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#cool art students from germany that only really liked george and john and found paul kinda annoying or smth#astrid + klaus ilyyy <33 (unfortunately dont know much about jurgen yet) (via @jarsfullofstars)
ok but the one who liked paul is of course Hans-Walter Braun aka icke who recorded the hamburg tape where macca IS ON RECORD DEDICATING the till there was you performance TO HIM
#also the eccentric younger brother who was whisked away to Paris by the young Guiness heir#the same who would give Paul his first trip and a motorbike ride in the moonlight and his alluring facial scarring#mike mccartney#tara browne#the beatles side characters pt ♾️ (via @crepesuzette2023)
#and Thee Side Character of all time - the mother of the drummer-who-was-sacked-to-make-room-for-Ringo who had a child by Neil Aspinall#mona best#the beatles#also the poet who made the beatles doubt their heterosexuality#also Bob Fraser. nough said lmao (via @me-fish)
#MLH dating gloria vanderbilt and mary tyler moore also makes me crazy#what a life….he queened out (via @planetaire)
#i didn't know michael lindsay-hogg was the illegitimate son of orson welles but deep down i feel like i always knew#they have the same energy (via @harmonicabisexuals)
#i read that one of linda's journalist ex friends who spread slut shaming rumours about her when she married paul was germaine greer?#i cannot for the life of me remember where i read it so i can't provide a source (via @spinnach)
#those were the days lol#neil aspinall/mona best and john riley the dentist i still can't believe that happened#also riley's wife or girlfriend worked for or had some connection with playboy#she worked for the playboy club i think (via @nikidontsurf)
#ofc hes the illegitimate son of orson welles.that makes sense for him. (via @hathahill)
#also the fact that like ????????? the Manson murders were using their music to justify their race war ideology and murder cult like ???????? (via @bugsssssssssssss)
#lmaooo i forgot about how mlh is 100% orson welles son (via @asurrogateblog)
#the evil manager who ended up being one of the big causes the band broke up#the club owner mother of their original drummer who had a child with one of their friends#the strict but well meaning aunt who always did her best to look out for john even though their personalities clashed#and also charles manson is there indirectly (via @the-electric-monk)
#it's so good#the beatles (via @thedoubteriswise)
#the beatles#side characters better than mains#but i dont support women calling men 'pussy'#mine has endured a lot - she is very brave#probably tmi (via @meledol84)
#mona best having a kid with her sons best friend and then her son being kicked out of the band (via @spiritinflight)
she deserved so much more she provided them their VENUE
#wheres bailey's post about magic alex. it's so good (via @tweeterwilbury)
#the beatles cinematic universe is wild (via @cherubina)
#when the side characters are more interesting than the actual characters (via @bbbrianjones)
not hard! when the sides deserve to be the mains
#everyone in the tags finding out abt the orson welles thing lolol (vi @elena-ferrante)
#they literally lived in a monty python sketch (via @wronglennon)
#evil LSD dentist caused the 2nd worse song on Revolver but it’s still great (via @sivavakkiyar)
#maybe it’s just my fault/being too online but sometimes certain things like this will just feel like common knowledge#but you absolutely cannot mention it to the average person™️ or you sound crazy#I’m thinking specifically of the time I explained the meatles to my friends and they were horrified#^^even that I think was maybe more well known bc of the press since it’s a wild thing to admit in an interview#but there’s obviously people who don’t give a shit about the band so ofc they wouldn’t know (via @philharmonica)
#dont forget joe orton#bludgeoned to death the morning he was suppose to meet richard lester for the third beatles film#what would i not give to have seen ortonesque beatles#rip (via @beatlestshirt)
!!!! oh a side who deserved to be a main for sure shit's crazy bro
#Tara Brown#The Guinness heir himself who died tragically young and inspired what is considered to be the Lennon/Mccartney masterpiece#Also got Paul to try lsd when even his mates couldn't (via @camibispace)
#y’all we can’t leave out jimmy and jemima#also#tru prev#it’s kinda funny watching the fascination and/or horror dawn on someone’s face when i tell them deep beatles lore#everyone take a peak at the tags and notes for this post#beatles lore is insane fr#beatles “common knowledge” (via @lilywolfgray)
#can't forget their hot bassist who was so bad at doing stuff besides being hot they made him face the wall (via @sockpuppetdynasty)
crying what why isn't this in any of the photos
#why was john so easy to manipulate he attracted the oddest people around (via @belatedbeatlemaniabesetee)
#Neil Aspinall Mona Best affair knocked me over. and then basically picking the Beatles over Pete? Boy.. (via @harddaysnite)
here's Stu Sutcliffe blair witching it
I think Paul tells the story in Anthology that they were having promotional photos taken but he and John were so paranoid that a music professional would notice Stu's bass was tuned incorrectly/his hands were badly positioned for the key he was tuned in that they had him hide it#i don't know enough about how guitars work to explain or better remember what Paul said lol#it was cool though john and paul were very dedicated to their craft#stu. wasn't. and they kind edged him out (via @thisbird)
seen plenty of stuart photos but not this one yet thank you
Beatles lore has the best side characters. There's the snobby 28-year-old film director (illegitimate son of Orson Welles no less) who's WAY too interested in mclennon and desperately wants to put all the Beatles in a desert. There's the aspiring author who hated Paul sooooooo bad but still dated him so she could write a book where he cries a bunch and she calls him a pussy. There's an evil LSD dentist. There's Magic Alex. I could go on.
#michael lindsay-hogg#francie schwartz#magic alex#doctor robert#stuart sutcliffe photo#this is how i find out the orson welles connection#explains a lot about his whereabouts and what he ended up doing#love the misspelt spector bc it makes him sound like their haunting ghost
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I am so so so so sorry if this is too close to nsfw (in my head it's very fluff/comfort but I apologise if it makes you uncomfortable bc I'm not sure), but thinking about Sevika w/ a partner who's been pressured by their ex's into doing things like sexually and her just reassuring them that like no baby I wanna hold you what r you talking ab I've been here all of 15 seconds I'm not tryna fuck calm down
And her partner who is so so surprised wdym ??? You just wanna spoon me isn't this the part where you grope my chest and Sevika is like BABY NO
I don't know I'm using her to cope this is so self indulgent I just wanna hear your thoughts on it
i love this idea, thank you for the request anon...and shitt this one was so personally relatable to me 😔
things i wanna say to you
content warning(s): mentions of trauma from past relationships, angst, hurt/comfort
"there's things i wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live like if you hold me without hurting me you'll be the first who ever did."
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“Your beauty…it’s a blessing.”
It’s a sentence that returns and returns to you. It’s a truth you hold in your hands, or wear on your shoulders like a mantle you can’t take off. You have heard it, in one form or another, from the lips of lover to lover. They whispered it to you in the heat of sex, like a special confession only for you, and then vanished like a vapor.
Your body is like a hotel, you think—a pretty room that people pass through and love only in the moment. When was the last time you were held without the other person’s hands hungrily seeking your breasts? When was the last time you were kissed without their hands roaming your body like an impatient, starved animal?
Once, you had worked up the courage to confront them. You told them, “hands off.” You don’t exactly remember how the conversation went. But you know that it ended in them laughing in your face, suggesting you work at Babette’s if you wanted compensation for your body.
When they were gone, you stood in the silent room and wondered if they were right. You wondered if it was your fault. If your body was the only good thing, the only worthy thing about you. If you were nothing more than a pretty face and a blank canvas waiting to be ruined. If you were asking too much when you asked for even just a shadow of respect.
You stopped speaking after that.
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Shortly after you began to work for Silco as his record scribe, you met his henchwoman, Sevika. Immediately you knew she was different. She didn’t look at you the way others did—in fact, she barely looked at you at all. When she spoke to you she looked down at you over her hooked nose, her handsome, perfect nose, in a way that made you feel both insignificant and the only woman in the entire world. She didn’t give you flattery about your appearance, spoke bluntly when you made mistakes.
Still you caught her staring at you from time to time when she thought you were too immersed in work to notice. But her face betrayed nothing. Her brows were always drawn together as if everything in the world annoyed her. You assumed she was only scrutinizing the way you worked. You wondered if Silco had ordered her to monitor you, assess your performance. You worked harder as a result, feeling oddly gratified to be watched for a reason other than your appearance.
So one could imagine your shock when Sevika strode up to your desk one morning and said, “get your coat. Walk with me.”
From that day on, you were hers.
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The first night you moved into her apartment had been a hard day at work. You had been at the desk all day without a single break, trying frantically to keep up with the endless flow of Shimmer shipment records and orders. Sevika had been on her feet from dawn to dusk—you hadn’t seen her for two consecutive minutes even though you worked in the same building.
The night had deepened, the sky outside dusted with faint stars. You were undressing for bed. If you were tired, how exhausted must Sevika be? You paused in front of the mirror before you slipped the nightshirt over your body. Maybe she would want to let off some steam. Maybe she expected it from you. Hesitantly, you put the nightshirt on. You didn’t want to, but you felt like you owed it to her. Like she deserved it.
Sevika came in, her mechanical arm detached and water glistening on her face from a quick wash. She smiled slightly when she saw you waiting on the bed. “There’s my girl. C’mere.”
She sank into the bed you now shared with her, and obediently you crawled over and folded yourself into her embrace. Her right arm curled around you protectively. Her warmth, her strength, the tautness of her muscles against your skin. It was heavenly.
She sighed into your neck, and it made you shiver slightly. The question tiptoed to the end of your tongue: can we…can we maybe just stay like this?
But you feared she would say no. You feared she would be mad. And leave you.
You waited for her to make the next move, to start pulling the shirt over your head, or turn you around so she could grope between your legs. When several seconds passed and she did nothing, you realized that maybe she was waiting for you.
Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away and began to take off your shirt.
Sevika sat up, confused. “What are you doing?”
You freeze in your movements. Your shirt falls back down over your chest. “I—you don’t want to…?”
She shook her head, lips curling in a bemused smile. “Baby, relax. I’ve been here fifteen seconds.”
Slowly, you returned to her, and she pulled you close once more. Sevika felt the shudder of relief that went through your body. Though you didn’t see it, her face creased with concern. She had noticed the apprehension in your eyes, nearly bordering on fear. And she made a mental note to herself to find whatever fucker had hurt you and made you so scared.
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#song: cinnamon girl by lana del rey#sevika#sevika arcane#sevika x reader#sevika x you#sevika headcanon#sevika imagine#soft sevika#fluff#hurt/comfort
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[teaser] python | csc
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x GN!Reader
Synopsis: When you broke up with your boyfriend to work in a different country, you didn't expect to see him ever again. But when you transfer to your company's Seoul branch four years later, the department head is your ex, and he’s made it his objective to make your life a living hell for leaving him all those years ago.
Content: Angst, Fluff, Comfort | Exes to Lovers | Office AU
Tags: emotions, miscommunication, heartache, workaholic!seungcheol, insecure reader, drinking, a lot of crying, begging, konglish w/ translations, no "y/n," this is for everyone who voted for cheol in the poll, loosely connected to too nice (joshua)
Word Count: 8K (est. full)
Release Date: February 14
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“I hate him,” you seethe, your fists balled up, crumpling your rejected proposal. “God, I hate him.”
Your coworker, Joshua Hong, looks up from his cubicle with raised eyebrows. “Who?”
You breathe in deeply, willing your rage to dissipate at the sight of his confusion. Poor Joshua doesn’t deserve your anger. “No one,” you say, clenching your jaw.
Open-mouthed, Joshua blinks rapidly, eyes flitting over to glance at the office you had just walked out of. The door to the room is marked with a name plate that has 최승철 [Choi Seungcheol] in bold, gold letters.
“I’m fine,” you insist, hands uncrumpling the document you had just attacked.
“Uh, okay?” he says with a healthy dose of doubt, elongating the “o” in “okay.”
“I just—” you begin, then immediately shut your mouth. “Ugh, forget it.”
It’s one thing to crumple a proposal up, and another thing to start bad-mouthing your boss out in the open. You throw the tattered outline onto your desk, then plop yourself into your chair. You rub your temples, and then mutter under your breath, “How did I get here?”
“Good question,” Joshua laughs. “Company synergy?”
You groan, “Don’t ever say that word again in my presence.”
“Mmh,” he says, walking over to your cubicle. “You won’t have to worry about my presence in a few months.”
“Don’t remind me,” you sigh, dropping your head in your hands.
Joshua would be leaving the Seoul branch and transferring to the New York branch in a few weeks.
Curse your company for its commitment to “workplace synergy,” swapping out a handful of employees across all departments in its international branches every few years. If it hadn’t been for this horrible program, you wouldn’t be here right now.
You want to rip out your own hair, at this point.
How did it even get to this? You shut your eyes, thinking back to simpler times.
When you first got a job offer at the New York branch of your dream company, your initial reaction was elation. Your second? Doubt. Leaving Seoul was almost unthinkable, not to mention the fact that you’d be leaving your boyfriend behind, too.
For the first few days after hearing back from the recruiter, you knew you’d accept, but kept the news to yourself. You’d heard of so many horror stories about long-distance dating, and after a long period of consideration, you wondered what the point was.
You knew your boyfriend—really knew him. You knew he’d make sacrifices for you at the expense of himself, and it was impossible for you to accept bogging him down with a 14 hour time difference. He’d stay up waiting for your calls, instead of getting much needed rest. He’d worry about you all the time, checking the weather in Manhattan instead of Seoul and calling you constantly instead of his family and friends. He’d wait on you for as long as you needed, in an almost obsessive way, thinking it could make up the difference in distance. But he deserved someone who could love him in person, all of the time.
It’d be better for Seungcheol if you just let him go, freeing him to focus on what mattered more to him. Like work.
He loved you too much to break things off with you himself, so it was better that you did it. For his own good.
That’s what you told him, at least.
────୨ৎ──── Four Years Ago
“Cheol,” you said, teary-eyed. “Cheol, look at me.”
Seungcheol stared blankly at the ground, face frozen.
“Please?” your voice cracked.
“Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t handle?” he suddenly choked out, eyes flashing with hurt. His hands clenched, like he was holding himself back from saying more.
You swallowed thickly, reaching for his arm. “Cheol, I—”
“Don’t call me that,” he said, snatching his hand away from you.
────୨ৎ──── Present
But you had swallowed the real reasons for the breakup.
Because, deep down, you had always suspected otherwise. Somehow, everything had just become so complicated. Loving Seungcheol—which had once been something as easy as breathing—had become a dull pain in your chest, clouding your every thought with insecurities.
Even from the start of the relationship, you’d loved him more, anyway. Back then, you didn’t mind it because you loved him so much, and he was always so, so sweet to you. But around the time of the job offer, paranoia had reared its ugly head, kicking your uncertain thoughts into overdrive.
It was obvious that he didn’t really love you anymore. While you were job seeking, he was distracted. Always checking his phone, not really listening to what you had to say. He made time for you, but he didn’t necessarily make you feel like he loved you as deeply as you did him—it didn’t feel like he was the same guy that you started dating.
Something about his actions just felt like he did them to claim that he loved you, rather than because he actually loved you. His actions were laced with a kind of surface level, superficial quality.
He’d take you out to a fancy dinner, open the door for you, pay for the meal, drive you home—all the gentlemanly things he did when you started dating, too. But on the car ride there and back, and while sitting down eating together, he wouldn’t remember the things you had said about the little things happening in your life—a major change, when compared to the start of your relationship.
And sure, he didn’t have an obligation to remember your next door neighbor's name. But shouldn’t he remember your favorite kind of pie, or your closest cousin’s name? Shouldn’t he just know not to check his phone every time it pings with a new email, or leave you to eat your stupid expensive pasta alone as he takes a call outside?
It was almost like Seungcheol had fallen out of love with you, but was staying with you out of some kind of obligation to continue what he had started? That was your only explanation for why he’d spend time with you, but wouldn’t pay close attention to the things you said. Every Thursday was movie night, and in hopes of trying to keep him away from work, you let him choose the movie every time. But what use was that, when he spent more time looking at his phone than the TV—and more importantly, you, for that matter?
You’d been dating a ghost of a man. While you loved him, he tolerated you.
If the two of you stayed together when you went abroad, he’d probably double down on texts, but he wouldn’t really remember anything you’d said if you mentioned details about them in calls.
You didn’t bring any of these fears up to him, because you knew that he would continue to deny it. In fact, you’d imagined it in your head so much that you could see it when closing your eyes to sleep. If you confronted him, he’d deny that he didn’t love you anymore. But he’d be staring at the ground instead of looking at you. He wouldn’t admit that he was only with you because he enjoyed the consistency of your affection, and because he somewhat pitied you—and most importantly to him, because he wanted to prove to himself that he chose correctly when he started dating you.
The pain of watching the love of your life push down his repulsion just to be with you was decidedly more horrifying than the pain of breaking up with him altogether.
Right before breaking up with him, it had occurred to you that Seungcheol might not have ever loved you in the first place, and that just hammered in the idea that you were making the right decision. He’d get over the breakup fast. He’d probably be thankful for it in a few years, even. If you saw him again, you’d both probably laugh, and in his head, he’d realize that he was grateful that you ended things so that he could focus on his real love, his career.
If you were honest with yourself, you would admit that there was a bit of selfishness driving the breakup, as well. There was no way you could handle Seungcheol sacrificing things for you—if he lost sleep over you, if he worried about you, if he was distracted by you—because you knew he wouldn’t be doing it for love.
Because he only ever cared out of a superficial need to prove to himself that he made the right decision in asking you out all those years ago. Not because he really loved you.
Yes, he probably never loved you, and he would never know the real reason why you ended things.
────୨ৎ──── Four Years Ago
“You give up so easily,” he spat out. “Was I nothing to you?”
Tears were running down your face. “Don’t. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
Seungcheol laughed, then buried his head in his hands. “God, to think I almost—”
He stopped, jaw tightening, then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it.
────୨ৎ──── Present
A hand comes down sharply on your desk, jolting you awake.
“Sleeping while on duty?”
Wide-eyed, with tear-stained cheeks, you look up to face your ex-boyfriend. “부장님! [Department Head!]”
Upon seeing your red-rimmed eyes, Seungcheol falters.
Swiping at your under eyes quickly, you bow your head to him slightly. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
He swallows roughly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He opens his mouth, like he’s about to ask you why you were crying, and your heart drops.
You will crumble if you hear the tone of voice he had used when you broke up with him.
“Excuse me,” you blurt with choked words.
You don’t dare to look at his eyes. Instead, you get up from your seat, then immediately flee to the bathroom.
────୨ৎ──── Four Years Ago
“You can focus on work, now,” you squeaked out.
Seungcheol scoffed again, a cruel sound of disbelief. “What makes you think I give a damn about work right now?”
“Don’t you? Always?” you sniffled.
His eyes flashed with something you couldn’t quite describe. He seemed angry, but not just at you. At himself, too—his hands were balled into fists at his sides, fingernails digging sharply into his palms. His throat bobbed, and you could see the intense restraint he was forcing on himself. He opened his mouth with a sharp breath, then closed it again, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
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Author’s Note: get ready for a rollercoaster
Disclaimer: nothing i write is representative of how svt acts off camera, take their names as stand-ins for oc’s!!
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Hiii, saw you wanted some requests for Sevika and I've had this idea bubbling up for a while. Imagine Vika with a reader that's normally experienced, yk has fucked one or two people before and it's not a sex god, and they're growing insecure about sevika never starting intimacy even after months of dating, so they think it's because they're not as good as the girl's she's been with before. Idk just thought that'd be good
I'm kind of obsessed with this, ngl. This isn't the first smut that I've written but it is the first smut that I've posted on here so feedback is always appreciated. Y'all will never guess... it's not proofread. Again. Enjoy my lovelies! X
Warnings: Smut (obviously), mild angst but nothing too horrible, mentions of body image issues but readers body type isn't specified or described.
Fem reader, of course, with female genitalia.
At first, you didn't think anything of it. She probably just wanted to take things slow with you. You weren't as experienced as her so she probably wanted to take her time.
That made sense for a while.
But now, after eight months together, you haven't had sex once. More importantly, she hasn't initiated it.
Realistically, you know that it's fine. There's plenty of reasons as to why nothing has happened so far. But that voice in the back of your head is doing a fantastic job of convincing you otherwise.
Sevika was kind of a sex symbol before you two got together.
She'd been with countless women, she was a regular at Babbettes. Her name was uttered on the streets like a sacred prayer.
You, on the other hand, have only been with two people: your ex, and a drunken one night stand that was less than satisfactory. So you did have sexual experience, but not nearly as much as her.
Honestly, it's starting to worry you.
Did she not like you? Was she not physically attracted to you? Was there something wrong with your body? Were you not showing enough skin?
Thoughts plagued your mind night and day. You were stuck in constant turmoil. It was impossible to stop your own brain once it got going.
It was taking everything in you to focus on the stove and not burn dinner.
You flinch at the sound of the door closing. Heavy footsteps sound through the house, approaching the kitchen.
Sevikas thick arms wrap around your midsection, her face making home in the side of your neck. For a long time, she doesn't say anything. The only sounds come from the meat sizzling in your pan. Moments like this make it easier to not think about the painful lack of aw sex life between you two.
Her lips purse, pressing small kisses against your skin. She hums against your neck.
"What are you cooking doll?" Her voice is muffled against your flesh but you understand her all the same.
"Spaghetti." You feel her smile.
"My favorite.." She mumbles. You hum a small "Mhm" before focusing back on the seasoned beef and water you're waiting for to boil. Her arms tighten ever so slightly, one hand slipping under your shirt. Her thumb caresses your bare skin.
It should be sweet but it really just drives the nail into the coffin for you.
Your voice comes out before you can stop it.
"Why won't you have sex with me?" You regret it the moment it leaves your mouth.
"I- woah, what? Doll what do you mean?" She honestly sounds baffled.
"Forget I said anything, please. It doesn't matter."
Her hands gently grab your shoulders, turning you around.
"No way. What are you talking about?"
You shake your head. "It's stupid.."
"It's not stupid if it's bothering you." She reassures you.
"It's just, we've been together for eight months, and we practically live together. But we haven't done anything. I know you don't have an issue having sex because half the undercity talks about how good you are and I just don't understand. Is there something wrong with me? Am I not appealing to yo-" Your rant is cut off by her lips. Her hands are holding you like glass, one on your cheek, one curled around your hip.
"There is nothing wrong with you." Her voice comes out as a soft whisper. "I'm sorry I made you feel like there was. I just knew that you don't have as much experience as I do. I didn't want you to feel rushed, or forced."
"Rushed? No, you could never.. I thought you just didn't want me that way." She immediately shakes her head. She kisses you again, more urgently this time.
Her hands grab anywhere they can, pulling you in. They're on your hips, waist, groping your ass.
"I do want you." Then they're picking you up and lifting you on the counter. "Let me show you how much I want you?" All you can do is nod as her lips trail down your neck. Her touch dances over your body, removing your top.
Her mouth follows soon after, sucking dark bruises into the skin on your neck and chest. She takes a nipple in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. A low whimper leaves your mouth at the new, but not unpleasant, sensation.
Her right hand copies her tongue's motions on the other, pinching and pulling. Your body trembles against the counter with need.
She moves away from your breasts, kissing and licking down your stomach to your navel. Her hands unbutton your pants. She looks up at you as she lowers herself to her knees, silently asking for permission. You nod your head. You don't trust your voice. Your pants are off in seconds and thrown somewhere in the kitchen that you'll worry about later.
Her hand splays across your stomach and gently pushes you to lay against the tile. It's cold against your bare and burning skin, your back arching off of it but she keeps your hips pinned down.
You gasp as her teeth nip at the skin of your thigh. A breathy laugh leaves her.
"Shut up.." You mutter.
"Didn't say anything."
Your eyes roll in fake annoyance but you don't get the chance to reply as the cold air hits your bare cunt. Her thumbs pull your lips apart, admiring the sight before her.
"Fuck doll, you're so wet. All of this for me?" Her voice is husky between your legs and it stirs something delicious in your belly.
"Yes, all for you Sev.." She chuckles. Her teeth take the hem of your panties and drag them down your legs. She kisses your hips and navel, sucking hickies and marking you as hers.
"Please, Vika. Need you.." You whine. You can't bring yourself to care about how desperate you sound. You're sure that you look even more so from her position.
It seems, though, that your prayers have been answered because as soon as the words leave your mouth hers is back on you. This time it's between your legs.
She licks a long stripe up your pussy before stopping to suck your clit into her mouth. A loud moan reverberates from your chest as you lean your head back into the counter. Her tongue kitten licks at the bud before suckling on it like shes trying to nurse herself.
You've had people eat you out before but never this well. You don't think it could get better than this.
She moves down, opting to fuck you with her tongue instead. You definitely understand the appeal now. You've given yourself plenty of orgasms but this is the fastest one has risen before.
She feels it in the way you clench around her tongue and moves back to your clit. Her fingers fill up the now empty space, fucking into you in a gently but rough way only she could manage.
She's eating you like a woman starved and with the lack of sex the two of you have had she may as well be. If you didn't know better you might think this is her last meal.
Gasps and whimpers leave your mouth in a desperate way you can't stop.
"Fuck Sev.. ngh~ m'gonna cum, please.."
She smirks against you once more, speeding up her ministrations.
"Come on my tongue baby, make a mess on me." Her voice is muffled against you cunt, vibrations travel through your clit with her words.
You last maybe thirty seconds longer, hand tangled in her hair, before releasing over her tongue.
She laps you up, milking you for all that you're worth. She's never tasted anything more delicious. Her mouth doesn't let up until your whimpering from the overstimulation and pushing her head away.
She looks you in the eye as she sucks her fingers clean before kissing back up your body. Her lips lock onto yours and you can still taste yourself on her tongue. It makes your head spin in a way you've never felt before.
When you come back to earth, her hand is running through your hair.
"I'm sorry I made you believe that I didn't want to do that." She mumbles. "But now I may need it to be a daily thing." You giggle at her words.
"It's okay. I wouldn't mind honestly." She helps you sit up, a large hand cupping your cheek. "You didn't get to cum.." You whisper as you lean in closer.
"Don't worry about me, I'll get my fill later." The look on her face tells you that this isn't over. "I'm going to change out of these clothes. You just worry about dinner okay?" She slips your panties back on along with your shirt.
You nod, sliding off the counter. You wince at the mess you made but she's already wiping it up. Her lips meet your temple as she mutters a low, "I love you."
"I love you more." She shakes her head, chuckling before walking back to her room. You feel much better now, and you really can't wait for what she meant by "later".
#sevika x reader#sevika#arcane league of legends#arcane#sevika smut#fluff#hurt/comfort#smut#lesbian#wlw#wlw ns/fw#sevika x reader smut#sevika arcane#sevika my love#x reader#x reader smut
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The Price is Right
inspired by @theweewooshow 's post about a kissing booth :) Happy Valentines Day everyone!
bucktommy | 1.4k | G | ao3
This is ridiculous. He’s officially lost his marbles.
Tommy’s been in this line for at least fifteen minutes, and every third minute of that has been spent telling himself he should leave. The other 2 minutes of each spiraling cycle have been spent eavesdropping his fellow hopefuls in line, listening to their tittering about how hot the firefighter working this shift of the booth is, surreptitiously cataloguing every person that he can see in front of and behind him and evaluating them on what–little, sadly–he knows about Evan’s preferences and whether or not their dreams of bagging a date with him will come true. Which then, in turn, sends him back into spiraling and berating himself for being among them, given his history with said firefighter.
He needs to leave.
There are roughly ten people in front of him, and Evan definitely hasn’t spotted him yet. He could totally duck out and no one would be the wiser. He contemplates pulling his phone out of his pocket with an air of importance, putting the completely silent device to his ear and pretending something dire has just happened that requires his immediate attention. No one would question him for getting out of line, no one would suspect that he’d lost his nerve. They’d think, wow, he must be important to be needed somewhere so urgently.
Tommy’s definitely, officially for real this time, lost his marbles.
Also, there are now only seven people left in front of him.
As he watches each person get their sweet little peck on the cheek, he tries to tell himself this is for a good cause. The money goes to charity. There’s nothing weird about giving to charity. Nothing at all. There’s also nothing stopping him from just dropping the money in the basket on a table near the door that’s designated for just plain donations. He doesn’t need to get anything out of it if that’s all he’s hoping to do.
He’s definitely hoping to get something out of it. He can at least admit that to himself, if nothing else.
Five people left.
“Oh my god, he’s so hot,” Tommy hears from behind him. “Look at those arms. Hold me down, daddy.” He almost chokes, the girl’s voice clearly pitched for just her friend next to her to hear, but he’s apparently blessed with supersonic hearing. The friend chimes in as well. “I wonder if he’s actually a good kisser or if he’s one of those dudes who relies on his rizz alone and then can’t deliver when it counts.”
Tommy has no idea what ‘rizz’ is, but he has to physically stop himself from turning around and describing for this girl in detail just how good of a kisser Evan is, how well he can deliver. He’s sure that wouldn’t go over well.
Two people left. Evan is being so gracious and attentive to each of his patrons that he still hasn’t noticed Tommy. He could still make a run for it.
He’s not going to.
There’s roughly enough time for one more cycle of spiraling before he makes it in front of Evan, but Tommy chooses to spend it going over what the hell he’s going to say. Surely, Evan may protest giving his ex a kiss, even if it’s for charity, given the way they ended. It’d be well within his right to do so. So Tommy needs to have some justifications ready just in case Evan gets the wrong idea here.
And what is the idea? Tommy failed to decide before he attempted this ridiculous stunt. Honestly, he’s been so, so god damned touch starved since he walked out Evan’s door that he thinks he’d do anything for just a brush of fingertips from Evan at this point. And that’s it, really…he only wants it from Evan. His coworkers have told him multiple times that he needs to just go out and get his ex out of his system–Donato offered to wingperson for him, even–but the very idea turns his stomach.
But did he actually think that throwing some money at charity at a kissing booth of all things was going to get them anywhere near a reconciliation? Jesus, he should have just texted. Not that he hasn’t tried that, many many many times, and all of them ended up deleted because regardless of what he likes to tell himself he does not have the courage to put himself out there without the reassurance–or despair–of seeing Evan’s actual expression when he says what he wants to say.
Which is…what? Exactly? He still hasn’t deci–
“Tommy?”
Shit. He’s missed the last person in front of him getting their dutiful peck on the cheek, and now he’s run out of time.
Evan’s voice as he says his name is full of awe, trepidation, and…dare he say it…hope? His expression is even more devastating: like he’s seeing the sunrise just beginning after a century spent underground. His narrowed eyes are earnest and a little guarded, but they are trained wholly on Tommy.
Shit….what was he going to say?
“Uh, yeah. Hi. I, um…well I. Uh.” Tommy runs his fingers over his hair roughly, feeling unbearably stupid and exposed. He should have run when he had the chance. “Look, Evan, I–”
Evan’s breath hitches audibly at the sound of his name. They’re staring at each other.
“Shit or get off the pot, dude, we’re all paying customers!” Some guy further back in line is shouting.
“Um. Did you want a kiss?” Evan says, his face turning pinker by the second. And this. This Tommy can definitely answer.
“Yes,” he says, with maybe a little too much conviction behind the word for their current circumstances. Evan seems to clock it immediately, his eyes flicking down to Tommy’s mouth before coming back up to his eyes, his expression morphing to hopeful disbelief. “But, I mean, you don’t have to, here, I know you probably weren’t expecting–”
Tommy’s words are cut off by Evan’s mouth sealing onto his.
God, god, he’s missed these lips. Each slide is like a revelation, and the thought is not lost on him that they’re in the middle of what is essentially a work function, they are both in uniform for christ's sake, having a whole existential crisis shared along with their breath and space and saliva. Because yes, Evan has now bullied his insanely talented tongue right behind Tommy’s teeth and is exploring like he’s going to be asked to draw a map later.
Evan kisses him long, hard, and thorough, endless seconds ticking by and Tommy definitely doesn’t listen to any of the complaining going on in the line behind him. Evan does, though, and he very reluctantly pulls his lips away from Tommy’s and blinks in the most adorably flustered way and Tommy’s so, so gone on this man. How did he ever walk away from this?
“Can we talk?” Evan asks breathlessly.
“Please. But maybe later. Your adoring public awaits,” he adds, gesturing with his thumb to the line behind him, still nearly thirty people strong. He can’t blame them, but he’s also feeling a tad possessive so he leans in one more time to press his lips to the apple of Evan’s cheek, causing the blush to intensify when he pulls away.
Tommy begins to turn to walk away, his smile already making his cheeks sore when Evan clears his throat. He raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t pay, you know.” He’s smirking, the little shit.
Before Tommy can make a move, someone in line shouts, “Damn! How much does it cost to get that?”
“That is not for sale,” Evan states with finality, but he’s still looking at Tommy, lips pursing, trying to hold back a full blown grin. There are a few groans from the line.
Tommy reaches into his wallet, pulls out a $100, and slaps it on the table in front of Evan. “What time does your shift end?”
“In thirty minutes.”
“Meet me at the cafe two blocks down. Bring those lips. We’ll talk.” Tommy congratulates himself on being smooth as he smirks right back at the look on Evan’s face.
“Mmm, okay. I’ll bring these lips. But I hope you remember they’re good for more than just talking,” Evan adds as Tommy turns to walk away.
He retracts his self-congratulations as he trips over his own feet.
#bucktommy#911 on abc#911 fic#inspired by a post#thank you Janai for inspiring me! felt so good to write SOMETHING after all this time :)#also I am roughly Tommy's age and I'm hoping this has been a successful deployment of 'rizz' 😂
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You guys just can't acknowledge the actual reasons people dislike TimBer and exaggerate or cherry-pick specific obviously stupid arguments.
I'll start by saying, ship what you want. There's nothing inherently immoral about TimBer. I make jokes, but I'm definitely not "Anti-Timber," but it gets to a point where you guys are just going-
Most TimBer "haters" are not these caricatures you guys like to paint us as. There are genuine reasons to dislike the ship.
1. It's genuinely bad for both characters. Queer men are allowed to have flaws, too! Yet they've stripped both Tim and Bernard of all of them and brushed any past mistakes under the rug.
Tim and Bernard were not good friends before 2020, and instead of giving them an interesting character arc, the writers just retconned all that and are trying to convince us they were besties.
2. Having Tim and Stephsplit up off-panel is already a disservice to a decades old relationship and Steph as a character. Especially because almost immediately her next appearance is as an accessory to TimBer, to tell the audience, "Actually, you should like them because she would want you to." When that's bullshit!
I'm not saying she should be jealous, but she has every right to be upset at Tim. The fact they did the exact same thing to Ariana, another one of Tim's exes who he hurt, turning her into a one-dimensional TimBer fangirl, feels very misogynistic.
They don't have to be jealous, but don't minimise them, and allow them to have reasonable reactions.
3. The way TimBer was handled feels more biphobic than the average fan reaction. This may be a personal interpretation, but so many moments feels like they're trying to belittle Tim's past relationships with women because he's with a man now. Which pisses me off. TimBer's chemistry comes from us being told about it, but I'm supposed to believe it was more meaningful than what he had with Steph?
I want to see my bisexual characters BE bisexual in ways that aren't stereotypical, but there are ways they could've done that without throwing Steph into a trash bin. As a TimKon shipper, I would be just as pissed if this same scenario played out with Kon instead of Bernard.
Honestly, I don't even want TimKon OR TimSteph if that's how the writers treat these characters. Let them bastardise Tim and Bernard just leave Kon and Steph out of this 😭
4. Most of the "he should cheat" takes are jokes or coming from people who haven't actually read the comics/comic where he actually cheats. Tim only cheated once iirc, but there is still valid criticism to be made about how flawless he's written now that he's with a man.
TimSteph's greatest strength is that we get to see them be a real teenage couple, they both make mistakes but it's watching them grow from them that matters most.
5. I'm fine with platonic TimSteph, but they clearly don't actually value their friendship. I'm also bisexual and grew up a Tim Drake fan, I am the last person who'd want his bisexuality to be erased, but I'd rather them actually do it justice than shrug my shoulders and slurp up any slop they feed us because it's gay.
Finally, I'm sorry if any of this came off as mean. I always try to be respectful even when I'm making jokes or disagreeing with someone, but I'm not perfect. Know that this is a critique of the ship and certain writing choices, not people who just innocently like TimBer.
The mental gymnastics people do to hate timber should be studied under a microscope.
The fuck you mean he is bad bisexual rep because he is dating a man… and how does that makes him gay???? Have you ever talked to a bisexual person???
“Oh it makes less of his past relationships” how?? How?!? Is he not allowed to be infatuated with his current partner? Should he continue pining after his past relationships even tho he is dating someone else???
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assistant! reader gets jealous
pairing: model! karina x assistant! female reader
word count: 893
tag(s): winrina lore revealed, y/n gets jealous, rina being confused abt the entire thing, giselle’s a snitch, the first time y/n gets jealous
from my series: the devil wears prada
y/n should not be upset. she knew that.
jimin had friends. jimin had history. that was just the kind of person she was—someone who attracted attention effortlessly, someone who had people wrapped around her finger, past and present. y/n knew all this. she had always known it.
but somehow, none of that made it easier to watch minjeong lean in close, whispering something in jimin’s ear that made the supermodel laugh, the sound soft and sweet in a way that was reserved for people she actually liked.
y/n hadn’t thought much of minjeong at first. she knew she was one of jimin’s closest friends, another model who had built a name for herself in the industry. they had worked together plenty of times, and from what y/n had seen, they got along very well.
but that was all she had thought—until she overheard aeri teasing jimin about her past with minjeong, and suddenly everything made sense.
“still can’t believe you two never made it official,” aeri had said, laughing as she clinked her wine glass against jimin’s.
“please,” jimin scoffed, lips curling into a smirk. “it was fun, but minjeong and i both knew what it was. no hard feelings.”
“none at all,” minjeong had added, grinning. “but it was a good time, wasn’t it?”
y/n had gripped her drink a little too tightly then.
and now, as she watched them from across the room, she was gripping her tablet in the same way, her fingers tightening every time minjeong so much as brushed against jimin’s arm.
she should not be upset.
but she was.
y/n’s mood did not improve by the time they got back to jimin’s penthouse.
she knew she was being ridiculous, knew that her cold silence was both immature and completely unnecessary, but she could not bring herself to act normal. she hadn’t spoken a word since they left the event, and she had no plans to start now.
but, of course, jimin had other plans.
“okay, what is your problem?”
y/n didn’t even look up from her tablet. “i don’t have a problem.”
jimin let out a sharp laugh, placing her hands on her hips. “oh, so you’ve just suddenly decided to stop talking to me for no reason?”
“mhm.”
jimin narrowed her eyes. “y/n.”
silence.
“y/n.”
still nothing.
“you’re seriously acting like a child right now.”
y/n finally exhaled, closing her tablet with a thud. “i just don’t have anything to say to you.”
“oh, please,” jimin scoffed. “you always have something to say. so what is it?”
y/n crossed her arms, leaning back against the couch. “it’s nothing.”
jimin stared at her, expression unreadable, before something flickered in her eyes. “wait.” she smirked, slow and knowing. “you’re jealous.”
y/n’s jaw clenched. “i’m not jealous.”
“you’re totally jealous,” jimin said, grinning like she had just won something.
“i—” y/n inhaled sharply, forcing herself to stay calm. “i just think it’s interesting how you didn’t tell me that you and minjeong used to—” she gestured vaguely, ”—do whatever you did.”
jimin rolled her eyes. “because it wasn’t important.”
“wasn’t it?” y/n shot back, tilting her head. “you two sure looked important to each other tonight.”
jimin groaned, running a hand through her hair. “oh my god, y/n.”
“what?” y/n challenged.
“we’re just friends,” jimin stressed. “it was never serious. it’s not like we were in love or something. it was just fun.”
“oh, so i’m supposed to be okay with watching you flirt with your ex-fling all night?”
“i wasn’t flirting,” jimin defended.
“right,” y/n deadpanned.
jimin exhaled sharply, her patience clearly wearing thin. “you are being so—” she cut herself off, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “you’re mad over nothing.”
y/n scoffed, shaking her head. “whatever. it doesn’t matter.”
“it does matter,” jimin argued. “because you’re mad, and i don’t like it when you’re mad at me.”
y/n faltered at that, lips pressing together.
jimin sighed, stepping closer. “for the record,” she said, voice softer now, “minjeong and i are just friends. i don’t care about her like that anymore.”
y/n looked up at her, hesitant. “you sure act close.”
jimin raised a brow. “and? you and i are closer.”
y/n swallowed, warmth creeping up her neck. “yeah?”
“yeah.” jimin flicked her forehead lightly. “obviously. you’re the one i keep around, aren’t you?”
y/n rubbed her forehead with a pout. “that hurt.”
“you’ll live.”
a beat of silence passed between them before jimin shifted on her feet, suddenly looking a little uncomfortable. “listen, i…” she exhaled sharply, clearly struggling with her next words. “i guess i should have told you about minjeong before tonight. i didn’t think it mattered, but…” she hesitated before finally sighing. “i’m sorry, okay?”
y/n blinked. “that’s… not really an apology.”
jimin scowled. “ugh, fine. i’m sorry for not telling you and for talking to minjeong in a way that made you upset. there. happy?”
y/n studied her for a moment before a slow smirk curled her lips. “that was painful for you, wasn’t it?”
jimin scoffed, flipping her hair dramatically. “whatever. are you coming or not?”
y/n chuckled, finally following after her. “yeah, yeah. lead the way, supermodel.”
“you’re never letting this go, are you?”
“nope.”
#karina x reader#aespa karina#yoo jimin#yu jimin#karina#aespa x fem reader#aespa x reader#yoo jimin x reader#yu jimin x reader#tdwp
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Ultimate Incest Poll - Final
Propaganda under the cut:
Liam/Noel:
The Gallagher brothers have a very intense relationship that doesn't make any sense to the outside viewer unless one considers the possibility of incest. For 30 years now they have been utterly unhinged about one another in the public eye. Noel has often made incest jokes; Liam once said on-stage once "we had sex last night" referring to him and Noel. Even people writing in actual books and magazines have picked up on the vibes (some stuff that has been printed about them fully feels like it was written by tumblr incestinas except it's like. actual fucking journalists). Also there was this one time in 1996 where they kissed each other with tongue in front of 40 thousand people.
They have been described as “in love with each other” by both themselves and third parties. the lyrics “you’re my lover, i’m your brother.” they kissed with tongue at loch lomond in 1996 and have also been photographed/videoed kissing on the mouth other times. liam regularly groped noel onstage. liam’s entire twitter is just propaganda too. liam talked about impregnating noel once. noel frequently talks about how physically attractive liam is. liam claims that he’s noel’s muse
their song guess god thinks im abel has the lyrics "i could be your lover" while comparing themselves to you guessed it abel and cain. and like. a thousand more instances of them being weird about each other. also noel REALLY wanted a sister and he mentioned it quite a few times and said well liam IS basically a sister or something like that. normal behaviour
Liam literally called himself Noel's good boy on twitter, and called him god a few times after reunion. Noel said he loves make women cry and the only thing that's better is make Liam cry so he can laugh and call him a woman. They literally kissed with tongue and loch lomand is not their only kiss they have two more photos of different kissing to, they literally used the japan kiss video for reunion video. YES THEY DID THAT TF. Noel said they are head over heels in love and said it's illegal in many countries. Also Noel said Liam is like his ex-wife a few times or shit like those cunts are fucking crazy
Other people have described them as more like boyfriend/girlfriend than brothers and said they’re in love. someone on twitter asked liam “if you’re john lennon, who is noel?” and liam said “yoko ono.” another time someone said on twitter “you defo rimmed noel when you were younger” and liam replied “you jealous?"
Deeply weird about each other getting married (them not attending each other's wedding which occurred month apart and then getting divorce around the same time and they stayed at the same hotel for months), intense infamously love-hate relationship and is everyone's favorite soap opera, noel saying "on stage i just wanted him..there's only two of us that will ever get this", prominent theme of shame and crime and impossible dream in noel gallagher works, the elusive meaning of wonderwall which noel insisted is not about anyone but there's good amount of evidence that it referenced back to their childhood and their shared bedroom, liam having mental breakdown several times on twitter about noel, liam's my brother is getting a divorce playlist to which he shared with his 3 millions twitter followers, incest-baiting on main ever since the reunion, brother and lover being interchangeable for noel when writing lyrics, noel (allegedly) lying to liam that his girlfriend cheated on him in order to sabotage their relationship before oasis took off, liam hating noel's latest (ex) wife (sarah), noel writing "the owner of the star on stage" after liam's autograph and so many more insane shit
"[Liam] thinks all the songs are about him. He even thinks Wonderwall is about him." –Noel Gallagher (1997)
"It's all about me it always was and is" –Liam Gallagher (2023)
Japan kiss (kiss is at the end) loch lomand kiss
PLUS they’re back together after 14 years of estrangement! The narrative!
Cain/Abel:
the og brotherssss. invented murder.
Brothers inexorably tied together… brothers alone in a field, no witnesses but god… jealousy violence guilt sin… you get it.
Blueprint for violent older sibling & younger sibling relationships. Our beloved Cain complex comes from this story and where would we be without it? These two are the huge inspirations for both incestuous and non incestuous poetry, especially between brothers. Nothing represents the self destructiveness of incest more than these guys. Also I know they frotted in those fields, Eve told me.
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Grumpy - Head coach (aka manager)! Leah x arsenal! r
Summary: Reader messes up on her first day at Arsenal, and Leah, being her usual grumpy self, doesn’t make things any easier.
Warnings: A bit of angst + McCabe walking in on R and L in a rather awkward moment.
Word count: 2.6k
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This is a new universe I'm writing about, so just let me know if you guys enjoy it and if you have any requests! <3
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Leah Williamson became a living legend after leading the Lionesses to yet another win in the Euros 2025 as the team captain and a defender. Unfortunately, for her, 2025 was the last year she played as a professional footballer, having suffered a career-ending injury at the end of the season.
Leah was completely distraught when she got the news. She isolated herself from everyone she knew, finding it hard to discover another purpose in life. That was, until Leah’s formal coach, Serina, stepped in and invited the blonde to some coffee in North London.
“I think I know what would help you,” Serina said, taking a sip of her cappuccino.
“Are you going to give me a new knee?” Leah asked, a hint of madness in her voice. Everybody thought they could help her, but in reality, half of her friends couldn’t even understand what was going on inside her head.
Sarina ignored Leah’s mood. “Belgium has one of the best coaching center in the world. I went there, Renée too. If you could get a coaching certificate, you could start working as an assistant, or as a youth coach at Arsenal. You’ve been there since you were a kid, and with your history Arsenal’s management would be mad not to give you a chance.”
“Coach?”
“Why not? You have a football brain, you have good leadership, people trust you. You are a full package,” Sarina responded. “Just think about it, will you?”
Sarina left the coffee shop, leaving a contemplative Leah behind.
..
“If you need anything, you have my number.” Renée’s voice echoed through Arsenal’s training grounds.
It was Renée’s last day as the head coach. Three years ago, Leah went to Brussels and got her coaching certificate. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be.
She was already very keen on football. After eight months of entering the Coach Academy, Leah was ready to start a new chapter of her life: assistant manager of Arsenal, alongside Renée.
The whole time Leah spent as Renée’s assistant was very productive. Leah learned a lot from the older woman, but Leah couldn’t wait to the day she would be officially named Head Coach, aka Manager. As an assistant, Leah had some type of power to make strategic changes during a match and give her two cents on matters of hiring new players, but still wasn’t enough.
Leah promised herself she wouldn’t stop until she became the manager of Arsenal women. She would build her dream team and be the best manager she could be.
And that’s what Leah did.
Renée decided to retire, and Arsenal agreed to sign Leah Williamson—the ex-captain of England Nacional team and Gunner-born—to their team.
“I have everything under control, Renée. You know I’ve been wanting your manager position for a long time.” Leah said with a smirk. “The only thing you have to worry about is your wife and daughter, alright, mate? You’ve already done a lot for arsenal.”
Both Leah and Renée were wearing Arsenal’s matching outfits. They had just left a small farewell party on the Arsenal’s event room; almost all players were there to say their goodbyes to Renée, and of course, welcome Leah into her new position.
“Still, Williamson, if you need any help, tips or even a friendly shoulder, just know that I’m here,” Renée insisted. The older woman was carrying a box in her arms, the outside having Once a gunner, always a gunner written on it.
Leah stared at the box, she had seen Renée packing things up in her office earlier that day, carefully putting pictures, books and even newspapers articles about Arsenal inside the container. It being full meant that Leah’s new office was officially ready for her to take in.
Both women walked through the front door of the Arsenal Training Grounds, and a cold breeze met Leah in the face, making the women shivered. Renée looked at the busy street ahead of her until she pointed to a black Audi A3. “That’s mine, guess I’ll go then,” Renée said, a bittersweet smile on her face.
Before Renée could walk, Leah gave her a hug. “Thank you for everything, If I ever need you, I’ll give you a call.”
Renée hugged the blonde woman back before heading to her car. Before she could open the driver’s door she turned to Leah.
“Don’t forget about the new girl coming in tomorrow, Leah. You’ll have to show her around and everything, plus she’s not from the UK, so—”
“Renée don’t worry! Y/n is coming tomorrow at 9am, I have everything planned out,” Leah rolled her eyes playfully.
Leah watched as the ex-Arsenal manager got into the car and left.
Leah Williamson. New Head Manager, now official.
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Leah thought her first day as Manager would be unfazed. What could go wrong? It was her first day of manager, of course, but it wasn’t like she was completely new to it. The team hadn’t changed much compared to last season, aside from Y/n, the newest Arsenal player.
And Y/n was exactly what made Leah’s day go wrong.
It was 9:37 am and the girl was nowhere to be seen.
Leah was waiting alongside the media team to greet and get to know Y/n officially for the first time. Leah didn’t participate a lot in Y/n’s hiring; it was mostly Renée doing the work of checking her statistics and all the bureaucracy of recruiting someone from another country. Leah didn’t even agree with Renée at first, she couldn’t see why Arsenal needed another defender.
“Arsenal needs a sweeper,” Renée had argued during one of their meetings. “Someone who is faster, logical but not aggressive. This kid Y/n is great for the position.”
“Leah, we really to get going, we need to take solo photos of the players, maybe when Y/n gets here we can try to make a small welcoming video, or something,” Clarice, the media director said as she looked at her watch. “I mean she is very late, and we have so much to do—”
“Yeah, of course, Clarice, you all can go. If she arrives, I’ll give you a call,” Leah said, impatience clear in her voice
How can someone be late for their first day of training? It was clear to Leah that Y/n didn’t care so much about being the priciest Arsenal hiring in the last 10 years since she didn’t worry about actually coming to training.
Leah walked around, tapping her foot against the pavement. 5 minutes. Leah would wait 5 more minutes and if Y/n wasn’t here, she would go inside, into her office and let the new girl fend for herself. Leah was busy and she needed to watch a bunch of matches to study Arsenal’s future opponents, but instead she was here waiting for this girl like a fool.
9:42am.
Leah turned around, heading to the door. feeling stupid about waiting on someone who was not coming.
Before Leah stepped into the building, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned around slowly, not enjoying the non-welcoming physical touch. Leah locked eyes with a girl.
Y/n.
Leah, for some reason, was expecting to find the girl in full footballer mode, perhaps with her hair tied back, or dirty clothing from and intense match, but Leah was not expecting to find a very… cute girl instead. Leah had only watched the videos Renée sent of Y/n on the pitch, so she was rather surprised to see the new girl didn’t naturally have grass all over her hair.
Y/n was wearing what looked to be five layers of clothing, and a coat which was way too big for her. She was wearing very inappropriate shoes for the light layer of snow accumulation on the floor. It was like Y/n didn’t know how to dress for cold weather.
Before Leah could blink, the new girl began rambling.
“I am so, so sorry, ma’am,” Y/n quavered, taking her hand off of Leah’s shoulder as she watched the frown on Leah’s face form. “So, you see, my cat ran away, and I had to chase after him and that took me twenty minutes, and then I took the wrong tube—”.”
“You are late,” Leah said before taking a last glance at the girl and getting inside. “Don’t let it happen again.”
Leah heard the girl walking behind her, the squeakiness of her shoes making Leah even more angry.
“I-I’m sorry, and of course, it won’t happen again, ma’am” Y/n apologized, looking down at her feet.
Today was supposed to be a good day, Y/n thought. She had written down on her planner everything she needed to do in order to get to the club in time. She had printed the map of the Tube so she could get around easily and not get lost, but of course it didn’t work out and now her new manager was clearly pissed at her.
And of course, the women angry at her had to be THE Leah Willianson, one of the most skillful defender of all time and one of Y/n’s biggest inspirations.
Great Y/n, just great. When Y/n thought things couldn’t get worse, she heard Leah snap.
“And don’t call me ma’am.”
..
Y/n was trying to see the bright side of this situation. She was in a new country, had her own apartment, she had signed with one of the best teams in the league right now, but she just couldn’t shake the feeling of Leah’s harsh treatment against her.
Now, laying in her bed after her horrible day, Y/n could recap every bad interaction she had with Leah, which was, unfortunately, all of them, but it seemed Y/n just had the talent to make everything worse.
“This is the locker and the changing room. You can grab that one on the left,” Leah pointed at one of the lockers, with no identification on its door. “Basic rules: don’t let your clothes or boots lying around, lock your locker and just keep tidy. I hope can do that.”
Y/n hated Leah's tone. It was like the manager wanted to be everywhere else in the world but here with her. But she couldn’t blame Leah, she wouldn’t enjoy it if somebody kept her waiting for almost 50 minutes.
“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier,” Y/n mumbled, following Leah through the corridors. She didn’t know where they were going. Maybe the kit room? “I’m normally very punctual.”
“Hm,” Leah said, sounding indifferent.
Maybe Y/n was going to cry on her first day after all.
Leah took a turn on the corridor and both women were in front of a white door, “Medical Room” written on it.
The room was fairly normal, having a couple of physios and massage tables. It looked like the place hadn’t been used today, since the tables were all made. A few Pilates objects were scattered around, making the room seem more lived in.
What really caught Y/n’s attention were the photos on the wall. Y/n took a step closer to the wall, leaving Leah behind her.
There was Kyra and Alessia smiling, both receiving massages from an older woman, whom Y/n guessed was the physiotherapist. Kim Little was right next to the girls’ pictures, wearing an air cast and using a crutch.
Vivianne Miedema and Beth Mead laying on a massage table, holding hands as they smiled for the picture. “ACL couple #1”, written just below it.
Next to it was a picture of Leah, a few years younger — maybe she was Y/n’s age — running in her arsenal kit. “Leah’s first run after ACL”, written in the same way as Vivianne and Beth’s photo.
Y/n felt her heart ached for Leah. Y/n was young, but she remembered how the football world was talking about how much Leah was trying to be back after her ACL tear during the Euros. She did everything available, every new therapy, and nothing worked. Sure, she could walk and even run for small periods of time, but Leah would never come back to football again.
Y/n wondered how Leah felt having to look at that picture every day.
“This is obviously the physio room,” Leah said, breaking the awkward silence that had formed. “I’ll email you the medical staffs ‘scheduled. if you ever need anything, you can just talk to them.”
When Y/n turned around to talk to Leah, she didn’t expect the blonde to be so close to her. Their bodies bumped together, making Y/n lose her balance and, if things weren’t bad enough, she stepped right into one of the exercise objects on the floor.
Y/n closed her eyes and waited for the impact of her head on the wall, but Leah was faster, holding her waist with one hand and her head with the other.
Y/n held her breath, feeling Leah’s torso against her, well, as much as she could considering she was wearing seven layers of clothing.
Y/n opened her eyes, meeting Leah’s gaze just for a second. Both women seemed like a deer caught in headlights.
“Hey Mary could you see my knee—”
Y/n and Leah were met with Katie McCabe, her green eyes staring at the two women in confusion.
“Am I interrupting something?” Katie said. Y/n could swear she heard teasing in the Irish women’s voice.
“What?! No, of course not.” Leah blurted, taking her hands off of Y/n’s body abruptly, if it wasn’t for Y/n year of balance training, she would have fallen again, that’s for sure. “I was just showing Y/n’s physio room, but Mary wasn’t even here so…” Leah seemed defensive now, looking everywhere but at Y/n or Katie.
“She almost fell,” Leah continued, overexplaining herself. “She tripped on this thing,” Leah lightly kicked the equipment, it was just a rubber ball. Y/n would laugh if Leah didn’t seemed so nervous all of the sudden. “You know I hate when things are left lying around.”
“Leah.”
“Yeah?”
“You are rambling,” Katie said making the blonde close her mouth.
“Why don’t you go do some manager things and I’ll finish the tour with her, yeah? It’s Y/n, right?” Katie offered her hand to Y/n, shaking it firmly. “I’m Katie.”
“Hi, yeah I’m Y/n, so sorry this is how we met,” Y/n said, looking down. “Guess I’ll just go with her, if that okay—.”
“More than okay,” Leah mumbled. “Bye, McCabe, I’ll see you at training.” Before Y/n or Katie could responded, Leah had already left the room, a frown on her face.
Katie was a way better host than Leah, showing all the places in the facility without making the young girl feel like a chore. The Irish woman couldn’t help but notice that Y/n wasn’t as happy as new players usually were when they first visited the club, so Katie asked what had happened.
“She hates me,” Y/n confessed to as soon as they get to the pitch, the last place on the tour.
“Who?”
“Leah.” Y/n mumbled “I was late earlier, and everything went south after that. I don’t know how I’m gonna get her to like me.”
Katie placed a comfortable hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “She doesn’t hate you, she is just grumpy like that, Leah doesn’t like when things don’t go the way she planned, she’ll come around.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Of course, it’s your first time at Arsenal, but it's also Leah’s first time as our manager. She never had a new player before; you are her first. Renée was the one handling the greetings and initial meetings with the players. Leah will understand that other people don’t always react in a way she expected.”
Y/n hoped Katie was right.
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Danny breaks up with him (I’m going with Dick) and he shows up that night to a family dinner.
“Remember that boyfriend all of you were fawning over and saying he might be the one? He just broke up with me because he thought I was cheating on him with Nightwing and the only way I could refute it was by revealing my identity and thus your’s as well. I guess I value my family’s secrets over the best thing to happen to me in years because he’s never going to want to talk to me again!”
Almost everyone goes to console Dick as best they can, trying (and failing) to tell him it’s going to be okay without outright telling Dick he did a good thing by ruining his relationship.
Damian stays back and most assume he’s having trouble emotionally processing the situation but no.
Once when Danny was staying at the manor and was helping Damian with his pets, Cujo burst through the wall and knocked Danny over. After explaining Cujo being a ghost dog and getting a good response regarding ghosts, on impulse Danny revealed being a halfa and ex vigilante.
Damian swore on his family’s name that he would never tell anyone.
But with the current predicament, now Damian has to somehow lead Danny and Dick to each other’s secrets without outright telling them the truth.
DPxDC story where Danny is dating a batkid, it's funniest with Dick in my mind but it can be whoever, and he ends up drawing the very incorrect conclusion that batkid is cheating on him with their vigilante persona. He calls them out for it and batkid is frantically trying to convince him it's not true without revealing that they actually are the vigilante but is struggling because Danny actually has some really good points? And they can't just tell him because it's not just their secret, the entire family would be outed, but Danny is the best boyfriend they've ever had and they really don't want to lose him and the truth is probably the only thing that would be able to counter all of Danny's arguments.
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Seven chances
Min ho Moon x ex!reader
Summary: Min Ho plans seven dates to win back his ex—and it just might work.
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I never thought I’d see Min Ho Moon again. Not after the way things ended between us.
The moment I spot him across the café, I freeze. He looks exactly the same—maybe even better. Same tousled hair, same confident smirk, same annoyingly perfect skin. But something in his eyes is different. I quickly turn my attention back to my laptop, pretending I didn’t see him.
I should’ve known that wouldn’t stop him.
“Hey,” his voice is smooth, casual, but I can hear the nerves underneath. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
I exhale slowly before looking up. “Min Ho.” I keep my tone neutral.
He doesn’t take the hint. Instead, he slides into the chair across from me without asking. Typical.
“How have you been?” he asks, as if we’re old friends catching up.
“Fine,” I say. “Busy.”
Min Ho leans back, studying me. I hate how easy it is for him to make eye contact, like we didn’t go months without speaking. Like he didn’t break my heart.
“I miss you,” he says. Just like that. No preamble, no hesitation.
I let out a short laugh. “That’s not how this works, Min Ho.”
He frowns. “How what works?”
“You don’t just walk back into my life and say you miss me,” I say, folding my arms. “You don’t get to act like nothing happened.”
His jaw tightens. “I know. That’s why I’m here.”
I glance away, out the café window, watching people walk by. It’s a crisp afternoon in Seoul, and the city feels like it’s moving faster than I am.
Min Ho sighs, rubbing his hands together like he’s bracing himself. “I messed up.”
“No kidding.”
He nods. “I hurt you. And I hate myself for it.”
I close my laptop, giving him my full attention. “Then why did you do it?”
Min Ho hesitates. “Because I was scared.”
“Scared?” I repeat, incredulous. “That’s your excuse?”
“I didn’t think I was good enough for you,” he says, voice quiet. “I thought if I let myself get too close, I’d end up ruining everything. So instead of losing you later, I pushed you away first.”
I stare at him. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I know,” he says, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I’m an idiot.”
I shake my head. “You really are.”
There’s a beat of silence between us. I should get up and leave. I should tell him it’s too late, that I don’t care anymore.
But I do care.
And Min Ho, for all his flaws, is sitting here, admitting he was wrong. That’s not something he does often.
“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he says, his voice softer now. “But I want to try again. I want to prove to you that I’ve changed.”
I look at him carefully. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”
Min Ho smirks, the familiar confidence creeping back into his expression. “Give me a week. Let me take you on seven dates. No expectations, no pressure. Just… let me show you why we were good together.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Seven?”
He nods. “Seven.”
I should say no. I should walk away and never look back.
But instead, I sigh. “Fine. One week.”
The grin that spreads across his face is enough to make my heart ache. Because deep down, I know the truth.
I never really stopped loving him.
Day One: The Ice Rink
Min Ho picks me up right on time, a smug look on his face. “You’re going to love this,” he says, leading me inside the rink.
I narrow my eyes. “You remember that I can’t skate, right?”
“That’s the best part,” he teases. “You’ll have to hold onto me the whole time.”
I glare at him, but when we step onto the ice and I immediately slip, I have no choice but to grab his arm. He chuckles. “Told you.”
Despite my frustration, I can’t help but smile. Maybe this isn’t the worst idea after all.
Day Two: The Bookstore
“I remember you used to spend hours in here,” Min Ho says as we step inside my favorite bookstore.
I give him a suspicious look. “You hate bookstores.”
“I hate reading,” he corrects. “Not bookstores.” He picks up a random book and flips through it, pretending to look interested.
I smirk. “You’re just trying to impress me.”
“Is it working?” he asks, grinning.
I roll my eyes, but I don’t miss the warmth creeping into my chest.
Day Three: The Street Market
Min Ho buys me tteokbokki from my favorite vendor, and we wander through the market, the scent of food filling the air. He tries to feed me a piece, but I swat his hand away.
“You’re so difficult,” he groans.
“You love it,” I tease before I can stop myself.
He grins. “I do.”
Day Four: The Beach
We sit on the sand, watching the waves roll in. Min Ho looks at me, his expression unreadable. “I don’t deserve you,” he says suddenly.
I sigh. “Min Ho—”
“I just need you to know that,” he interrupts. “Even if this doesn’t work out, I need you to know how much I regret losing you.”
I swallow hard. “You’re trying, Min Ho. That’s what matters.”
He nods, but I can tell he’s still scared.
So am I.
Day Five: The Arcade
Min Ho drags me to the arcade, his eyes full of mischief.
“Winner picks the next date,” he challenges.
We go head-to-head in basketball, air hockey, and racing games. He wins some, I win more (at least, that’s my version).
At the claw machine, he spends way too many tries before finally winning a small stuffed dog. He hands it to me, a little sheepish.
“For you.”
I hold it close, pretending it doesn’t mean anything. But it does.
Day Six: Karaoke Night
Min Ho books a private karaoke room, and I immediately regret saying yes.
“You just want to show off,” I accuse.
He winks. “Obviously.”
He belts out Love Scenario like he’s on stage, dancing like an idiot. I laugh too hard to resist when he shoves the mic at me.
“One song,” I warn.
By the end, we’re both breathless from laughing. He looks at me, eyes soft.
“I missed this,” he says.
I don’t respond. But deep down, I did too.
Day Seven: The Rooftop
Our final date is on a rooftop, fairy lights strung around us. The city glows beneath us, and for a moment, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.
Min Ho turns to me, looking nervous for the first time. “Did I do enough?”
I exhale. “Min Ho…”
He shakes his head. “Wait. Before you say anything—I just need you to know. I love you. I never stopped.”
My heart clenches. “I know.”
He steps closer. “Do you still love me?”
I hesitate. Not because I don’t know the answer, but because I do.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Min Ho lets out a shaky breath. “Then let me be better for you.”
I bite my lip. “You already are.”
His lips crash into mine, and just like that, I know—
We’re going to be okay.
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Could I please get a rum & coke? #17 with Connor Bedard
cyberhughes 200 follower special ⋆ .˚
rum & coke coming up!!
prompt #17: "i can't get you out of my head."
warnings: breakups, angst angst angst
fuck sorry this one kinda hurt i think im projecting w this one guys LOL (god help me.)
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connor bedard was the love of your life.
was.
officially, you had been with him for two years, but you knew him longer than that. the two of you sharing a bond stronger than anything throughout your childhood.
it had been one year since the end of said relationship, one year since he had left you crying in front of your apartment as he walked away with your heart, and one year since you had lost your best friend and lover in one fell swoop, your twin flame.
you grieved like never before. it was almost worse than grieving someone who was dead, because he was still out there, keeping your heart captive.
you couldn't even remember what the first few weeks after the breakup were like. you had locked yourself away in your apartment, letting your entire being be consumed by sorrow.
it truly came out of nowhere, the two of you were happy. or at least, you thought you were.
"connor, what are you talking about?" your smile faltered as he stood in front of you, hands in his pockets while he stared at you with that emotionless expression he always had. "it's just not working." his words rang in your ears and you could feel the reality settle in.
your lips moved to speak but shut just as quickly. you didn't know what to say, how could you? the two of you just worked, he was your soulmate and you were his. he had seen every part of you, felt every part of you, taken every part of you. you gave him your everything,
so what the hell wasn't working?
that's the question that you had destroyed yourself over for the past year. when connor left you, he had taken a piece of your soul with him, and you weren't sure if you'd ever get it back. and so, you'd spend the rest of your life yearning for that piece, yearning for him.
while you were together he was always on your mind of course, but now it felt as if he had taken over you, your thoughts consumed by nothing more than him. you could only think of the sound of his comforting voice, which was now starting to fade away. you could only think of the way his smile could make your heart melt in an instant. you could only think of the way his lips molded to yours as he kissed you. it was like he had left a poison in you when he left, ensuring that he would be the only one you'd ever love.
it wasn't healthy, is what your friends told you. it wasn't healthy to still be hung up on your ex boyfriend after a whole year. but he was more than that, he was your partner, in every sense of the word. you had gone through everything with him, been there for him when no one else was.
now the only thing you were going through was his instagram, scrolling the feed that had already been graced by that little red heart. he was doing good, better than good. maybe you were holding him back, not allowing him to shine as bright as he could. that's all you ever wanted for him, so why couldn't you accept this?
you found yourself going through old photos and texts, not having deleted his number even after a year. soon you found your thumb hovering over his name in your contacts, your mind daring you to call him.
and so you did.
it rang once.
then it rang twice.
and just as it was about to ring that third time, as you were about to hang up knowing he'd never respond, you heard his voice.
"hello?" he spoke softly and you felt your whole body tense as you heard the voice that you once sought out for comfort. sure, you had put yourself in this situation, but you didn't think he would actually pick up.
your breath was shaky as you spoke, "i can't..." your voice cracked, and you were glad he couldn't see you in this pathetic state.
"y/n?"
"i can't get you out of my head." your voice was barely above a whisper, yet he caught every single word.
"it's been a year." he spoke sternly, as if you didn't recognize that, and suddenly it felt like you were being transported right back to that night where he had first broken your heart.
your eyes welled with tears as you heard him sigh over the phone, did he not miss you the way you missed him?
"why did you end it?" you asked, feeling your heartrate increase, you shouldn't have called him like this.
"y/n why are you-"
"tell me." you pleaded as the tears fell down onto your cheeks. a lifetime ago he would've been the one to wipe them away, telling you he'd never let anything hurt you, but he ended up being the one to.
the other end went silent for a moment before he spoke, "i didn't love you anymore."
you felt your heart drop deeper than it ever had, never expecting him to answer in such a way. "why? did i do something wrong?" you didn't know why you bothered asking, he didn't give you a reason then, and he probably wouldn't now.
"i had more important things to focus on." he rubbed salt in the wound, as if you were never important to him. as if you weren't the first name he'd call for whenever something happened to him, as if you weren't the one to carry his weight when he felt like he couldn't continue, as if you weren't the one who kept the flame of his soul alight. he didn't care as much as you did, he never did.
and so you hung up.
call ended.
connor looked down at his phone, "fuck." his lip quivered as he tried to hold it together.
you were always the most important thing to him, and that's why he had to let you go. he didn't want to tie you down, a ball and chain keeping you from pursuing your own dreams as you followed him around the nhl.
he knew you'd be alright eventually, and he knew that you’d find someone who could give you all their love in ways he couldn’t. after all he knew you better than you knew yourself.
and that's why he selfishly kept a piece of your heart, because he never truly wanted to let you go.
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Senku l. (before & after the stone)
Headcanons, sfw,nsfw, suggestive…
Author’s note: Senku is a fictional character he is canonically 15-16 in the beginning of the series and 17-18 by season 3 not taking account for the manga which he is older. If in the future I make works on characters you deem unfitting for the roll of nsfw fiction or suggestive works of while aged up feel free to block me! Also a reminder that this is a fictional character, made up of lines/pixels. Do not waste your time writing petty hate comments which I will remove and are a waste of your life which you will not get back. I choose to be delusional about fictional characters for my own satisfaction, good day!
Word count: a lot
Before the stone
Sfw
Senku is a bit more less responsible before the stone as he is allowed to act like a kid. He often spends his time in the school lab or at home and can be seen with is small group of friends. (Taiju Oki and Yuzuriha Ogawa.)
Love and romantic relationships are something Senku has found himself uninterested in his teenage years. Dedicating himself to his craft and love for science.
You can take science away from the man but not the science from the man. (You really can’t do either)
Senku has found people conventionally attractive to a specific statistical standard but not to him personally and probably won’t ever given he doesn’t have a common attraction to physical attributes.
Though through statistics he can still find someone who he would be generally attracted to physically. Someone with glasses, makes their interests obvious ex: paint on body all the time, a lab coat or constantly wearing something of their special interest would be people he gravitates towards.
(As someone who is neurodivergent in the worst ways I think half the cast is autistic or a Shokunin if you will a person deeply dedicated to their craft.) So someone as such will attract Senku not romantically of course but they will be bound to cross paths.
There are a multitude of ways you could meet you might never meet but to keep it simple I’m going to give you a multitude of possibilities to have rot in your head.
Being apart of the school’s science club is one way always spending time with him constantly in the science room after school.
Being a dumbass needed tutoring friends with one of his friends but not with Senku directly, or competing for higher grades, a good enemies to lovers. Maybe you’re even apart of the school’s science club making you and Senku acquaintances if anything.
Senku doesn’t back down from competition when it comes to brains but quickly when it comes to fights. Being rivals to Senku is a good asset in the stone world getting you to be one of the first few people to be revived truly testing if you’re book smart (can do it in theory on paper in school) and street smart (do it for real and faster than the time given in school).
Senku was hesitant more than he ever has been getting in a relationship with you. Being shy was simply not an option for him, he thought it was a waste of time often making him coming off as stiff and blunt.
A relationship of romantic interest with Senku will never be said nor be official. He will never say he loves you or that he likes you even give he believes actions speak louder than words. If you give him time you will see through subtle ways that he is attracted to you. 
He will ask you about things that don’t matter much: like should I choose this or that color the small things…
He’ll allow you to touch his hair if your one for pda, he won’t reciprocated often at most leaning into the touch out of pure comfort. He won’t push you off understanding that this is a love language (that did take him a while to understand.)
Senku’s love language is quality time and gift giving. This is more often seen in the stone world but it expressed as well before hand even more so if you’re a science nerd along with him.
He’ll be willing to conduct experiments with you along with share materials with you which is a rare thing for him being an only child never having to share much of anything.
I believe that Senku is aroace or at the very least ace. He can still have platonic love and relationships but isn’t fond of romantic ones being in a romantic relationship from his perspective is his treating you like a best friend practically treating you like a mixture between yuzuriha and Kohaku.
Suggestive
Anything remotely romantic would have to be initiated by you and 9/10 you’re going to either get pushed off. Or he just sits there waiting for you to get over with it. Something like the (kohaku kissing Senku scene in season 3)
For your sake he has experimented once or twice before with make out sessions or kissing to get you to do something (like get you to do an experiment with him.) any kind of physical touch from him romantic wise once again if not initiated by you. 
He’s a responsible enough person to know better than to have sexual intercourse at his age nor is he interested enough to risk it not that questions about it don’t cross his mind but we’ll explore those much later down the line.
Though he’s more likely to tease you occasionally and lean his arm atop your head if you’re short. Expect this more often if you have curly hair
If you have 4c or curly hair in general he will be near you more often especially if you’re a foreigner. Have issues finding hair products for your hair type in Japan? He got you give him a couple strands of your hair next thing you know he has a whole list of products for your hair and product sample packets surrounding him.
Nsfw
Sorry there is none Senku was not interested in sexual acts before the stone nor very much after.
Though he will ask you a lot of “inappropriate questions” but i promise you he’s just genuinely curious. And he’s not trying to infer anything he promises.
After the stone
As I said Senku’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. This becomes more apparent in the stone world. If you had something you held close best believe he will try his best to make it for you. If you’re an artist he’s make brushes and paint etc…
He’s a bit kinder and softer after the stone. People he has known longer therefore care for more he unconsciously takes them on more missions with him around or in a safe space.
If he knew you before the stone you’re likely to be one of the first people out of stone. Though if not you are an important asset and he sees you for your skills and talents so be grateful for that.
If you’re a creative type expect to be paired with Yuzuriha often. A martial artist or athlete expect Kohaku and Taiju.
What Senku appreciate most is people interested in his work, he loves experimenting and explaining his process even to those a who don’t understand so please entertain him for a while if you expect at friendship let alone a romantic relationship.
People who are aroace can have relationships but they can often be on sided in the romance department. It’s not that they don’t love platonically you they just don’t know how to react to that romantically or don’t want romance.(yall can choose if Senku is aroace or not) As long as you’re ok with that your relationship with Senku will be fine. (I’ll just write him as dense to love for yall though.)
Senku if he does love you will occasionally indulge in your romantic behavior and take this a complent if it was a last resort he wouldn't be against procreating with you. (it took him a lot to admit that so you better take it.)
Romantic relationships are often seen as an inconvenience given he doesn't see the need for them and doesn't think he could would be the best fit for something like that.
He true for the most part but he is able to be in a romantic relationship. It may not be as romantic as a you like but if he has an interest in you he will unconsciously do these things. Don't expect any hand-holding and kissing though.
The only way you could get him to hold your hand is for technical reasons like you not getting lost.
Suggestive
I do agree with the fact that Senku would experiment on his significant other and I think this would be more common before the stone but in small ways.
An unexpected romantic act to see how you respond.
He will use this advantage if gen tells him you like him or something for free labor but we won’t abuse it he’s not that mean.
The only way I could see a “relationship forming” Is Senku using you for labor and “paying you” with physical touch. Kisses, hugs and stuff, he likes you platonically but as time goes on he starts experimenting with you first it’s his far will you go for each type of affection. Then it’s soon how will you react to this or that. He says it’s not you that he loves but the reaction you make like a chemical reaction in your mind. Knowing his autistic ass it might be true but the way he acts makes you unsure.
Or maybe finding a girl smarter than him would rial him up he might see you as arrival at first. You guys could be partners, he swears he doesn’t love you, but the science you create the knowledge you know, that wrinkly brain of yours.
He tends to have a love for things rather than people in a way he loves science and the things people are good at their talents but maybe not themselves, he swears but he does establish relationships with characters like Gen and Chrome as friends so I’m sure he can establish a romantic relationship if we take this route.
Then I could actually get into how Senku would “experiment” with his “friend” this would create an friends with benefits kinda situation but it’s not like Senku sees it like that he just doesn’t have time for labels and probably wouldn’t care about it. Just don’t call him pet names because he doesn’t like it. The relationship would be private so the villagers don’t make a fuss, for as far was that would last with Gen around.
NSFW - ish
Let’s talk about Senku’s experiments
Of course you consented to this but you might know what your getting into 100%
It’s basically just a very handsy check up while he asks you questions you may or may not be able to answer.
Ex: “Are your breast sensitive? There is a high concentration of nerve endings present in that area, making them one of the most sensitive parts of the body. While he’s over here playing with them in every way imaginable. He’s going to continue to do this for every inch of your body and take an analysis writing how painful each part is and or sensitive.
So I’ll let you guys imagine that
Thank you for reading!!
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Imo (as someone who didn't watch the finale, so I'm happy to be wrong), one of the bigger problems with the ending that isn't being discussed is that religions don't work like that. I'm not talking about cosmology or divinity, which people have already spoken on plenty, but the people who actually believe the beliefs.
There are people who believe their god was in some way mortal (Buddhists, some Christians), but they still practice the belief. I'm Jewish, and if it was definitively proven that God isn't real, I would still be a practicing Jew. The gods of Exandria becoming mortal would definitely cause schisms and theological debates, but the gods as concepts would continue to hold power regardless of their mortality or continued existence. Vasselheim would change, but it wouldn't be rocked to its knees.
Obviously, the cast has their own biases and thoughts on religion. That's understandable, but in a campaign and world that is increasingly about How Religion Amd Gods Shape Things, why is religion treated only as a plot point and not a dynamic of understanding the world, yaknow?
This is a hard question to answer since I think to truly give a good answer I'd need a thesis statement and several weeks of writing, but in short, as myself a practicing Jew and philosophically somewhere between weak and apathetic agnosticism I agree that Exandria as a setting did a good job of exploring individual faith/devotion to divinity, and a very bad job of exploring the concept of religion on an anthropological level.
I do think the fact that most of the people with whom I can have a conversation about this are either fellow non-Christians existing in a Christian dominated society; left-leaning Catholics from a rigorous intellectual tradition in the Protestant-dominated US; or people who left a more conservative Christian sect for a more progressive one and in doing so interrogated the nature of religion and faith is telling. I think if you were raised strictly Christian and either swore off religion entirely (the ex-Evangelicals who never unlearned lack of empathy/self-centeredness and simply applied it in a different direction) or were raised Christian but not particularly religious and live in a culturally Christian society in which that is the norm and thus you never had to see yourself as a person with an identity and a practice outside said norm, you are far more likely fail to adequately notice this as a problem with Exandrian worldbuilding.
Something that struck me as I thought about this (on my solo walks to and from synagogue today, no less) is that I am someone who for various reasons, academic, religious, and otherwise, has spent a lot of time thinking about the role of ritual in daily life. And the thing is, "ritual" has in many cases been coopted into a thing you do very much for yourself, often with a capitalist slant - self-care as consumption as ritual. (If you look up companies named Ritual, it's zero proof spirits and vitamins/supplements and takeout). It is individualist and is intended to soothe one's self.
Ritual is far more than that. Ritual is a sign of community. It is a means of remembrance. It is a reminder to look outside of yourself. We light candles on Friday night not for ourselves - indeed, we are prohibited from using them as a light source - but to welcome someone of something else. We blow the shofar to wake ourselves and our community up to what we can can change and do better.
Jester and Caduceus are in my opinion the strongest practitioners of ritual across campaigns, but both are from very small groups of practitioners. We meet many clerics and adherents, but their stories or their experiences with religion as part of daily life are largely untold.
And this is just about ritual, which is in many cases neutral or even positive, but as discussed there is no real hegemony - Vasselheim holds respect and serves as a vault for divine secrets, but outside of that has little political sway. Caduceus and Fjord do not answer to Hierophant Ophera. We also see very little of those theological questions or debates - one must imagine they occur, but it, like the world of ritual or religious service, feels oddly empty. There are temples, and there are keepers of those temples, but the temples always feel like they pop into existence for the PCs and vanish when they're not present. I remember during Campaign 2 there was a great discussion of how D&D offers a concept of religion without the need for faith in the unseen - the gods exist definitively - and it just feels like that's never been reflected meaningfully in the world of Exandria, and that wasn't really a problem with Campaigns 1 or 2 and it very much was with the concepts C3 attempted to tackle.
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omg I love Nico Rosberg please do!!
here's a little idea that's been running trough my head maybe it inspires you.
it's 2016, the worst of the worst of brocedes and nico goes out drinking and runs into Lewis's ex (reader) (maybe she's a journalist idk) one thing leads to another and they have nasty nasty sex in Nico's room, which just so happens to share a wall with Lewis's.
absolutely no pressure to write this tho
Sure Lewis had won the race, but you weren't expecting to see Nico drinking alone in a random bar.
You had an idea that would definitely lift his spirits.
Warnings: smut, masturbation, cum, filming (hear me out), rancid vibes, basically 2016 brocedes being petty, reader is a journalist and lewis' ex, I'm a lil' mean to lewlew but he deserves it
“Oh, Hello” he said relatively cheerfully when you popped up next to him at the bar.
Nico had always liked you. You were a breath of fresh air whenever you'd show up at races.
You worked part-time for Sky Sports and it was always a pleasure being interviewed by you.
You'd been Lewis' girlfriend for years though, so you were firmly off limits to everyone in the paddock.
Nico never did figure out why you and Lewis broke up. It's not like Lewis would talk to him about it, so he was left to speculate.
“How have things… been?” he tried, earning a laugh from you.
Of course you could tell he was fishing for information.
“I'm not here to talk about Lewis, Nico”
You leaned on the bar, pushing your chest against the polished wood, and Nico couldn't help glancing down quickly.
“Actually, that's not strictly true” you corrected with a smile. “I wanted to see if there was anything I could do after your crushing defeat today” you emphasised the word, to see if he would react.
He raised an eyebrow at you, smug smirk playing at his lips.
“Are you trying to provoke me, my dear?”
“Maybe…” you bit your lip, trying to conceal your glee.
The truth was you and Lewis hadn't been on the best of terms after your rather public breakup. He'd become an egotistical monster, and you were only trying to weigh him down, or so he said.
But even while you were together, you'd always found Nico intriguing. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, and now that you were free to do whatever the fuck you wanted, well… now seemed like a good opportunity.
“Keep it up, maybe you'll manage to get a reaction out of me” he purred, setting his glass down and turning his barstool towards you.
You wrapped your fingers around his glass, and his eyes followed the movement of your thumb tracing up the side, drawing patterns in the condensation.
“I'm not trying to do anything…” you glanced at him and noted how enraptured he was in the sight of your delicate fingers barely reaching all the way around the small-ish glass. “I'm just confused how a driver of your caliber just let Lewis pass you like that”
His gaze snapped back to you “I did not let him pass, my car was…”
He trailed off when he noticed your expression, throwing his head back in exasperation with a chuckle.
“Okay, I see what you are doing. It's not going to work on me”
“Really?” you pouted “You sure I can't get you even a little bit riled up?”
He huffed out a laugh. “The things you could do to rile me up are illegal in public places”
Your breath hitched at his tone, there was an underlying challenge in there somewhere.
“In that case… I have a proposition for you”
His pupils expanded as soon as you put your hand on his thigh to lean in seductively.
“We could put our combined talent for pettiness to good use…”
Your lips barely brushed his ear as you spoke, but he could already feel his pants tightening at your close proximity.
“What are you suggesting?” his voice was tight with desire.
“Your room is next to Lewis'… I think we could easily find a way to rile him up”
Nico's eyes widened, that was the best idea he'd ever heard.
You leaned back against the bar and took his glass, bringing it to your lips to take a sip.
“Jesus!” you spluttered “That's straight tequila, Nico!” you gazed at him in awe.
He laughed, sliding a hand around your waist to pull you in closer.
“I think we're going to have a lot of fun together” he mumbled.
You let him drag you closer, standing in between his legs as his greedy hands felt you up.
“And Lewis is going to regret ever breaking up with you” ...
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Lewis could hear most of what was going on in Nico's room.
He had a girl over, how adorable. Whatever he needed to make himself feel better about losing, he supposed. Lewis was planning on winning every race if it meant destroying Nico.
He actually took some kind of twisted pleasure in listening to his pathetic attempt to get back at him. As if it made them even. You got this trophy, but at least I’m getting my dick wet.
Lewis laughed derisively at the thought. No woman was going to make up for the big shiny trophy he was going to get at the end of the season.
His attitude quickly changed however, when he suddenly heard the woman's voice louder and clearer than before.
“Nico!”
It sounded much too familiar.
It couldn't be…
He dropped his phone onto the bed he was lying on and turned around to face the wall.
“Fuck- aaah… oh my god, Nico!”
His jaw dropped. He'd recognise those moans anywhere.
“Nico, please!”
He put his hand against the wall, as if he'd be able to feel you against the cool plaster.
“Please! Please, oh my god, please!”
He refused to acknowledge the twitch in his pants. His blood was boiling with thinly veiled jealousy.
But the final offense came in the form of Nico's voice.
“Hear that, asshole?!” he was yelling at him through the wall. “She's begging for me now!”
You whined as Nico sped up his hips, hitting deep inside you while you imagined Lewis on the other side, fuming at what he was hearing.
♤
Nico had you facing the wall, your hands clutching the headboard for dear life while he pounded into you from behind.
You’d really been missing out, it turned out.
One of his hands was on your hip, arching your back obscenely for him, and the other one was next to your head, flat on the wall to hold his weight.
You cheek was pressed against the wall, ensuring your voice would be as audible as possible through it.
“Say my name, darling” he groaned, you cunt was like a vice around him and he was barely holding on to his sanity by this point.
“Nico!” you cried, you were rapidly approaching your high.
“Louder, baby. I want him to hear you”
He slithered a hand around your body and started tapping out a soft rhythm against your clit, the barely-there stimulation making your legs tremble.
“Fuck- aaah! Oh my god, Nico!”
“I said louder. You're not coming until I know he's heard you”
“Nico, please!”
He chuckled meanly at your writhing figure, the pressure just wasn't quite enough to get you over the edge you were gasping for.
“Please! Please, oh my god! Please!”
Nico groaned, you were begging so prettily and politely for him, he could hardly refuse.
“Hear that, asshole?!” he yelled “She's begging for me now!”
He increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing wet circles over it that made your eyes roll back into your skull and let out the most pitiful wail as you came all over his cock and fingers.
You slumped against the headboard, no longer able to hold yourself up, and slid down until your face hit the pillows with your ass up in the air, and you groaned while you rode out the waves of your high, through which Nico was still fucking you.
He quickly grabbed his phone.
He knew just how to put the final nail in Lewis' proverbial coffin.
He turned the camera on, just managing to catch the moment when he came inside you, cunt stretched beautifully around his cock, then pulled out to let his cum dribble out of you and down your thighs.
They hadn't blocked each other’s numbers. That would be petty...
♧
So he sent Lewis the short video and threw his phone to the side.
He gently turned you over, thumbing at the obscene mixture clinging to your folds, and spreading it around.
He was transfixed, and you let out a small giggle at his expression.
He raised an eyebrow cockily, bringing his cum covered fingers up to your mouth.
Much to his delight, you sucked them eagerly, moaning at the taste as your tongue traced every knuckle, every crevice until he was clean.
His gaze was dark as he watched you work, and once his hand was clean he wrapped it around your neck and squeezed possessively.
Your confused wide eyes made him chuckle, along with the way your thighs twitched.
“I had a feeling you would be into that”
He leaned over you and crashed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, the faint taste of your mixed juices driving him wild with need.
“Give me a minute, I'm definitely not done with you”
Lewis didn't care about his pride anymore, the sounds you were making on the other side of the wall were sending him insane.
♡
He shoved his shorts down and wrapped a hand around himself. The relief was instant.
He could almost picture you, bent over and begging. He'd witnessed it enough times.
All that was missing was-
The buzz of his phone caught his attention from where it was laying next to his knee.
A text from Nico.
“Enjoy the crumb”
And attached was a video of Nico pounding into you once, twice, and then…
Lewis gasped and the hand around his cock sped up at the sight of your beautiful tight hole dripping with his rival's cum.
He didn't realise he was coming until it was too late and his pillow was soiled and covered in his spend.
“Fuck's sake!” he cursed, throwing his phone across the room in anger.
He ended up seeing a lot more of you after that.
But you were now Nico's fucking girlfriend, and his ex-best frien would constantly send him dirty grins, reminding him of that damn video.
And every single night, without fail, he'd pull the video up and get off to it.
He'd hesitated a couple of times to send it to the papers. But no matter how bitter he was, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
It was almost as if he took pleasure in knowing that only him and Nico had it. Like a shared dirty secret.
Nico was going to regret everything anyway. He may have won you, but Lewis was going to win the whole damn championship.
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Hi,
Hope you are doing well.
I saw the ask about Aang's choice to spare Ozai not being well received. It got me thinking about something I had heard in Captain America: The Winter Soldier. In a scene where Nick Fury and Captain America discuss the latter's actions during WW2, Fury says that Cap and his team did some nasty stuff. Cap accepts that, but also says that they did it so people could be free.
The point from this was that in a war, everyone who is involved in the war may have to make choices that goes against their morals, because sometimes its a necessity. So, when Sokka or Zuko are labelled as "bloodthirsty" because they want Ozai killed, its because they see it as something necessary to stop the war. It also reflects that they have had to adapt to survive a war torn world, or even Jet. I doubt Jet wanted to do those actions that he did, but he must have felt that they were necessary. This is something I think Aang doesn't fully understand.
I would like your thoughts on this.
You don't have to take my word for it, it's canon that Jet wanted to change.
It's also canon that Aang does not understand the reality of violence and never takes it seriously up until the end of the show when he realizes that he may have to kill Ozai and panics because he has never learned how to take it seriously. I have a hard time taking him seriously as a pacifist because so often, his attitude towards violence is just childish, and this is something he never grows out of. We see it in the Deserter and the Avatar State when Katara tries to warn him to be careful with his own capacity for violence, and it shows up again in the finale when Zuko tries to explain to him the importance of properly redirecting lightning and he blows it off because he thinks Katara can just heal him.
And Katara is usually the one tasked with trying to teach Aang the consequences of this, and often the one who gets hurt because of it. So Aang thinking that Katara will just take care of it for him shows that he hasn't learned anything and will continue to place that burden on Katara, to her detriment.
This is also why I can't see Aang as anything but hypocritical when he tries to lecture Katara, of all people, about nonviolence in The Southern Raiders.
And then they never have Aang have that moment where he is forced to reckon with the consequences of violence. They give him a way out that isn't revealed until the second he pulls it out of his pocket.
The problem is not that Aang is unwilling to use violence, it's that he has no real understanding of the reality of it. Both when it's used against him and when he's using it. He's never forced to reckon with how his carelessness with his own power hurts Katara (multiple times), he says some very callous things to Zuko about how his abuser is "still a human being," tells Katara to forgive her mother's murderer, and even in the finale he doesn't take it seriously when Zuko tells him very bluntly that there's a good chance he may be killed.
So, why did the show give this trait to Aang if they weren't going to have him learn from it? My guess is that they wanted to, but didn't know how to, because they are white people who themselves don't fully understand a Buddhist view of pacifism, combined with them writing themselves into a corner and not knowing how to resolve it. That's why people call the lion turtle a deus ex machina, and it has all the hallmarks of when a deus ex machina is used clumsily, including the narrative not revealing it until the last second that Aang went into the battle having already had the solution.
And like, Winter Soldier is overall a darker show than ATLA, so of course I don't expect the protagonists of ATLA to act like grizzled war vets. But that's also why people need to stop acting like Aang made the choice not to kill Ozai "because of his culture" or that the show is saying anything profound about pacifism.
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