#ns of the second person

[chibikittens]

Me after Gnosia: ...maybe someday I can recover from this TT^TT

ORV: I think the fuck not

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I come bearing a gift!

Alexander Anderson/Reader Smut

Aphrodisiacs

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Breeding Kink

Biting Kink

Dom!Alexander

Sub!Reader

Dirty talk

NSFW under the cut! Do not proceed if you're under 18!

He'd been acting distant from you all day. Your dear sweet Alexander had hardly spoke to you, much less come near you. You didn't know what was up with him, but you were determined to find out. It wasn't normal for him to act this way, especially not to you. You were his beloved, and you'd been that to him ever since he left the church years ago. You were his respite, his solace, and everything beautiful in life. Those were his words, anyway.

 

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, absentmindedly watching TV as you pondered what you should do. He had holed himself up in your shared bedroom, not even coming out for food when you knocked and told him that dinner was ready. Not even a reply. You would've assumed he was sleeping, were it not for the faint sounds of shuffling within the room. 

 

You considered going up to check on him, but if he was avoiding you like this for this long, he probably had a good reason for it. You didn't believe he would just avoid you for the hell of it. He was always affectionate towards you, from wrapping his arms around your waist while you cooked, to small things like twining his fingers with yours while you both watched the TV. Still, you couldn't help but be worried. You continued to stare at the TV, not really paying attention to what was going on in the show, debating on what you should do.

 

 

 

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Alexander was restless inside of the little bedroom you both shared. He didn't like hiding away from you, but he sure as hell wasn't going to get close to you while he was like this. He didn't know what this feeling was, only the thoughts and images it plagued his mind with. It was unrelenting, almost uncontrollable, and it made him want to do... Less than holy things to you, to say the very least. He must have drank something he shouldn't have at the pub he visited, he figured. Earlier, he'd been out having a drink with some acquaintances, but this feeling hadn't really raged until he'd gotten home. Until he'd gotten near you. When you embraced him when he walked through the door, a white hot sensation had surged through him. Though he was the one in your embrace, he almost felt the desire to pounce on you. That's when he noticed something was wrong. He was always careful and gentle with you, given how strong he was, and how much bigger he was than you. 

 

He locked himself inside of your room shortly after. He wasn't entirely sure what this was, but he wasn't going to let it be the cause of harm towards you. He was going to stay up there, and wait this out. It would be easy.

 

That is what he thought, until he heard the sound of your footsteps coming up the stairs, followed by a call of his name. 

 

"Alex? You've been up there all day... Are you alright? Is there anything you want to talk about?" 

 

Of course you were worried about him, sweet little thing you were. It was adorable how you were concerned for his wellbeing, wanting to take care of him.

 

Though now, he'd like for you to take care of him in a different way. He'd just love to hear your voice wrapped around his name with a different tone of voice...

 

Stop.

 

He scolded himself internally, for allowing his thoughts to dip into that territory. It wasn't like sex between the two of you was a completely foreign concept, but in the few times prior, he was always very gentle, treating you like you might break. Which, was a very real possibility given his size and strength. You were so small, he really didn't want to accidentally hurt you, especially during something as intimate and as special as that kind of encounter between the two of you. 

 

But, despite knowing this, he couldn't stop the ideas that were trickling through his head, threatening to burst into actions if he didn't have more self control. In his thoughts, he'd have loved nothing more than to have you beneath him, trembling and begging for him to fill you up, taking you how he pleased while you took it like the good girl he knew you were. 

 

He once again shook himself out of this train of thought quickly. He couldn't- No, wouldn't do that to you. He didn't even know if you liked that sort of thing, if you'd even be okay with it. What if you saw him akin to some depraved animal? He wasn't going to have that, and he sure as hell wasn't going to have the possibility of hurting you. 

He'd just do this himself, if that's what it took to make this feeling go away. Right now he didn't care how sinful it was, how much it would've sullied his reputation with the church had anyone from his life years ago known this.

 

Even if they did find out somehow, he would've preferred that to the prospect of hurting you. 

 

What he had forgotten, however, was that you'd just come up the stairs to check on him. 

 

And you were outside the door.

 

 

 

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You were really starting to worry about Alexander. He didn't even come out for dinner, and he always loved it when you cooked for him. The sun had set quite a while ago, and still no word from him. You would've thought he was sleeping, were it not for the fact he was an insomniac. Most nights he couldn't even sleep, but he was just content to hold you close to him, listening to the soothing sound of your peaceful breathing.

 

... Wait.

 

The sound you heard from the other side of the bedroom door also sounded like breathing, but it was anything but peaceful. It was ragged, shaky breaths. Now you were really worried. What if he was sick, or upset, or-

 

Oh.

 

The sound of a quiet, muffled groan pulled you out of your racing thoughts. He was most definitely not sick. 

 

Blush rose to your cheeks as you realized the situation. That suddenly made a whole lot more sense, so you thought. Perhaps he was pent up, and didn't want to take out any frustrations on you. You knew he handled you carefully for fear of breaking you, and he often wouldn't initiate because he didn't want to seem like he was trying to demand it from you, even though that's the opposite of how it came off. But still, he was always careful, always mindful. And even during sex, he'd refuse to let go any. His hands would tremble as he balled them up into the sheets, threatening to rip them through. Rather the sheets, which were replaceable, than you.

 

You figured this was the case, and you were half right. What you didn't know was he locked himself away in an attempt to save you from himself, or rather what he may do if he were to lose his self control. The good Lord knew how tempting you could be, how even when he wasn't under the effect of this aphrodisiac, you'd stir up thoughts he'd kept shoved down. Thoughts of making you submit to him, of pure indulgence in his darkest fantasies about you. He was only a man after all, and definitely not immune to your charms. 

 

You contemplated what to do. On one hand, this was extremely private, and even though you were his girlfriend, you shouldn't intrude on his business like this.

 

On the other hand, the sounds he was making was extremely fucking hot. You weren't going to lie to yourself about that. 

 

...Fuck it.

 

You were going to get in that room, and see if you could change his mindset about you being fragile. You could handle more than he gave you before. You could handle him letting loose a bit. At least, you thought so.

 

No better time than the present to find out. 

 

And even if you couldn't, you knew the experience was going to be 100% worth it.

 

You dug around in your pocket, finding the key to your bedroom and inserting it into the handle. Before you turned it, you knocked on the door gently. "Alex? I'm gonna come in, okay?" You heard scrambling, and some muffled protests as you turned the handle. You peeked your head into the room. It was dark, except for the ray of light that had entered from the slightly open door. 

 

There, on the bed, sat a very disheveled, embarassed looking Alexander. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, and his breathing hard. It looked like he was trying to cover himself, but he was having a difficult time. You could see his hands shaking as he gripped the sheets, trying to pull them over himself. Even with that dazed look on his face, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. His chest rose and fell quickly as his eyes scanned over you.

 

You looked so...

 

Your face reddened as you took in the sight of him. Sporting a very obvious hard on, even with his attempt at covering it with the sheet. That look of desperation on his face, the hazy look in his eyes. "Do you, ah... Need help?" You asked sheepishly. Alex's eyes darted away from yours, a look of shame crossing his face. "Ye weren' supposed te see me like this." He muttered, twisting and untwisting his hands into the sheets out of nervousness. Great, now you'd think he was no better than some animal. He'd done it this time.

 

You laughed lightly, a hand coming up to rub the back of your neck. "It's not like I mind... To be honest, you look... Really good like this." You admitted, trying to meet his gaze, but his eyes were still avoiding you. "I can help...? If you'd like me to?" He was surprised for a moment. You... Didn't think poorly of him for this? He was sure that this would lower your opinion of him. Masturbating was still pretty much a foreign concept to him; the nuns that raised him had drilled it into his head that it was something disgraceful. But here you were, even wanting to help him with this?

 

He wanted to say yes so badly, but still...

 

He shook his head, his stare fixed on the floor. Despite the fact you wanted to do this with him, he couldn't look at you out of a mix of shame and embarrassment. "I... Drank somethin' I shouldn' have at the pub earlier today. I don't know wha' it was, bu' it has this really strong effect. I locked myself away to keep from hurting you by accident." 

 

'Hurt me? What-'

 

Oh.

 

Ohhhh.

 

"So, let me get this straight." You began. "You basically drank an aphrodisiac, and you've kept your distance from me so you wouldn't give in, accidentally hurt me?"

 

Damn.

 

It was a little embarrassing when you said it aloud. 

 

"...Yes, exactly. I wan' to do so many things to ye." The red on your face deepened. "Bu' I could never forgive myself if I hurt ye. Yer such a small thing compared teh me. I can barely even keep my self control together around ye righ' now," He admitted. You shivered at the implication. You said nothing, but stepped further into the room and closed the door behind you. 

 

His eyes slowly readjusted to the darkness, with the help of a ray of moonlight shining through the window. You were bathed in soft white light, and he saw you approach him slowly. "Wha' are ye doing?" The bed shifted with your weight as you crawled towards him. "I want to prove you wrong. I can take more than you think I can." You settled on his stomach, cupping his face with both your hands as you kissed him. It started off slow, but turned into something much hungrier. His large hands ghosted over your hips tentatively, shaking violently. He was trying so hard to hold back, still scared that he was going to break you if he gave in.

 

Alex was breathing heavily when you drew back from him, and in the dull light of the room, you could see the hazy look in his eyes. Pure lust. You moved your mouth to his neck, pulling at the skin lightly with your teeth. He let out a hiss as his hands finally settled on your hips, squeezing lightly. Just a bit more...

 

"I'm not going to break, Alex. And even if you did rough me up, to be honest... I'd probably like it." He tightened his grip on your hips, and you smiled. "I want you to be able to let go with me. I want you to have your way with me." You pressed another kiss to his lips, before meeting his heated gaze. "Please?" 

 

Oh, he couldn't keep it together after that. How could he when you asked like that? He planted one hand on the back of your head, pulling you back to him to meet him in another kiss, this one much more heated than the first. You whined, pressing your body firmly against his. He reacted immediately, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he slid you down so you'd be sitting in his lap. He ground his cock against your clothed heat, causing a gasp to slip from you. 

 

"Ye feel that, sweetheart? Tha's all because of yeh. Can hardly resist ye, pretty little thing." You squirmed in his lap, arousal filling your core. He was painfully hard, and you could feel that even through your clothes.

 

God, you wanted that inside of you.

 

"Shit, Alex," You whispered, pressing your hips down harder into his, trying to get more friction. He smirked at you, watching your expression change from coy to something needier. "Yeh're such a needy girl. And just for me? I'm truly blessed." His statement flustered you, causing you to look away, but he wasn't having any of that. He gripped your chin with his hand, pulling your gaze back to him. "Look a' me. I wan' ta see tha' pretty face of yours when I make ye see the pearly gates." You whined, keeping your eyes on him like he wanted. "Good girl. Such an obedient little thing," He purred.

 

Fuck, that sent a spike of heat shooting right through you. Alexander noticed how it affected you when he heard your breath hitch. He smiled at you mischievously.

 

Oh no.

 

"Wha' was that? Ye like it when I praise ye, hmm?" You were so flustered, but you didn't look away, per his previous instructions. "If tha's the case..." He brought one of your hands up to his lips, kissing your palm before continuing. 

 

"Yeh're so beau'iful, so good fer me. Not a day goes by tha' I don' think how lucky I am to have such a sweet little thing all to myself. Beau'iful when yeh're not even tryin'. When yeh're sleepin, enjoyin yer hobbies..." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

 

"When yeh're stuffed full o' my cock..." 

 

You let out a quiet moan at that, the heat in your abdomen growing as you tried more and more to grind against him, but he held you firmly in place. "Alex..." You whimpered. "Yeees, my love?" He drawled. "I want it." He raised his eyebrows at you, an absolutely devious look on his face. "Already? I've barely even touched ye, and yeh want me that much?" He didn't say it, but he wanted you far more than you knew right now. He loved to tease you, but he wasn't going to be able to keep this up for much longer. The aphrodisiac was still burning strong in his veins, and having you all over him had only made it worse.

 

"Well, you can't just say stuff like that and expect me not to." You admit, quickly pulling your shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room. For once, Alex was grateful for your impatience. That, and he loved just how eager you were for him. "You're so fucking sexy when you talk like that..." You murmur, raising up from his lap so you could wriggle out of your pants. You went to unclasp your bra, but he stopped you.

 

"Let me. I wan' ta unwrap this little present yeh've brought me." You nodded, and he curled his arms around you to undo the clasp. It fell away from your chest, exposing you more to him. You shivered, the cool air of the room hitting you fully. He chuckled, lowering his face to your chest. "Ye cold? Poor little thing. Tha's alright, ye won' be fer much longer." He connected his lips with one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it as his free hand went up to knead your other breast softly. You sighed, tangling one of your hands into his hair, your nails scratching his scalp lightly. He groaned, giving a light suck to your bud.

 

Once you started giving breathy whines, he moved on. He held you, swapping your positions. You were lying back into the pillows, and his face was between your thighs, giving soft nips to your lovely skin. 

 

He was going to have to prep you for him; He was proportionate to his size, and that was large. He towered over you easily, being over seven feet. He knew you'd struggle regardless, but he wanted to at least avoid discomfort for you where he could help it.

 

Your underwear was the last thing in his way, and you'd completely soaked those through. He hummed a laugh, before slowly pulling them down your thighs. "Ye look much prettier without these." He tossed the offending garment, and now there was nothing to cover you up. He spread your legs wider, putting your soaking cunt on full display for him. "Damn, sweetheart... Yeh're so wet fer me..." He groaned, taking in the sight of you. Your arousal was leaking down your thighs, and being completely exposed to Alexander just made your core throb in anticipation.

 

He swiped a finger up your slit, collecting some of your moisture before bringing it to his lips, tasting you. This just made you hotter as you watched him, wide eyed. "Ye taste so sweet. So sweet, just fer me." He whispered, before giving full attention to what was in front of him. "You can't just say things like- AaH!" Your sentence was cut short as he licked a stripe from the bottom of your hole to the top, before dipping his tongue into your soaked entrance experimentally. You placed one of your hands on the back of his head, trying to bring him closer to you, but he took both of your hands and held them firmly by your sides. 

 

"If I recall correctly, ye wanted me ta have my way with yeh. So, yeh're goin ta take wha' I give ye." 

 

Fuck, that tone was downright sinful. His words earned him a shudder, and a curse to fall from your lips. Alex chuckled, squeezing your hands lightly. "Watch yer mouth, or I might have ta put it ta work." He warned. You whined, your hips bucking involuntarily at the thought. "Oh? Does the thought of me usin yer mouth excite yeh? Such a dirty girl. Maybe I should teach ye the right way ta behave." He growled, his reprimanding only sending more heat to your core. 

 

"Please, Alex..." You whimpered. How could he deny you when you plead like that? Especially with your honeyed voice wrapped so beautifully around his name, too.

 

Finally he indulged you, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit as he collected more of your juices on his fingers, before slipping one of them inside you. His fingers were already quite thick, so he still took care when prepping you for him. You were all but mewling, your thighs spasming next to the sides of his head as he slowly worked you. He worked one finger in and out of your tight walls, delighted as he found no resistance. You were dripping for him, and he'd barely even done much to you. 

 

God, he loved you.

 

He added another, pumping them a little faster while he attended to your sensitive bud with his tongue, unrelenting in his ministrations. His long fingers eventually found that spongy spot inside of you, brushing up against it. You moaned rather loudly, bucking your hips wildly. You didn't even mean to, but it was all beginning to become too much for your sensitive little body. 

 

"Shit, Alex, there-!" You balled up your fists in his grasp, trying to find purchase amidst what was painfully slowly building up to orgasm. You could feel him smile against you as he pushed his fingers even deeper inside, hitting that spot repeatedly. Your moans got louder, and Alexander felt your walls tightening even more around him. "Alex, I'm-" Just when the twisted up coil in your belly was about to snap, he stopped altogether, pulling his fingers out of you, and backing off from your throbbing sex.

 

"No, yeh're not. Not yet." 

 

You cried out in frustration as the tension in your core slowly ebbed way, leaving you very much unsatisfied and needing more. "Why- I was so close-" You panted, trying to sit up, but he stopped you. He got up and settled between your thighs, gripping your hips tightly. "I need ye now. And yeh're more than ready fer me." You felt the blunt head of his cock prod your entrance, finding no resistance. You eyed his cock hungrily, reminded of the sheer size of him. You're definitely glad he prepared you. He leaned down, kissing you hungrily. You reciprocated happily, running your hands over his shoulders and tangling them in his beautiful blonde hair once again.

 

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving you open mouthed kisses against your pretty, sensitive neck. You relaxed for a moment, but a cry was wrenched from you as he sunk his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder lightly. You arched into his chest, your nails dragging down his sides. He bucked his hips into yours at your reaction, causing the tip of his length to slip inside your entrance with ease. You gasped, trying to push your hips into his to take more of him in, but he held you firm.

 

When he pulled back, he was met with the beautiful sight of your flushed face, half lidded eyes, and your chest rising and falling quickly with your choppy breaths. "Please Alex, I want it, want you inside." Your plea came off of a whiny exhale, and this ignited something in him. He cursed under his breath, pulling you even closer to him as he leaned down next to your ear. 

 

"Yeh'll be lucky if I can even hold back for yer sake, if ye keep talking like tha'." He muttered.

 

"Don't. I told you already I want you to let loose. I'm not gonna break, Alex. So, ruin me," You whispered, pecking a kiss to his lips. 

 

You heard him whisper to himself, something about how lucky he was as he adjusted himself, before slowly slipping into your heat. You grit your teeth as each inch entered. It did sting, and even when you felt full, he still hadn't bottomed out yet. Finally, when he was fully seated in you, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. He stretched you out so good, and he hadn't even started moving yet. You reached a hand up, petting his hair as you waited for a moment to adjust to his massive size. Alexander gave you the most lovestruck look - There you were, beneath him, filled to the brim with his cock, taking it so well. Your hair was splayed out in a halo on the pillows, and he thought to himself that he must have been blessed, angel that you were.

 

Finally, you bucked your hips against his, signaling for him to move. He slowly pulled out, leaving only the head in, before thrusting back into your heat with earnest. You gasped at the sensation, the drag of his cock against your tight walls sending delicious waves of pleasure rolling throughout your entire body. Alexander sucked in a sharp breath, both at your noise and at the feeling of you. He spread your legs further apart, before setting a harsh pace, following your earlier instructions to ruin you. You were quickly turned into a moaning mess as his cock drove deeper into you with each meeting of your hips, rubbing up against your sweet spot and kissing your cervix. 

 

One of his hands left your hip in favor of giving attention to your clit, and your moans got even louder as jolts of electricity shot through you. "Alex-!" You cried, digging your nails into his shoulders. This only spurred him on, causing him to curse and drive himself into you even harder. You pushed your hips against his, causing him to slip in even deeper than before, causing a whimper to slip from your lips.

 

Alex looked down at where the both of you connected, watching his cock disappear into you with each thrust. You also looked down, but instead your eyes were locked onto your belly - You could see his length appear there, and this only served to add to the liquid fire coursing through your veins. "You keep doing that, you're gonna end up getting me knocked up-" You chuckled, but that was quickly replaced with a whine as his hips stuttered momentarily, but turned into him grabbing your legs, folding and pressing them upwards against your chest, so he could hit even deeper inside of you. You had no more quips; every sound that came from your mouth had devolved into incomprehensible praises and lewd noises.

 

He leaned down, so his mouth could be level with your ear. When he spoke, his voice was gruff and thick with desire. 

 

"Yeh'd look so fuckin' beau'iful, with yer belly plump with my child. Make such a lovely little wife, just fer me. Maybe I'll give ye one, yeah? I'll stuff ye so full of my seed, there's no way ye won' end up with one." He groaned, just envisioning the sight of sweet little you, with child. A family of his own, with you, his beloved. 

 

Just the thought of that made your gut stir in the best way. You released a breathy moan, your walls squeezing even tighter around his cock, and he smiled at you. "Ye like that idea too? Raising our child? Yeh'll be such a good mother, and an amazin' wife. All fer me." He captured your lips, this time the kiss being less hungrier than before, rather with more passionate fervor, and love. You reciprocated, doing the best you could to cup his cheek with your hand while your body rocked back and forth with the intensity of each roll of his hips against yours.

 

You really did love this man... The idea of having a family with him sounded like your own personal slice of heaven. 

 

Your high was building up quickly, a combination of the ideas he put in your head, and the white hot pleasure that every harsh thrust sent rolling through you. Your mind was fuzzy, at a loss for words. 'I love you's and his name tumbled repeatedly from you, your poor head not being able to conjure up many other things to say. Alexander's pace was becoming inconsistent, a mix of deep and shallow thrusts, signaling his end was also fast approaching. 

 

"A-Alex, I'm close-!" You whined, your nails scratching down his back. You were on the edge, so ready to tumble over. "Cum fer me, my love." He grunted, his voice strained as he took in that beautiful fucked out look on your face. He did that, he was the one to make you feel so blindingly good.

 

Your high hit you like a freight train, and you all but screamed as burning hot pleasure ripped through you. Your walls clamped down hard on his cock, and your release spilling over him is what caused him to reach his end. You felt his warmth flood you, making you feel so very full. 

 

Alexander was bracing himself on his arms overtop of you, hovering there in favor of falling on top of you. The both of you were panting hard, trying to catch up. Finally he pulled out of you, almost reluctantly. A final whine slipped from you as he dragged against your overstimulated walls. He watched his cum leak out of you, the sight of you being filled so full with him almost lighting him up again. He reached down, pushing a finger into you to keep the rest from leaking out. You were flustered once your mind finally caught up to where you were and what had just happened. Alex leaned in, pressing one last slow kiss to your lips. When he leaned back, he was smiling at you sheepishly. 

 

Damn, talk about a 180. He looked so embarassed after basically trying to get you pregnant.

 

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WAITTHATWASSOMETHINGTHATHAPPENED.

 

Memories of all he'd just said flooded back to you, and you covered your face with your hands out of newfound shyness. He wanted you to be his wife? And to raise a kid with you??

 

And you didn't even dislike the idea.

 

When you uncovered your face, you were looking at very confused, but cute Alexander.

 

"Alex, sweetie. You really want to raise a kid, with me?" 

 

A genuine smile spread across your face as you watched a pretty shade of pink spread across his, all the way up to the tips of his ears. Adorable.

 

He covered part of his face with one hand, trying to hide his now flustered self as what exactly he said came back to him. "Lord, I didn' mean to say tha' out loud-" He mumbled, his voice muffled slightly by his hand. "But you diiiid," You teased. " 'I'll stuff you so full of my seed, there's no way ya won't end up with one'~" You mimicked a scottish accent, though it was pretty shoddy. He made a sound that was a cross between a laugh at your attempt at his accent, and a small noise of embarrassment. 

 

You sat up, crawling towards him as you took his hand in yours, moving it away from his face. "Hey, look at me." Alex met your gaze, almost taken aback by the sheer amount of love you looked at him with. "I'm not opposed to the idea..." You said, sheepishly. "As long as it's with you. Especially the idea of being your wife." Your tone dipped to something soft, genuine, loving. He smiled at you, so full of happiness as he pulled you into his embrace. "I love ye so much, sweetheart. How did I ever get blessed with an angel like yeh?" He murmured against your skin, littering it with small kisses. 

 

You hummed a laugh, leaning up to reach his forehead as best you could, planting a kiss on it. "I love you too, you big softie."

[tachimichishrine]

Okay sooooo I’ve been reading your stuff for a couple of days now and IM OBSESSED I love the way you write tachi so if it’s okay, could I request an x reader where the reader is a weapon’s engineer? bonus points if she’s a chemical engineer by profession IF YOU WRITE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH have a great day

<AKH TYSM??? giggling isn't a strong enough word i'm rolling on the floor blushing,,, sorry for the long build up and it had less tachi appearances than i intended agagagagagh I hope this is what you wanted, have a lovely day darling ♡>

"blown away"

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tachihara michizou x fem! chem eng! reader

warnings: none :) just fluff n plot, slight cursing n intended lowercase

a searing sting, ringing in ears, ash fluttering all in the surroundings; the world has become a wasteland, and you were nestled warmly in the safety of a suit designed to handle the radiation from the outside. you watched the blocks of metal melt lopsidedly, a displeased tsk accompanying your scowl at the failure. they were not meant to come apart so easily.

"goddamn it!" you yanked the zipper that lined your chest, tearing it off until the oversized suit was open enough to slump off. with a fury that caused every man watching you to clear their throats, become incredibly interested in a speck on their shoes or take a step back out of fear, you pulled off the costume and threw it to the ground. you even spat on it, grumbling vexedly, "that should've worked."

the admiral looked at you with a raised brow, clearly not impressed by your childish reaction. you couldn't care less; this was your one chance of hitting it big. you were hired by the government to create a chemical similar to sleeping gas capable of only targeting the enemy, except they didn't quite want their enemies to take a nap. you had a logical solution, and worked on it with your team for months; today was the demonstration to show all the important men what their money had been funding.

yes, what you did was despicable. you created weapons of mass destruction, turned simple assortments of molecules and rearranged them in a way that could turn a solider inside-out. however, the scope was beyond you; you simply made the tools, and their use was not up to you. many of your colleagues knew about the kind of iron stomach needed to work in this field, and no one ever said a word. you had a cadaver which you mutilated during trials of reactions with the flesh, and not a single person looked each other in the eyes during the tests. yet you all knew that you were more powerful than those who wielded the codes, those who held the guns and those whose whispers into a phone could turn an entire city to rubble. all because you had the ability to create such horrifying devices.

this one had been working up until today's demonstration. it was a highly pressurized container that, when detonated, would slowly disperse in the air and corrode everything except the metal blocks you coated in the other substance that would negate its effects, cancel out the reaction and subsequently keep the bearers intact. however, something seemed to have happened and the bearers were very much not intact.

you were now stripped of the protective gear, walking in the toxic chemicals freely like it was a breath of fresh air. the colonels and officials gawked at you from behind their protective screen, to which you snapped out of your fury and chuckled, seeming almost embarrassed. you didn't know which ones were up to date on abilities, but you decided that it wasn't your job to explain to them that you have the gift of immunity to toxic substances. the suit was a decoration, more than anything, designed to be worn by the rest of your team who were sulking behind you at the disappointing results.

"[_____], knock it off," one of them placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to bring you back to reality. "we were monitoring the conditions, so we'll just have to take a look to see what caused the error."

you scowled, not wanting to admit that they were right. with a shrug to get rid of their hand, you excused yourself and walked over to the pressurized door that separated you from your clients. you threw it open, your clothes starting to fray at the exposure (quite slowly, given that your sweat was doing a pretty good job at protecting them from the chemicals), and stormed inside. the man who'd initially approached you for this job - a nameless colonel, a man whose face you could barely remember - was walking away, disappointed. you didn't like the feeling of failure, but this added insult to injury.

yet, you barely had a choice to follow him and explain that this was a one-off, that your process and methodology was sound and would be peer-reviewed if it wasn't highly politicized and you could publish your work. you left everyone behind as you walked the hallways of the facility to find him.

of course the place was a maze. every hallway looked identical, every door and every room the same and god forbid you put a map somewhere. soon enough, the layout had engulfed you whole and there was nothing you could do to stop it except continue walking and hope you would get out, never mind find the admiral.

you caught a glimpse of a strongly built man, tuffs of white sprouting out the back of his head and you called out to get his attention, given that the way he was walking made it appear that he knew where he was going. he turned around; it was a living legend.

a chance encounter led to you babbling like a fan girl about how incredible the fukuchi ochi was, and he seemed to be enjoying the praise because he walked you down to his office and offered you hard liquor at 2 in the afternoon. you told him that alcohol didn't affect you (your body treated it like a toxic substance and isolated it from your system), but he thought you were exaggerating and challenged you to a drink-off. your day was already ruined from what had just happened, and you figured that this kind of opportunity doesn't come around every day.

you told yourself that it didn't matter and pulled yourself a seat with a grin.

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turns out you were one lucky bastard.

even though you clearly beat him at his challenge, he seemed to take a liking to your spirit and heard you out when you explained your current situation. he must've made some calls or talked to some people, because your funding had not only not vanished the next day, but you were told it was tripling. you had a hard time convincing your coworkers that you didn't give the admiral one hell of a blowjob to make this happen.

you didn't dare venture through the facility and risk being locked out in an area where you didn't have clearance, so you just politely asked around for fukuchi's location in order to properly thank him.

it took a while, but you were told to head to some kind of training grounds at the back of the building. the place itself was mostly underground, given that most of the research happening was highly classified or highly controversial, so you were slightly surprised to find out people actually used the first floor. your clearance didn't let you get in, but you laundered around the door pretending to be on a phone call long enough for someone who did have clearance to open it and be careless enough to let you waltz in behind them.

once you reached what amounted to the backyard of the government facility, you saw fukuchi sitting down lazily, a hand waving around messily while he energetically said something at the two men who were doing alternating pull ups on a bar and a little girl who was doing one-handed push ups while smiling widely at him.

you stepped outside, a little uncertain of what you were intruding on given that it seemed like they were soldiers, but the entire group seemed to be painfully unorganized. despite this, you were set on thanking the old man for what he did, so you took another step.

a man was running towards you on the left, the sweat dripping down his arms and face signaling that he's been running for a long time, and you only heard his footsteps too late. he was zoned in and you were zoned out; your bodies collided and soon enough you were laying on the ground while he teetered on one foot and managed not to follow you downwards.

however, he looked pissed. "who the fuck are you?" he held his hand out, and a pistol levitated from who knows where to snap into his grasp, then pointed at your face.

an ability user. you put your hands up in a sign of innocence, reaching to your government id and pass to explain to him that you worked here and were just looking to talk to fukuchi in regards to your project. he didn't seem convinced.

"look," you sighed, slowly getting yourself up and dusting off the dirt from your clothes, "I didn't mean to run into you, so why don't you just let me walk on over there and talk to the guy?"

he glared at you as you did, and the other three soldiers (you presumed they were, even though you couldn't explain the little girl) noticed your presence and gave you about the same reaction as the redhead did. you regretted coming here, and told yourself that you would just thank fukuchi and get the hell out of here.

you waved at him cautiously, and began to thank him for getting you your funding.

he didn't know who the hell you were.

you knew he was drunk, but it was a logical assumption that he would at least remember your face vaguely, or would've made those calls while sober. apparently this wasn't logical, and right now you were ready to evaporate into the atmosphere and never return.

your brows were furrowed in confusion, and you stammered your way out while trying not to provoke the other people watching you. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you... ahem... hey, how's it going... I'm just gonna walk 'round ya ahah... uh... sorry..."

you ran out nervously before the redhead could point his gun at you again.

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"oh my god, it was awful," you blabbered to your colleagues, recounting the story in vivid detail while burying your face in your palms and bending your torso onto the table. you had a chalkboard up with your new data, and screens were displaying models and atomic structures, since you were three days after the disastrous demonstration and still couldn't figure out what went wrong. "he looked at me like he'd never seen me in his life."

"you sure you didn't just hallucinate the whole encounter?" someone snickered, and you threw your empty coffee cup at them.

"yeah, it happens to me all the time when I forget to sleep for a few days. trust me, it's a sign of greatness."

"oh, shut up," you chuckled, glad you were taking your mind off of things. you all collectively decided to pick up another project in the meantime to show that you were indeed real engineers and could actually do your jobs properly. it was some kind of rocket launching mechanism, and you couldn't do your part until the basic concepts were made so you were just lounging around with the rest of your team, making paper airplanes and throwing them around.

so, you were doing absolutely nothing when the same man from yesterday walked in through the door.

he was wearing a uniform, unlike previously when he was wearing some more breathable clothes for training. he wasn't sweaty and breathing heavily either; in fact, he seemed to clean up quite well. you barely registered his face last time given the circumstances, but it didn't take very long for your posture to fix up and for you to try and fluff your hair in a reflexive response to how nice he looked. the solider seemed to be evaluating the room, your coworkers and you, then cleared his throat.

"your id said you worked in the weapons manufacturing division," he stated as some kind of greeting. you shot looks to the people sitting next to you, who got the hint that this was the guy you were talking about from before. you smiled at him as to not seem like you were guilty of something.

"yeah, I'm [_____]," you restated, hesitating between getting up and offered him your hand or just staying where you were. the latter felt safer, and you just gave him a short introduction of your team and what you did. "once again, I didn't mean to barge in yesterday, it was a misunderstanding. sorry about that."

he shook his head, a little relieved once he confirmed that you weren't some kind of spy or something. you noticed that he was a little more mellowed out while in uniform, almost like he was just angry yesterday because of all the running he did. you stared a bit too long at his features and let him say something you barely registered, turning around to leave.

your body acted alone and you sprouted up to your feet to follow him. "wait, your clearance isn't going to work here, let me-"

the door unclicked on its own and he shot you a coy smirk before leaving.

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your leg bounced nervously as you sat down at an empty desk in an office that wasn't yours. weeks had passed, and the admiral was starting to value your team a bit more now that you had a few concept designs that proved valuable. for some reason, though, he called only you to come and meet him face to face.

that was nearly 30 minutes ago.

you didn't care much for punctuality, but people like him typically did so why on earth were you waiting so long? you couldn't leave, not when you had no idea what the meeting was about. so, you waited patiently and tried your very best not to explode out of your skin.

finally, a knock at the door that was ajar behind you. your head whipped around, and it wasn't the man you were expecting.

"commander fukuchi," you stated, shocked. "I thought my meeting was with..."

he laughed heartily as he took a seat, throwing himself onto the chair so vigorously you thought it would snap in half. "oh, don't mind him. I was told that since I left such a strong recommendation for you, I should hand-deliver this message."

you addressed the first part before the second. "you were told, sir? so you really don't recall us drinking together in your office?"

he laughed again, and you smelled the faint sweetness of alcohol on his tongue. figures. "another thing you shouldn't worry about, [_____]. I'm sure I meant what I said," he added with a nonchalant wave of his hand in the air.

trying not to let your 'don't meet your heroes' moment show too much, you mimicked his laugh and asked the second part of your question. "you mentioned hand-delivering a message?"

the message was actually an assignment: his military division called the hunting dogs were having trouble with their transportation pods. you thought this meant they had a car or something that was totaled, but no, it was an actual transportation pod. he led you out of the room to bring you up to some hangar where you saw the metal contraptions.

he did a really bad job at explaining how they worked, but the concept felt pretty self explanatory when you inspected it. fukuchi told you that some higher-ups are on his back to stop destroying these every mission, and he admitted with a chuckle and rub of the back of his neck that he and his subordinates don't take very well to having it malfunction.

you told him that you would take a look at it, and he burped as an affirmation and strolled out rather happy.

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the project lasted a few weeks.

it was a hinge and wiring problem, things anyone with half a brain could fix in less than a day, but something stupid happened on your first day walking into the hangar to take a look at it.

the man from before was there.

he didn't seem like he wanted to be here, but it was just him so you assumed he was here on some kind of assignment, just like you. you greeted him with the same smile at the previous time, and he didn't bother to return it. he explained that he was here to help you get this thing fixed.

"are you... an engineer?" you raised a brow, careful with your words given that you knew nothing about him except that he was part of the deadliest military division in the country.

his reaction was hard to decipher, a scoff accompanying it when he flicked his wrist upwards and the transportation pod floated up in the air. "no, that's why I'm here."

ferrokinesis. you'd be lying if you said the ease with which he controlled such a large mass wasn't impressive, but it wasn't your place to irritate him even more by talking. you nodded an apology then got back to assessing the device.

you asked him to flip it onto its side, and he did. after you asked, you paused, realizing you still didn't have a name to call him. tachihara, he told you. your lips curled up and you told him that it was nice to finally put a name to his face.

the next day, you tried to speak with him more as you took down measurements in order to create the model and reprint the defective parts. only, he didn't seem to want to talk to you about himself at all, and you hit a dead end.

you kept trying.

it was a mission within a mission, a side quest to this assignment if you will, but you were determined to get to know him. you considered every time you got him to mildly chuckle to be a huge victory, and every word he said was another point for you. you still spent every other day working with your team on the defective toxic gas device, but this project was hand-delivered to you by a man who didn't give you a deadline or a budget, so you considered it a freebie to do anything you want for as long as you wanted. you decided just to redesign the entre thing, and the bonus of spending time with tachihara made it even sweeter.

instead of flat out asking him on a date, you settled for hanging out in the huge hangar, just you and him for hours. he admitted once that it was a nice break from all the weirdos in the hunting dogs, and you just laughed and told him that you liked the little escape too. sometimes you got him to give you feedback about your designs since he would be using these pods, and other times you just tried to scooch your body as close as possible to him while he told you about his most interesting spy missions.

by the time you couldn't stretch out the project any further, you got him to bend the metal plaques into the final shapes you needed and decided that maybe you really should ask him out.

you didn't. you just dropped the final designs onto the desk of your boss and went home regretting your decision.

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you and your team finally got your device to work.

it was something about the concentration, about how you failed to account for the room pressure and how it would vary with the consumption of one substance into another, and you felt triumphant when, this time, you left your protective suit on and watched certain blocks of metal stay intact while others melted into nothingness. you walked over to the ones that were dissolving to run your fingers through it, what was once solid turning into butter as you raked your fingers through it. you gave your coworkers, who were watching from behind the screen this time, a thumbs up which they barely caught from the way they were jumping up and down and hugging each other from glee. the government officials seemed impressed, and it was hard not to burst from the feeling of pride at your success.

they greeted you once you traversed from one side to the other, telling you just how much this will serve the country and save millions. honestly, you knew that they couldn't care less about saving millions, and so did you; you were just happy your product worked.

you were even happier when you saw tachihara watching the entire thing from the corner, smirking at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

almost floating over to him, you asked him about a thousand questions about why he was here, how he knew that you'd be here, what he thought of the demonstration and if he'd want to go out on a date with you.

you had a whole lot of wins that day, but the one that had you smiling into your pillow that night was a three letter word.

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"sssh, shut up, we're gonna get caught!"

you giggled even as you sealed his mouth shut with the palm of your hand, bodies pressed up against each other as you hid inside a janitor's closet.

tachihara was showing you around the entire facility, since you kept asking him about how he had clearance to go anywhere and everywhere without needing a badge. the first date, you took him out, but ever since then he's been showing you spots around the facility that no one ever goes to, ranging from the inaccessible roof to a very sketchy basement spot in which he said privacy was needed before kissing you for hours on end.

this time, you were venturing around a spot where neither of you were allowed and you'd heard footsteps coming from around the corner. you pulled him with you into the closet and could barely contain all of your giggles. he whispered that you were doing this on purpose, and you just pressed a kiss to his forehead as a response.

"you know," you said softly while waiting for the footsteps to disappear, "I never asked how the pods went."

"oh, teruko and tecchou destroyed it anyways," he chuckled. "you were given an impossible task, we all knew it from the start."

"well, thanks for letting me know now," you giggled and your hands rested gently at his hips.

you never thought you'd fall in love for any of the heartless government pawns that worked in the building, but no one could build a weapon so powerful over your heart than him.

[bxllxtrix]

bellatrix lestrange. twenty-eight. resurrected. wraiths. styx

a serpent coiled in the dark, you are poison and hunger, born to devour and be devoured — but there is something hollow beneath the fury, something cold that no inferno can touch. your name is carved into history like a curse, a hymn to destruction sung in whispered tones by the broken and the brave. the ghosts of your bloodline walk beside you, their whispers filling the silence — a mother’s fierce pride, a father’s unyielding will, a legacy that chokes and chains you even as you revel in its weight — they have all made their home in your marrow.

lovingly penned by cee

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I love the fact that I'm so small that no matter how strong I am compared to myself, I still have no chance against a bigger person (aka normal sized people) and they can do to me whatever they want <3

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y/nnorizz.jpg i shall prove to be the superior norris with a superior jgp account, with a SUPERIOR photographer

lando EXCUSE ME? THE JPG IS MINE

↪y/nnorizz.jpg mine now tehehehe

madisonbeer have my babies pls n thx xxxx

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ill have to ask my photographer if thats allowed

↪madisonbeer fuck the patriarchy and have my children newayz

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ill be fucking somebody

↪lando there are children on this app (its me. i am children)

alexalbon what happened to being a norizz sibling? you kept having lily giggle at her phone

↪y/nnorizz.jpg not my fault im hotter than you albono🤷‍♀️

↪lilymhe im sorry alex but id leave you for her

↪alexalbon LILY?

↪y/nnorizz.jpg HA

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y/nnorizz.jpg my photographer said i should fuck him and not the patriarchy 😔 sooooo appreciation post for my wife (and a small one for my photographer bcs IM HOT)

madisonbeer your photographer sounds toxic 🫤

↪y/nnorizz.jpg he very much is after last nught

↪madisonbeer ABSOLUTELY NO WAY YOU GOT DICKED DOWN SO GOOD YOU CANT TYPE

↪y/nnorizz.jpg IT WAS ONE WORD. MIND OUT OF GUTTER PLS N THX

user78 oscar?????? what are you doing here??????

↪user46 y/ns been in the garage A LOT, her and oscar are bound to have met considering lando brings her everywhere

lilymhe we should escape our toxic photographers and have a throuple @.y/nnorizz.jpg @.madisonbeer

↪y/nnorizz.jpg yesssss

↪madisonbeer shell get dicked down again

↪alexalbon were having a discussion about yu being in love with y/n

↪y/nnorizz.jpg im a very loveable person

↪lilymhe TOXIC. PHOTOGRAPHER.

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y/nnorizz.jpg guys my photographer said i could launch him

lando i dont approve

↪y/nnorizz.jpg stop being a sore loser xx

↪lando never enter my vicinity again

↪y/nnorizz.jpg big word for someone who didnt get their gcse's

↪lando big attitude for someone who wrote a song abt wanting to fuck someone, but hasnt told the public who they wrote it about

↪y/nnorizz.jpg get off my page you hater

↪lando i quite like it here now

↪y/nnorizz.jpg everybody point and laugh

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↪lilymhe 🫵😂

↪alexalbon 🫵😂

↪maxfewtrell 🫵😂

maxfewtrell it's okay y/n i wont bully you unlike somebody

↪y/nnorizz.jpg love ya maxie xx

↪maxfewtrell a??? public??? display??? of??? affection??? ew.

↪y/nnorizz.jpg kys xx

↪maxfewtrell youre in my suicide letter

user78 OSCARS HERE AGAIN

↪user46 ill let you cook this time

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y/nnorizz.jpg its my photographers birthday today!!!!!!!!!! happy birthday to my love, i wish i could say im sorry for the birthday muffin idea but im rlly not xx

thank you for putting up with me and taking FIRE photos whilst your at it. i have decided to share MY photos of you (plus one of me you took last night bcs your photography skills still need to outshine my brothers)

i love you endlessly my koala! (i WATCHED cricket with him the other day. i understood NOTHING. but i watched)

now. ahem. the last four photos.

1. HIS LITTLE NONCHALANT BITCHASS RESPONSE TO THIS NEW DRESS I GOT. LIKE WTH I LOOKED HOT AND I GET A THUMBS UP????

2. idk you look like a gremlin and im here for it

3. this is the face of a man whos listened to me complain the entire hike, just fo rme to say i wanted to go back and get more photos the second we went down

4. he heard my voice in the corridor and poked out with a DEVIOUS looking grin

oscarpiastri i love you endlessly, my little hedgehog (emphasis on the little)

↪y/nnorizz.jpg its only a head difference. calm urself down b4 i kill you in your sleep xx

↪oscarpiastri where else would you find a man willing to hike ALL the way back so you can take some photos?

↪y/nnorizz.jpg point has been considered

↪oscarpiastri i also gave you a much better reaction to that dress in person. you looked beautiful love

↪y/nnorizz.jpg you dont fight fair

↪oscarpiastri you lock yourself in the bathroom until you get your way

↪y/nnorizz.jpg you??? let??? me??? i??? never??? lock??? the??? door???

↪oscarpiastri you're watching cricket tonight

↪y/nnorizz.jpg wth man

madisonbeer i shall find my own photographer considering piastri stole mine

↪oscarpiastri SHE made the FIRST MOVE

↪madisonbeer shed never betray me like that

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ...

↪madisonbeer throwing your stuff into a firepit as we speak xxx

lando this doesnt prove you have a better jpg

↪y/nnorizz.jpg yes it does tf i have osc and youve js got your ugly ass

↪lando im not ugly and you know it

↪y/nnorizz.jpg sir you are my brother. please stop.

[youreverydayfangirl]

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO

pairing: max verstappen x singer reader

summary: the one where she's gone radio silent, everyone settles down and someone begins to plot revenge

warning: online hate, mentions of cheating

a/n: i thought i should switch between real life and online so i could feed you guys more

face claim: sabrina carpenter

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y/nsprivate healing with my girls

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thatoneartgirlalex what are friends for???

-> y/nsprivate I THOUGH JUST BEING HOT TBH

keekslikestospammmm and you better get your cute but downstairs cause we're going out

-> y/nsprivate OKAYY GIVE ME TWO SECONDS

leosfather GO QUEEN

-> y/nsprivate alex is training you i see

livbereallydumb SMASH SMASH SMASH

-> y/nsprivate me whenever i see you

itssabrinaaa YOU DON'T NEED NO TINY DICK MAN AND SKANKY FRIEND

-> y/nsprivate 😭😭😭

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Y/n felt a small smile creep up across her face as she went to turn off her phone. She looked up at the warm sun which had begun to set, casting a golden glow along the beach infront of her. The peaceful quiet of the beach was a sharp contrast to the chaos and heartache she had left behind. Still, it had been hard to stay in the moment and she often found her mind drifting back to everything that had happened. Something that seemed to play over and over in her head. Although it seemed everyone else had moved on.

She'd barely touched her phone, forced to reinvent herself and tune out what others had kept saying about her. The whispers, the hate and the betrayal had gone with a swipe of her finger. But the sting of it lingered, a wound that refused to heal.

She quickly grabbed her stuff and shoved it in the bag which lay beside her feet as her mind went to the two girls who were currently waiting in the lobby. They had been rocks for her through this whole ordeal. The trip was supposed to be a fresh start for y/n, a place to forget, but somethings weren't so easily buried.

Y/n hadn't been able to fully trust anyone since exbsf had turned her life upside down. The breakup, the voice recording, it was all too perfect.

Revenge is what had kept circling through Y/ns mind over the past few months. A lot of people had hurt her, turned against her, but their was one person specifically that Y/n kept thinking about. Maybe she wasn’t healing just yet. Maybe she was plotting her rise.

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y/nsprivate not even sad anymore guys, just really mad tbh

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thatoneartgirlalex AND AS YOU SHOULD YOU CLOCK EM

-> y/nsprivate you know i will

keekslikestospamm NEW SONG YOU BETTER SHOW US SOON

-> y/nsprivate trust me i will

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Y/n found her self sitting infront of the piano for the first time since everything had come out. She hadn't wanted to, because that would mean that it was real.

But after pushing from both Alex and Kika, the girl finally felt like she was in a spot were she could poor out her feelings. But something felt different this time, she had never felt this angry before.

She sat at her desk, the sunset infront of her casted a shadow across her face. Her notebook was open, was scribbled sharply expressing her inner turmoil. She tapped her pen on her desk, staring at the page infront of her, one line sticking out specifically.

All I think about is karma.

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landonorris my gorgeous girl

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thatoneartgirlalex and happy to see it

-> y/nsprivate stop i love you so much

keekslikestospammmm i can still through hands though right?

-> y/nsprivate KEEKS NO

leosfather as your honorary big brother i could not be prouder to see how much you've grown as a person

-> y/nsprivate CHARLIE STOP

livbereallydumb I JUST WANNA GIVE YOU A BIG HUG

-> y/nsprivate you saw me yesterday....

itssabrinaaa livbereallydumb wanna come to portofino with me for no specific reason

-> livbereallydumb already on the flight babes

-> y/nsprivate YOU GUYS BETTER NOT BE KIDDING RIGHT NOW ASSHHH

-> itssabrinaaa SUPRISE

-> livbereallydumb we wanted to make it a bigger thing then realised we dont really know where to go and we dont speak italian

-> itssabrinaaa didnt think that one through 100%

-> y/nsprivate 😭😭😭

TWO WEEKS LATER

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im trying to make the parts longer cause i feel like there too short

also do you guys like the switch i feel like i wanna give you guys more than just short SMAU chpaters

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What if Leo found out that Y/n was transferring money to another person named like "Alec" and immediately assumes they have a second sugarbaby...only to discover that its Y/ns nephew or smth

I absolutely adore your writing by the way!!

Ooooo

Yandere sugar husband

Yandere sugar baby who went through your computer again while you were gone getting breakfast and he found money being transferred into another account that wasn’t his.

Yandere sugar baby who sobbed and quickly dug through everything to get all the information about the guy, printing out a picture and shoving it in your face immediately when you got back.

“Who’s the whore??!” He sobbed angry not caring about the word’s coming out of his mouth.

“Wha- Leo calm down..” you had to take a step back because he was like a tornado right now.

“You’re cheating on me with another sugar baby?!” “N-no what are you talking about?”

He showed you the picture, he had a pout on his lips as he spoke.

“Who’s this then? Why are you sending them money??” You glanced at the picture, it was your nephew.

“Baby…that’s my nephew…I’m sending him money because he just had a baby and babies are expensive…” oh. OHHHHH.

he immediately stopped crying and just stood there zoned out. He looked like an old computer rebooting.

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“I’m sorry,,! I- I didn’t mean to not trust you-UU!! Sorry sorry sorry..” he sobbed apologizing and hugging you. He didn’t want you to hate him because he didn’t trust you once.

You awkwardly patted his back breaking the fourth wall and looking into an invisible camera with a help me look

Thank you XD Request open for talking as well.

[astars-things]

Can you write a fic where Lando and Hughes sister!reader are at the lake house with the brothers and Quinn invites this girl and she’s like all over lando and flirting with him and lando is like completely oblivious to the fact that she’s hardcore flirting with him until you start giving him the silent treatment and it ends in a big fight.

Also, sorry if your name is Abby it was the first name that popped into my head

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You knew when someone was using you to get to your brothers, it happened more times than you would like to admit, but when a girl was using your brother Quinn to get to your boyfriend Lando, it was a different story. Ever since you were introduced to her, you had a gut feeling about her, but couldn't figure it out.  

"Hey y/n/n, when is Lando getting here? Abby wants to know," Quinn asked, popping his head into the kitchen where you were cutting up some fruit, you and Lando had travelled here separately, as Lando needed to go to MTC for a fitting. "Umm, let me check", you muttered, pulling out your phone to check Landos' life 360 location. This whole thing felt weird. Ever since Jack asked you last night if Lando was coming to the lake house, Abby has been constantly around you and constantly bringing Lando into every conversation. 

 You opened Life360, the little circle with Lando’s face moving along the road "He is about 20 minutes away", you said, trying your hardest not to let out an eye roll. Quinn grinned and ducked back out, probably off to tell her. Again. You tried to act like it didn't bother you because you just wanted to be a good little sister, but the feeling in your stomach wasn't going away anytime soon. 

You noticed Abby and Quinn outside, cuddled together on the couch, which meant you got a couple of minutes with your boyfriend alone. When Lando finally arrived, you met him on the porch. His grin was wide and dimpled, arms open as he swept you into a hug that lifted you off your feet.

"There’s my girl," he murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head. For a moment, you let yourself melt into him, breathing in the comfort of his hoodie and the way his hands found your waist like second nature. You both walked into the house so Lando could put his stuff away, as you walked through the house, you could hear her annoying voice "Quinny can you introduce me" 

"Give him a minute to settle in, then sure I can introduce you" Quinn said oblivious to the fact that his situationship is clearly crushing on Lando, you rolled your eyes before making your way downstairs again, Lando had dropped his arm from around your waist to go say his to the boys "Yo Lando this is my girl Abby, Abby this is Lando Y/ns' boyfriend" Quinn said casually,  completely unaware of the storm brewing behind your calm expression. Lando, being a gentleman, smiled and extended a hand. "Nice to meet you." 

Abby, unfortunately, ignored his hand entirely and went in for a hug, a full-body, two-arms-around-his-neck kind of hug. You blinked. "OMG, finally! I've heard so much about you," she gushed, practically melting into him. "You’re even cuter in person." 

You couldn’t believe it. The audacity of this girl to be all over your boyfriend while standing next to your brother. And Lando, God bless his sweet, oblivious soul, just laughed awkwardly, gently pulling away and glancing around, clearly uncomfortable but not quite sure what to do.

You caught Jack’s eye across the room. He raised a brow like, Are you seeing this? You gave him the slightest nod, then turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen. If you stayed any longer, you were going to say something that would get you in serious trouble with Quinn. The group had made there way out to the lake, while you stood in the kitchen doing some breathing exercises.  

Once you were calm enough you went out and rejoined the group. You were sitting on the dock with Jack, you both had this twin thing were you could communicate just using your eyes which was good for the fact that Abby and Quinn were around you right now, "So y/n how long have you and Lando been together" Abby asked putting on a fake sweet tone "Just over 3 years" you muttered. You looked over at Jack who was looking at you then at abby then back to you asking silently "should we drown her". 

You giggled a little and laid your head on Jacks shoulder "Tempting," you whispered under your breath, only loud enough for him to hear. Abby didn’t seem to notice. Or care. She was still smiling that plastic smile, twisting a piece of her hair around her finger like she was in a rom-com from 2006. "It must be hard though," she said, blinking wide innocent eyes. "Dating someone so popular." 

You looked at her trying to understand why she was saying this infront of her situationship and also your twin brother "I mean, with all the fans and girls throwing themselves at him," she continued casually. "Do you ever, like… worry that he’s cheated on you or something?" You blinked at her, contemplating whether or not to drown her in the lake and make it look like an accident. "Hey Abby" Quinn called out which made abby get up and follow, both Jack and you look at each other with shock written all over your faces 

By the time game night rolled around you thought that maybe Abby would back off picking quinn as her partner but oh how you were wrong "Can I be your partner, Lando?" she asked sweetly, resting a hand on his arm. "You’re like, the best at games. I want to win!" That was it. You didn’t say anything. Not a single word. You just turned around and walked straight out of the living room, down the hall, and into the guest room you were sharing with Lando. 

soon after Lando walked into the room "babe whats going on" He cooed making his way towards you. You let out a sharp breath. "Are you seriously asking me that? You didn’t notice the way Abby’s been all over you since you got here?" Lando blinked, confused. "She's just being friendly no?" Lando questioned 

"Friendly? the fact that she’s been all over you since the second you arrived! She hugged you like she’s known you for years, had the audacity to ask if I ever worry about you cheating on me. And she asked you to be your partner for game night while quinn was right there" You let out so over the fact that this random girl has been all over your boyfriend while being somewhat in a relationship with your brother. His mouth opened, then shut again, realization slowly dawning in his eyes.  

"You’re right. I should’ve shut it down. I should’ve noticed. I just I hate drama. And I guess I was trying so hard not to be rude, I forgot who I should’ve been protecting." Lando said his voice full of guilt. You blinked fast, trying to make the tears away. You hated crying during arguments. Lando stepped closer, slower this time, until he was right in front of you.

"I love you," he said softly. You hesitated, then finally let him pull you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was afraid you might disappear. "You want to hide away in here and just cuddle?" Lando questioned, already knowing your answer, you nodded your head. You both jumped into bed, wrapping your limbs around each other.

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬...Is Way Too Complicated [2]

SUMMARY y/n finds a solution to her ex coming back into the picture- one that involves her best friend and a fake relationship...

(multiple face claims) (pt 1. here) (fluff, tiny angst if you squint)

2 days later, and neither Y/n nor Oscar had made any progress on acknowledging their feelings. Even the internet and gossip columns knew more about it then each other….

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➥︎ landonorris: holy your cooked mate

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➥︎ landonorris : YOUR THE ONE BEING FUCKING OBVIOUS *comment deleted*

➥︎ landonorris: @ oscarpiastri do it I can’t take this anymore

➥︎ y/nusername: @ landonorris onto something or on something???

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Imessages- Oscar's POV

A walk around the paddock in good ol’ Austin Texas on Qualifying day was enough to make any sane person feel dizzy.

The heat! Oh god, the heat was terrible on the Saturday of qualifying. y/n felt like the sun was somehow targeting her directly. Her skin was hot to the touch and her hairline was sweaty.

The only thing rivaling the southern sun was the people. Imagine standing in 100F degree weather and then add in hundreds of thousands of people.

The American flag was everywhere, flying above, on posters, or plastered to sweaty skin and paired with the smallest shorts possible.

This race was definitely one of the most stress inducing for any guest.

Y/n wasn’t just any guest though. No, she had a past with this track. This town. It was something she swore she’d never return to after what happened. However, this time is different and she is a changed woman.

After all, she has Oscar.

imessges- Y/Ns POV

When y/n tapped on Oscar’s location it opened up to the Mclaren hospitality. Thank god she knew where that was.

After getting through crowds of people and the security, she finally reached the main entry. There, she saw Oscar on his phone, at the other side of the room. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes: he was wearing his racing suit tied around his waist (y/n’s favorite race look), and his messy hair was tucked into an orange cap with his number. Y/n was definitely staring, but she couldn’t pull her eyes from his side profile and how the sun was shining right on him from the window. Thankfully, he never looked up from his phone and caught y/n ogling him.

Then, before walking over to him, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention: standing a few feet away from Oscar, was y/n’s latest heartbreak.

What the hell is he doing at McLaren?

Her ex had a pair of Mclaren garage headphones on, and was animatedly talking with an engineer. When he turned to the side to face the screens, she caught sight of a VIP Guest Access Pass hanging from his neck.

Y/n immediately backed out of the room, before her ex could see her. She walked fast, and kept going straight ahead, too afraid to look back.

Eventually y/n pushed open a nearby door to a- thankfully- empty meeting room.

She exhaled a relieved breath and locked the door behind her. She slid her back down the door and cringed at the memory of him resurfacing.

She was so overwhelmed with the sight of her ex because the wound was still fresh- she hadn’t actually seen him in person since he dumped her over the phone like an asshole. Instead of sadness or anxiety, y/n felt mostly angry.

Angry at her ex and the memories... but mostly angry at how she was reacting. This whole coming-back-to-F1 thing was supposed to help her, not make her panic.

She sat by the door for a few more seconds and counted her breaths until she was ready to go out again. She tried to let her mind clear and let in some more calming thoughts. The thought about her love of F1, her family, and how she has other people that care about her. Like Oscar...

Oscar!

Y/n suddenly remembered that she just left him back there and he was probably waiting for her.

After counting to about 30-something, to quickly regain confidence, she stood up, smoothed her jean skirt, and opened the door.

“Y/n!” In front of her was not an empty hallway but her closest friend who she was about to go find. “I, uh, I saw run out and go in here,” Oscar said while tilting his head to look behind her into the empty room, probably wondering why she was in there.

Oscar looked back and his eyes settled on y/n again. He blatantly gave her a once-over, looking her up and down-he was both making sure she was ok and partially checking her out. She was wearing cowboy boots, a short jean skirt that showed off her legs, and most importantly- a McLaren shirt.

He cleared his throat, remembering where they were, and spoke again. “Are you ok?” Oscar's face changed into one of concern where he squinted his eyes a bit. Y/n almost smiled at how cute it was.

Y/n felt heat go to her cheeks at the intrusive thought.

She really didn't want to talk about everything right now, so she decided to just play it off. “Yeah, of course I’m ok, it’s qualifying and you, my friend is about to get pole!” She put her arm through his and walked together away from the empty room.

She was trying to seem as unfazed as possible and change the subject, but Oscar could see through her mask.

“Y/n…” Oscar gave her a pointed look and stopped them again in the middle of the hallway. His eye contact almost made it seem like he was looking through her- like he could see everything she was thinking. “Come on, give me more credit than that," he spoke softly.

“Really, Osc. I’m good, I just needed to take a break from the billions of naked people.” Y/n answered with a gentle smile and joking laugh, pushing down a random thought about how Oscar's eyes were so easy to drown in.

Oscar took his hand off of y/n and grimaced. “Ok first of all, that’s a horrible image to put in my mind, second of all, there are a few topless people but no one's naked. Then…” He became suddenly distracted by something behind her.

A man he's seen walking around Mclaren was weirdly staring at them, or more specifically at y/n.

“Third of all?” y/n continued for him, breaking his trance. Oscar shook his head like he was erasing a thought.

“Third of all….” Oscar began again and smiled big. “You are shit at lying.”

“Ughh.” Y/n put her head down in defeat. She moved closer to Oscar and rested her head on his chest.

Oscar smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. However, while her head was in his chest, Oscar took a second glance at the man down the hall. He was gone now, no longer standing where he once was, but, to Oscar, something seemed... off about him.

“Can we go to your driver’s room and talk?” y/n suggested, tilting her head up to face him. Oscar looked down at her, nodded and then released her so they could walk back.

imessages- Y/N's POV

A few minutes later, Oscar pulled up in his sleek McLaren. From his driver seat, he saw Y/N wating for him at the door. She was standing with her arms wrapped around her waist, hugging herself. Thoughts of how he wished he could hold her and keep her warm flew to the front of Oscar's mind. He thought about how cuddly she looked in her sweats and hoodie.

Oscar looked away and furrowed his eyebrows at the realization of where his mind had just wandered to.

He his cleared throat into the silence of his car and tried to clear his mind of the now burning unfriendly thoughts about cuddling Y/n.

When looked back through his car window, he found y/n to be walking toward his car, having spotted him.

She quietly situated herself in the low car and waited for Oscar to start driving. He knew that she was overwhelmed (well technically she told him directly) but he could see it in her actions as well. Her ex showing up was really bothering her, and this, in turn, was bothering Oscar.

How could anyone hurt her willingly? And worse, how could any one hurt her and expect to be accepted again?

‘She deserves more. She deserves so so much more’ Oscar thought to himself.

Silently, Oscar drove Y/N to the icecream shop down the road. Once they reached they’re destination, Y/N smiled and unbuckled her seatbelt.

Y/n wasn’t in the mood to talk, but she hoped that Oscar knew just how much she appreciated him. He was always there for her. Anywhere. For everything and anything- he was there.

Then, suddenly, breaking both Oscar and Y/n’s thought process and they got out, was someone yelling from down the street.

“Y/n! Is that you?” Now walking towards them, was none other than y/n’s ex- the guy one from the VIP Mclaren area earlier.

He just couldn’t get a hint and Y/n was so tired of trying to push him back away. She rolled her eyes and hugged herself again. “You left me so easily months ago, why can’t you fuck off again!” Y/n yelled with newfound anger at seeing him again.

Any sane person would take a hint at a girl like y/n yelling at them, but this guy was just not leaving. “Y/n please i just want to talk! I know your mad…” He got closer and closer to them, walking up to Y/n.

“No! There’s nothing to talk about! You broke up with me and i’m finally accepting it. Please let me be.”

“But how can you-“ Y/n’s ex tried to speak but Oscar cut him off this time.

“How can she? Mate, I heard about what you did and even I want you to leave.” Oscar stood next to Y/n, and folded his arms.

To any outsider, Oscar was definitely “puffing his chest” and being protective but Y/n was of course oblivious to this.

“What? Dude just leave this is between me and her” The ex tried to speak again.

“i don’t think so, man. She said fuck off.” Oscar turned to Y/n and asked her. “You said fuck off, right?”

Y/n didn’t know if he actually wanted her to reply or not so she just nodded and watched them argue.

“See.” Oscar pointed at her nod. “FUCK OFF!”

Then, suddenly, in a span of maybe 5 seconds, flashing cameras blinded the trio’s vision.

“Shit!” “What the-“

Y/n covered her eyes with a hand, both blocking the flash and her identity. Actually, it was probably too late anyways, since the cameras definitely caught Oscar yelling at her ex.

That photo will definitely be on the front of the next drama magazine.

Oscar carefully pushed her into the passenger side of the car and got in as well, trying to get away.

Wherever her ex ran off to when the paparazzi showed up, the cameras didn’t seem to care. All -6?- cameras we’re still surrounding the Mclaren, trying to get photos.

Oscar shut his eyes tight and leaned his head back on the headrest, sick of the stress of paparazzi. Next to him, however, instead of stress, y/n was thinking:

Earlier, while she was waiting for Oscar to pick her up, Y/n was thinking about any possible solution to get her ex and the media off of her back. He was obsessive and he wasn’t leaving without force.

One idea was if she simply moved on faster and just started dating someone.

If she was taken, her ex couldn’t bother her, right? Because then she’d be “off limits” and her ex would have to give up. If she had a boyfriend, the media would also probably give up since the drama would be over. Win-Win.

Now, as the paparazzi moved to the front of the car to get a better picture of the duo, Y/n had the craziest idea.

“Oscar!” Y/n didn’t mean to yell but her mind was going a hundred miles an hour and she didn’t want to miss this chance.

Oscar’s eyes shot open and he looked around like something was wrong. “WHAT?! what? what’s wrong- why are you yelling!”

“nothing, just please listen really fast.” y/n was definitely going to regret this.

“Now?!”

“YES!” Y/n fully turned towards him and spoke fast.

“I had an idea of how to get my ex and the media to stop bothering me, and it includes just getting into a new relationship-“ she shook her head realizing she didn’t need to explain everything

She looked out the front window and saw that the paparazzi were starting to retreat.

“So! I was like “Damn! i’d need to get a boyfriend fast!” right? but who better to be my boyfriend than someone i already know! Then I wouldn’t have to go through talking stages and all that.”

Oscar looked so incredibly confused.

He was wondering why she was telling him this now and why his heart practically broke when she mentioned getting into a relationship.

Y/n moved closer to Oscar. From the corner of her eye, she saw the cameraman become interested again and bring up their cameras. At this, she moved so close to him it was almost inappropriate.

“Oscar I have a favor to ask you.” Y/n was extremely nervous. Nervous that he’d reject her amd also at their proximity.

Oscar heart started beating way to fast.

“Would you be in a PR relationship with me for a bit? It would only be short and we don’t need to go on dates or anything crazy. ANYWAYS… i’m mentioning this now, because…”

Oscar’s eyes blew wide at her question and he looked into her eyes, back to the paparazzi, and settled back on her.

Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed and she looked angelic this close. In this moment, Oscar realized, he was ready to throw away any best-friendship for a small taste of her lips that were basically hovering over his.

What was she doing. What was she doing to him..

He felt her breath on his lips and something like a buzz swirled in his stomach. If only she-

“…I need you to kiss me.” Y/n blurted.

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[sugarhog05]

“Pretty gross, huh?” Trying and failing to lighten the mood, Moons face falls even further. Anxiety builds in your chest as his gaze practically burns into your back. You are only able to tolerate a few more seconds before swiftly covering yourself back up. You wipe at the tears that had pricked the corners of your eyes as subtly as you could, but the action would not escape his notice.

“…I still feel it. How it happened… how helpless I felt. It’s funny, for a long time I thought there was nothing worse than death. That as long as you survived… nothing else mattered. Not pain, not hardship, as long as you lived.” You pause to take a shaky breath, and his eyes are still on you. You won’t meet them. You can’t.

“It felt like it’d never end. And when it did the pain, the memory… it will never leave me. I learned that day that there ARE worse things than death.” You grimace. it’s itching again. Moon is quiet for a long time, but when he does speak you are finally able to meet his gaze.

“I noticed you’d itch your back a lot some days. You tried to be subtle about it… but I noticed. Is there nothing to be done for it?” You almost smile. Of course he’d seen you scratching. He’s the most observant person you know, quiet but always watching. Chuckling, you shake your head no.

“I would have done it a long time ago if there was.” He hums, and after a moment of contemplating something he raises his hand to move your shirt down again. You hate how you tense up, hate how he freezes when you do. You let out a shaky breath.

“It… it’s fine. You… you can look again, if you must.” Your hands are clasped together nervously fidgeting. His touch is feather-like, as if he was handling the finest porcelain. You are the farthest thing from it, but knuckles brush against your back so softly it makes you wanna cry. At some point he finally presses down on one of the scars, but you do not shy from the pressure. You lean back into his hand in fact, which surprises him. Despite his surprise, his reaction is to place his whole hand against your back. It feels much better than it has any right to.

“They look like wings…” He whispers mostly to himself, but you hear it. Stars, do you hear it. “How fitting, that even your scars are beautiful.” He was definitely speaking to you that time. You pull away from him and cover yourself once more. Standing up you plan to make a quick exit. You are only able to manage a small glance at him, and his face… Oh stars, his face. You did not think it was possible for someone to show such adoration on their face, but here he was. You barely manage a small ‘Excuse me, My Prince’ before all but running out of the room.

Curse them… they made it so hard not to care.

Hrnnnghhh… dang @jezziconvair making me wanna give Y/N wings again… I will probably make the scar wings canon because I love it so much. They also happen to frame an important scar right below the back of Y/Ns neck, which is cool. :)

Did I project some of my own issues with traumatic scarring? Maybe a little.

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love languages - portgas d. ace

a/n: did you miss me? because i'm now back and better than ever!!!! hehe but seriously, i appreciate all the love and support from everyone during my hiatus, things were very overwhelming for a minute there, but i'm all good now!!

a/n: DEAR LORDDDDD, i can't believe this has been sitting in my drafts since january😭😭so this fic has been longggg overdue. since i am now offering commissions this summer, i have to dust off my fic writing skills!!! and i miss ace dearly, so this WIP was just calling my name 😌

nothing but fluff here 💗

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how he shows love:

quality time - there is nothing in this world that ace loves more, than being by your side. having you resting in his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist as you read, sharing meals together, star-gazing, picnics, exploring new islands together. this man goes out of his way to always be near you. and he just can't help it, his smile is much warmer and wider with you around, the tension visibly leaves his body, and he feels completely at ease. ace adores planning dates for the two of you, and he always comes up with the most fun-filled days!!

physical touch - nothing helps ace wind down and relax like the feeling of your soft skin against his, his fingers tangled amongst your silky hair, as he gently traces lines and patterns down your spine with the pad of his fingers. the sweet alluring scent of your perfume filling up the air between the two of you. he'll use any and every opportunity he can to pull you into his arms. it's not often that the whitebeard pirates can converse with ace, without the man draping himself around you, both arms thrown over your shoulders, resting his chin atop your head, with the brightest freckled smile.

how he feels loved:

physical touch - something inside of ace just melts when he feels the soft touch of your hand against his bare back. the smallest smile growing on his lips as he can feel your fingers intertwine with his. the rosy blush that covers his cheeks as you place kisses in between his brows. the soft placement of your hand on his thigh when the two of you sit together during meals. every whisper of your touch becomes a grand gesture of your affection in ace's mind. he'll dialogue and commit to memory, each and every individual moment of physical contact, and think back on them whenever he's missing you or feeling down.

words of affirmation - while the second division commander of the whitebeard pirates has no lack of confidence or self-assurance, ace can stand a bit taller and prouder with your words of encouragement whispered in his ear, replaying in his head, and plaguing his thoughts. it warms his heart to hear from the person he adores the most; that he is doing a good job, his presence brings you value, joy, and love, and knowing the impact he has made on you.

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[magicalbunbun]

Hiya girlie, it’s not an ask or anything but will we get to see more Player x Sans content?

I read through every tag they were in and their relationship is interesting to me because it can easily be soft but it can very easily have a darker tone in it.

This is honestly nothing, just a question.

Stay hydrated!

Player and sans have... weird relationship... first they hate eachother then love... the player i made is supposed to represent each person who played the undertale, like they hate sans but also love him... and sans doesn't know really if he loves player or hate them, first he learns about them he is trying to kill them but of course it doesn't work. And he learns to accept it, what im trying to show about thers relationship is that... sans x player can be toxic. Why would sans love a person who can destroy his life in second? Doom, they are just doom toxic relationship.

Most it looks like this but in reality it looks like this:

Honestly ... not all players/mcs/y ns/ are good and I'm trying to show it.

[brain4stew]

two time praying at y/ns legs looking at them like they are the second coming of spawn

Why of course anon… 😇🫶

They look so pathetic and cute it’s actually hilarious… 😭

(Oh and cue a special first person POV too‼️🔥)

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The Sun and the Moon

College student!Megumi Fushiguro x y/n

Blurb Zero One 1.5 Two Masterlist

Y/n has always been blunt. Of course she’s never meant it in a bad way.. no one ever means to be blunt in a bad way. Her intentions have never been to hurt anyone’s feelings. God— that’s the last thing she would ever want to do.

“And then I told her she was—“

“Hey pretty thing” a white haired man completely cut his way into the conversation y/n was having with her best friend. His voice is loud enough to hear over the music, strong but almost a little over confident.

“I was speaking” she would state with a smile on her face that didn’t match her tone or the words that came from her lips. Her eyes barely even looking towards the man who interrupted her conversation.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I just had to tell you that you are without a doubt the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen” it was the truth, the man called Satoru Gojo never lies.

Now, that caught y/ns attention.

“Thank you” she says in a soft, delicate voice. A voice that’s much different than the one she was using two seconds ago. If there was something y/n loved, it would be a compliment from a handsome man.

Y/n allowed him to buy her a few drinks, because that’s what she does best— letting men buy her drinks so she doesn’t get drunk on her own dime. The guy was a little annoying, and that’s saying a lot since she herself, is the most annoying person she knows. Like staring at a bright Christmas tree with an astigmatism-- assaulting her eyes. Too fucking bright and charismatic.

Words just kept coming and coming from his mouth, and y/n wasn’t someone to hide her discomfort. Persistent is a word you could use to describe the man she’s speaking to. No matter how many time she tried to move away from him, cut him off, or rolling her eyes at something he said.. he just kept talking. Cocky in a not appealing way.

sure, he was handsome, and y/n could see how the way he spoke could be attractive to most girls (like the ones who were staring at him right now) Y/n just wasn't into it and felt stuck here, nursing on a shitty cocktail, feeling envious of her friend who has also found a man to occupy her time with.

Until she saw her perfect exit. There he was. Walking directly towards her.

Tall.

Handsome.

Almost angry looking.

Fucking hot.

Wearing all black, hair just as dark as his clothes, walking with confidence.

Him.

He was her exit.

“Oh there you are! Thank god. This man has been bothering me all night—sorry Goji. This is my boyfriend” y/n nearly lunged at the ebony haired man. Her arms instantly wrap around his waist as if she’s done it thousands of times before.

He doesn’t look confused when she does this, he doesn’t even react. Standing tall, not even wavering when she attaches to his person like a leach.

“Uh- it’s Gojo.. not Goji. And— you’re not Megumis girlfriend. He doesn’t have a girlfriend. Much less not one as hot as you”

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

They know each other.

Oh that’s probably why he was walking towards her. Because he wasn’t walking towards her. He was walking towards Gojo— his friend.

“Yes she is”

A lie. A lie from a man she doesn’t even know.

Y/n looked up at the man she was attached to. His voice was something she had never heard before. So calming, so very strong and deep. It’s low but comes in rumbles that vibrate through his chest. Penetrating the air, she could smell his breath from where she was, even though his words weren't pointed at her. Icy mint and a hint of a cigarette he half smoked.

His lanky arm slung across y/ns shoulder, pulling her tighter into his side, confirming this silly lie y/n started. The height difference becomes so noticeable once y/n is flush against him, he’s so tall. Y/n looks so small and delicate next to his tall stature.

“No fucking way. You don’t have-"

Y/n tuned out right now. Not because she wanted to, but only because she saw the pretty silver rings that adorned this man’s hand. The hand that was brushing through her hair that laid on her almost bare shoulder.

“Wow I love your rings” her voice bubbly and full of life, a voice Megumi fell in love with the second he first heard her speak. Y/n grabbed his hand, holding the large one in her smaller hand, playing with and admiring his rings.

A small affirming grunt came from the dark haired man, allowing her to study his hand.. praying she couldn’t feel him shaking and sweating.

She could.

But y/n only thought it was her who was shaking.

“Can we get out of here..” y/n wanted to say his name, but she couldn’t remember what his friend had called him earlier but quickly recovered “-babe”

“Course pretty girl” Megumi nodded, pulling his new fake girlfriend away from his older friend. Y/n wasn’t able to see the cocky smirk on megumis lips as he glanced at his friend from over his shoulder. And god was it a pretty smirk he had, finding joy in the baffling look plastered all over Satoru Gojos face.

Both of them walking hand in hand, out of the bar and down an almost empty street, not saying a word about what just happened.

“I’m y/n”

“Megumi”

“I’ll call you gumi”

“Don’t”

“Mmm you can tell me not to, but I will.”

Bitchy.. he likes it.

They didn’t say much, actually nothing at all after that as y/n walked down the street back towards the college campus. Her mother taught her never to get into a random man’s car, to never let a man follow you home, and don’t take drinks from people you don’t know. But here she was, fully guiding a man she just met back to where she lived. And holding his hand too at that!

“You go to school here too?” Y/n broke the silence that consumed them on their ten minute walk. Pointing towards the college campus as she waited for an answer.

He nodded, eyes boring into hers all while taking in everything about her. The way she walks, the way she spoke, the way she carries herself.

Megumi had seen her before. Many times before actually. Fuck, they shared a class together. Although it made sense she hadn't noticed him before.

From what Megumi could tell, Y/n had lots of friends. A plethora of them. Too many. She was always with someone or talking the loudest in a group of people. He could tell she was liked by many. It could be due to the fact that y/n considered everyone her friend, a social butterfly that could talk to anyone and everyone. Even those who she didn't have much in common with, finding some sort of mutual ground to befriend them.

Or it could be due to the fact that everyone wanted to be her, look like her, or bang her.

"See, I thought you were familiar. We have film study together, right? you sit in the back on your phone all the time" Oh, so she has seen him before.

"yup"

"Not much of a talker?"

"no"

"Thats okay! I can talk for the both of us"

“You don’t have to”

Ouch, that kinda hurt. But y/n understood when she needed to shut up. Even though her little brain worked in overdrive, filling her head with constant chatter and elevator music.

Again, they fell back into silence, walking side by side. Y/n wasn’t sure if he was walking at her pace on purpose, or if they happened to walk at the same speed. But what she did know was that Megumi wasnt letting go of her hand.

“You’re not cold?” Now it was Megumi's turn to fill the silence. Megumi was genuinely asking, the girl who held his hand was wearing a short skirt, heels, and a small sparkly top. It’s a cold windy winter night, she had to be freezing.

“The alcohol keeps me warm. And if you tell your body not to be cold, it won’t be!” She tells him, fully believing in her theory. “Mind over matter.. or whatever they say. Is that even what that means? Or maybe that matter over mind? Which one do you think it is?”

“I don’t understand what you are asking”

“Me neither” she giggles as Megumi opens the metal gate to let them on campus.

Oh that giggle. Megumi wishes he could record it and have it on loop in his headphones. Maybe engrave it into his fucking brain. No no that's a little crazy.. or maybe not when that’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.

"I have a question"

"whats up?"

"you are in the jujutsu sorceror program right?"

"you sure know a lot about me for someone I’ve never spoken to"

"yes or no?" Y/n needed answers and wasn’t one to beat around the bush when it comes to getting said answers.

"I am. why do you ask"

"just wondering. i mean i already knew you were because i saw you and that pink haired one walking into the building for it, but i just wanted to hear you say that you were"

"why?"

"mmm i dunno? It’s cool that you are. Do you have any cool powers or something?" Now that made Megumi laugh. Not a small chuckle or a pitty laugh. An actual laugh, one that was thick and full of amusment.

"i guess you could call them powers"

"can i see?" Y/n begged in a little whiny voice that echoed off the buildings they passed by.

Oh for fucks sake.

How could he say no to this little pouty face? Y/ns lips glossed up, bottom lip jutting out in the cutest little way, eyes so full of hope. That tiny whiny voice that he knows would sound even prettier if he were shoving her face into his mattress.

"sure"

Most would assume that a boy and a girl going into a boys dorm room would be scandalus. That they would be commiting an act of sin, especially with the way y/n was giggling and skipping down the hallway holding Megumis hand.

"This one is Kuro and this one is Shiro"

"oh my goodness" y/n squealed, dropping to her knees and immediately petting both pups. Allowing them to lick her face and sniff her out.

"they are so sweet, gumi"

"Normally they aren't sweet, right buddy?" Megumi squats down and ruffles Shiros head.

"nooo. daddys lying right, baby? you would never be mean to anyone" y/n cupped shiros face and suzzled her nose to his, before tracing the red markings on his fur.

“You’d have a very different opinion if you saw my boys in action”

"Can I take them to my dorm to snuggle tonoght?" y/n asked in her sweetest most convicning voice, ignoring what the lanky man to her right just said. A voice that literally has Megumi groaning, his body fighting every instinct to just give in to this girl he just met.

"please gumi?" And here comes the pout. That fucking pout that Megumi now knows will be the death of him. Half ignoring the slight discomfort in his jeans, he came up with a better solution.

"How about you stay here tonight? I don’t really want them way from me, since I don’t know what they might do if they are provoked and I can’t control them."

"Yes yes yes! I have to go get my jammies!" y/n sprung up quickly, which just made both pups jump up as well, tails wagging anf tongues panting in excitment.

Hook line and sinker.. or something like that? For someone who’s never been good at getting chicks in his bed, Megumi was doing a stand up job. He knew once he showed her his little bunny rabbits, she’d be begging for more.

It wasn’t y/ns intention for a boy to see her bedroom tonight. Especially not when it’s a complete mess from her getting ready earlier. Not that y/n is the cleanest person in the whole world, it normally wasn’t this bad. Clean and dirty clothes scattered about, heels thrown haphazardly everywhere the eye could see. And her makeup, it was all over her vanity and her bed. Foundation bottle tipped over, leaving a now semi dried puddle on the wooden surface.

"Sorry about the mess" y/n kicked clothes out of the way so they could actually walk in without stepping on discared dresses and panties.

Megumi couldnt help but look around and be a little nosey

"you have lots of.. things"

"i know right?!" y/n giggled without looking back, quickly digging through her closet to find something appropriate to wear for bed in a males dorm (which is absolutely nothing she own.)

"should I wear blue or white?" y/n turned back with two different night dress options. Megumi tore his eyes away from the shelf full of knick knacks to see what the bubbly girl was holding.

"white" Megumi said without hesitation.

"i was thinking white too" y/n nodded, thinking her and Megumi shared the same reason for choosing the white night gown. When that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Lets look at these reasonings, yeah?

Y/ns reason: white is pretty and she will match Shiro.

Megumi reason: Y/n would look hot as fuck in white, so innocent and pure. AND, he will most likley be able to see her tits through the thin material.

Yeah... Megumi doesn’t have any sort of innocent thoughts around this girl.

And that’s probably how we got here.

After about 20 minutes of y/n lounging around Megumis bed (which Megumi stood awkwardly in the corner watching her) and playing with Kiro and Shiro, Megumi took a leap of faith.

And fuck he has never made a better decision in his life. Even though it started out a little clumsy, with lots of giggles and sloppy kisses.

"youre mine now, yeah baby?"

"yes yes yes" y/n cried out, nails scratching down Megumis pale back, leaving red marks that would be there for days.

The sound of skin slapping and heavy pants filled the small room. The wooden bed frame pounding against the thin wall was surly something the whole building could hear, and definitely something his neighbor and friend Yuji would bring up tomorrow.

"I fucking mean it y/n" Megumi growled, fingers digging into y/ns cheeks, forcing her lips to part slightly. The warm metal of his rings pressing into her soft skin, dark eyes staring into hers, telling her what she already knows.

"you"

Thrust

"are"

Thrust

"mine"

"Yours. Yours. Yours.” Y/n didn’t care that her throat was dry and on fire as she moaned into I guess her now now boyfriends mouth. Simply sucking out her tongue and opening her mouth further.

A sick smirk pulled on Megumis lips once he realized what she was doing. Letting a small line of spit slowly drip off his tongue down to hers, coating her mouth with all that is him. And god did he taste good.

"only mine baby"

"only yours gumi"

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hcs of jongseob in a secret relationship with idol reader plss🙏🏻🙏🏻 love your posts

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Yess, I hope you enjoy !! And thank you so much, you're so sweet !! Thank you for the request as well 🩷

Personal:

Look, there's a reason hes on his phone all the time. Unfortunately it's not often he can be with you in person. When you're constantly training, working, on different sets or shows, in meetings, being styled, travelling, touring, and too many more things to count.. You aren't left with a lot of free time.

Face timing you as much as possible. Even if it's just for the thirty seconds you two both happen to be switching shoots, or getting fast touch ups done, he's calling you right away. Jongseob just really needs to see your face and hear your voice. When he's finally home, he calls you while he works or cleans up. Pretends hes sleeping next to you while falling into unconsciousness on call.

Photos when possible throughout his day are sent to you. They're a little blurry and seem quickly taken, but you know he wouldn't have taken them if he didn't care. His favorite notifications are image attachments or audio messages from you.

When you have the time, he loves playing video games with you. Closest to being with you without actually being with you, in his opinion. Loves voice chat while interacting with your avatar. His favorite are any dress up games because he can see your personal style more, and Minecraft because it feels like having his own life and home with just you.

Supportive of your group ! Has your entire discography saved on literally every streaming platform, and memorized unreleased choreography. Respectfully friendly if he ever gets the chance to meet your group members. Has had a dream about attending one of your concerts. Your vocals or rapping are his alarm clock.

Jongseob may or may not be a secret fanboy. Even if he wasn't before meeting or dating you, he loves you way too much not to feel like hes a fan of yours. And he respects your talent and hard work so much, none of this is easy at all, so he finds you so admirable. Social media alt legend, multiple Tiktok folders, Pinterest boards, would probably be an ao3 guy but believe he has a Tumblr fan page. You can't make any alts with your name included, because hes taken all the usernames already.

Public:

Optimally, nothing would be public. Best case scenario, the fans wouldn't even think you know each other.

Compliments your music if your group ever gets brought up, but hes moving on quickly. If there are any specific questions on how he feels about your group, hes answering vaguely. For example, if hes asked his favorite song, he'd probably just say the most popular one, and read a new question right after. In reality, it's an unreleased demo they have no idea of.

If you are put in a situation where you need to interact, hes polite, but short. He adores you with everything he has in him, and that's why you both have to act this way. Neither of you give fans the chance to speculate, you don't stay around each other in public, and you only interact when it's professionally configurated.

Even though it's uncomfortable, and makes him upset that he can't be open about his care for you, he loves you and his group members too much to put your careers at risk. You've both put in so much work, so you both understand nothing out there is personal, only the special and fleeting moments you share are.

Bonus Texts:

I found all of these on Pinterest !!

the other guy he added was theo. im not shizoposting in the a/ns yet, however i did just delete a full paragraph of me actually losing it over titling and formatting. so the time will soon be upon us.