#why am I like this?🥲 I didn't even hesitate

[dootznbootz]

I say I relate to Odysseus and Penelope but oof... 😅

Friend: [shitty thing happened in which someone keeps bothering them] Me: Do you want me to make them knock it off? Friend: No. Haha I don't think I'd want to see the situation escalate. Me: You don't have to be there. 👀

[strange-pass]

Hello! If you are willing, I am very much in need of some good ole fluff with my boy Solomon... Like MC confesses to him and he didn't really believe it because of the demon brothers and MC gets all super sweet and says something on the lines of "Yeah, they're cool and all, but they're not *you*" and just lists off all these things they love about Solomon.

I just really need him to understand he's loved because he deserves it 🥲

»•» 🌸Feelings for an Ancient Sorcerer🌸 «•«

credit for divider: @sweetparty

Pairing: Solomon x GN!Reader

Synopsis: MC feels like it’s time to tell Solomon how they feel. They feel a crushing sense of nervousness as they go through the day, since they aren’t sure how he’ll react.

A/N: Sorry if it seems like I took a while to write this! I went through a crushing headache two days in a row and couldn’t write anything in that time. I hope you find it to your liking! I added a little kiss at the end since he deserves one. Decided to change up a couple things in terms of adding stuff to my title, and a tiny divider at the end of the fic because it looks cute. My boy Solomon needs more love in the OG game and in Nightbringer, if i’m being honest, I didn’t love him as much as I did until that scene in Nightbringer when he was standing up for humankind. He was so amazing in that lesson and I hope we see more of that in the future! That’s all I have to say, have a lovely day!

Requesting here

Genre: Romantic fluff, a tiny bit of hurt/comfort. No warnings!

Word count: 1470+ words

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While getting changed, straightening your clothes, making sure your hair looks decent, you could hear a loud pounding coming from your chest and your stomach tied in a knot. You were a bit hesitant to ask Solomon if he wanted to take a walk in Diavolo’s garden today, you wanted to keep it on the down low so you two could hang out in peace. Well… the intention wasn’t exactly to hang out, of course you wanted to, but it was time to tell Solomon how you felt. Whenever you were with him, your heart overfilled with fear and joy to the point where you couldn’t touch him in the slightest without flushing red. You wanted to know how he felt, even if you got rejected, you to let him know of the joy in your heart when you see him.

“Hey, I had some free time today and I wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk in Diavolo’s garden?”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he opened your message right away. Darn… he was fast. The typing bubble on Solomon’s end made you restless. Waiting for him to reply felt like an eternity.

“MC! I wouldn’t mind a walk at the moment.”

“But unfortunately I have some business to take care of at the moment.”

“I’ll come pick you up once I’m finished up here, it shouldn’t take long.”

You were a bit impatient, but relieved since you had time to prepare yourself mentally.

Waiting around for Solomon was agonizing, you tried to distract yourself by working on other things, but all you could think of was him. In the end, you ended up pacing around the room, thinking of what you were going to say. It made you hot and dizzy when you kept pacing faster and faster, with your mind racing at the same pace. A knock at the door made you jump a bit, suddenly not feeling ready for this. You look at your phone and realize he texted you a bit ago, telling you that he was coming.

Before you could open the door, it seemed like he opened it faster.

“It’s so glad to see you! The whole ordeal I just went through was exhausting, it’ll be nice to walk around with you. Did you want to walk to the garden first, or take our time and look at other things?”

You’d rather get the confession out of the way first, since you couldn’t wait any longer. Delaying it would only make the whole experience more painful than it is because the knot in your stomach was getting tighter, and it only made you feel sick.

“Hey Solomon! Uh, why don’t we head straight to the garden first? It’s the perfect time of day since the fireflies with the blue butts come out, I’d hate to miss them.”

Your voice was a bit shaky, He could tell something was off with you but decided not to mention it.

“Ah of course! Let’s head over right away then.”

As you start heading over to the Demon Lords Castle, you might as well make conversation.

“So what kind of business were you taking care of?”

“Oh… the usual, Mammon practically begged me to get a witch off of his back. He said that she kept following him, and said he didn’t understand why.”

“I can kind see where this is going now..”

“Haha! So you can tell that Mammon owed her something and needed me to confront her so a deal of theirs wasn’t broken?”

His chuckle was so sweet to listen to, it’s too bad that they only call him when they need him.

“It’s definitely a classic Mammon situation that he’d get in to, heh”

You were about half way to the castle and getting a bit antsy. Were you really about to tell Solomon that you loved him? He’s an ancient sorcerer, someone to admire, it’s only sensible that he’s heard countless other confessions. One thing you understood is that even if he rejected you, he wouldn’t be any more awkward with you.

Solomon could tell you were nervous, not only could he see it in your mannerisms, he could feel it radiating off of you. He put a hand gently on your back and smiled, his own little way of reminding you that everything is alright. It made you feel a bit better, even if he didn’t understand what was going on with you, he still tried to ease your nerves through his sweet touch.

The garden was practically open to the public since Diavolo wanted to share the beauty of nature to everyone. A little secret was that the garden keepers grows the plants with a certain type of chemical, and that chemical prevents visitors from harming the plants when they come into contact with the gas that’s released since it gets absorbed through the skin. You picked the garden because many Devildom specialties grew there, they had arrangements of large flowers, small flowers, vines that are grown then used for decoration, and trees that were the home of many small animals that you’ve never laid eyes on. It created the perfect atmosphere for a confession.

“Oh wow! We picked the perfect time to come here MC, it looks beautiful..”

Solomon walked towards a giant flower and touched its silky petals.

“I never come here often, I never realized how many rare species of plants grew here. It’s really enchanting.”

Now was the moment, you had to tell him before you backed down. He looked especially handsome with blue light illuminating his face, could you really tell him?

“Uh… Solomon, there’s actually a different reason I brought you here, I hope you excuse my hidden motives.”

He looked at you with a curious glint in his eyes, patiently waiting for what you were going to say with a smile on his face. He knew you wouldn’t try to hurt him, he knows the feeling of someone with malice, but you had the completely opposite aura around you.

“Listen… this is a bit difficult to say, but I like you Solomon. I really like you and I’ve been meaning to tell you for a bit now.”

You had a stare that wouldn’t stray from his face, and watched for any signs on his face. The only thing you could observe was pure shock. He stopped moving entirely, with his eyes wide, processing the information. You were afraid you did something wrong, until he spoke.

“MC, stop kidding around…”

You could feel your stomach drop, did you make a mistake?

“Because I don’t think I could handle it if you didn’t reciprocate my feelings towards you.”

…

“…Huh?”

All you could manage was confusion.

“I guess I’ve always had a hunch that you liked one of the brothers, you’re always with them, so I understand why you would. I apologize if that’s a bit presumptuous of me to admit..”

Solomons voice was lower than usual, you could tell he didn’t fully believe your confession. You couldn’t comprehend what you were hearing, he liked you back, but thought you liked the brothers more than him? You gently grabbed his shoulders and spoke with a softer tone.

“Please don’t misunderstand me.. I really like the brothers.. but they aren’t you Solomon!”

His look changed to one of hope, but you needed him to know more. You needed him to know how much you adore him.

“You’re so smart, I’ve never met anyone with as much knowledge as you. It’s really admirable and I’m so happy that you share that limitless knowledge with me. You always make sure to teach me new facts, and take time out of your day to help me learn magic.. You’re so considerate to how I feel, and it’s so.. wonderful how you stand up for yourself and protect others around you. You’re cheeky and it’s so hilarious, you make such interesting food because of your creative mind, and-“

Solomon pulls you into a tight hug before you can finish your speech. You wrapped your arms around him, and made sure that you weren’t going to let him go.

“The point is, I really.. really like you, you have no idea how happy I am that you feel the same way…”

You let him know. Solomon squeezed you before he lifted his head up to look at your face.

“Of course I do, you’re such a charmer MC, really. You can captivate anyone, but I’m glad that your heart chose me out of anyone.”

You giggled a bit, you wouldn’t choose any one else over him, he’s crazy for thinking otherwise. Both of you leaned closer to each other with bright red faces. As you sealed your confession with a soft and longing kiss, it seemed like the gardens light grew softer. When you pulled away from each other, he grabbed your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours.

“You mean so much to me, thank you for choosing me. Never leave my arms again..”

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[kairismess]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do Atsumu w/ a s/o who tells their friends they play volleyball and their friends just start laughing and making jokes like “Oh no no no, you’d be benched because you’re too short” 🥲

it’s alright if not, I think I’ve only sent you angstier requests (sorry 😔) so it’s fine if you don’t want to do this. Have a good day/night regardless <333

"hey, shrimpy... what's all that they're gigglin' an' laughin' 'bout, hmm?" atsumu asks you in a whisper as you hand him the rogue volleyball that flew all the way to the back of the court. you felt too embarrassed to explain to your boyfriend just why exactly your friends were laughing at you; or more like, you were terrified of what atsumu might do to them, regardless if they just meant what they said as jokes or banter that stung you somehow.

you shook your head silently, insisting you didn't know or that it was something unfunny, but before you could walk away, atsumu gripped your wrist and walked up to you. "baby... you don't have to lie. i think... something's up between you and 'em, hmm? am i right or right?" he asked you with a slight smirk curving up on his lips.

you hesitate to tell him for a moment, but you shake your head once more in response, prompting the blonde to quit smirking, and look at you with such a soft expression on his face. he had known that from the very beginning, a lot of people looked down on you for your stature. despite being as talented as any tall volleyball player out there, you were never given a proper chance to prove your worth because of how outlandish the idea of a short person like you being able to overcome the hurdles that stood behind that net.

his hand slid down to your fingers, then to your palm, and the back of your hand. he held your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, and rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner with the pad of his thumb. "hey... don't listen to what they say." he blurted out of the blue, making you turn around to face him with glassy eyes that threatened to spill out tears any moment now. he smiled at you sweetly and wiped the tears from your eyes gently with his other hand after setting the ball down.

"you are so talented, and if they can't see your worth past for what you're lacking... then they're all full of bullshit." he chuckles out from under his breath, shaking his head lightly at how utterly wrong your friends are for laughing at you for your small size, and not supporting you for how great you are beyond how you may seem. "even if they're joking, they should support you a great deal... but if not them, i could always do it for you, my cutie; my amazing, strong and powerful cutie." he murmurs into your ear after leaning closer to you, kissing your ear and wrapping his muscular arms around you and holding you tightly.

"and besides... such a cute height like this really makes me feel so fond of you. look how comfy i am with resting my chin on your pretty little head, hmm?" he teases as you knit your brows together in embarrassment and frustration. looks like your cocky bastard of a boyfriend can say meaningful, worthwhile things sometimes... and make you feel good about yourself, feel supported, for who you are no matter what you were born with.

[girlinthetardis04]

LIVE WISDOM SAGA REACTION!!!!!!!

I'm finally free!!!! Penelope and Telemachus I'm coming!

Legendary

Telemachus, you haven't even spoken yet and I already love you.

"Open Arms" callback??????

"Full Speed Ahead" callback??????

Athena!!!!

Hey, neat "Monster" reference.

I want to give him cookies and a pat on the back.

Wait wait wait, that's the same melody as "where is he? Where is he? Keep your head down he's aiming for the torches!"

Bitch! Is that Antinous?

EXCUSE ME?????

TRAMP????

TRAMP??????

★I'll be honest, at the beginning of the song I thought it was right after Thunder Bringer, I didn't realize we already skipped ahead. And the irony of him singing about all the things his dad had to get through to get back to him? Ugh!★

Little Wolf

Bold words from someone who has barely three years on Telemachus.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ATHENA'S BACK ATHENA'S BACK ATHENA'S BACK

"Uppercut him. 😐" DID NOT HESITATE LMAO

"Let's try this again" is she talking about the fight moves or about having a protege/Warrior of the Mind? Eh? Eeh?

Bwahawaha the "ooh, maybe I pushed him a bit to hard 😬" "ow 🤕" hahahaha. Reminds me of the training scene in Disney's Hercules.

★I genuinely was not expecting this song to be as uplifting as it was based on the preview snippets. The parts with Athena made me actually laugh out loud, which is new considering how much of a straight man she is Act 1★

We'll Be Fine

★This is actually one of two songs of this saga I actually haven't heard anything from, I don't even know what it's about or who sings it!★

A FRIEND! A FRIEND! SHE CALLED ODYSSEUS A FRIEND!

I know this melody. Why do I know this melody? Curse non musically inclined brain!

Hold it. Are those kalimbas in the back? Polites's instrument? Am I just delusional?

Telemachus, baby, you gotta raise your standards here.

★DA FEELS!★

Love in Paradise

★This is the other song I heard nothing about. I assume it's the one with Calypso★

THE TIME DIVE!

OH MY GOODNESS IT'S NOT JUST THE INSTRUMENTALS HERE!!! IT'S GOT THE ACTUAL LYRICS!!! AAAAAH THAT'S SO GOOD SO MUCH BETTER OH MY GOSH AND LISTEN LISTEN ANY AMOUNT OF STEVEN RODRIGUEZ'S VOICE IS WELCOME HERE PLEASE SING MORE!!!!!

It's like going on the shuffle on my playlist!

Wait, wait, wait, the preview didn't have "Different Beasts", "Scylla" and "Thunder Bringer"!!!!!!!!!

"She's my wife" "....😶....anyways 😊"

Oh, a twist on a classic! Is Jay contractually obligated to reference "Just a Man" every three songs or something?

Poor Ody sounds traumatized...like "not again!" The difference:

Circe: >:]

Calypso: >:3

Hey, Jay, ypu didn't have to do this. It wasn't written down anywhere. The doctor didn't prescribe it.

HEY! HEY! NO. Bad songwriter, Jay, bad! *pretend there's a spray bottle emoji here* you don't get to reference "Open Arms" like THAT

Oh, and now you actually have Polites's voice here! 🔨 *bonk go to time out jail*

★okay I'm gonna take a couole of minutes so I don't physically explode when I listen to God Games★

God Games

★We're gonna hear Apollo and Hephaestus and oh my god hahahaha★

ASAFDAGFAHDSIJE NOT A DRILL PEOPLE NOT A DRILL READY FOR ME TO BE ABSOLUTELY INSUFFERABLE FOR FIVE MINUTES AND NINETEEN SECONDS?

YES YES IT'S REAL WE'RE ACTUALLY HERE PEOPLE!

🫰🫰🫰 hmmm, Luke Holt's voice mmmhmm, and the way he pronounces the names??? He really sounds like a video game annoucer!

Also wait, wait wait, did- did Apollo's voice sound different? That's hehe totally not me freaking out hahahahaha. Justhitplayjusthitplayjusthitplay

Hera has a new voice????? Velvety!

I physically collapsed on my bed here, it's worth noting.

I was not expecting that motivation for Apollo! Interesting!

Oh, okay so that's why Apollo was Level 1.

I was kinda hoping he'd sing for longer but okay 🥲

Hephaestus! My... fourth favorite god! (After Hestia, Hermes, and Hades. Just the H ones)

Is that...Jay? No, it can't be, right?

AND NOW THE PART I'VE HAD ON LOOP FOR MONTHS!

Lol, I'm sorry for laughing but in the demo Athena sounded so much more pained and here she's like "dammit why are you interrupting me I'm in the middle of something!"

AH THE "WARRIOR OF THE MIND" REPRISE!!!!?

Oooh, okay Hera's new voice! I like it, velvety, it's very high class. Though I also loved the demo version because she sounded so JUDGY.

BOSS BATTLE!

Dadada dada dadaa... That's Thunder Bringer in the background!

Hold on, I'm gonna lower my volume a bit because I get the feeling my ears are gonna suffer otherwise.

Oh yeah, I made a good call. Though that voice control dayum!

BWAHAHA I CAN'T TELL IF IT'S ARES OR HEPHAESTUS WHO ASKED THAT BUT EITHER WAY, HILARIOUS! (That's really what it do be like after your siblings fight with your parents - I say as a only child)

*deep inhale* the piano version of "Warrior of the Mind"? Really?

No clue what the visuals are supposed to be here, but according to the music I should be happy.

[plscallmeeren]

Citizens of Westview

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Request: yes I'm sorry this took me so long but I am now nearing the end of my exam period 🥲

Summary: Wanda is on her way to WandaVision as she arrives in Westview, but before she can freak out on us, she meets someone

Someone = you = retired warrior with telepathy + telekineses

Warnings: sad Wanda; not proofread rip

Word Count: 1.4K

Wanda Maximoff was fuming and upset and destroyed and violently inclined and numb from the pain. Everything hurt. Everything was changing. He was never coming back. No, she was never coming back. Could never be the same as she once was.

When was that again? It felt like a long ago, but was it? Maybe for everyone else, whose five years dragged with the absence of company, but for her... for her it hadn't been long since the peak of her life. It hadn't lasted long, really. From one horror to the next, life had never stopped giving Wanda Maximoff a hard time.

Surely this was the worst of them all.

She stood motionless for a moment in a driveway, staring at the worn foundations of a town house. Vision's house. Vision's vision, ironically.

Slow steps led her to its centre, hand clutching at his plans like a lifeline.

Wanda wondered whether she ever would have lived him. He wasn't what she imagined - ever. He was only there when she needed someone most. Did she have the right to mourn someone she may have used for her own emotional balance? No, she thought.

A strange feeling invaded her senses as she considered her own mind. She knew it. Except she usually felt it from the other side.

Someone was in her head, snooping.

How dare they?

She realised only now that she had fallen to her knees on the harsh ground, tears running down her cheeks uncontrollably. It hurt. It all hurt, and she didn't even know what was causing her all this pain. When she tried to recount everything to herself, it felt like encouraging the water drowning her back over her head in order to make her lungs not only gasp for air and find currents, but also for them to be crushed under all the weight of an ocean.

Everything hurts.

Which is why no one should have been invading on all of that.

With some struggle, she turned, standing, grasping the sacred paper in her one hand while the other cocooned itself in crimson magic.

Before her stood a young-looking man, though certainly older than her, hands pushed into his pockets timidly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't read your thoughts, I just... I just felt."

Wanda's mind spun at the sound of your voice. Deep, as if the ocean was now enveloping her protectively. Slightly raspy, as if you had smoked one year too many. Melodic, as if she had missed the lyrics to an important song.

"I... How did you- You can't-"

"I don't know what made you feel the way you feel right now, but it must be truly horrible. That pain..." You shuddered, approaching her with a little more confidence, but keeping a safe distance.

Wanda was lost for words.

"Why here of all places?"

She hesitated, then decided: "My boyfriend plans on building a house here. I wanted to see it. Or, well, what it would be."

You nodded contemplatively. "So there's a boyfriend, huh?" you teased, stopping when you were only a meter away from her. She felt volatile. She couldn't bear it if you tried to touch her. But for a moment, she was distracted.

"No," she found herself saying instinctively, though this hadn't been the plan, "no boyfriend anymore."

"Sorry to hear it. Or at least, sorry for you." You smiled a little. It was all risky when someone was this emotional - or so spoke experience. One wrong word or wrong daring and it was all over, but in the end, treating someone like a snowflake was the most likely to backfire.

She stared at you incredulously, gaping at the simple flirting. She observed her contender closer: a tall, toned man with short black hair and a bandana. She could have screamed and kicked when her subconscious reminded her this was more like her type.

You watched her, too. If you hadn't been so distracted by her dishevelled look, you might have called her flawlessly beautiful.

"What's the house gonna look like?" you asked as pleasantly as possible, sitting down in the wiry grass with crossed legs.

"I, uh..." Wanda pulled out the plans, handing them over. You took them graciously, taking a moment to look properly before smiling widely.

"This is really nice. Good town house feel. Kinda looks like one of those old sit-coms, you know?"

She couldn't help but stare further. The coiling witchcraft encompassing her arm slowly dissipated as she collapsed on the ground opposite you.

"Yes," she said finally, leaning forward tiredly. "I always liked sit-coms. Especially the Dick Van Dyke Show. I watched it when I was little, and recently... well, I was just getting into it again."

"I don't know that one," you confessed. "But I always liked Bewitched and The Brady Brunch. Sometimes I Dreamed of Jeannie, when I was feeling particularly whimsical." You chuckled and a watery laugh escaped her in response.

"I know Bewitched and The Brady Brunch. They're both good. I loved the dresses in Bewitched, you know? It was always so classy. What's the other one?"

"Oh, it's about this guy who unleashes a beautiful woman called Jeannie and she's bound to him. She can fulfil all of his wishes, but her attempts at doing him good often go a bit awry... it's very funny."

"I can imagine."

She could believe she was smiling. Honestly smiling. Practically grinning.

"If I may ask; where are you from? That's an interesting accent you got there." You saw the complicated expression on her face and quickly rectified: "I'm sure people ask you all the time - I shouldn't be so unoriginal."

"No, no, it's fine. People don't ask as often as I'd sometimes like." Her eyes glazed over in distant imagery and you wondered where she had travelled to. "I'm from Sokovia."

Your brain sent you immediate news footage of the disaster in Sokovia and the Avengers and-

Wanda Maximoff.

But you didn't comment on any of this, because really, what good would it do?

"I've heard of it." Her shoulders sagged. She could see the pitiful questions coming her way already. "It's somewhere between Slovakia and the Czech Republic, no?"

Her eyes widened. For another moment, she was distracted.

"Yeah. That's it. It's beautiful, you know. Terrible government, but beautiful."

"Just like the U.S., then?" you smirked, earning an Eastern European smile of superiority in return.

"Mhm. We had this tradition in the winter where we would..."

You listened intently, hanging onto every word as if you were going to be tested in the material.

You didn't generally like people too much. You didn't hate them, either. You had just seen too much. Too many thoughts, emotions, memories, fears - too much humanity for one receiver.

But another person who had seen all that? Had felt and heard the facets of a thousand lives? That was interesting. You were very interested. Maybe you would have been even if that hadn't been the case.

Darkness crawled over the clouded planes of this Western sky, draping its silky blanket dotted with shining light and an iridescent crescent over the town of Westview. The two of you hardly noticed, delved deep in conversation, until making out the other's face proved a challenge.

"I should be going," Wanda gave in to nature's lullaby eventually. "I'm not sure where to go, though."

You considered her for a moment, then offered: "You're welcome to stay at my place for a while. If not, I know an inn downtown that's probably still open?"

She gazed at you in a way that the naïve mind could interpret as loving, then slowly nodded.

"Yes, I'd like to stay with you. I trust you, stranger, even if it is not in my best interest." Her accent was thick with drowsiness.

"Good. Can I ask - just to be sure - what's your name?"

"Wanda. You knew?"

"I had a hunch. My name's (y/n)."

"Do you have a superhero name or something, too?" she laughed warmly, but she could still taste the salt of tears on her tongue.

"No, I never cared much for superheroes."

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Pt 2?

[kornknock]

I am rewatching Shannis's love story properly this time on uktv play as I was like 9 or 10 when their story aired and just wondered the one thing that didn't make sense for me is Dennis's hesitation to be with Sharon when he comes back in Nov of 2004. She was primarily the reason he left. After he finds out she does in fact love him after all the misunderstandings, he would see her first but no - he gets right back with Zoe instead! He does say to Zoe, "I hurt people, I break things" - he broke James's laptop as he was consumed by jealousy over Sharon's new guy. Is the reason he gets back with Zoe because he doesn't want to be seen as a volatile man or is it straight up denial. I am racking my brain trying to figure out what it is as let's face it Sharon did ruin what he could ever have with any other woman. He was besotted with her.

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to reply!! I took a bit of a classic EE break cos I know Dennis story is coming to the end 🥲🥲

anyway I’m confused by that too! but tbh there’s So many moments in their story where it’s just like ??? why aren’t u just being TOGETHER! imo the writers dragged it out too much and threw too many obstacles their way that weren’t necessary or entertaining even. the writing was confusing at times

BUT I think where ur coming from both theories make sense- it is denial but also he definitely doesn’t want to be so volatile and I bet the time he accidentally hit sharon always comes to his mind- it’s somewhat about protecting her. plus the murder of Jack haunting him (cos sharon is one of few ppl that know) AND den playing on his mind cos let’s face it even after how horrible he was he still wanted his father to accept him. unfortunately being able to openly love sharon comes with all that baggage. ((god dennis had to go thru so much 😭 I wish I could have killed den myself)

so yeah it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me either but I think it was to do with the actors always going on breaks and trying to drag the story out yet still trying to make it flow… soaps 🤦 either way im kinda glad he went back to Zoe cos then we get the affair storyline 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I just wish their break after the Xmas reveal wasn’t so long cos then we got hardly any time of them as a proper couple before Dennis dies ugh

[dearweirdme]

Hey I'm back a.k.a the "I will open your eyes" person🧍‍♀️I have noticed that I'm now known for that😂....(P.S people in the comment section I'm not trolling). I don't have much since I have been busy but I decided to watch Jk weverse (where V commented) and V-Jk instagram live together to gather valid evidence to back me up.

MY OBSERVATION:

When V first commented, Jk was rude in my opinion.

Evidence 1: Jk's reaction to Tae's comments.

"Hold on for a minute I’m talking about something important here." (I honestly excused this because I cannot multitask as well) And then, when he's done answering the fan, he follows with: "Tae's here? WHY ARE YOU HERE?" (In caps for emphasis) (Also he shows no change in emotions) 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ Where is the respect?gratitude? I decided to visit your live and you have the audacity to say why are I am here??? I understand some people might excuse this as they have a very casual relationship but honestly that's not the cause.

I decide to watch his reaction when other members comment...I was disappointed. (I honestly didn't want to compare🥲but i wanted to see...)

Evidence 2: His reaction to Nj and Jm.

First reaction when JK sees Njs and Jms  comments on his live is shock and excitement. He's all smiley, giddy even shy to an extent. Like literally his face lit up like Christmas lights....🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️....no comment.

Back to the live where V commented... They chat here and there about not so important stuff then V asks for Jk to do a instagram live with him. JK asks Tae laughingly if he can handle the consequences of doing the live (as they were not supposed to be doing lives on IG), to which Tae answers he’ll take the responsibility. Jk shows hesitation at first but later agrees.

JK wasn’t forced into it.  It’s not something he really wanted to do either though, and it felt like he really wanted Tae to give up on the idea. 

I decided to watch a jk live where he was asking jm for a live...🧍‍♀️

Evidence 3: Jk wanting Jm to do a live with him.

All I can say is the man was practically begging jimin to do a live with him. He even asked army to beg on his behalf🚮 (non-verbal of course). (he didn't ask namjoon to do a live with him)

If this was your bf, how would you feel? I don't understand how you guys are convinced that they might be in a relationship...I hardly think they even have a friendship.

Evidence 4: Jk-V instagram live.

(The network was terrible. It was a bit awkward too. Why are they so awkward??) They talk about the option to do the joint live – quite a bit of talk about that and the possibility of adding the option to Weverse;they talk about about Bam – Tae saying how big he's become, JK saying he's just as big (why didnt tae know that?). They talk about the comments, a lot about them being flags; We have talk about the conversation JK had in his live with a fan about getting tattoos and the 7 tattoo – what Tae told his parents about it.....Tae pouted🥺...he was so cute🤧Jk found it endearing (I can admit that interaction was semi-cute).

At some point JK brings Bam over, uses him as a buffer, or maybe a conversation starter/ice breaker. JK was going to town with Bam.  

Tae later turns to playing with filters, and then I guess just gave up cause JK was focused on bam🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(at this point I have tapped out). At the end Tae saying he’s sleepy, for JK to go back to his Weverse live.

What I gathered from both lives:

Wait a minute I can't pay attention to you yet, I have something more important to do;  Then – nonchalantly asking: why are you here? (🧍‍♀️);  Ok, I’ll do the live you wanted, just as long as nothing big happens.I’m going to get alcohol; Here’s Bam; Let’s talk about the live options on IG and how we should make them for Weverse too; When are you going to bed? Aren't you going to bed already?(🧍‍♀️).

Tae is too sweet for his own good, he should go to places in this cases members where he is loved and welcomed. I'm sure they love each other but I feel like they have no deep connection...its all surface. I'm not gonna lie to you I'm hoping that you can change my mind cause I do not see what you see.

Hi anon!

I’m not gonna lie, I don’t even know how to respond to this without being too much of an ass.

So I’ll keep it short and say: please just look at the smiles on Jk’s face when he sees Tae.

Seriously, I think we just have very different ideas about how people interact and what’s normal behavior. I see no disrespect, have never seen any disrespect between Tae and Jk. Maybe just read through my blog a bit or follow along if you want to try and see how I view them.

[thatgirl4815]

Elle..do we know anything about sandray endgame in the OF novel? ‘Cause atp i am 🥲✨SCARED✨

What is happening?? Ofts was going fine up until ep10 and ✨ep11✨ happens. What is jojo thinking?Why did they add Boeing in the penultimate episode. This should have happened during the halloween episode. Then this might have added much more sense.

Boeing: ep10:going after topmew;ep11:going after sandray;ep12:potentially going after boston(if the preview is correct) LIKE WTF IS THIS??!!

1. I am happy for bostonnick with whatever is going on for them(but i wanted an open relationship for them)

2. Topmew topmew topmew I have so many things to say about them like i am happy mew gave him another chance. (Not to make this about me But my ex was a cheater and i gave them a chance though we were happy most of the time i was paranoid if they might cheat again and it didnt end well..so this might be a ‘me’ problem)

3. Cheum babied him just like that, the girl who judges everyone and their mama for everything doesnt feel like what atom said and did is probelmatic????!!! Boston might have gone to jail!!!!

4. SANDRAY. Oh i am trying to collect proper words to write about them.. 💕BOYFRIENDS 💕they are painfully in love with each other😭 but sand baby ily i really do but wtf happened to youu!!i know you might have some lingering feelings about boeing(🤮)and thats okay but dont send away ray your BOYFRIEND and then go and talk to boeing(🤮)

OMG WHERE IS THIS GOING???HOW IS EP12 GONNA END??WE HAVE TOO MANY PROBLEMS TO SOLVE!!ARE WE REALLY GETTING SEASON2???ATP I AM NOT GONNA BE HAPPY WITH AN OPEN ENDING FOR SANDRAY I NEED NEED NEED HAPPY HAPPY BOYFRIEND SANDRAY

Unpopular opinion:they should have ended this with ep10 if they wanted to add boeing in the last 2 episodes

I am really so sorry for ranting so much i wanted to vent my anger somewhere🙏🙏

Love you lots!!❤️

I do not know anything about the novel besides a few snippets I've seen translated, but those are all of scenes we've already seen in the series. And I'm glad for that, because even though the anticipation is killing me, getting spoiled would honestly ruin the whole experience for me (and so close to the end would be heartbreaking).

I have to think that Jojo and the rest of the crew/writers know that adding an ex, particularly at the end of a series, is very common and--imo--is almost always a needless way of stirring up drama. The TopBoeingMew conflict was resolved fairly early in the ep, and I wasn't at all surprised with the way Boeing pursued Sand, but Sand's reaction still bothers me. I take it the writers are using the BoeingSandRay plot to 1) create conflict in SandRay's relationship after they've already resolved their other issues and 2) connect that conflict to Sand personally, seeing as many of the conflicts in SandRay's relationship have been from Ray's side of things.

It's certainly an interesting approach to use Sand's reaction to Boeing as further proof that he doesn't know how to no to people, even those that have hurt him most. While it's true that he didn't reciprocate Boeing's advances or say anything to suggest he was all for them, he also just allowed it to happen. Given what Boeing did to him and the state of his relationship with Ray, I find this behavior just generally odd. It's not entirely out of character, but...it is to some degree.

I'm pleasantly surprised that Nick is portrayed as way less pathetic in his relationship with Boston now. Yes, he was eager to get back with Boston last episode, but he's not groveling at his feet the way he was before. He even expresses hesitation over being in a relationship with Boston when he's going to move away soon. Interested to see if that dynamic will remain consistent or if Boeing will screw things up. (Also, about Cheum, I'm also quite frustrated that she brushes Atom's behavior to the side like it's nothing. Like that was a serious accusation people. Why are we acting like it's nothing??)

I'm glad we got that scene of Top crying to Mew and the discussion of paranoia and distrust in their relationship. I think they've established some healthy communication in the wake of Top's betrayal. This is a personal thing, and it's a valid reaction, but something about Mew's behavior towards Top at the beginning of the episode was incredibly annoying to me. First of all, using Boeing to make Top jealous is just stooping to Top's level, so I'm glad Mew quickly moved on from that. But something about Mew's expressions when talking to Top strike me as so entitled. Mew as a character rubs me the wrong way more often than not, and I'm tempted to say it's all because of that sense of entitlement just ebbing off of him at all times. He's justified in being angry at Top, but every time he's onscreen I can't help but get annoyed.

Prayer circle for happy boyfriends SandRay in the finale!! I'm a bit scared but still hopeful that once this Boeing mess is sorted out, they'll be okay. They were just fine until he came back, which tells me that once he's removed from the situation, they'll go back to being happy and in love. I choose to believe the best. 😊🥲 <3

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Okay!! Hi! hello. Um Hi 🥲

So I'm a new follower and I'm INLOVE with your Wereroomies series (I have to go binge read your other series as well, not sure when my hyperfixation on Wereroomies will let me tho-) I've only read 2 so far with Lee Know, Hyunjin & Felix (The Hyunjin & Felix fic had my brain going 'wiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr' the entire time I'd been reading) and I honestly am SO excited for when you write a fic with Jisung (Hi Jisung, Felix, Hyunjin & Seungmin biased here, how are you darling? ) aahh the anticipation for when you do has be so hyped and no pressure too write it because you have tons of fics to keep my brain going 'bbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrr' while I wait xD

Another thing I came here to say is that when you implicated that there were other hybrids besides Werewolves (Werebats, werecats etc in your Hyunjin & Felix fic) It got me thinking if Werelions were a thing? I'm a Leo so it crossed my mind as I was thinking 'I wonder what werecreature I'd be? Maybe a Lion since I'm a Leo?' and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind😅

I read your profile to see if your requests were open or closed but I didn't see any implication of either so I'm asking, if it IS open, would you consider writing a fic about what it would possibly be like if the members/a specific member (of your choosing) were to date a Werelion (If it would work out or not, how would dynamics be and all that good stuff) I'm genderfluid and I know male lions and lionesses are very/can be very different so I've honestly been torn between which gender to choose but I'm gonna go with lionesses BUT if you want to write about a male lion you very much can, i wouldn't mind. That is if you even acknowledge this part of my ask😅

If your requests are closed just ignore the request part of this ask hahah but that's all I really have to say, that and I ADORE YOUR WEREROOMIES SERIES as I stated before😭💗 I really do like it a lot so far and can't wait to read the rest✨

hiii, bb. aaa i'm glad you've enjoyed wereroomies so far💜💜💜💜 it's always good to see some love for hyunlix's instalment. i love them deeply, they're so sdkjfhskjhfskdf

i think werelions could absolutely be a thing, on the sole basis of "why the hell not?" hahah. however, i have to say i don't take requests (: i have it written in my pinned post and my about.

i do take suggestions, meaning that if the idea piques my interest i might write something with it at some point, just as i might not, you know what i mean? so for now, i'll simply add it to the list of suggestions. regardless, thanks for being respectful about it~

i hope you enjoy the rest of wereroomies ! if you ever feel like it, don't hesitate to share your thoughts about any of the stories. i love to read y'all's thoughts and the feedback is always encouraging💜💜💜💜💜

[hey-kae]

Driving Lessons

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Request: Your content has been keeping me FED!!! Ok I am back with another request possibly if you felt inspired because your writing is just so good!!!!! Maybe a fic with Charles where he teaches you to drive a manual car? Like let’s you learn on his Ferrari maybe? Could turn smutty or just stay cute fluff :)

Warnings: language, unprotected sex, quickie in the car mainly (ended up including smut cause it’s been a while)

Sidenote: Happy race weekend! (Hopefully🥲) Finishing this while watching FP2 felt like a peak f1 fan moment. I’m really sorry this took so long but the few past days were rather messy. Next requests will be up faster i think.

It had all started a bit over a month ago when Charles had asked you if you wanted to try driving a Ferrari, only to receive an embarrassed «I don't know how to drive manual cars" as a mumbled answer from you.

Charles, who was basically required to have that knowledge due to his career, seemed to forget that most people didn't know how to operate a stick-shift vehicle. Something in him made him want to teach you so he didn’t hesitate to make the proposal.

"Chérie, most Ferraris aren't even manual but that is not the point. I want to teach you how to drive a manual, if you want to obviously.” He had replied. Fast forward a few days, you had ended up together in a manual car in an empty parking lot with you panicking in the driver's seat and Charles watching you with ultimate entertainment from the passenger one.

Needless to say, that first teaching session ended

miserably with zero progress being made. The two of you were highly impatient what had inevitably led to some bickering before Charles drove the two of you back home in tense silence that had stuck around until you both caved in and apologized later at night, not being able to withstand many hours without talking to each other.

The second teaching attempt was currently in progress.

“Fuck! Fuck, I can’t do it.” Your shaking hands wrapped around the steering wheel in a death grip as you panicked and felt your heart racing.

Charles, who was sat in the seat beside you, was staring at you with undiluted amusement, the smallest smile ghosting over his lips as he watched how nervous you were.

“Baby, start the car first.” He chuckled, his hand reaching over to squeeze your tensed ones as they remained fisted around the steering wheel, “And, relax.”

“But, you said i have to step on I don’t know what pedals before starting the car. Why is this so complicated?!” Your eyes kept scanning the empty parking lot for any threat as your anxiety levels rose the more you thought about being the one controlling the car.

“Yes, step down on the clutch and turn it on. That is easy, I promise. You did that just fine last time.” He shot you a reassuring smile that did nothing to reassure you.

Taking a deep breath, you looked down at your feet, moving your left one to step over the clutch pedal.

“Mon amour, you can’t look down every time you have to have to step on a pedal. You’ll crash.”

“Shut up, Charles. Why the fuck did i agree to this?” You snapped at him as you turned the engine on, hearing it hum to life.

“See? That was easy. Now, put it into first gear.” He asked, testing if you remembered how to do that from last time but doubting that you would given your reaction to his words.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in a fidgety manner, you attempted to concentrate and recall Charles’ instructions from last time. You looked down at the gear stick, trying to remember which direction you needed to move it in.

“Right…” you trailed off, “bottom right?” You grimaced, knowing that it was most likely the wrong direction.

Sighing, Charles shook his head no.

“Non, chérie. Top left.”

Groaning in frustration, you moved the stick as instructed and turned to look at him, feigning annoyance.

“Now what?”

“Hand break off.” You did that as he spoke, “Step on the gas and get the RPM to around 1500, then slowly -and i mean slowly- lift your foot off the clutch.”

You nodded, mainly to encourage yourself and hesitantly followed Charles’ instructions, trying to ignore the fact that his hand replaced yours on the hand break as soon as you put it down as a precaution.

When the number in front of you reached the desired mark, you lifted your foot off the clutch pedal a bit too quick and the car jerked forward.

“Doucement, mon amour!” Slowly, my love.

“Alright, alright!” You said, much too distracted by the fact that the car was actually moving and you were driving it to care for Charles’ reaction.

Following that, everything seemed to fall into place. Charles taught you when to change gears and how to do it. That caused some slight issues since you kept getting confused on which direction you were supposed to move the gear shift in but Charles, in an usual display of patience, kept showing you what to do, giving you soft praises when you’d finally get it right, sometimes taking your hand in his and softly kissing your knuckles.

“Look at you, you’re doing so good!” He giddily smiled when you shifted from gear 2 to gear 3 without his help. An equally big smile had taken over your face as you moved the car slowly but surely around the parking lot. It felt like an accomplishment, maybe a small one but an accomplishment nonetheless.

“Next step has to be a Formula 1 car.” Charles joked, keeping his face straight to see if he’d get a reaction out of you.

You briefly glimpsed at him in disbelief, hoping that he was joking.

“Fuck, no. That is where i draw the line.” You replied with determination, shaking your head, making it clear that you refused the offer.

Charles laughed at your tone, the sound making you smile as his dimples showed and his laughter rung through the car. You loved hearing him laugh, it gave you butterflies and eased all the worries you could ever have.

“I love you.” The words naturally slipped out of your mouth as a reaction to his laughter.

“I love you too, and i’m so proud of you.” He said back, still watching every move you made to ensure you were doing everything right.

“I literally only drove a car around a parking lot.”

Charles shrugged, “I love seeing you do things that scare you no matter how much you are scared of them. C'est l'une des raisons pour lesquelles je t'aime tant.” It’s one of the reasons i love you so much.

His words made you heart dance so you slightly turned to face him, a smitten smile taking over your face as you took in his expression and the way he was looking at you so lovingly.

He was distracting, sitting there with his half buttoned shirt and slightly messy hair. A bit too distracting considering the fact that you were behind the wheel, in charge of the vehicle carrying the both of you at the moment.

“Eh, regarde devant toi, chérie.” Hey, look in front of you, darling. Charles’ tone quickly turned back serious as he noticed you nearing a curb. He reached over and turned the steering wheel himself, ending the moment quite effectively but for a highly reasonable reason.

“Oh, yeah.” You continued turning the car in the opposite direction, still feeling his gaze all over you as you took the vehicle for yet another turn around the empty space.

“I could watch you drive for hours, mon amour.” He said, now a bit more relaxed in his seat since you seemed to have memorized the basics.

“Trust me, i feel the same way. You look so hot when you’re driving and it’s just-“ you realized you were going down the road headed straight towards rambling so you rephrased, “But, yeah… You watching me drive for hours is never gonna happen ‘cause I, in fact, won’t be driving you around for hours, monsieur pilote professionel de course.” Mr. professional racing driver.

Charles laughed at your statement, blushing slightly at the compliment you had slipped there.

“Don’t worry, i like being the one driving. This is so stressful, mon amour.” He chuckled.

“Do you want to try driving on the road?” He asked after few seconds of silence, “There isn’t a lot of traffic today.”

You hummed as you considered your options. You could get on the road and completely nail it or you could get on the road and crash into something. Or worse, someone.

“Let’s say i try driving on the road and it goes - how do i say it - badly, to phrase it lightly. Would it be all over social media within a few minutes?” You asked with a grimace.

“I think so, yeah… You want to try?” He smirked.

“I say let’s save the international embarrassment for next time.” You cringed at the thought of having multiple people discussing a mistake you made.

“I think you should try. You will not crash, i’m sure. I think.” His eyes were already watching the cars speeding by outside the parking lot.

“But, Charles-“ you began protesting but was quickly cut off.

“I’ll be right there with you, love.” He squeezed your thigh comfortingly, “If you feel like you don’t want to do it anymore, we’ll just park on the side and switch seats.”

This could go so wrong or so right. There was technically barely any middle ground.

“I feel like i’m gonna regret this but ok.” You complained, heading hesitantly and slowly for the exit.

“Check both sides.” Charles instructed, leaning over himself to check for incoming cars.

“I know, i kinda have to do this in automatic too.” You sarcastically spoke, reaching over and pushing him back so you could see the other side of the road.

Despite his unwavering hatred for being in the passenger seat, he was finding this experience highly entertaining.

Once you deemed it safe, you joined the ongoing traffic, blending in with the surrounding cars fast enough. Luckily, this was a skill you had acquired a long time ago when you first learned how to drive an automatic.

“Safe rejoin?” You teasingly asked.

“An okay one, i think.” Charles grinned at you.

Out on the road, you drove well enough for your first time, only making minimal mistakes. Even Charles had admitted to you that this was going better than he had expected. It was all nearly perfect until you reached a busier road with an intersection taunting you from a bit down the street.

You found yourself panicking and continuously checking the mirrors even when you didn’t need to do that.

“Tell me what’s wrong, mon amour.” Charles immediately took notice of your change of demeanor.

“Fuck, there’s an intersection, what do i do? This is stressful.” You rushed the words.

“Hey, relax. I’m right here. Do you want me to drive?”

You nodded, thankful that he asked.

“Park there.” He pointed to yet another parking lot off the street and you did that gladly, following his instructions on how to properly stop the car. Once the vehicle was parked, you huffed out a breath of relief and slagged in the seat.

“I’m not doing that ever again.” You said just as Charles spoke as well, “You did so good.”

He chuckled at the difference of spirits before softly calling your name.

“Je pense vraiment que tu as bien conduit pour une débutante.” I really do think you drove well for a beginner. He reassured, his hand grazing your thigh as if to confirm his words.

“That’s a polite way to say you sucked, better luck next time.” You mocked, turning in your seat to face him, letting him see your accusatory looks.

“I promise you, it is not.” He laughed, taking your hand in his and caressing your skin softly.

“For the sake of my ego, I’m choosing to believe you.” You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, feeling his soft lips against yours as your hand cupped his face.

“We didn’t fight this time.” You pulled away to point out, your eyes studying how Charles’ skin seemed to glow as golden hour neared it’s ending, the dark threatening to take over in a few minutes.

“Thankfully.” He beamed and gave you a peck, “Je pense que ça a quelque chose à faire avec comme c'était seduisant de te voire conduire comme ça.” I think it has something to do with how attractive it was to see you drive like that.

You blushed and looked away, watching the sky darken through the windshield window.

“I wouldn’t exactly say it was significantly impressive, unless you like seeing me nervous. We did have to stop after all.” You argued, feeling Charles fingers wrap around your forearm, wanting you closer to him.

“Trust me, it was still hot.” He helped you over the center console, guiding you to straddle his lap as he mentally thanked god for how obscure this parking lot seemed to be, fenced by tall trees that shadowed it.

His hand immediately grabbed onto your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap rather than hover over him.

“It was this hot, ma chérie.” Charles pushed up his hips, letting you feel how hard he already was.

“Oh.” You barely said, feeling yourself getting wet from just that slight friction.

“Yes, oh.” Charles giggled before bringing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss that held as much lust as it held love, his tongue clashing against yours in a hungry manner.

“I need you, mon amour.” You felt the vibrations of his words against your lips.

“Yours to take, Charles. Always.” The words and your hands traveling down to palm him made him groan and pull away from the kiss as he felt you undo his pants and wrap you hand around his cock, feeling just how hard this had made him.

“Fuck, baby. We could’ve stopped earlier.” You said, moving your hand to push down your own pants and underwear, leaving them to lay on the car floor.

Charles didn’t say anything back. He just pulled you closer and began kissing your neck, mumbling for you to “just do something”.

Having suddenly become just as needy, you did what he asked you to. Your hand wrapped around his cock and you guided him to your entrance, sinking down on him, feeling him stretch you out and poke at your deepest spots.

“Oh god… Charles.” You whimpered, resting your forehead against his shoulder so you’d give your body a minute to adjust.

“Right here with you, love.” He rubbed your back, feeling you clench around him.

Once you had adjusted to the feeling of being so full, you started moving, bouncing on his dick slowly and watching his reaction to the movements. His lips parted as his head fell back against the headrest, his eyes closing as he took in how good you felt around him.

Car sex wasn’t a common reoccurrence for you and Charles since he seemed to always get filmed while simply just driving around so the unfamiliarity of this made it much more pleasurable, especially since the lack of surrounding space forced your bodies closer than ever.

You leaned closer until your chest was flush against his and kissed his jaw, moving a bit faster once you felt his grip on your waist tighten.

Having regained a bit of self control back, Charles bucked his hips, pushing deeper into your wet pussy.

You moaned as you felt him so deep.

“Oh, fuck. Charles…” You breathlessly squealed, having lost authority over your voice.

“Je sais, chérie. Feels so good, doesn’t it?” He kissed you, muffling the whimper you had used as a reply and pushing you backwards so that your back touched the dashboard.

The kiss turned sloppy as you felt his hand travel down your body, pressing down against the bottom of your stomach as he thrust his hips into you.

“Is this okay?” He asked, feeling the movements of his cock inside you against his palm.

“Shit, it feels…so good. Fuck.” He felt you squeeze him, affirming your claim.

You pushed him back and took charge of the pace once again, moving faster against him, making him moan as he continued moving his body in sync with yours.

You were already feeling your orgasm build up and judging by the sounds Charles was making, he was feeling the same.

“I’m not gonna last long.” You warned, already feeling yourself clenching around his cock.

“Me too, don’t worry.” He said, moving one of his hands down to rub your clit, increasing the stimulation.

That made you moved faster, eager for a release as you felt yourself getting closer until your movements became sloppy and you finally let go. You came, moaning Charles’ name breathlessly.

Knowing you needed time to recover, he took the lead, using his hands to steady your body as he thrust his hips up repeatedly. A few pushes was all it took for him to release his cum into you, exhaling in relief as he did so.

Charles hugged you close as the two of you sat still to catch your breaths, whispering small sweet remarks to you, telling you how much he loves you.

“This is way better than arguing, mon amour.” He smiled, combing his fingers through your hair as he smiled.

“Yeah, I actually like the way this lesson ended.” You chuckled into the embrace, feeling Charles’ lips kiss your temples.

“Then, i have to find a way to convince you to drive a manual again.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No need. If you promise that every lesson will end like this, i’ll drag you out of the house to go driving everyday.” You chuckled, kissing him briefly.

“Vraiment?” Really? He teased, lifting your body up a little to pull out, “How about we go back home and i fuck you again?” His eyes staring into yours were challenging you as if you’d ever say no to that.

“Ça sera parfait.” That would be perfect. “Hurry up and get driving.” You said, leaving a few open mouthed kisses down his neck.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard again.” He fiddled with his pants, buttoning them and getting out of the car to get in the driver’s seat, leaving you in the passenger seat, pulling your underwear and your pants back on and chuckling to yourself as you watched how he was rushing to get the car going.

It was then that you decided that maybe learning how to drive a manual car wasn’t so bad after all.

[cellophaine]

hey! I absolutely love your series lingered affections, I was wondering if you could write something about meating Matt in college; then confessing love for each other. Maybe something dramatic;) Love you work!!<3

I Get Along Without You Very Well

Pairing: College!Matt Murdock x Reader (main focus), College!Matt Murdock x College!Elektra Natchios

Warnings: Very light angst. Reader is lowkey emotionally detached. Matt is lowkey clueless. Time jumps.

Author's Note: I'm very very sorry for the wait! 😭 I hope this would be worth it (?). If not, I really am sorry 🥲

As always, any likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! <3

GIF is not mine

You slumped in the uncomfortable seat, your hand absent-mindedly tapping on the smooth surface of the desk before you. All you wanted was for the class to begin already so it could end faster, which meant you could go back to your dorm and take a fat nap until your friend woke you up for a $5 greasy pizza slice in Harlem. You would argue with her that $5 was too much for a piece, to which she would reply that it was big enough to make the fattest rat in New York hesitate, to which you would counter going all the way to Harlem for a slice of pizza is ridiculous, to which she would deadpan "you're just lazy" which would be true to some extends. You couldn't bother going out on a Friday night after a brutal first week at Columbia. Who knew studying law would be this hard?

You were lost in the fast-forwarding of your night until someone cleared their throat somewhere behind you.

"I'm sorry, is this History and Philosophy of Law class?"

You lifted your gaze towards the giant blackboard at the end of the room, decorated with equally large and flowery letters that said: "Welcome to History and Philosophy of Law!" As if those little rays of sunshine drawn around the course's name magically made the class more interesting, you thought. 

"... yeah. It's pretty obvious, don't you think?"

You turned in your seat, craning your head up to the source of the voice. The rest of your sentence died down to a whisper like water escaping through the drain in a quiet whoosh. You took in the rectangle glass and the more obvious indication of why he could not see the board, a white cane with a red accent at the end.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. What is obvious?"

You diverted your lingering gaze away from the adorable side part of his hair and the innocent smile accompanying his clueless expression. You shook your head before letting out a sigh, resuming your position as before. Just a little straighter. 

"Never mind. I was being stupid."

You went back to examining the blackboard when he spoke up again.

"Can I sit here with you?"

He pointed to the seat beside you. You shrugged nonchalantly. 

"Yeah, go ahead. Feel free to practice your constitutional right."

That earned a lighthearted chuckle from him, and you found yourself … not disliking the sound. He felt around for the desk next to yours, and you sneaked a glance at him every so often. After settling in, he turned to you, extending a hand with a friendly smile.

"My name is Matt Murdock."

You let out a soft hum in response, making no move to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Matthew."

His lips flattened in a way you knew was a mix of amusement and faux displeasure.

"It's Matt. What's your name?"

You exhaled softly through your nose, mildly vexed at this stranger's attempt at making small talk with you, or worse, getting to know you. The thought made you shudder. You offered him an evasive answer instead.

"None of your business."

"Nice to meet you, None-of-your-business."

You snorted, too loud for the echo of the classroom, which drew some stares toward the pair of you. You didn't expect him to sass you back, especially in such a prompt manner. You bit back a laugh as the professor asked for everyone's attention and introduced herself. You glanced at him again to see a dopey smile on his face mirroring your own, making him look even more adorable than the side part of his hair. Your heart did a stupid, fluttering thing then. 

After that day, Matt became an unexpected addition to your life. You sat together for every class you shared, and to which the two of you found out later that it was all of them, even the Spanish course. He introduced you to his roommate Foggy, widening your friend circle even though you had no desire to do so. Matt gradually coaxed you out of your shell, and before you knew it, you were hanging out with the duo every week with an occasional drop-in from your friend. You spent many late nights with Matt, with early cups of coffee and catching up meals in between. You took care of each other, which was something that came naturally. At first, you thought it was purely transactional. You did it because you didn't want to owe him a favour. But you slowly came to a realization that Matt did it for anyone he cared about. This tangible string between you became an iron thread, blurring the border between platonic admiration and all-consuming infatuation. You harboured a crush, and it was a little too late when your stubborn self came to accept that. 

Elektra's appearance in Matt's life was like the last nail to your coffin of unrequited feelings. She was a mysterious force, pulling Matt with her. Study sessions were mostly you and Foggy cooping up in the library, and you rarely saw Matt these days. You told Foggy something you never told anyone in one of those hangouts when it was only the two of you. Little did you know, it only tangled the delicate web of sorrow that cast over your fate and Matt's.

It would appear that all it took was lots of alcohol and a convincing argument from Foggy at an end-of-semester celebration for you to drunkenly walked down the hall to Matt's dorm at two in the morning. They haven't made it official, Foggy said with so much conviction. Before going in, he gave you two thumbs up with a grin so bright it made his eyes squint shut. With your cheerleader just outside the door, you gathered courage, walking to his door with little stumbling, as you so proudly recalled. You composed a speech in your head, practicing with a barely-there whisper in the quiet hall. Most students had gone home for Christmas, with some exceptions. 

Before his door, you took a deep breath, knocking with less assurance than you would have liked. He couldn't tell how nervous you were by the way you knocked, could he? All of your wandering thoughts evaporated as Matt opened the door, a flustered look on his face. He didn't have his glasses on, and it allowed you to look at his unsighted eyes. They were focused on a point on your shoulder; the usual vivid hazel was darkened in the dimly lit hallway. The light was off in his room, making you feel even more guilty about disturbing his peace.

His voice called out to you with husky touch to his undertone. Was it sleep? Was it something else?

"What are you doing here? It's very late. Are you okay?"

You adored the way his confusion turned into concern for you in the same breath. 

"Oh! Uhm, yes, I'm fine, as fine as I can be. In my tip-top conditions."

You laughed nervously, internally cringing at your rambling. But you couldn't help yourself.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I know that it's late–"

"–that's okay. I was just–"

"–but I just want to tell you something."

You spoke simultaneously; words bounced off each other, woven in a jumble of sound with the message lost in between. You chuckled nervously, and Matt followed.

"Of course. What do you want to tell me?"

You took a deep breath, willing your voice to stay steady.

"I–"

"Matthew, who is it?"

Elektra's unmistakable silky voice rang out from the inside, making the confession die on the tip of your tongue. You forced yourself to swallow it down, burying the words of love with the haste of your shovel with each painful thud in your heart. The thumps in your chest felt like they rattled your ribcage, turning everything else into a soft blur. You blinked back the tears that welled along the rims of your eyes. Like a glass full, you were afraid you would spill and break in front of him. The least you could do was allow yourself the dignity from a faux composure.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Matt turned his sightless yet curious gaze to you, imploring you to continue. You shaped your lips into a forced smile, hoping it could mask your devastation.

"I just want to wish you a good night. And that I'll see you in class."

He stayed silent; the slight waver in your voice didn't convince him. You knew that because you knew him,

"Are you okay?"

The tenderness of his voice and the way he gently called your name caressed your fragile mind.

"Yeah, yes, I'm fine. I should get out of your hair."

Matt held his hands up, motioning you to wait for him. He went to take his coat off the hook on the wall, speaking out to you.

"I'll take you back to your dorm. You shouldn't be out by yourself this … late." 

By the time he got to the door, you were already walking down the hall with the phantom of Matt's voice calling out your name close behind. 

The Christmas break provided you with a much-needed space so you could coddle your broken heart. You kept in touch with Foggy, and responded to occasional messages with Matt. You tried to keep the contact with him at a minimum, enough not to arouse any suspicion. The break also gave you enough time to develop a foolproof plan to avoid Matt as much as you could. The second semester went on almost seamlessly with your diligent effort to commit to your plan. You came to class just before the lecture started, choosing a seat far away from Matt, and leaving before he could catch up with you. You found excuses not to hang out, study, or do anything in close quarters with them. While Foggy understood why, Matt didn't. Distancing yourself was the only way you knew how to soothe the ache in your chest every time you were struck with the thought of Matt. You knew your feelings would never be reciprocated. You lost your chance.

However, Foggy remained hopeful.

"I know Matt, and I know that he likes you. A lot."

"If he liked me that much, he wouldn't be with Elektra."

You said with resignation. Foggy stayed quiet, musing in the weight of your admission.

"I'm sorry." 

You shrugged nonchalantly as if your action reflected how you truly felt.

"It is what it is. It was my fault for catching feelings."

You reached over the table, patting Foggy's hand.

"I'll be okay. I will get over it."

You never quite did, especially when Matt unexpectedly ambushed you on the way to your dorm.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

And when you kept your lips shut, refusing to provide him with an honest answer, Matt said with a broken edge to his voice.

"I miss my friend."

With a biting bitterness on your tongue, you spoke softly as if that could lessen the blow.

"I wish I could say the same."

More time passed as the last encounter drew a line between you and Matt. A part of you felt relief since you didn't have to find an excuse not to hang out anymore. Still, the other part of you felt guilty for what happened. You could have kept it together and still got to have him in your life. But, from deep down, you knew that you would rather have all of Matt than just bits and pieces you knew couldn't satisfy the bottomless greed when it came to him.

You carried on with your life without him, feeling the emptiness of the space that belonged to him. You finished the first semester better than you anticipated, waltzing into summer with a lightness to your steps. You took a part-time job at a coffee shop, enjoying what the New York summer had to offer. You went to the bookstores, museums, parks and vintage shops. You spent the summer in a comfortable solitude, and you found yourself enjoying it. You found yourself thinking about Matt all the time; not once did his voice fade in your head as you thought it should.

The second year kicked off, and like the last time, you still avoided Matt. It went on until you went back to your dorm after a long day of classes, only to find a sock on the doorknob. You went to the library after getting a measly cold sandwich from a bodega close by with a water bottle before heading to the library. You walked up the stairs, taking turns to the usual spot you took, finding Matt already sitting there, his hand splayed on the open book. You let out a small "oh shit" before walking backwards straight into the bookshelf, letting out a pained whimper at the sudden impact. Matt's head snapped up with a curious look. He called out your name, and you cursed yourself for not running fast enough.

"Sorry, I'll leave now."

Matt stood up almost immediately; the chair scraped back harshly on the marble floor. 

"No! Please, stay here."

You exhaled nervously, slowly backing up with every word you said. 

"That's alright. I don't think it's a good–"

"Please?"

You yielded at his pleading tone. You cursed yourself for giving in so easily as you sat down, pulling out your textbook.

"Just like the good old days, hm?"

Matt said with a bashful air in his tone and face. That drew a soft smile to your face, and you hummed softly in agreement. You cleared your throat after a few moments of silence. 

"How's– Foggy?"

You had intended to ask about Elektra, but you were too much of a coward. Matt had a quizzical look on his face.

"He's fine. I thought you guys keep in touch? That's what he told me."

"Busted."

A brief silence fell over you. It didn't stay that way for longer than a minute as you went for it.

"How is … Elektra?"

You lifted your head from the textbook as Matt didn't answer your question. A hint of hurt embedded itself onto the furrow of his brows, in the slight tilt of his frown. He must know that you were looking as he cleared his throat.

"We broke up a while ago."

You went still at the news. Matt looked like a kicked puppy at this moment, and all you wanted was to pull him in for a hug.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It just wasn't meant to be, you know? I thought she was the one, but she ... proved me wrong."

"I'm sorry. Breakups are never easy."

You ended up talking for the whole night, catching up with what you had missed in the other's life. Around 1 AM, you walked to a diner that opened late, ordering yourself some hot chocolate and food to share. When the conversation winded down, you didn't think twice when you reached across the table, placing your hand on top of his.

"I missed you."

Your heart did a stupid, fluttering thing again when Matt turned his palm up, threading his fingers with yours.

"I missed you, too."

Things started to be the way it was again. Yet, there was something different. You got meaningful, somewhat suggestive looks from Foggy, the way Matt seemed to get flustered around you more and more. You blamed it on the awkwardness when you rekindled your friendship. It could take a while for you to be comfortable around each other again. You could deal with that.

On a cloudy night that turned into the pouring rain, you walked Matt back to his dorm after spending some time at the library. You were soaking wet when you reached the building, and the rain only poured down harder. Matt invited you in for shelter. You shivered at the welcoming warmth of the room, taking in the layout. Foggy's side was a little messy, with no sign of him anywhere. Matt promptly informed you that Foggy was out with Marci, and he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. Matt gave you a towel, letting you dry off while he rummaged through his drawer to find a change of clothes for the both of you. On the opposite side of the bed, with your backs turned to each other, you put on his sweatshirt, pulling on the sweatpants that were a little too big on you. You subtly took in a deep breath, smiling at the faint smell of his laundry detergent in the soft material. 

Matt sat on the floor by his bed, and after putting on his clothes, you joined him. You fidgetted with the long sleeves; your thigh almost touched his. You could feel the heat his body radiated at this distance, pulling you towards him. But you stayed put.

After a while, Matt whispered into the space between you.

"What happened to us?"

You knew what he was talking about. It was something you thought would come eventually, and you hoped, when it did, you would be prepared for it. 

Still, you thought this was something you could never prepare for. It wasn't a test. It was a gentle demand of the truth, and it wasn't easy even at that. 

"I just felt like there wasn't any place for me in your life anymore. So I thought it was better to take myself out of the picture."

You picked at a fraction of the truth, for it was the easier part. Matt felt for your hand, clasping it between the warmth of his hands.

"You will always have a place in my life. You will always have my time."

You shook your head.

"No, that will not always be the case, and it's okay. There will be a time when I'm just somebody you knew."

You said matter-of-factly. The grasp of Matt's hands on yours tightened as the desperation in his voice convinced you to think otherwise.

"No, don't say that. You're breaking my heart."

You reached out with your hand, smoothing a few strands of his hair away from his forehead. When you pulled back, your fingers were damp with moisture.

"All broken hearts mend at some point, Matt. They don't stay broken forever. I know that all too well."

"What do you mean? Did something happen?"

You sighed deeply, finally feeling the courage you permitted yourself to let go of what you wanted to say to him that night.

"I loved you, Matt, in a way I knew I shouldn't. Then, Elektra came, and I knew I had lost my chance. I tried to get over you, I ... I tried to cope with my broken heart by staying away."

Matt's hand came up to rest on your jawline, angling your face so you could look at him. His voice was a husky, barely-there whisper, spoke with such raw tenderness that made your heart ache.

"Tell me that I'm not too late. Tell me that you still … love me."

You didn't dare to breathe; the air locked in your chest as you searched for the meaning behind his words.

"What are you saying?"

Matt licked his lips, releasing a slow and nervous sigh.

"I have loved you for so long. It's always been you. I was stupid not to realize that out of fear of losing you if you didn't feel the same. So I accepted that I could never have a chance with you."

Emotions rushed through you, making your head spin. You couldn't quite believe what he was saying. You wanted to cry tears of frustration and let your body sag to the floor with your head on Matt's thighs. Pure exhaustion from secrets, lost time, and misunderstanding caught up to you, rendering you silent. But, underneath it all was this blossoming happiness, growing at a dangerous pace. It spread through your body like wildfire, and you didn't want to put it out. You wanted to bask in the heat, in the feeling of being loved by someone you adored.

Matt brought your hand to his lips, pressing a tender and tentative kiss to your knuckles, soliciting the most important thing –

"Please, tell me, am I too late?"

– the key to his heart ever since the day you met. You closed the distance, whispering in between.

"No, you are not."

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Duvet

Chapter 1: Familiarity

Sagau x (gender neutral)reader

You were playing genshin impact, you finished the main story, and you were just doing some world quests when suddenly your eyes flutter close. Your body felt light, something coursing through your veins, and you felt the gentle but fast wind grazing your face.

   ‘Ugh my head…where am I?’ You got up from the soft grass and looked at your surroundings. The scenery was beautiful, but it felt familiar. You felt like you'd seen this place before but couldn't put your finger on it. You decide to walk around the forest area, not the smartest move but you need to get out of there somehow. 

While walking you saw something in the distance. ‘Are those…hilichurls?! Why are hilichurls…wait! I'm in genshin impact? Did I get isekaied in here? How does t-that even…’ You were too busy thinking about your situation to notice that the group of hilichurls noticed you and started to approach you. You jumped in shock, ‘Oh shit, I don’t even have a weapon, do I even have a vision. If I run, would they catch me? Oh, shit-huh?’ The hilichurls didn't attack you, they aren't even a bit hostile. They look…happy, are they happy to see you? In the game, once they see the traveler they attack automatically. This is…different to say the least. You felt your stomach growl, the hilichurls perk up at that. You let them take you to their camp, you were a bit hesitant but they treated you kindly. So with the ingredients they had, you decided to make them a meal, as a sign of gratitude. They seemed to enjoy it, with all the happy noises they were making, you just kept your head down, since you knew hilichurls didn't like showing their faces. 

Judging by the scenery it seems to be that you’re in Mondstadt. You could go there but you don't even have a weapon to defend yourself and the hilichurls can’t take you or else they would for sure be attacked, you didn't want that to happen, they were so nice to you. You hold your face in your hands and furrow your brows, trying to come up with a plan to get to Mondstadt and find a weapon. ‘Come on, think think think…I got it!’ You clear your throat to get the hilichurls attention, “Can you guys help me find a sword,” you grab a stick near you and lightly swing it like a sword. “A. Sword,” you emphasized, explaining what you were saying. They seemed to understand you and two of them went off, leaving you with the mitachurl, the larger version of a hilichurl. You hoped they knew what you were talking about.

-

You wave goodbye to the hilichurls and head off to your destination: Mondstadt. The hilichurls actually understood you, it wasn't like a five-star weapon or anything, but you could make do with what you got. They even found a leather satchel, whoever owned this must have had a lot of stuff in here. The satchel was so spacious, that you could almost put anything in there.  

It was starting to get dark, were you really walking for that long? *Snap* You whipped your head around holding your sword in a tight grip. You felt anxiety pool in your stomach, you swiftly turned and ran ahead. After a while you stopped, you sat on a rock to catch your breath, it seems no one was following you. You noticed that you’re near a road path, which means you’re close to a village or town. You got up and continued your journey to the city of freedom.

An: I wrote this on a Google Doc and it looked much more longer. Idk what happened🥲

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Tokyo Revengers boys : First date headcanons part 2 💓

check part 1 here .

Characters : Ken Ryuguji / Sano Manjiro / Matsuno Chifuyu

@swirrley I hope you enjoy this part 🌸

Genre: Fluff 🍬🍭🧁

Ken Ryuguji :

• This man would take you to the gym with him without hesitation.

• When he asked you to go on a date with him you started imagining a romantic dinner with candles and roses all over the place but he interrupted your fantasies when he said: "Don't forget to bring your towel and extra clothes to change"

• " eh? are we going to swim somewhere?"

• " hh no we're going to workout together"

• you be like 🥲😐

• But still you were low-key excited for it, what really matters is you spending time with him.

• Besides you would get to see his ehm abs.

• Both of you were alone at the gym, yes he rented the gym for both of you so you can be alone.

• " ohh no one came today? aah why are they so lazy?" he would say trying not to be sus.

• Lets say the whole work out session was you staring at him in awe. He was flexing and showing off his skills.

• He would help you in pull ups. you would be struggling a bit so he would grab your waist and help you up a bit complimenting you.

• " yes you're doing great ".

• He touches you whenever he helps you in something.

• Both of you were tired at the end of the work out session.

• " Thank you for today y/n , you're a great gym partner i admit it. Let's do this more often" he said while both of you were packing your things after taking a shower.

• You would smile but low-key sad because nothing romantic happened yet.

• Again you were interrupted when he pushed you on the locker gently and towered you.

• " ehh D-draken? "

• " I just want to say that i like you so much, I'm sorry if going to the gym as a first date is a boring and stupid idea but i had nothing else in mind, i really suck at this, b-but *he would look away blushing* Mikey told me that going to a coffee shop would be better as a first date , so *he looks back at you* please let me make it up for you... y/n would you go out with me ?"

• You would smile and rest your palm on his cheek " nothing is wrong with going to the gym as a first date Draken, as long as I'm with you i would literally follow you anywhere."

• Both of you would smile then share a little kiss.

Sano Manjiro:

• This cutie would take you to a restaurant and order a lot of food.

• "y/n what about we go out and eat together ? I'm starving"

• "oh? y-eah sure"

• You didn't think about it as a date.

• Maybe because he wasn't clear about it. I mean you thought it was a normal thing just to eat together because you usually eat together but not alone tho.

• You lowkey hoped it was a date tho.

• " So y/n what do you like to eat?" he would say excitedly.

• " Whatever you like Mikey I'm fine with everything "

• " oh what about a kids' meal? i brought two flags so we can put them on the food"

• You would be surprised but it would warm your heart , just seeing him excited over a kids' meal, or even the idea of eating together and sharing cute moments even if it wasn't a date.

• " here y/n open your mouth, take a bite from this one...yeah good girl"

• After eating your food and laughing a lot he would become really sleepy but he would express his feelings, he tends to be extra honest when he's about to sleep " y/n thank you for going out on a date with me,, i -i really had fun and ate a lot of tasty food... but i think your lips are tastier."

• you would be shocked, so this was ...a date?

• He would grab your chin and kiss your lips, your eyes wide open and your face heated up.

• He would pull back smiling and yawing.

• You took a few seconds to realize everything.

• When you looked at him to tell him that you like him, you found him sleeping.

• " eh? Mikey!? are you asleep. How am i going to carry you home now? "

• You would run your fingers through his hair smiling to yourself. " so it was a date".

• You would call Draken to come to the restaurant so he can carry him home.

Matsuno Chifuyu:

• He would be really shy to ask you out on a date.

• Would be stuttering but Baji would expose him.

• " Y/n are you f-free this evening?" he would say almost as a whisper.

• " huh? i couldn't catch that can you say it again?".

• " um i was s-saying..."

• " He said are you free this evening, he's planning to take you out in a date because he lik-" said Baji but chifuyu jumped on him and closed his mouth with his hand.

• " ahah Baji-san why did you do that"

• Baji would shrug his shoulders laughing.

• "actually yes I'm free, we can go on a date if you want of course".

• " yes of course i want to".

• " see you should thank me for that Chifuyu, enjoy your date guys". said Baji smirking

• "So where are you taking me?"

• "What about the arcade? it would be really fun!"

• You would nod excitedly happy that your crush finally asked you out.

• Both of you would have a lot of fun playing all the games. Most of the time you beating him.

• He would pout and say " ohh y/n-chan you're really good at this"

• He would walk you home at night.

• " mm Chifuyu earlier Baji-san was about to say something but you didn't let him finish it and I'm kind of curious about it".

• "oh about that.. I'm sorry maybe Baji-san ruined it but what he wanted to say is that i like you"

• you would look at him, your eyes lit up from happiness.

• " I like you so much y/n ,, no i actually love you,, it took me months to realize those feelings, i didn't know how to explain them, the sudden heart race whenever I'm near you, the butterflies in my stomach when you smile to me...or the electricity running through my body whenever our hands touch. y/n would you be my girlfriend?".

• "Chifuyu.." you would say and hug him immediately.

• " I've been waiting for this for a long time, I'm glad you love me back".

• Both of you would share a very long warm hug, taking into each others' scent .

• His hands wrapped around your figure protectively and your hands on his back grabbing on his shirt tightly.

• " I'll protect you forever y/n" .

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Insecurities 🥲

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x pansexual!Reader (romantic) Bucky Barnes x pansexual!Reader (ex-romance)

Summary: After a bad relationship with the Winter Soilder will you be able to make it work with the Black Widow.

Warning: Mentions of neglect, bad writing. Angst but not really. Fluff.

Author's Note: I'm questioning my own sexuality so don't be surprised if pansexual reader stories are more common. (Also Ste I am working on your request I promise I just truly suck at writing)

Masterlist

snap

Smiling to yourself as the last rubberband falls in place you observe your handiwork.

"I think it looks good."

You mutter while placing a kiss against the red headed womans head. Natasha had given you the task of braiding her hair. The ex-assassin was VERY particular about her hair and how it was braided, she told you before you were the first person she allowed to braid her hair and it made you feel special in a whole different way. Braiding Natasha's hair was definitely not something you got on the first try, she didn't allow mistakes. She could see even the tinest imperfection and once you learned how to braid the way she liked there was the added layer of learning how to style the braids the way she liked. Your girlfriend is very bold and outspoken she isn't afraid to tell you when she doesn't like something and isnt past taking the whole style down if she doesn't like it. The style you had opted for today was a simple braid pattern back into a ponytail, it was something a little new, the redhead didn’t usually do ponytails but as far as you were concerned you could shower Natasha in garbage and she'd still be the sexiest woman you've ever seen.

"Thank you (Y/N)."

You smiled and nodded before retreating out of her room. Natasha liked to be alone before missions and you weren't the pushy type. Anything that the red head needed you do, you tended to spoil Natasha but you didn't care because Natasha deserved the world on a silver platter. Shaking your shoulders you get out of your own head as you approach your best friends room.

Knock knock boom.

Opening the door without hesitation after you knock you laugh at the surprised look on the scientist face.

"Mornin sunshine."

"(Y/N) why knock if you don't wait for permission to enter?"

The curly headed man let out with a yawn and a stretch before standing from his bed.

"I was knocking as a warning I was coming in not for permission to enter the room. Come on Brucie you know me by now."

The man let out a dry chuckle as he made his way to his bathroom. Studying Bruce as he goes, you see why him and Natasha dated. Bruce was good looking, out of Hulk form he wasn’t ripped like the rest of 'em. He spent most his time in the lab but honestly you did prefer a lil meat on the bones. His hair was longer than normal, the stuble on his face was starting to get a bit of thickness to it, and you'd never admit it but you love a man with chest hair. Sometimes you wonder if Natasha misses him, you see her seek him out when something truly tramatic has happened. He gives her a comfort you can't because he knows things you don’t and that eats away at you. You used to say you weren’t a jealous or possessive person you've always been extremely 'chill" and understanding but there is something different about Natasha that was the same in your ex-boyfriend. She is extremely cut off emotionally and so that scares you, you have already been through a hard neglectful relationship but it also scares you because Natasha still runs to Bruce. Maybe there are things you don't know and might not ever understand but is it wrong to wish your pressence was the one that was her safe haven.

"Want to come with me down to the lab? I still have some samples I need to run from yesterday, you could help you've been getting really good with the vials."

Bruce's voice snaps you out of your own thoughts. Raising your eyes to meet his with a small smile you shake your head.

"Not today my mean green fighting machine."

You say and barely finish your sentence before you bust out laughing. Bruce merely rolls his eyes but can't help the smile that plays at his lips.

"But no, I think I'm gonna go on a run clear my head."

Bruce's eyebrow raised as he dressed for the lab.

"Clear your head? You alright? Something you need to talk about?"

The question was heavy on your shoulders, Bruce was the greatest listener. He was always ready to help and seemed to know just the thing to say to make you feel better but right now that quality of him just made you angry. Maybe this is jealousy.

"Yeah I'm alright just so much bullshit in the world right now. I feel if I don't take a moment for it to just be me, Billie, and the sun I might go crazy."

Laughing at your response Bruce shakes his head before coming to stand by you.

"Alright you little booty bandit."

Your jaw dropped as Bruce broke out into laughter.

"Wow."

Was all that left your lips but you couldn't help the light chuckle and big smile on your face.

"There's nothing wrong with appreciating a good back side regardless of gender."

Smiling the man pushes playfully at your shoulder.

"I know little cheetah."

Smiling back at the man, your thoughts momentarily drift to how lucky you were to have a best friend like Bruce. Following him out of his room he throws a 'Good luck on your run' your way before heading towards the lab. Smiling till you weren't, it was now just you and your thoughts. Making your way to your own room you change into some shorts and a sports bra. Your shorts felt small you haven't been on a casual run in months and your body has definitely toned since then. Your ass cheeks felt like they were falling out but looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn't deny you looked good. Your large underbood tattoo on display along with the cherry blossom that ran up your back. Braiding your own hair back in a simple braid you throw a sweatband on your head. Putting in your headphones as you walk out your room you almost miss the whistle from down the hallway. Turning your head to see no other than the Falcon and the Winter Soilder. Rolling your eyes you smile at Sam and Bucky the bird brain and your ex-boyfriend always found themselves in trouble.

"Girl you look good. I see you, that gym time working out for you huh?"

Laughing at Sam you can't help that small blush at his compliment. Sam was easily your second favorite person here, he always made you smile and laugh even if you were upset.

"Thank you Sam."

"Heading out for a run?"

The words were heavy from Bucky he knew you only went on runs when you had something on your mind.

"Yeah I haven't been in a while and I miss the sun on my back."

You say with the biggest smile you can muster. Bucky doesn't believe you, not even for a second but he doesn't push the subject. He can already hear the argument now, about how he suddenly cares but couldn’t show you the light of day when you were together. Bucky has changed since then, there was still so much of the Winter Soilder in him when you guys dated. He had apologized to you though, when going through therapy you were the first person he called and so far, for the most part all is forgiven but some wounds take time and he knew you weren't over bringing it up to get him off your back.

"Alright girl well you go on head with ya bad self."

Smiling at Sam as you turn to walk away you can't help but think that Sam is walking around with so much confidence, that he just hands it out to people he interacts with. It didn't take you long to get out to the large garden where you all run, it also didn't surprise you to see Steve Rogers do his version of a jog (faster than any normal persons full on sprint). It was times like these you were thankful for your powers, the spirit of the cheetah within you giving you the speed and agility to easily keep up with Steve. Mr. Captin America definitely wasn’t your favorite person. He could be bossy and aggrivating, often opinionated and even though he takes in peoples thoughts he still has the slight mindset of 'he's always right' but for all your dislike there was easily the same amount of respect. Yes the man had his flaws but he was also the most honest, hard working, and driven man you'd ever met. So anytime you had a problem, a true problem, you came and talked to Steve. Stretching you get your body warmed up, playing your music softly you take off sprinting to catch up with Steve. Steve was fast at a full sprint the man could easily run up to 40-45 miles per hour but you were faster, your fastest clock reaching 82 mph. Catching up with the man easily you slow down to his pace keeping in time, silence settles between the two of you for the the first thirty minutes at least. You take this time to relish in how good it feels to run because you want to and not because you need to. The sun warms your skin like a blanket, the jog gets your body moving just enough to get your adrenaline pumping, the fresh air filling your lungs is like heaven on earth and so you allow your body to fall into a groove with Steve even though this was a bit slow for you it still felt amazing to be out here again. Steve is the one who breaks the silence, he always is.

"It's been a while since I've seen you out here."

You only hum in agreement as a response.

"And even longer since you've came to run with me."

You nod as he continues.

"So go ahead and tell me what's on your mind."

"I feel like I'm falling into a loop."

"Elaborate."

With a sigh you continue.

"Well my last relationship was a shit show and before you say anything to defend him because I know he's your best friend. This is not down talk on Bucky, I love him, I always will yes we didn’t work out but he will always hold a place in my heart. But it's like I delt with that for so long before I got out of it and when I finally did move on I found someone else just like him..."

You say with a dry laugh.

"Natasha is so cut off from me when something happens she runs to her ex-boyfriend for comfort and again I'm not downing Bruce he's my bestfriend for fucks sake it's just..."

You wipe a tear before it can fall.

"Why do I feel like it's so hard for me to be loved and shown love. I gave Bucky my heart and soul and he neglected me, I was always there for him and never shown anything in return. I don't know how I feel about Natasha I feel like our relationship has hit a standstill because I'm noticing some of the same things that happened with Bucky and I refuse to let myself feel that way again."

Laughing sarcastically as you continue you finally look over at Steve.

"Is it me? Am I that hard to love? Or am I just stupid for dating any Avenger because god forbid one of us isn't fucked up."

A chuckle left the man at that before he looked at you and smiled.

"You deserve love (Y/N) just like anyone else, I know how bad things got with Bucky, but I also know it wasn't until you left him that he truly realized he had a problem, he went to therapy to try and fix things between you and him but realized he needed a lot more fixing than he'd thought. I don't know how things are between you and Romonoff but I do know I had to work harder to crack that woman than anyone else at this establishment. It was at least a year before I even saw her genuine smile. I'm not defending her or saying stay either, I honestly think that for once you should do what's best for you. If that means breaking up with Natasha so you can find someone to love you the way you deserve to be loved then do it. Maybe you need to break up with her so that you can spend time loving yourself. Maybe you stay, talk to her, work it out, and everything gets better. Maybe it doesn't get better. Anything could happen, but just make sure whatever decision you make, you're choosing yourself, make sure you're putting you first."

Silence settles between you again as you absorb his words. Laps blend together at some point Steve breaks off to go back inside but you don't notice you just think. After a while you speed up with Steve gone you can get into a more comfortable jogging speed for you, sweat glistens on your body and after a while you finally start breathing a little harder. Coming around the tree line back to the 'beginning' of the track red hair catches your eyes. Zeroing in on the woman you call your girlfriend, you slow down, jogging straight up to the Avenger.

"I thought you had a mission?"

"Well hello to you too. I did have a mission, and when I got back and didn't see my pretty kitty waiting for me I came looking."

Blushing at the pet name you now see the sun setting in the sky.

"I didn't even realize the time! I'm sorry Nat."

A small smile tugs at the red heads lips as she studies you.

"Hmmm all is forgiven. C'mere."

Leaning in you meet the red head for the small smooch before straightening back up.

"I brought you some electrolyte water and a granola bar. You've been out here since before I left."

Handing them to you she ushers you to a nearby bench sitting you down before wiping your sweaty face with a cool rag she seemed to pull out of no where.

"Something on your mind sweet stuff?"

The smile that broke out of your face was uncontrollable. It was as if Natasha banished every bad feeling at once.

"Listen I know it is hard for you to warm up emotionally...

At that Natasha opens her mouth to say something but before she could speak you quickly continued.

...and I know it's hard for you to let people in. I'm not trying to rush you or say you aren't moving fast enough so don't get defensive. I just have a couple insecurites after getting out of a neglectful relationship, so can we promise to communicate. Even if you need to go to Bruce for your comfort, even if I have to come run with Steve, can we promise to communicate to eachother how we feel because I want us to work."

Another small smile spread on Natasha's lips. Leaning in to kiss your forehead as she speaks you can't help but smile at the small show of affection.

"I promise."

[michu-writes]

Okay so, since I'm too lazy to go to my other account how about. Ninjago characters whoever the fuck you want, uh, deal with like future villain s/o? Okay, enemies to lovers troupe- Hear me out Mimi- I can go on about this-

OLAY BUT KAI WITH A VILLAIN S/O WOULD BE SO INTERESTING AND FUN TO WRITE also sorry this is shitty and I took me a while to finish I wrote this like last night while I was watching ninjago 🥲

NEVER in a life time would he ever picture dating a villain. He would beat them up like it's nothing, even how beautiful/handsome/hot whatever you call it they can be. But ohoho... how badly and hard he fell for your trap. He'd be like "No fucking way am I falling for my own enemy who's trying destroy Ninjago." How much he tries to deny it is just so sad because it never works... He can't help the fact that he fell for you. It's obviously pretty funny and hilarious, and the others would bash him for it, but you could also take it as an advantage. It honestly depends on how evil you are lol. Like if you do have the slightest bit of goodness inside of you and crush on him as well, just care to give up and try to make up with what you've done. If you're just pure evil and have no mercy, you can just trick him into thinking you also like him back and you wanna he better, so you can do whatever evil plan you got going on and make Kai miserable and embarrassed for the rest of his life, but let's just stick to the first one :)))

So let's say that you have no choice but to stay in the bad side, because you're just desperate for validation and appreciation from your evil leader (definitely not self indulgent) and that you just really don't wanna be fighting anyone. He does not have mercy on enemies, but he does spot good people in a blink of an eye. He saw the good in you even how much you tried to act like a bad guy. Just imagine you and Kai meeting each other for the first time, the two of you are fighting until the you were ordered to surrender. I can just imagine something like;

"You're not that bad as the master of fire. I'm looking forward in meeting you again." You backed off of him and ran away to your crew, leaving Kai all alone in the battle field, and all he could think of was "Damn that was hot." He was probably blushing the whole day, that's how the others found out about his little crush.

Anyways, imagine (again) there's like a final battle between your side and the ninjas, and you and Kai has to fight against each other. As much as the others pretty much knew he had a crush on you, they still made him fight you. They thought of you like the same enemies as the previous ones, and told Kai that there's plenty of other fish in the sea. But Kai knew better than that, and to see that he has to fight you now, is just making him sick.

Here's a little scenario:

You and Kai were fighting, and you could tell he was trying to go easy on you compared to last time, he was letting you beat him? He probably knew about your secret, but it was unfair. When you noticed he was going easy on you, you acted weak on your attacks as well, letting him go a bit more harsher on you.

He was pinning you down to the ground, about to take his last hit but was a bit hesitant, you could see it in his eyes he didn't wanna do it.

"Just do it."

"Huh?"

"I know you know, but I deserve it. I've done a lot of bad things, just get this over with." You gave up. The brunette looked at you confused.

"But... Why? I know you don't wanna fight, and I don't wanna fight you either. Let's just go back, I don't wanna hurt you."

"I don't care. I've been so selfish and only wanting attention from my leader. I've hurt so many people just to get admiration, and I know it's the wrong thing. I'm guilty, just end it already." He sank his fists down and got off of you.

"I'm a hero and a ninja, not a killer. I know about what you've done, I know that you can make up for it. I see the good in you, (y/n). I'm not gonna hurt you any further anytime soon."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I like you. I wouldn't have done this to any enemy, and I never thought I would say this until I met you. You're incredible, mistakes have been made, but you can always fix it. Join my side, please. We can talk about it later." He held out his hand, as you gave him a soft smile and helped yourself up.

Let's just say it took a long time of convincing by the other ninjas, but they soon grew to like you. You and Kai also grew a special bond with each other as well, soon to lovers. What you've done was in the past, it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is the future.

[scorpio-marionette]

Here is my request, my darling! 🥰 My love is Ezra but right now I am feeling Marcus Pike in this particular moment.

Okay, I try not to let it bother me, but my thighs is a terrible insecurity of mine and I would like to wear a pair of shorts one day without feeling so self conscious about the the legs 😅 Now, I think you could whip up a masterpiece where Marcus loves the chunky thighs 🥺.

For more details: Established relationship between Marcus & Reader and maybe it's a hot summer day, the type of day where shorts are suitable for the weather and he instantly notices that she is shy about this then proceeds to tell her everything she needs to hear.

All the sweet Comfort/Fluff and if you'd like to, you can add Smut. Thank you Naomi, take your time, I am in no rush but definitely excited to read what you write, love ya! 🥰

Disney Days, Driftin' Away

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Plus Sized F!Reader Star Wars fan

Rating: M for Mature

Warnings: body negativity, body positivity, self doubt, small amounts of Star Wars nerdom, implied sexy times, explicit amounts of you better love yourself or I will blow your chat up with love and compliments to the point that you will hate me

Summary: What's a dream vacation to Disney without wanting to throw your whole wardrobe out of a window?

A/N: I love this idea and I love the ideas it gave me. And I too struggle with loving my thighs. I have new stretch marks and new pants 🥲 I'm not going to lie though, I'm not super thicck like some of you beauties out there, but as of recently I definitely understand a little better bcause I've started developing cellulite around the outside of my thighs. I hope I did good. I struggled with this, trying to make it sound right and flow. I still feel like it could be better. I hope you like it Chloe!!!

It's a beautiful and frankly rare, cloudless day in Central Florida. You had heard of the sporadic rain showers that tend to plague the vacationers that visit the state, but today there is no fear of any interruptions. The sky is blue, the sun is high in the sky, the heat is not yet overbearing on your skin, and you and Marcus have arrived in Orlando for a much needed vacation. You are in your rental car heading towards Walt Disney World from the airport for your dream vacation, having never had the chance to go before. A trip made all the more sweeter having Marcus come with you. To say you're excited is an understatement like no one would believe. You grew up a Disney kid having seen all the classics. You were even ecstatic at Disney's acquisitions of Pixar, Marvel, and Lucasfilm when it seemed so many weren't. Why be not excited? You knew there would be attractions at the parks for them. It would only be a matter of time! All you had to do was save up for a trip and you could go. It's taken a while, but it's more worth the wait now than it ever could've been before because now you have Marcus.

When you and Marcus met he was working a case for the Art Crime department of the FBI as a fairly new member of the team. You were working at a local art installation that would be auctioning off some pieces when quite a few had gone missing. He had waltzed in with an air of confidence but no cocky attitude. What surprised you more was how knowledgeable he was, even on modern artists. Naturally the two of you started talking. Your mutual love of art acting as your invisible red string to each other. When the case ended, you chose to keep in touch with Marcus though part of you still feared all the courting would amount to nothing. Let's just say that art debates over bar food and drinks quickly turned into romantic dinners by candlelight, and the dapper agent had effectively swept you off your feet. Of course you knew about his failed previous relationships, his hesitancy to run headlong into romance again, and his need to take things exceptionally slow this time. It didn't bother you. Mostly because he wasn't just a potential life partner, but because he was your best friend. After all, art wasn't the only thing you two bonded over.

Marcus pulls the rental around to the front of the Art of Animation hotel. This will be your base of operations for the next week while you explore the parks. As per your request, you have one day for each park, including water parks. The end of your trip will be spent in the new Star Wars: Galactic Star Cruiser!  A decision made because you and Marcus are huge Star Wars fans. You, a Mandalorian fan specifically, him a Han Solo fan. Arriving at your hotel room, you are excited! Marcus is rambling on about how you had made great travel time. That leaving D.C. early in the morning (and by that he means the night before) had been a smart idea. How you can head to Magic Kingdom for a little walk around to get familiar with it, so when you go for your first official day tomorrow you'll know what you want to do and won't have to scramble to pick. These are all great points, but you’re not listening anymore. You’ve slipped into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. As you enter your eyes move to the mirror to take in your reflection. Marcus constantly tells you how beautiful you are but you can't seem to see it. All you see are the new stretch marks across your thighs and butt that make you look like a zebra. The dimpling from the cellulite that makes you look like you're made of cottage cheese. I can't wear those shorts!

Prior to leaving for Florida, you had gone shopping for vacation clothes and found the cutest booty shorts with your best friend. When you tried them on your best friend was adamant that you got them because they knew Marcus would be all over you when you wore them. Loving the way they made you feel sexy, and from all the support you were receiving, you bought them impulsively. Now you're starting to regret it. Sure, the shorts would be much better than the stifling sweatpants, but you'd have to wear them in public. Public means judgment by people. You step back from the mirror as if it had slapped you and reenter the room. Feeling yourself spiraling you look over at Marcus. He's still rambling even though you can't seem to process anything over your own dread. He's changed into a tank top and a pair of cargo shorts.

Cargo shorts…

Yes! That's the answer to your problem! Wait, you left your cargos at home… You're just going to have to ask him for a pair of his then. You step closer to him and put on an air of innocence.

"Marcus?"

"Yes my love?"

"Could I borrow a pair of shorts?"

Marcus gives you a curious look.

"Did you forget to bring any?"

"N-no, I just don't want to bring a bag."

Marcus scoffs at this. He knows you're lying. There's no way you don't want to bring your bag.

"Sweetheart, you have been dying to flaunt your Grogu Loungefly backpack around the parks for months. What do you mean you don't want to bring a bag?"

You continue to try and feign innocence, hoping he'll buy into the act.

"Yeah, but we're not going to Galaxy's Edge today."

You swear you look like an animated character right now. Big puppy dog eyes, all shiny and sparkly as you try to convince Marcus that you speak the truth. He’s unaffected though. He just stares at you with a cocked eyebrow like he can’t believe that you’re still working this angle. 

“Oh come on Marcus! It’s not a big deal. I just want to borrow a pair of shorts.”

Marcus takes a deep breath. He moves around you to get to your suitcase and opens it. He rifles through what you’ve packed to find you a suitable replacement for your sweats. As he looks he finds a really sexy pair of shorts. Oh, these things should be illegal. He feels like all of his blood has gone immediately to his crotch. The mental image of you in these is short circuiting his brain. If you wear them he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off you, but he'll offer them anyway. At the sight of Marcus holding up your new shorts you pale slightly. He just had to find them.

“What about these? I don’t recall seeing you wear them before.”

The smug look on his face not only speaks to his pride in his own personal little victory, but it also bothers the hell out of you. Only because you don’t have an excuse to get yourself out of it, and because you could never tell the man no. Besides, if you could he would know you’re still trying to lie to him. To hide your backside, you pick up your emergency hoodie to tie around your waist and begin to change. Hopefully it covers enough that people won't be too much of a bother. With both of you ready, you head to Magic Kingdom.

Walking in the Florida heat is a welcome change to the chilly D.C. winters, but the chaffing is a nightmare! Why did I agree to wear these shorts?! The spot where your thighs are rubbing together is irritated even though you've gone through measures to prevent or lessen it. It’s not helping that Marcus is staring at you. His eyes are burning a hole into the side of your hip. The feeling of it has your anger flaring, but you’re keeping it contained. You’re in Disney World! You’re on vacation!!! Everything will be okay. 

Unknown to you, Marcus has felt teased by you all day. Between you actually wearing the shorts he offered and the fact that you’re trying to cover them up, he has been wanting to get you alone since you slid them on. He finds he’s constantly having to readjust himself so as to not alert nearby parents to his boner. As the day stretches on, the more desperate he becomes. Around late afternoon, you offer to stop for a snack in a little secluded place in Fantasyland. Marcus immediately jumps at the idea and orders food from the nearby snack kiosk. When the food is ready, you guys pick it up and move to the little outdoor seating area around back. You take your seats at a table. Once there you start to eat. Marcus all but inhales his food while you take your time. He sits and waits for you to finish, but quickly feels the need to see you rise inside of him. He slides his hand over to your waist and gently tugs at the sleeves to loosen the jacket. It is then your nerves catch fire.

“Marcus, stop it! Stop touching me and stop looking at me!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I know I’m fat, okay? I don’t need you to inspect me to prove it. Yes, there are more stretch marks! Yes, there is more cellulite. Yes,-”

“There is more of you.”

Your ranting abruptly stops when your ears realize what you’ve heard. Looking at Marcus, you notice he has a soft, almost dopey smile on his face. He can’t be serious right now, can he?

“There’s more fa-”

Just as you’re about to insult yourself again, Marcus nudges you off the bench seat to your table. He stalks you until you back hits the wall of the building you’re behind. From here no one would see you unless they entered the plaza. He crowds you, using his height and broad shoulders against you. All you see is him as he leans into you.

“There’s more of you for me to love, to touch, to kiss, to grip. Why wouldn’t I want more of that? I’ve been eyeing you all day. If it wasn’t public indecency I would’ve taken you against this wall a long time ago. We almost didn’t leave the hotel room because of how much I wanted you.”

To send his message home, Marcus grinds his hips into yours. His cock strains almost painfully in his shorts. Teasing you as he pushes it into your plush body. Your cheeks burn at his confession. You’re in public, in Disney, and all this man wants is you. Marcus snatches your jacket from your body and hulls you against him in a feverish kiss. He licks at the seam of your lips and you melt into him as he licks into your mouth. His hands come down to your hips with a pointed grip. Groping and squeezing the flesh as he slips down to your thighs. He doesn’t go any further than this, not wanting to be too indecent should you get caught. With a final kiss he pulls away. 

"Don't ever hide yourself. You are gorgeous no matter what anyone else thinks because I know it. You are prefection to me nd I wouldn't ask for you to be anything other than you. Hell, if we weren't staying in a hotel with thin walls I'd show you tonight just how much I love every new piece of you I get to have."