him. There are so many colors on him when he speaks. It’s like the words are dancing on his skin, each one of them a different emotion that lights him up in so many different shades. His own human bioluminescence. It’s fascinating.

Spider suddenly realizes that Aonung is staring at him intensely. He stops talking and frowns, looking self-conscious again.

“What?” he asks, pouting a little.

Aonung smirks, “You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

Spider swallows, his Adam apple bobbing as he does. Aonung blinks at him. Slowly, he cups his face. His hand is so much bigger, it encircles his head completely. His heart starts beating faster. It’s the first time he can touch his beautiful face, the first time he finally has access to that masterpiece held behind a glass for so long. Gently, he swipes his thumb under Spider’s eye. The skin is so soft.

“Sevin,” he whispers.

Spider swallows again. His eyes are huge. His lips tremble. A breath passes through them, hitting Aonung’s hand with its warmth. He blinks at the tall Na’vi. Aonung bends down slowly toward him. Spider’s breath hitches through his nose and fills his lungs with too much air, making his throat tickle with the need to cough. 

Their lips touch for the very first time.

Aonung has already kissed his mask a few times already but nothing compares to this. Spider’s lips are warm and tiny against his. Aonung’s mouth takes almost all of Spider’s lower face and he adjusts his angle not to smother the human and free his nose, making Spider’s chuckle in the kiss. Yes, that size difference is really awkward. But Aounung wouldn’t change it for the rest of the world and laughs. Spider wraps his small arms around Aonung’s neck, his fingers digging into the thick curls. The Na’vi moans at the gentle contact. Slowly, he opens his mouth and pokes the tiny lips with the bit of his tongue, requesting entrance. Spider shakes against him but parts his lips nonetheless and Aonung touches the tip of a tiny tongue and it feels like a spark of electricity. His braid is heavy on his lap. From the corner of his eyes, he sees his Kuru open and the tendrils reach up, desperate to touch the tawtute. 

The kiss deepens. Spider’s hand cups Aonung’s face. Aonung strokes the soft skin of Spider’s cheek with the back of his fingers. The kiss is slow, careful. Aonung knows that he can’t push the fragile human and he doesn’t want to. This feels so nice, kissing him and touching him like this. Spider tastes like fruit and Swamp nectar. He’s delightful. 

They part. Spider gives him a shy smile and looks down. His lips are a bit swollen and pink. He looks adorable and so much more edible than any of the food on that blanket. Aonung keeps his hand on his face and kisses the tip of his nose gently, making Spider chuckle.

Their eyes meet.

They’re both breathing hard and deep.

Their bodies are hot, heart racing behind their rib cages.

Gently, Aonung lays a soft kiss on Spider’s cheek before diving into the warm crook of his neck. The human’s reaction is immediate. Goosebumps suddenly cover his skin and he moans loudly, tilting his head. Ok, so the neck is very sensitive for humans. Good to know! He gently sucks on the skin, mindful to keep his teeth away and not leave any mark. But that skin is so soft and tender.

“Nung!” Spider whines.

Aonung pulls away and returns to face him with a playful smirk.

“My cute little tawtute is sensitive!” he gently mocks.

Spider turns beet red again but looks down in haste.

“Spi?” Aonung asks, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he’s suddenly anxious - he did try to be as gentle as he could.

“What?! No! Of course not!”

Aonung relaxes at that.

“Then, what is it?”

He touches Spider’s cheek again, marveling at the softness of that skin he can never feel against his fingers. With his other hand, he takes his mask and breathes deeply in it, the intensity of the kiss having left him a little too dazed for his own good.

Spider shrugs, “Nothing… I just…” shyly, he looks up at the Na’vi, “I just like you, I guess…” he’s quick to look down again.

Aonung feels his heart miss a beat. Here, just the two of them in the confinement of this tawtute shack, in that strange colorful darkness, it feels so much more intimate than in the open of the sea. It fits them. It makes them belong.

“I like you too,” he says, “So much, Ma Spider.”

Spider nibbles his bottom lip, not looking at Aonung. He’s adorable. He smiles and bends down to kiss him again just as gently as the first time. He tastes fruit and swamp nectar again. His mouth is so warm and wet. He loves it. His fingers sink into Spider’s dreads, then on his shoulders, brushing against the blue painted patterns on his skin - he wonders if Spider will let him paint him. His hands find their way down Spider’s arms and onto his waist. The skin is so hard there. There are so many muscles. He’s really beautiful.

His ears fall backwards.

He can feel himself… react. But he won’t give his parents reason. He can control himself. He knows he can. Spider’s is more important than any heat. 

“Can I… see you?” he asks in a whisper.

Spider looks up in haste, “What?”

Aonung’s tail swipes nervously behind him, “Can I look at you… I really want to see you, Ma Spider.”

“I’m right here,” Spider babbles.

“Without your Tweng,” the Na’vi specifies with a smirk, “I want to touch you. All of you. If you allow me."

Spider’s eyes widen and he thinks he’s going to faint.

[harry-sussex]

This was, no joke, the best moment of my entire life. I have been waiting so long for this. I never thought it would happen.

I had originally planned to volunteer with the UK branch of my job today, but when I saw the announcement, I knew I had to do this instead. I decided to get dinner at the pub, Dog and Duck, last night to look inside and try it out - I got bangers and mash and some fish (sans chips) as an appetizer, and it was legitimately so good. I also tried the Timothy Taylor’s Landlord Beer – you can see William in the photos from today right behind the tap. My server’s name was Bernie, and you can see her in some photos with William and Kate today too – tiny woman, short gray hair cut into a bob.

I set earlier alarms this morning but due to the time difference / jet lag, I didn’t make it here until 10am. I popped into a Tesco Express on the way to grab some flowers at @avidroyalfan’s advice – yellow of course, the brightest bunch I could find.

I made it over to the area around the pub and there were barricades and policemen everywhere. There was also a black Range Rover parked at the far end of Frith Street – the street they mentioned in the press release yesterday. It thought it was mildly crowded when I got there, but it didn’t even begin to compare to the crowd that had gathered closer to their arrival.

I really had trouble picking where I was going to stand – I didn’t want to be behind anyone, I just wanted to be up against the barricade, but given that the crowd was so relatively sparse on Frith Street (as opposed to right across from the pub on Dean Street) when I got there, I wasn’t sure they were going to come my way. I was also praying that I’d be on Kate’s side of the road if they came by – you guys know I love William, but if I had a chance, this once in a lifetime chance, I needed Kate. I went with my gut, a little further down the road than where the crowd at the time had started to assemble, so I could be right against the barricades. From the moment I got to the barricade, I was literally shaking, and I am not exaggerating – you can see it in one of the videos.

I passed the time talking to some lovely people – some of whom planned to be there and some of whom happened to stroll by. I met a lovely woman, Cath, who took tons of photos without me even asking – she just saw how excited I was and took the photos to send to me. Another woman named Teri did the same – just out of the kindness of their own hearts. Those are most of the photos you guys are going to see – I took a bunch while Kate was walking around, but I didn’t want to put my own camera in her face if she was standing right in front of me.

I stood for more than four hours start to finish and I do not regret it in the slightest. I thought a lot about what I was going to say to her if I had the chance – I’ve thought about it so many times over the years, but what could I really say that would summarize more than 10 years of pure admiration and adoration in 30 seconds or less? What could I – an American in London all the way from New York – possibly say to the UK’s next queen to tell her how much she’s meant to me for all these years?

There was a policeman right in front of me – his name was Thompson – who was subtly dropping hints about what was going on. He couldn’t say much but he did hint at the time we could expect them to arrive – about 12:45pm. He ended up pretty close – he told me that he got randomly assigned to the event today and that he (and basically the entire police force) would also be at the coronation. He also confirmed that they would be walking down Frith Street, where I was, though he wouldn’t hint at which of them was going to be on my side of the street.

By the time they arrived, the crowd had literally quadrupled – maybe even more. People were on the rooftops and hanging out of windows. Very few of them had flowers. Businesses let people go on their steps to get a closer view. A helicopter was circling above for security. There were policemen and RPOs everywhere. I thought William and Kate were going to drive right up to the pub but instead they walked from the far end of the street – I suppose because they took the tube. Speaking of the tube, that’s the exact line I took this morning. That’s also where the (absolutely enormous) press pack was assembled.

I could tell when they arrived, even though I couldn’t see them right away, because the roar of the crowd and the sound of dozens of cameras clicking said everything I needed to know. As I was a bit further down the street, I didn’t get the greatest view, but it didn’t matter – you could see Kate from a mile away. That jacket was bright in and of itself but she literally glows. There’s just an inherent radiance about her that cannot be explained unless you see it in real life – she’s ethereal in photos, but they don’t even begin to do her justice. She’s radiant. Also, you can see that her hair is perfect no matter how far away you are. As they turned the corner to get to the pub, I was able to crane my neck a little bit to see them get closer to the door, and I saw The Hand with my own two eyes. William placed his hand on Kate’s lower back to guide her inside – we’ve seen photos millions of times, but seeing it with my own two eyes was unreal. Completely surreal.

They spent far less time inside the pub than I would’ve thought (unless time was flying because I knew they were coming), but again, you could hear them come out the door just by virtue of the roar of the crowd. Thompson the policeman then told me that Kate was coming to my side of the street. I thought I was shaking before – nope, not even remotely compared to how I was when I heard that she was coming my way. I saw William first across the street – he went through relatively quickly but I could somewhat hear him saying “nice to meet you” over and over, shaking hands, laughing, the usual. He’s huge – I always knew he was tall but he’s massive, tall and broad. You could tell from twenty feet away - he’s huge. At one point, I literally blurted out “he’s not wearing blue!” once I saw the brown coat. He was on the side of the road that had more people, and he moved along at a solid pace - it’s definitely true that Kate is a chatter, no wonder they gave her the side of the street with fewer people. She would’ve been outside for 3 hours if she was greeting the amount of people on William’s side. He’s honestly such a good sport – he was shaking hands, standing on his tip toes and craning over the barricades to greet as many people as possible. I could very clearly see the faces of the people looking directly at him – you can tell they absolutely love him. Such genuine smiles. The pure adoration and happiness in their eyes said everything one needs to know – those people absolutely love him like their own.

When Kate turned the corner from the pub towards where I was standing, I swear to god my heart jumped right into my throat and my stomach dropped. God, she’s beautiful. Like I knew this, it isn’t news, the entire world is perfectly aware that she’s one of the most beautiful women on the face of the earth…. but she still managed to stun me anyway. She’s radiant. Absolutely gorgeous.

Somewhere along the way, as she moved down the line of people in my direction, it occurred to me that I was legitimately going to meet, or at the very least greet, Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, after all this time, after so many years… I am not exaggerating when I say I was physically shaking. You can see it on my face in the photos even as she approached, before she came near me – I wasn’t panicking, I was just in awe. I’ve always known she was real of course, but she’s… actually real? Do you know what I mean?

She was moving so slowly compared to William – I swear he was already 75% of the way through his side of the crowd by the time Kate got to me. That’s when I really noticed that she is just so chatty – I didn’t notice her just greeting someone and then moving on quickly. She was so engaged. Every single person I could see was like entranced by her very presence - she’s literally such a vision. It’s not just me, it’s not just us – people are completely fascinated by her.

And then.

She came closer and closer – as I was on her left, I could see the ring. It’s huge – like, it’s big on camera, but the thing is enormous. I could not believe for the life of me that she was right there. I made sure to stick the flowers out enough and stand up straight and believe me when I say I didn’t have to remind myself to smile or make eye contact – I could literally feel myself beaming (right before she got to me):

When she came over, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Before I knew it, Kate was reaching to shake my hand and saying “nice to meet you” and I literally still cannot believe it. I handed over the flowers and I said to her:

“It’s nice to meet you, I just wanted to tell you that I have admired you for so long and that I also studied Italian Renaissance art history just like you did.”

When I said that I admired her, she said “oh, thank you!” as I continued to ramble about the art. She was still holding the flowers. I cannot believe that there are so many pictures of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales holding bright yellow flowers that I got for her while smiling ear to ear – she handed them off before she moved onto the next person, so she is definitely smiling at me in those photos.

She then asked me if I liked studying art, and I said of course – she responded “me too!” After that, she asked me if I used it in my career, and I said no (which I don’t) but my master’s was a passion project. She then asked where I flew from (the accent, I guess) and I told her that I came from New York. She said that it was such a long way to come and that she was surprised at how many people have traveled so far for the big weekend. She touched my arm so sweetly for like the quickest second; she then said that it was going to be such a big event and that she was looking forward to joining the celebrations and that it was going to be good for everyone.

The last thing I said to her was “also, I ate in the pub last night because I heard you were coming!” and she responded with “oh that’s great, how was the food?” It was legitimately fantastic – I told her so – and she said that they would have to come back and try it when there were fewer people around.

It was then time for her to get moving so I just said “it was so nice to meet you” again and she said “nice to meet you, have a nice day!” Right before she moved on and as she was saying goodbye, she handed off the flowers and went on her way.

The whole thing lasted maybe two minutes, but I will remember it for the rest of my life. Her eyes are so green and she’s just so stunning up close and I just cannot believe she was that close to me and that we were able to talk and she is everything I have ever dreamed she would be and more. Just so sweet and gorgeous and engaged in what we were talking about – she didn’t just say “hi” and “bye,” you know? She listened to what I said and responded back without generalities… everything I ever dreamed of and more. I thought I couldn’t love her more – I do now. She has made my entire day and my entire life and I will literally never forget the vision of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, Catherine Elizabeth, someone I have adored for more than a decade, standing in front of me.

I am so happy I could cry. I was stunned after - literally could not believe what just happened to me. Take a look at the video below - you can see part of our conversation and then just the pure shock at the end. My hands were literally shaking.

Once the shock wore off, I did in fact cry. They say never to meet your heroes – why not? How could you go wrong meeting someone you have idolized when that someone is Kate?

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Gather around everyone, here’s some soft!Gaz headcanons. Idk if it's a blorbo or me ranting and fangirling but i need to share the brain rot. another post today cause fuck it, i’ve been thinking about it for a while. also this was like a constant stream of thought and not proof read.

I truly don’t understand why this man gets ignored so much and I never will. He literally has everything you could ever want, saying he’s a ten doesn’t cut it. And yet I barely see people talking about him. (Except the gaz nation pookies, I see you).

This man absolutely bags the hottest significant other, doesn’t even know how. Don’t get me wrong, he 100% has rizz but he’s also just naturally attractive and inviting so i feel like by the time he starts to flirt on purpose it’s been two hours of pure smoothness. He’s also absolutely whipped but plays it off really smoothly.

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Not only does he bag the hottest and meanest pookie aka you, but he also absolutely knows he did. And he’ll let right about everyone else know. I do think he’s more private about his life than say Soap, so it’s not like he’ll stop a random recruit and tell him about you (which i truly believe Johnny would do). But he has absolutely followed Price around base while he tells him about the two weeks leave he took to be with you.

Poor Price on his desk, dealing with the paperwork that comes as a necessity after Ghost and Soap blew something up during a drill that didn’t involve explosives at all. Not only is he having to fill out like fifteen different forms and reports, but he has Gaz sitting across from him, scrolling through his gallery and showing pictures of the place he took you out to on your Friday dinner date. Not only that but if Price just pretends to look but doesn’t actually pay attention Kyle will know and insist until the captain actually looks at the slideshow.

He doesn’t hammer your dates' knowledge onto Soap and Ghost as much, but he’ll definitely do subtle flexes. He chest the time on his phone instead of his watch so they’ll see the picture of you he has as a background. If someone brings up a weekend plan he’ll say how he can’t because he’s already going out with his darling. Subtly will tell anyone that will listen how you got him his new shirt, pants, cap, whatever it is tbh.

He also knows every single product that you prefer, doesn’t matter what kind it is. Makeup, skincare, cologne, fabric softener, snacks, beverages, food places, clothing brands. He doesn’t care, he knows all of them by heart. It’s like he has a six sense too, every time you’re close to running out of them he’ll randomly stop in the store on his way back to you from base and get them.

While i headcanon that Johnny gets into skin care after his darling introduces him to it (which you can read here, if you want). I believe Kyle absolutely has his own routine and that he is the one who first brings up the idea of having a spa night once a week. He’s the one to get the products, he even goes all out and does them themed, like by scent or colour or something.

Has a bunch of hoodies in rotation (or any other clothing piece you might steal from him) always making sure to wear at least one of them for a few days before “forgetting” it at yours or “forgetting” to take it to base once you’ve moved in together. He knows how much you love wearing them and how important it is that it smells like him. So he dutifully makes sure you always have a fresh Kyle™ piece of clothing available. Also it absolutely works for him too because he takes back the one you’ve had with you meanwhile. The mix of your cologne, body wash and fabric softener his favourite scent for sure.

And last but not least of my Gaz is the perfect boyfriend agenda (for today) is the fact that i know he just gives the best back massages. You don’t even have to ask for it, he’ll just come to the living room, lightly pat your shoulder so you move forward. He fits himself between the couch and your back and just gives you the massage of your life. He just laughs it off when you tell him he could be a masseuse if he ever retires from the military.

It takes less than 5 minutes to have you absolutely melting, and when he’s pleased with how comfortable and relaxed you look he just pulls you back against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder as you sit between his legs, the both of you watching a random show he saw good ratings of.