#wow im so angry my hands are shaking

[invenuos]

do y'all remember when hathras happened. or cab. or farmer's protests. wrestlers. assam burning. do y'all remember blackened newses happening three years ago (delhi danga, violence at jnu, college students protests, shaheen bagh, the lynchings) and then the way they trickled to a stop being shown in mainstream media. do you remember reporters and comedians and activists and teachers being locked for having an opinion against the power, until everyone simply became so afraid that it stopped happening. do you remember when votes were compromised, just sworn-in governments toppled bcs they were opposition. remember how houses were bulldozed over bcs they were of minority, of poor people. do you remember when they put kashmir under total lockdown, beseeching all human rights of expression and dissent for what was happening. do you know about manipur. do you know of the insidious way propaganda has seeped into this country. the polarization that is goal. how the media is a farce at best. of how much we are turning a blind eye to. this country is burning. the government is behind it all. do you remember of any time this government cared to listen from its people? would you remember?

[papaya-twinks]

Kikaaaa im really in love with your writing 😭✊🏻

Could I please ask for a Lando short fic?

I was thinking about something in the scenario where the reader is a currently Redbull driver, but has known and been an opponent of Lando since the karting days. Despite them being rivals, they don't hate each other and are always making jokes with each other, about something that went wrong in the race or about the strategies the team made for them etc.

On this specific day the reader was a little more upset with her result in the race and when Lando comes to make a joke about it she gets really angry and Lando doesn't understand. The discussion ends up turning into provocations about the reader's sex life and they end up in bed, to relieve the sexual tension they built up during the day.

I would be forever grateful if you wrote something about this 🫶🏻✨

Warnings: Angst, smut, 18+, sexual tension, praise

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - chat this request just jumped the queue of my other 12 because oh my word, I’ve never read a request that makes me feel so good. LIKE CHAT??? First and last lines had me in love <3 it’s not short coz I can’t make it short with all the detail

“That’s P2, well done Y/N,” your engineer said on the radio as you smiled. “Who’s third?” you were already aware your team mate, Max, would be first. “Norris in third,”. Your smile grew even more - though you’d been competing against Lando from a very young age, but the bond between the two of you was unbreakable. Not as in friends, you were friends, but not close. 

You drove into the pits, thanking the team as usual as you drove into your second place spot, seeing the orange car on the other side of the Max’s. “Nice job, Y/N,” Max shook your hand as you stepped out the car. “Cheers,”. You were distracted by the voice of Lando, waving to you from where his team were standing. “Nice one Y/L/N,” he said, lock-in your sides as you avoided his finger. 

“Thanks, Norris,” you said, emphasising his surname, as he sighed, “another result ahead of me,” he sighed dramatically. “Can’t help I’m just better,” you shrugged as Lando rolled his eyes, watching you take the microphone for the interview, poking your tongue out at him. That’s how your friendship worked - constant teasing between each other. 

“For fucks’ sake,” you groaned, watching as the cars raced past you, the smoke fogging from your engine. You’d been so close to winning the Grand Prix and there it went, an engine failure, wow. “Y/N, retire the car, please,” your engineer said. “Fuck!” you groaned, pulling into the pit lane, driving into the garage. You’d been on a streak of getting podiums since the start of the season, and now, there it went, your win and your podium. 

You stayed in the garage to watch the race, Max in first, followed by Lando, then Oscar. “C’mon,” one of the engineers tugged your arm to stand under the podium and watch the celebrations. “Bad luck, Y/N, sorry,” Max said, shaking your hand as you nodded. And then, Lando came. “Aww, someone crashed?” he raised an eyebrow. Usually, you’d be okay with it, but being so close to a race win?

It hurt. “Well fuck you,” you put on a sarcastic smile, ignoring the hand he’d put out to shake. “Alright then,” he held his hands up in mock surrender, “someone’s in a mood,”. You rolled your eyes at his words, turning, ignoring him pointedly, and watching the podium. As you walked back of the garage, to mull over your result and what you did wrong (even though you did nothing), you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“Y/N,” a voice said, stern and cold, from behind you. You turned around, raising an eyebrow to Lando. He was covered in champagne, his eyes half narrowed. “I thought I said fuck off,” you said, without really thinking about it, rolling your eyes. “Yeah? Well I don’t wanna,” Lando said, making you stop where you were walking. 

“What do you want, Lando?” you paused. “To know why you’re having a goddamn tantrum over one DNF?”. That made you scoff, he clearly didn’t understand how you felt. “Lando, I was so close to a win, and it wasn’t even my fault!” you snapped, crossing your arms. “Guess you and your engine have something in common, you both blow up at random fucking points!” his tone was harsh and disgusted. 

“Cheers, Lando,” you scoffed, turning away. “Why did you have to yell at me? We make jokes like that every time. You did last time, too!” he snapped, his price way too high than to just accept it. You said nothing, watching his outburst. “Oh yeah, sorry I interrupted your little eye fucking session with Max,” Lando spoke sarcastically, making your ears perk up. 

“Excuse me?” you snapped, hands on your hips. “Oh, so you reply when Max is involved? Yeah, Y/N, all you two do is eye fuck in the cool-down room, I hate being there with you lot,” he said, venom in his voice as you paused. “Seriously, Lando? You sound desperate,” you laughed sarcastically. “Desperate? Really?” he snorted, “You’re out here looking like the desperate slut with those ridiculous little puppy eyes you pull on him,”. 

You’d never heard anything to stupid, but your attention focused on one word. “A slut? Really?” you scoffed, “You go round fucking whatever girl looks remotely pretty, every single decently attractive girl will end up in your bed for one night, then they’ll be out,” you spat. “You’re such a prude, god, Y/N,” he rolled his eyes, “and ‘every’ attractive girl?” he laughed at your words, the disgust poorly concealed. 

“Good job, your ears word,” you jeered, flicking your hair back over his shoulder. “You know that’s not true, Y/N,” he raised his eyebrow. His tone changed momentarily, but it went back to normal. “What?” you asked, bemused at his words. “Haven’t seen you in there, so it’s not every attractive girl, is it?” Lando’s words were quiet, but carried a certain level of power. 

You brushed off his comment, not wanting to give it anymore attention than it deserved. “Your point?” you asked, eyebrow raised at his words. “My point is that I’m not the whore, you are,”. Shaking your head, you turned back away from him, walking towards your motor home. “Seriously? You’re just gonna walk off?” he scoffed, following you into the room. 

Lando had never been in my room, before, we didn’t maintain that kind of friendship. It was a surprise to me as well as Jim, but I said nothing. “You’re not getting me in your bed, Norris,” you shrugged, taking your Red Bull hat off, along with your coat. “You’re the one undressing,” Lando commented under his breath. “I’m hot,” you said, like it was obvious, which it was, the heat of Spain hitting hard. 

“I know you’re hot,” he said, eyebrow raised as his eyes roamed over your body, lingering on your chest. His comments were getting really flirtatious now. “What are you trying to do?” you turned to him, a suspicious look on your face. You watched as he stood a step forwards, a few inches away from you. “Nothing,” Lando took another step forwards, your body pressing against the door. 

“Did you know,” he said, eyes dropping momentarily to your chest, “sex is good for stress?”. You did know that, obviously. “You look stressed,” he pointed out, making you pause. “D’you want me to get Max?” he cooed innocently. “Wow, Norris, I don’t know if you’re just stupid, but you’re not Max,” you rolled your eyes, “I don’t want Max,”.

“Right, so what driver then?’ Lando scoffed, his face centimetres from yours. “Oh, I dunno,” you said sarcastically, maybe you?”. The way he froze made a smirk flicker onto your face before it fell as he leaned forwards. “You want me?” he asked slowly, blinking at you, his eyes wide. “I believe I just said that,” you shrugged, eyes rolling. 

Lando’s lip curled at your eye roll, his face leaning closer to yours. “Better behave or I’m gonna make them roll for another reason,”. Your cheeks flushed at his words, your eyes wide as his lips bit down on the skin of your neck, your eyes wide. “Lando,” you gasped, his hands tugging at your shirt, breaking off of you to take it off. 

“Wanted to do this for so long,” he ran his lips over your jaw as he pulled your baggy trousers down. “Oh fuck,” you moaned as he pushed your knees apart, your legs over his shoulders as he held you against the wall, his tongue against your clothed clit. “Lando,” you mewled, eyes wide as he flicked his tongue, your hand tugging at his curls. 

Lando had been picturing this for so long, his head buried between your legs, licking at your sweet goodness, your hands tugging at his hair. Fuck, if he could see this from third person, he’d cum just like that. You rolled your hips softly against his mouth, his tongue pushed your drenched panties to the side. “Someone desperate?” he pulled back, a whine leaving your lips. 

“Lando,” you tugged at his curls as he looked at you, standing up fully, his body the same height as you, due to how he was carrying you. “You’re gonna be patient for me,” he said, hand running through your hair, “and you’re gonna be good,”. You nodded, eyes wide as he lifted you onto your bed, your legs slung over his shoulders still. 

As he moved you, his finger slid against your wet folds, his thumb toying at your clit, as he pulled inside of you. “Lando, fuck!” you moaned, eyes wide before squeezing shut, your hand instinctively tugging at the waist band of his joggers. “Someone’s needy,” he commented, letting you take his joggers down, his cock springing against his abdomen. 

His other hand wrapped around yours, pumping your hand up and down him as he groaned, your body squirming from his fingers. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Lando smirked, your back arching for a second as you wriggled, his fingers pumping in and out, fully. “Open,” he said, his large hand on the back of your head, your lips parting a bit. “Really, Y/N?” Lando raised an eyebrow. 

“You know won’t fit,” he commented, hand pumping his own cock as you complied, opening further. Instantly, you felt his cock hit the back of your throat, before he fully pulled out, letting you dictate how far in he went. Your hand pumped the parts of his length that you couldn’t reach, his throbbing head hitting the back of your throat as you gagged, Lando’s other hand with his fingers still deep in you. 

“Fuck,” he pulled you off, he would cum merely at seeing your pretty little mouth struggling with his length. He lifted you onto his lap, lifting your thighs up, so he could align his throbbing dick with your folds. You whispered as he ran his dick through your folds a few times, before pushing into you slowly, your muscles tensing. 

“That’s it,” Lando cooed, one hand holding you up as he sank you down, the other cupping your cheek. “Open,” he said, your mouth falling open instantly. You flinched as he spat into your mouth, pressing his thumb to your tongue as you gagged slightly, resting your body weight on him. Lando turned you over, your body against his, legs round his hips as he slowly pushed into you, and then out again, before he quickened his pace. 

Your mouth fell open at his ever quickening speed, his hips slamming into you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other cupping your breasts as you tightened your arm round his neck, your head on his shoulder. “Lando, fuck feels s’good,” you moaned, body rocking quickly at his rough movements. 

“Been wanting to fuck you for ages,” he groaned, feeling your nails sink into his backs, clawing desperately, as if scratching would give you your orgasm, “look so pretty taking my cock baby,”. You loved the way he spoke, his words dirty, but his tone soft, so opposing to his rough slams. You felt the knot in your stomach building up at his words, your eyes rolling softly. “Told you I’d make them roll,” he smirked, grinning at you, “look pretty like that,” 

The knot in your stomach came undone as you sank your nails into his bare back, his chain dangling on your lips as his hips stuttered, his cheeks flushed red. “Gonna cum in you,” he said gruffly, hips jittering as his slams became messier and messier. “God, fuck,” he groaned, his cum pooling in you, the thick toped ropes hitting your insides as you moaned. “Mmm, fuck me, Lando,” the words came out, not even paying attention to what you were saying. 

“Just did,” he said, sitting up, your body slumped on his. “So fucking tight,” he groaned, holding your body as he pulled out, your pussy clenching round him as he did so. “Fuck, baby, you gotta let me go,” Lando chuckled, pulling you off of him fully. “That’s what you get for a DNF,” he snorted as you watched him, panting from your recent orgasm, “let’s see what happens when you win, love,”.

[serxinns]

I GOT AN IMAGINE JUST HEAR ME OUT

Ok, so you know this post? Made by @lets-get-kraken-boys I wanted to make an image of another reason why readers went to the big 3 for comfort and help HEAR ME OUT

So imagine one day you weren't in a good mood and didn't wanna deal with your classmates today but their overbearing behavior towards you was just making it worse

"C'mon y/n just one more game!" Mina said while pulling your arm rather strong "Mina I said no please leave me alone I don't feel like it "But it'll be so much fun!" Hakagure said while pulling your arm you "I said NO" you yelled pulling away from hakagures grip harshly and walked away the 2 girls stood there in shock and hurt a bit are u ok? were you hurt!

"Y/n why aren't you coming to eat dinner with us is everything OK?" You groaned just wanting to be left alone and eat in your room but were interrupted by your class rep iida knocking on the door every second you didn't respond "Yes iida I'm fine I just wanted to eat alone" you said not wanting to sound annoyed to make iida leave "but all your friends are worried and want you to be there even Mina and hakagure said you were in a bad mood so-" "I'm fine iida you can go now I don't want to eat dinner with you, especially with all of you today goodbye"

Iida was shocked at your behavior and response you were usually the one who never gets angry or upset which made him more nervous than before he had to go in there and help you out! "No y/n there's Cleary something wrong! You can talk to me ill listen" Iida began banging on your door which made you more overwhelmed and pissed so without any hesitation "I DONT NEED HELP LEAVE ME ALONE YOURE MAKING IT WORSE" You threw a heavy book at the door which surprise Iida as he backed up, defeated he went slowly went back to the dinner table the class looked at him confused and ask how were you doing but he didn't answer just looked down

You just got back from the convenience store to get some snacks Lucky for you they got your favorite snack and brand all at a cheap price with a drink in hand but unfortunately for you, there were some of your classmates were in the common room and it and even worse it was bakugo and his gang watching a movie you quietly tried to sneak pass with all your might trying not to make a sound, it was all going smoothly until bakugo saw your shadow figure "Oi! Fuckface!" You mentally cursed at yourself you just had to encounter the person you didn't wanna deal with today, the infamous Bakugo Katsuki.

"what do you want im not really In the mood to deal with your Bullshit" At the moment you just keep walking ignoring him for the best but it wasn't the best option for Bakugo "Oi don't ignore me!" He was now off the couch "Bakubro that isn't very manly" Kirishima sternly said while but Bakugo scoff "Fuck off shifty hair, hey why aren't you joining us for a movie what are you scared?" He said teasingly like he was trying to taut you "Bakugo I'm not in the mood for your Bullshit today so please just leave me alone" You once again turned away and began to walk to your dorm until a strong hand grabbed you and yanked you

"Ha!? What do you mean you're not in the mood jeez are you ready to cry or something because of my comments why are you even trying to be a hero if your feelings get hurt so easily!?" Now he was pushing it, your hand was gripping the plastic bags Hard now shaking... tears threatening to swell up "Bakugo that's enough! You're making it worse! it's okay sweetie" Mina said hugging you even tho you tried to push her off but she kept insisting trying to hold on to you to the point it was suffocating was rather discomforting

"Aw, now you need an alien to hug you, wow you're really that weak I can already see the tears haha! If your gonna be a hero your gonna have to suck it u-" "SHUT UP"

*thud*

You breathe heavily seeing your blonde classmate, butt on the floor, stunned holding his bloody nose but you weren't done you tackle him, pinned his arms down with your legs, and decided to punch him repeatedly "YOU THINK *thud* YOUR SO BETTER THEN ME *thud* ALWAYS TOSSING ME AROUND LIKE SOME STUPID TOY *thud* MAKING COMMENTS ABOUT HOW I LOOK *thud* ABOUT HOW I FIGHT *thud* ABOUT...ANYTHING* WHY *Thud* CANT*thud* YOU *thud* JUST *thud* LEAVE *thud* ME *thud* ALONE!! *thud* bakugo's face was already caked with blood and bruises and a black eye

Bakugo tried to pry you off telling you to stop but his face was so beaten up and his throat hurt from your punching it hurt for him to try, but you made her his arms were pinned, and all the anger, the frustration the memories the everything that happens to your life plus adrenaline was making you keep going

every single one of your classmates was screaming panicking, confused and begging to calm down, Kirishima tried to pull you off telling you thats enough but you used your quirk making him crash to the wall a bit causing a dent and him having a bloody nose, everyone watched in horror, shocked some even amused the girls mostly hakagure, Mina, and momo cried and begged desperately for you to stop they didn't want you to get more house arrest days or worse expelled, Iida managed to get out of his shocked and pry you off of him

It should've made Bakugo angry at you and PISSED even cause the great Bakugo katsuki was getting beaten by an "extra" like you but it strangely made him giddy...? Was he more determined to be the big bad wolf or Was he enjoying you berating and beating the absolute shit out of him, proving to everyone how insecure and stupid he was for underestimating you?

When Iida Finally pried you off of Bakugo you stood up ready to say even more stuff to him but you froze in shock, fear, and confusion a passed-out blonde caked with blood and bruises all over his face red and purplish spots forming on his cheeks his nose oozing out blood like a waterfall but fortunately no teeth have been knocked out you looked at your work in horror you slowly raised your hand shuddering seeing that it was full of bruises and blood and your clothes covered in blood his blood

Every classmate was looking at you it wasn't in hate nor disgust but pity, worry, and scared as much as they were worried about Bakugo they were worried about you more, Iida slowly tried to come to you to talk to you or to at least comfort you "y/n... I" before he could speak you ran pushing past your classmates not caring if they fell, Iida stood there in disbelief while Kirishima and Denki carefully grabbed bakugo by the shoulder escorting him to recovery girl

while the rest of your classmates were still in shock they wanted to go find you!! they do if they all talked about it nicely and you behave and force Bakugo to apologize then everything is ok!! They banged on your dorm room but you weren't there they searched all around the school the bathrooms, the halls everywhere but you weren't there!! where could their darling be!?

You crouched down in an empty hallway and managed to get some of your snacks you held the snack in hand still bloodied, you slowly took a bite out of it while a big glob of tears was finally released you were crying now like a fool, like you didn't just beat the shit out of your classmate, just when you were about to take another bite and just mope alone 3 familiar voices made you lift your head they ran up to you worriedly when they saw your bloody clothes and knuckles

The big 3 crouching down to your level Neijire on one side rubbing your back Tamaki giving you a handkerchief to blow your nose and dry your eyes and Mirio couching down at your level rubbing your shoulders giving you a smile

" What's wrong lovebug why all the tears," Neijire said looking sympathetic

[hotchs-big-hands]

oh oh oh!!! and if jack liked you!!! ooooooh my god that lady would have a fucking conniption frrrr. jack coming home from aaron and yours place all happy like "look mommy!! reader helped me draw this for you!!" and shes soooo angry because she hs to smile at jack and be like "oh wow honey thats amazing. that a really nice picture!" but her hands are shaking with rage.

or when he comes home from school one day and hes like "reader did my hair and helped me picj out my outfit for picture day today because daddy said i looked too messy" and shes pissed tf off bc she hates you and is trying to paint you as this evil bad influence meanwhile jack fucking LOVES YOUUUUU.

"reader makes her pancakes into heart shapes because she says the only way for boys to grow strong is with love" and now jack wont eat her pancakes if they arent heart shaped. jack has to make a family tree for school and he made his as HB - AH+R and includes your family since aaron only has sean and haley cracks and yells at him that "reader isnt his family. reader isnt aarons family. reader has no place in their family tree and he needs to accept that mommy and daddy are his only real family" and ooooh boy when aaron finds out hes fookin fumin babes. and she tries to accuse you of trying to replace her but aaron shuts that shit down like "youre the only woman in the world that could think your kid being loved and cared for is a bad thing. would you rather she abused him? she loves him and he love her. im going to marry that woman eventually so she has every right to be on that family tree and you need to get used to it."

and when he tells you what he said you literally do not let that man out of bed for hours like uuuggghh yesss hottie tottie defend my honor and tell off your ex? youve earned yourself 5 free orgasms for surree

😭😭😭😭😭 JACKKKKKKKK he's such a cutie I love himmmmmm!!!!!!! Haley yelling at him over the family tree is so fucking evil like she rly is the type to rather have her kid be hated and abused by his stepmother than be adored and loved.

Aaron finds out cuz Jack is crying in his room and the family tree has been ripped up. You tell Aaron that Jack wouldn't let you in the room, but it's killing you knowing he's so distraught abt smth. So Aaron sits with him on the bed and asks him what's going on? At first Jack is hesitant but then he full on wails abt what Haley said and Aaron sits quietly and tries not to show he's fucking abt to explode with anger. So he comforts him and says Jack can choose his family. It's entirely his choice and if he wants you in his life then that's okay.

So Jack cries even harder cuz now he's like well my family tree is ruined now :((( so yknow what Aaron does? Gets his office supplies and he and Jack make a new family tree. But Jack wants you to join in too! And so when you're called into the room it's hard not to cry when Jack says he wants you to help with the project 😭😭😭😭😭😭 the new one is on sturdy paper, and Aaron frames it so Jack can hang it on his wall 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖

As for the last bit? Aaron absolutely earned all those orgasms 🫣🫣🫣🫣

[addictao3]

“My fuckin’ Whore”

(For my mutual on tt <3, im not the best at NSFW but I tried😭)

Blue bit into the whining hero’s neck as they pushed deeper into him. “Ah-ah” Edgeshot stuttered out, as each thrust of their strap on hit his prostate. “Good boy ah-takin’ me so well~” They groaned, eyes watching every tremble in the Pro-Hero’s body. “This is what you get- fuckin’ flirtin’ with your fans.” Edgeshot cries out as Blue’ hand holds the bottom of his purpling cock. They’ve been at this for hours, ever since the two got back from the Pro-Hero ball. At first it was okay, some dancing and drinking. Then a few reporters started flirting with him. That’s why- Blue slaps his ass. “Focus on me- I’m the one-” they thrust their strap harder making Edgeshot cry out. “I’m the one fucking you- not those whores.” Edgeshot cries. Fat tears running down his face. “Puh-please- been good-” he whines out. Blue laughs while watching the squirming. Then Blue lets go of Edgeshot’ cock, the moment they do he cums. The white sticky fluid bursts out, far enough to hit his own face. Blue slows down their thrusts. They slowly pull the strap on out of the Pro-Hero’s ass. A wet shluck~ sound comes out, even if Blue was angry, they did prep him correctly. Edgeshot whines in overstimulation, the bumpy underside of the cock rubbing against his prostate as it gets pulled out. Blue unbuckles the strap and puts it on a rag. They remove the harness and then plop beside him on the bed. Edgeshot curls into the heat that Blue’s body emitted. “Did I go too hard on you?” Blue asked as they use a rag and wipes the cum off of Edgeshots cheek. “N-no. I enjoyed it.” Edgeshot says calmly, still shaking from his edging and orgasm.

(WOW THIS WAS A DOOZY! IM ENDING IT HERE CAUSE I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO CONTIUE😭😭)

[keerahsturn]

I LOVE YOU🏹

-matt sturniolo

pairing- y/n and matt sturniolo

summary- Love is confusing. Especially when you think it’s one sided. She loves everything about him, thinking he loves others. Real love is painful and harsh, but it can also be as calming as a lullaby to a baby.

warnings- angst, mental health problems??

(y/n’s pov)

It’s killing me. Seeing him with other girls that is. He doesn’t know I like him, love him even, he wouldn’t care if he did know.

So, here I am, sat on a couch at a loud crowded party, watching as matt pulls another girl on his lap. They connect their lips and i tear my eyes away, my heart withering and a lump forming in my throat.

I felt sick to my stomach and i stand up swiftly, my legs shaking at the sudden movement.

A fast walk is my pace as i race out of the room, heading upstairs and into an unoccupied room. I search desperately for a window of some sorts and i find a balcony.

I open the balcony door and take a seat on the beanbag that sat in the corner of the platforms surface, sighing and trying to catch my breath, my lungs aching for air.

As i calm down, I feel someone’s presence. I stay looking ahead of me as a tear falls down my rosy cheek, red from the harsh cold air.

“Y/n? Hey. Come on now, whats up?”

It’s Matt.

I shake my head, not wanting to speak. Even if I had wanted to speak, my voice would have came out thick and cracking.

My breath hitches as i feel him touch my shoulder, and I see his face come into my view.

He had knelt down infront of me and held my shoulder to make sure i wasn’t going to look away.

“Dont cry sweetheart, you’re too pretty to cry” he says in a whisper, wiping my damp cheeks and tucking my hair behind my ears.

I look into his eyes and sniffle, my nose red and my eyes full of water.

“Hey Matt” i say, giving him a lighthearted smile. “Look-… I don’t want you to waste your time on me okay? Just go and have fun”

He shakes his head and pulls me into a hug, kissing the top of my head.

“I wouldn’t be wasting my time on you if I tried! You’re my best friend y/n” he says. I know that it was supposed to make me feel better but it made me feel even more shitty.

“I don’t wanna be your friend matt.” I whisper, avoiding eye contact.

He drops his hand from my face and looks at me in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes showing some shock

“What?” Matt asked, seeing my eyes avoiding his gaze.

“You know Matt… don’t play stupid, please?” I insist, standing up and leaning on the rail of the balcony.

He stays frozen in his place, but I can tell everything started to fall into place, he realises my feelings.

“Y/n-… no. Surely not, right? You dont like me” he laughs like it’s a joke, shaking his head again and pulling me to look at him

“Im sorry” i whisper, knowing that no answer i give him will suffice

He looks at me, an unrecognised emotion in his eyes, and scoffs

“Wow. Are you fucking serious? You couldn’t tell me? Y/n, we’ve been friends for years!” He says, his voice gradually getting louder

“I don’t want to be fucking friends matt! Dont you get that? I have tried to hint and hint to you, give you that little bit of information about what I’m actually feeling. You just shut me down!” I snap, frustration filling my veins.

He ignored the signs I gave him and now he’s angry at me for him not noticing?

“Well if you would have made them clearer then you would have known!” He screams back at me

“Known what?”

“Im in love with you!” He admits, coming close to me and catching his breath

When i don’t answer, he pulls me into a kiss. Love, sadness, joy, anxiety, all emotions that he feels, he puts it into this kiss.

When we pull away, we’re breathing heavier then we were after the screaming competition. I sigh and rest my forehead against his.

“I love you” is all my reply is, looking at him through my lashes

_

(Keerah speaks!)

This is so shit and short, don’t judge me.

I just wanted my first real post to be over and done with! Please leave suggestions on how to make things better and what you want me to do next🎀

[mah-t-wordblog]

hey~ im back with another request if you don’t mind! Can I request a Lee Giyu and Ler Tanjiro? I feel like Tanjiro heard from one of the other hashira he was ticklish and was like 👀

If you don’t wanna write it that’s completely fine! Have a nice day/night!

Hiiiiiiiii ofc 💛💛

You can teach him a lesson

Lee: Gyuu Tomioka

Ler: Tanjiro Kamado

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Tanjiro ran, when he smelled hatred, through the corridors of the great Butterfly Mansion

He was about to enter a room when he heard a voice say:

“I'm going to catch that boy, and I'm going to kill him” the deadly voice said

Tanjiro stopped abruptly, hiding behind the open bedroom door.

He gasped, that voice… was it Miss Shinobu? Why was she so angry? Who was she mad at?

“I'll finish him off, I will” Shinobu sighed, calming down “but first I'll find out who's behind the door”

Shit, she’s a hashira

Tanjiro felt butterflies in his stomach, he appeared at the entrance of the room, blushing because he was eavesdropping, something he didn't like to do.

“Tanjiro! What brings you here?” Shinobu smiled, but Tanjiro could feel that she was angry.

“I-I smelled anger and came to see what had happened.”

Shinobu laughed at his embarrassment

“It’s okay darling, I was just talking to myself about Tomioka”

Tanjiro widened his eyes “Tomioka?! Do you want to kill Tomioka?”

Shinobu smiled, Tanjiro could see her expression twitching

“Yes, he’s quite annoying, don’t you think?” She looked at the desk full of homework she was sitting at, she had a lot to do “but I'm very busy. Oh! I have an idea! Can you kill him for me?”

Tanjiro was scared “WHAT?!”

Shinobu laughed "you're not really going to kill him silly" she got up and went towards Tanjiro

“And then what am I going to do?”

“You’re going to tickle him”

What? Tickling? What was happening? Tanjiro had never thought about the possibility of Gyuu being ticklish.

“H-he’s ticklish?”

“Of course he is! This is how we teach him lessons.”

“And you want me to go teach him a lesson?”

“Yes” she said affectionately, as if she hadn’t just said that she wanted to kill him.

Tanjiro surprisingly broke into a wide smile

"I got it! I loved the task, miss!”

Shinobu laughed “first of all, one thing…”

"Yes?"

“Tomioka won’t crack a smile unless you squeeze his weak spot.”

Tanjiro looked confused “and where is it?”

“Right here” she said giving his knee a squeeze.

Tanjiro jumped back, shaking off the feeling.

“That’s right, darling”

"I understood!" Tanjiro ran out without waiting for anything else.

Shinobu stood still, then laughed

“He will pay you handsomely…” and went back to her work

Tanjiro was already on the other side of the mansion, looking for the water hashira

While running, he bumped into someone

"I'm sorry, I-" Tanjiro looked up

He saw it was Gyuu

“Okay” Gyuu just turned around and tried to move on

"Hang on!" Tanjiro grabbed his arm

The man turned and looked at him blankly “yes?”

Tanjiro blushed, but he felt a glimmer of courage inside him.

“Miss Shinobu told me to teach you a lesson!”

So Tanjiro simply pressed that place on Gyuu's legs and made him fall to the ground.

“What the f-“ Gyuu was choked, he felt the tingling rise up his body and the urge to laugh increase, but what the fuck did Shinobu want now?

“TAHANJIHIRO” he shouted, trying to sound furious, at the same time as he was laughing

“Wow, Tomioka” Tanjiro laughed “I didn’t expect to see you laugh like that”

The man tried to grab Tanjiro's hands, but they were squeezing his entire body at an impressive speed, it seemed like the boy had a lot of experience with this.

“I think you owe her an apology, sir.”

Gyuu shook his head “AHAHA OK OK, I’LL APOLOHOGIHIHIZE”

Tanjiro observed him “your smile is beautiful sir, I think that's one of the reasons why everyone tickles you, to see you smile, isn't it?”

“JUHUST STOHOP” Hashira suppressed his laughter

“Okay, okay, sorry”

The boy stopped

Gyuu let himself melt into the ground, like jelly, he secretly loved the feeling of being melted like this

“I’m sorry sir, orders from Miss. Shinobu” Tanjiro said, giving Gyuu an evil smile, as if to say that he loved it.

The hashira observed the boy, then slowly stood up with a strange smile on his face.

“You better start running, Tanjiro”

“B-but, it was Miss Shino-“

Tanjiro's eyes widened when he saw that Gyuu was going to jump on top of him.

The boy ran away as if using thunder breath, and the man followed, at the same speed.

They say that Gyuu Tomioka is not one to feel sorry for whoever he attacks, poor Tanjiro

It was “poking a jaguar with a short stick” as some Brazilian would say, it seems like he messed with the wrong person

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[badaswrld]

should’ve been me

✩ insecure y/n, bpd y/n, hurt/comfort, argument, angst, words of affirmation

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“i want to watch it!!!” you exclaimed while trying to rip bada’s phone out of her hands. you were laying on the couch with your head in her lap, arms swinging wildly. you sat up to reach the phone, which bada was holding high in the air with one hand, using the other hand to shield you away.

“no it’s embarassinggggg” bada whined. she stood up off the couch, still holding her phone above her head. you followed her in suit, on your tippy toes and jumping to try to reach.

you were thinking in the back of your mind how attractive the height difference was, but you quickly shoved that thought to the side and focused on the task at hand.

you tackled her to the ground and successfully grabbed the phone bringing it to your chest and guarding it with both hands.

you laughed and fell backward, catching your breath.

“y/n…” bada sighed as she laid down next to you on the floor, defeated.

you didn’t notice her nervous expression as you pressed play.

“wow you’re so hot im kicking my feet.” you say as you watch bada dance with tatter.

you smiled as you watched, until they got a bit too close to each other. your smile fell slightly.

you felt yourself becoming more upset the longer you watched, but you didn’t say anything.

bada held her breath next to you, dreading your reaction to the ending of the choreography.

you watched as bada brought her hand to tatter’s neck, pushing her head up to make eye contact with her. this was too much.

you dropped the phone to the floor with a flat expression. you felt angry, your chest heating up, but you couldn’t ignore the pain and sadness rising as you laid there.

you hated how bada looked at her with that sensual look on her face. you hated how close they were. you hated that it wasn’t you.

“what the fuck bada.”

“y/n-”

“i didn’t like that.” you said as you sat up, distancing yourself from her.

“don’t be that way, y/n. it doesn’t mean anything.” she groaned, sounding angry herself.

her tone only escalated your anger, as you looked at her in bewilderment. you realized the real reason she didn’t want you to watch it. she never would have shown you by choice, she meant to hide this from you.

you stood up from the ground, followed by bada. you tried to walk away, but she grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face her again.

“seriously?” bada exclaimed.

“i don’t want to talk to you.” you said, shaking yourself away from her touch.

she let you go, watching you walk to your bedroom.

she didn’t know if she should leave you be and go home, or try to plead her case.

—

you didn’t talk to bada for the rest of the night. she decided to stay over, but thankfully she didn’t try to talk to you either.

you were still mad, but as you lay on your bed alone now, the sadness and insecurity started to overwhelm you.

it was 2 am, and you were still awake, thinking, ruminating.

you found yourself wondering if bada was still awake. even though you were angry with her, you still had the instinct to run to her for comfort.

your emotions flooded your mind, and you couldn’t hold it together anymore. tears flowed out as you tried to remain quiet.

you hated yourself in this moment. you felt insufficient, and as if bada deserved better than you.

the problem was you. bada was only with you because she pitied you. she didn’t care for you one bit, let alone did she love you the way you loved her.

you were sitting on the floor now, holding your head and rocking back and forth. you stopped trying to conceal the noise of you gasping for air.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps from the living room, headed towards your bedroom door.

you immediately tiptoed to the bed and dove under the covers, attempting to pretend to be asleep.

you laid there still as you heard your bedroom door opening and closing, followed by footsteps moving towards you.

you tried to slow your breathing, praying to god that bada hadn’t heard you.

you felt her sit down on the bed next to you, your heart racing.

“y/n, i know you’re awake.”

fuck.

you uncovered your face but didn’t turn to face her. you felt embarrassed that she heard you. she probably thought you were crazy. it was all over.

all the love you felt for her was about to be crushed.

“i love you so much.” bada said as she wrapped her arms around you, cradling your head and slowly rocking you.

you felt her kiss your temple and you immediately softened and fell victim to her soothing touch.

“you’re my beautiful girl.” she said, running her hand up and down your waist.

“it doesn’t feel like it.” you said, tears welling up in your eyes once again.

“i just don’t understand why you felt the need to do that. i understand it’s just choreography but i feel disrespected.” you said.

bada rested her chin on your shoulder.

“i’m so sorry i made you upset. truthfully, the ending part was tatter’s idea. i was scared to tell her that i felt it was kind of inappropriate.” she said.

you sighed.

“but i shouldn’t have agreed to it.” you turned and looked at her. she wiped your tears with her thumbs and pushed your hair behind your ears.

“i should have known how you would feel when you saw that, i put my own feelings before yours.”

“bada-”, you started but she continued.

“i already know what you’re going to say. and no, you are not controlling. you have a right to say something when i hurt you. we’re in a relationship.” she said sternly.

you looked at her with slight astonishment at her ability to read your mind. you had started to feel guilt washing over you, convincing yourself that you were manipulative and that you were too hard on bada.

she laughed ever so slightly at your expression, more of a puff of air through her nose and a small smile. she was looking down at you in adoration, hovering over your body.

“i know you.” she said, cupping your face, running her thumb across your cheek.

“and i know you’ve been in here all alone, feeling like you aren’t good enough or pretty enough, which is all bullshit.”

another tear slid down your face, which bada quickly wiped away.

“you know i would never lie to you. you are the most beautiful girl in this world. you look like a princess.” she said, smiling down at you.

you cried more, trying to cover your face with your hands, but bada grabbed you. “my princess.” she finished with a kiss to your forehead.

she laid her head down on your chest, raising her head up to kiss your neck. you wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her hair with your other hand.

“i’m very sorry for acting immature.” you finally said.

“it’s okay. i know you were just hurt.” she replied.

“do you promise you still love me?” you asked sincerely.

she looked up at you with a slight smile, grabbing your jaw softly with her hand.

“of course i do. i will always love you sweet girl.” she said, gently pressing her lips to yours.

“so much.” she kissed you again and again until she felt you smile against her lips. when she pulled away you were still smiling down at her.

she laid her head down on your chest again, rubbing your stomach gently under your shirt. you leaned down and kissed her head.

“i love you too.” you said.

the comfort you felt in this moment made up for all the negative emotions you had felt that night.

all you felt was safety, and nothing was wrong in the world.

“please talk to me next time. i want to help you when you’re feeling like this.” bada said.

“okay, i promise i’ll be honest with you from now on.” you nodded.

she kissed your waist before sitting up and pulling you into a hug. you felt butterflies as she moved you onto her lap effortlessly, looking you straight in the eyes.

she didn’t say anything, but she pulled you closer into her, rubbing your back while supporting your weight with her body.

you both sat like that for a while, feeling the comfort of each other’s presence. eventually, bada laid you down on the bed and covered you up.

she laid down next to you, pulling you into her chest and holding you. “goodnight,” she spoke with one last kiss to your head.

“i love you,” you said, slightly dozing off from the warmth of her body.

“i love you too.”

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a/n: AHHHHH my first work 🤧🤧 there will be a lot more i rly hope this wasn’t dog shit i kind of got carried away with the comfort at the end lol hope you liked it 🪷

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 21

chapter 36:

1. “It's been so long. Oh, there you are, here you are, hi,” *deep breath* AHHHHHHHHH

2. 😭😭😭 “Remus keeps a firm grip on him and turns around to promptly leave, which is probably a little rude, considering that the others are here and may wish to greet him, but he honestly can't bring himself to care about that right now” i would expect nothing less

3. WOLFSTAR REUNION!!!! I AM IN SHAMBLES!

4. “On the way, James glances back with a grin, internally wishing Sirius all the good things, because no one deserves them more.”

oh. wow. that’s such a soft line. it’s literally making me melt

5. “Remus could not be more in love if he tried.” shit shit shit shit sobbing. wolfstar deserves the world

6. “He does love Sirius, though. Loves him dearly, with every defiant bone in his body. This man, who doesn't even realize the importance of what he's just done by giving Remus an unopened envelope. Remus, who owns nothing. Remus, who has nothing. Remus, who is not granted privacy or freedom for anything like this, for anything at all.”

i am on PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION and i am BAWLING my eyes out as silently as i possibly can. y’all don’t understand the restraint i have right now to not loudly sob

7. the LETTER has me CRYING

8. THE SECRET MESSAGE

9. oh, okay. remus killed an auror/greyback. it’s honestly not as bad as i thought it would be. also, i love the lily and remus duo. they’re so iconic

10. i LOVE LOVE LOVE that zar made a point for sirius to have the discussion that his demisexuality is NOT because of trauma and he’s always been that way. it’s beautiful <3

11. “”You can ask Regulus and James; I walked around for a solid month making everyone call me Mr. Sirius Macdonald."” STOP PLSS THATS SO FUNNY

12. SIRIUS JUST TOLD REMUS HE LOVED HIM!!! this is literally so sweet

13. andjskjdksksjsms the authors note:

“sirius, internally: a guillotine could not sever the head im about to give this man. good for them 😌”

chapter 37:

1. i’m starting a gofundme to get regulus a balcony

2. "”Sirius doesn't let me drink," James replies flatly.

"Well, don't say it like that, James. You make it sound like I'm a strict parent, or a controlling spouse," Sirius grumbles. "And I do let you drink, in moderation, when you're in a safe environment and in a good mental state. Don't forget to mention that you only let me drink within those same rules."”

i bet james is upset with the rules he made for sirius so long ago. came back to bite him in the ass

3. describing sirius as “ruffled like an offended bird” has done wonders for my mental health

4. james, remus, and sirius are all hanging out and i am beyond angry that peter doesn’t get to share this moment

5. pandora is such an angel and doesn’t deserve this pain

6. pandora and reg friendship >>>>>>>>>

7. their outfits for the night!! every last one of them is slaying so hard

8. “There's a tense moment where a group of murderers all stare around at each other, not opposed to adding a few more names to their lists. Oh, and Pandora is there, too, startlingly calm despite this.”

yaxley needs to shut his fucking mouth and stop implying that sirius will fuck his way through issues

9. “"You know what they'll assume we're doing."

"Running away," Regulus mutters.

James sighs in exasperation and fond amusement. "No, Reg. Fucking. They'll assume we've snuck off to find a corner to go fuck in."”

😭😭😭😭😭 i love reg. he’s so ready to leave

10. jegulus is getting their shit together and improving. i’m so glad

11. “James swallows. "They're—they destroy things now, when they never did before. They're rough sometimes. Bloody."

"Warm," Regulus counters, pressing another kiss to James' shaking fingers. "Steady. Strong. These hands hold the people you love. These hands care for them. They're gentle. Tender."”

this is love. what they have is love. it’s messy and broken and so difficult, but they’re trying and it’s love

12. and once again we have wolfstar my true loves ☺️☺️

i feel like nows a good time to add to respect bizzarestars’ wishes to not have the fic reposted or reuploaded a different site. i can’t remember his wishes about bookbinding, but respect those as well.

thank you, lovely people

[pokemenlovingmen]

ur writing has truly captivated my attention, i truly adore how you characterize everyone, and thats not yet reading your other writing requests AAAAA!!!! im just!! wow cat eyes wide holding these fics in my hands gently

if its alright, im a little embarrassed to ask so quickly, could i ask for more general loving teasing for adaman? just flustering him (by blatantly flirting with him if anything) sounds like a fun time tbh msbdndb

I’m sorry I didn’t respond to this sooner, I wanted to, but since it had a request attached I waited on the post. But thank you so much!! You guys are for real SO NICE, like for as many specifics and rules as I have for requesting and interactions I’ve pulled such a kind and supportive audience. I usually write full fics in my spare time, but it’s been hard to finish any project so these headcanon list type things are good to keep the creative juices flowing, and I’m so flattered that what I basically use as practice pieces are things you like so much!!! You guys are so kind!!! I’m glad you like my stuff so much!! We gays are in this together!

And Adaman requests are always speaking my language, I’ve never been as down biblically bad for a man in a Pokemon game as I have that guy <3

Teasing and Flirting w/ Adaman!

💎 — Adaman is pretty hard to shake up, not that he’s stoic, but more that he’s just so laid-back and being raised into this clan leadership position, it’s second nature for him to just be ready to react to anything.

💎 — And if someone he didn’t have feelings for tried teasing or flirting with him, he’d probably just smile, totally oblivious to their true intentions because he’s got a million things on his mind and any attraction for that person isn’t one of them. He just won’t think anything of it.

💎 — But coming from a person he is romantically inclined towards, however…

💎 — Well, he might laugh a lot more at your jokes. You might catch him running a hand through his hair with surprising regularity. Like he’s nervous or something…

💎 — He’ll usually do that classic narrow-eyed Adaman Look towards you when he realizes you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Well, ha! He’s the leader of the Diamond Clan, and he’s more strong-willed than that, thank you very much.

💎 — But okay, you’re really testing him. He’s good at keeping his voice steady, but if you’re around other people there’s no mistaking how his face tints just sliiiightly pink when you talk.

💎 — Walk up to him and twirl his hair while he’s just talking to someone or even just minding his own business, he’ll whip around and give you a MASSIVE glare.

💎 — Hugs from behind really fluster him. If you wrap your arms around his waist the first thing that kicks in is the “defend myself from wild Pokemon” instinct, and once he realizes it’s only you he’ll just scowl and try and ignore you.

💎 — The “scowl and try to ignore you” is a regular technique of his that usually doesn’t work. Of course, you know him well enough to tell the difference between when he’s flustered and actually mad. Adaman’s face doesn’t go all red when he’s angry.

💎 — He’ll take your first few flirtatious comments in stride but the thicker you lay it on, the less dignified his responses get.

“Do you know how pretty you are?”

“Why, yes, I did! Thank you for noticing, S/O.”

“You’re soooo cute when you smile.”

“Did you mean handsome? I don’t think a clan leader is meant to be ‘cute’.”

“You have the sweetest laugh ever, I want to hear it more.”

“Very sweet of you, but we’re in public!”

“If I kiss this spot behind your ear, you get all red and it’s the cutest thing ever, look…”

“Eh?! Can’t this wait for somewhere more private??”

💎 — Funny thing is, Adaman does a lot of teasing himself. He’s suave, confident, and charming, being teasy and flirtatious is just second nature. But if there’s one thing that’s also true about Adaman, is he CANNOT take what he dishes out. His flustered reactions to your teasing are pure and simple embarrassment. He’s nervous about looking too soft.

💎 — He’s never been in a relationship before, much less one with a man, and he has a lot on his shoulders as clan leader. Romantic interactions, all that playful couple stuff, it’s all so new to him and being on the receiving end of it just. Short circuits him. It’s why you find him so fun to fluster, and also why he forgives you so quickly—it’s just some harmless fun and your little way of nudging him to relax a bit in your relationship.

💎 — And he understands and appreciates that! He loves the flirting, deep down, he just has literally no idea how to react to it. Feelings?? Help?? Man calling me pretty make my heart go thump??

💎 — When you two are finally somewhere remotely private, he drags you off by the arm with a “what was that?!”

💎 — You just wink at him and tell him he’s so cute, it’s just hard to help yourself sometimes.

💎 — He’s also very weak to winking. That suaveness sweeps him off his feet.

💎 — When he does get you alone while you’re still in that flirty, teasey mood, he’ll probably scold you a bit and try as hard as he can to be mad at you—which he isn’t, because he’s a pushover and also this attention just tickles his heart in the best way.

💎 — But after he gets done sulking… he might scoot a little closer to you and shyly ask if you could talk like that with him again, or be playfully affectionate again, it really did feel good.

💎 — Just stop doing it while he’s trying to handle clan business!! You HARLOT. (affectionate)

💎 — But hey, you’ll get him to loosen up eventually. Until then, it’s pretty funny to watch him struggle to conjure up a proper reaction to you being this way.

(This all came out incredibly sexual-sounding which wasn’t the intent at all… my apologies. The harlot thing was a dramatic jab but nothing was intended as sexual here, Adaman getting flustered was just him getting flustered, nothing more. That ended up being really challenging to convey though, I’m sorry. ;;)

[lazy-writer-owo]

A Pirate Live.. (Ch. 1)

Shanks x OC! fanfic

Summary: How young! Shanks and young! Josephine met for the first time when her father Edward fought Roger. feat. Buggy and this is like an epilogue to a long story of Josephine Edward.

Warning- (non)

P.s. English is not my first language so please bare with me, this is also me attempting to break my comfort zone of writing an x OC fic and my first one piece fic :'D Enjoy!

Third pov.

Josephine sits by the railing of the ship looking at the luscious forest Infront of her, Marco stand beside her keeping his sharp eyes on the young lady.

Her mischevious behaviour could have slip pass by him any moment but after an order from pops have made him stay behind to babysit the adorable little lady. Josephine Newgate, a ripe age of 8 years old the little lady have spend since her birth on the ship surrounded by pirates and the danger of the marines. But nothing could sway her as she knows her father and her big family would keep the danger away from her.

"Marco, can we pleasee go there? i want to see the fight so bad" Josephine begs at the blonde haired man after a few rumble and explosion happened deep in the forest, she have always want to see the notorious pirate that her father would always complain about name Monkey.D Roger. She never met the Roger Pirates, her father forbid her to ever come near them because of their dangerous nature.

"No, you know pops would kill me and he would grounded you from going on the docks yoi" Marco says as he lean on the railing beside her, bored at his babysitting duty and all he ever wanted was to join pops and the others.

The little girl pouts at his answer and the worst thing to be punished that she can't explore any island that they docked at. The little girl then do her best 'puppy face' towards her brother with her hand clasp together infront of her "Pretty pleasee Marco, i promise i would hide and stand far awayyy i just want to see them fight pleaseee"

Marco let out a sigh shaking his head and frown at the girl "No means no, you cause enough trouble this week". Marco crosses his arms over his chest, his demeanor now serious.

"But-" Josephine try to reason with Marco again before she was shut down quickly by Marco harden glare at her. "Okay..i guess i be in my room until they come back" the girl says defeated as she hops down from the railing and walk towards the stair leading to the lower deck.

Marco shakes his head with a sigh

Josephine pov.

I open the door to my room before shutting it and lock it, i glance around my room before ducking down of my bed reaching my hand under to retrieve my stash.

A sword that was supposed to be put away after training session and a small pouch for with a small sketchbook in it, Im determined that today is the day that i will see Roger and my father in action. I will draw the fight in real live!

After my body is halfway through the small round window beside the ship i glance back whispering "Sorry marco I promise i be quick" before pulling myself before slip and fall with a yelp into the shallow sea water.

After succesfully went on to the dryland,making sure pineapple head is not on the deck. I waste no time but make a dash into the luscious forest heading to the loud noises of swords clashes to one another and angry war cry. My lips broke out into a big smile, excitement course through everysteps i take as the noises grew louder and louder.

A Clearing come into view with 2 people quarelling one another, one is a familiar silhouete of my father while the other is a man with a red coat and a red pirate hat sat upon his head. But the most noticable about the other man have a long black moustache "wow he can rival father with that moustache of his.." i duck behind the thick branch of a fallen tree peeking at them.

My mouth open in awe at the sheer power that the other man can withstand my father's attack and his haki, no doubt that is the man that rival my father. Monkey.D Roger, every each time their swords clash blew a gush of wind that blew my hair only widens my eyes and mouth to watch the 2 most dangerous pirate of the sea fought in-front of my very eyes!

But the blast blew and cut through some of the trees around me, i let out a yell as the trees fall around me before a warm hand grasp onto my hand and pull me up and dash away from the clearing to behind a rock. My eyes closed as the debris and dust stings, as we lean behind the rock catching our breath after the slight run of adrenaline. Then i realize that im with an unkown person before i reach for my sword and point it at them with a yelp "W-who! are you!?".

Standing before me is a boy same age as me with both of his arms raised in defense as the tip of my sword point at him. A strawhat rest on his head covering his fiery red hair, what an odd color. Is the boy also a pirate? i mean he have a sword strapped on his waist. Finally! a kid who is also a pirate like me!. He look at me with a tint of red on his cheeks before he snap us out of the state

"What are you doing here? do you know how dangerous it is here?!"

Taken aback by his outburst i lower my sword pointing my finger at him voice raise "and why do you care? im here to watch my father!"

The boy tilt his head confuse at my word "huh? your father?" his eyes blinking looking at me weirdly "No way, your father is a pirate from Whitebeards Pirate?"

i huff, a sword still in my hand as i put my other hand on my hip "Duh and he is-"

"Shank duck!" a voice cut through my sentence before another boy jump from on top of the rock straigh to me. I let out a scream as i see a flash of blue before a body just slam on to me knocking me on the ground, my sword flew from my hand. i let out a grunt as a ringing in my ears and hea throbing at the hard impact of the ground, the red-haired boy panic to see his best friend knock the defensless girl "Buggy! what are you doing! get off of her!"

The boy on top of me then scream aswell at his friend "She was pointing her sword at you! im only trying to help!".

i open my eyes and see a boy with a big red nose, we make eye contact before i let out a scream "GET OFF OF ME YOU WEIRDO!!" i push the blue haired boy ontop of me away before scrambling bakwards hand reaching for my sword before the red-hair quickly come near me to stop me from getting to my sword "Hey hey wait dont!"

"Stay back!" i point my sword at them, i though that i could be friend with the kid but they just want to kill me at this point "Y-you were with the roger pirate right, that's why your friend try to kill me!"

The red hair boy quickly shakes his head along with his hand as he grew nervous "No no! trust me im only trying to keep you away from the battlefield!" i snap back with "Then why is he trying to snap my neck?!" i point back at the blue haired kid

"Because you were trying to kill Shanks!"

"No i wasn't!"

"You were pointing the sword at him!"

What a good first impression huh. We glare at one another like you can see the electric connecting our intense staring contest before it was broken by Shank stand in between of us "Okay, okay stop it. My friend here can be a bit of an idiot since he does not have any common sense in his brain"

"Hmph clearly, what kind a man knock down a lady" I huff as i lower my sword. "You're not a lady! what kind of a lady handle swords!" Buggy as his friend says his name yelled pointing his finger at me.

"A kind of lady that can beat your ass!" i scream back as i went near him. Shank facepalm at the scene infront of him before he reach between them and push them apart slightly "Buggy please stop insulting her, it has been forever since we met anyone that are the same age as us in a pirate crew" The red-hair smile widely before turn his head to the girl.

"Im shanks, the idiot that knock you is Buggy we're from the Roger Pirate crew" He says still wearing the big smile as he extend his hand for a proper shake. Josephine look at the boy eyes widened slightly as she heard him, they are from the Roger Pirate? no way!

"W-wait i didn't know that the Roger Pirate have children on the crew, my father never mention that" The girl blinks at the new discoveries before buggy bugs in (hehe) "Well who's your father??"

"Oh its-"

"Josephine!!" a gruffy voice yelled as the three children tense and look up to see a figure of non other than Whitebeard descend with his weapon raise aiming at the two younger roger's crew. The boys scream frighten by the sudden appereance of the very angry Whitebeard, Roger appear infront of the children using his sword to block the attack creating a loud blast of wind that almost knock away the children.

All three of the children were shaken, buggy knees weakened as he sat on the dirt eyes wide. While Shank have wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and cover her head eyes closed by the debris and dust. Out of instict Shank have quickly pull Josephine close shielding her away from the danger, a sense of protectiveness over the girl.

"Get your filthy hands away from her!" Whitebeard voice booms as he aims at the two boys before the girl pull away from Shank's embrace spread her arms wide "Father don't!" she screams loud with her eyes close. Whitebeard weapon then stopped once again by Roger's hand hold tightly on the handle "My my i didn't know you have a daughter Whitebeard Hahaha! This is interesting my friend!"

"You're whitebeard daughter?!" the two boys yelled out shock to know the girl infront of them are no ordinary daughter to a common crew member but THE Whitebeard daughter.

The girl says nothing as she open her eyes to meet the glare of her very upset father, before meekly says "Im sorry Father.."

(To be continued....)

[giannalovessturniolo]

Rivals and Secrets

paring : Chris Sturniolo x Gia Marx

summary : follows Gia a spirited cheerleader and Chris a star lacrosse player as they navigate their heated rivalry and forbidden attraction.

warnings : Forbidden Relationship, Mild Language, (no smut yet..)

author notes : so... this is my first ever pic so please be nice, this also with have im hoping for possibly over 5 chapter aiming for 10 but I will see how I go!

chapter 2

As Gia walked home, the cool breeze of the late after noon helped her clear her head. Gia pulled out her phone to check the time, her phone was flooded with notifications but 2 seemed to catch her eye…

instagram : Chris Sturniolo has followed you

Snapchat : Chris Sturniolo has added you

Her heart thumped, she hesitated as her thumb hovered over the accept button, before finally accepting his requests.

Later on that night Gia was back in her room, she couldn’t help but think about Chris, she was angry why does he think he can just follow me after all these years of there rivalry she told herself, she decided she would post something on her story of a photo she took before practise, the photo was a mirror selfie she had one hand on her hip and she had her Tonge poking out when taking the photo she had no intention of it being posted she only had a crop top on with small bike shorts, she hit post.

Minutes later, she noticed a notification..

Chris Sturniolo liked your story

Gias heart skipped a beat, she found herself staring at his profile picture, a casual yet striking image that revealed a different side of Chris which she was starting to see the the profile was a candid photo of him in his lacrosse gear his dark brown hair messed from the wind, his face had no emotion his jaw was chiselled and he was staring into the distance, his piercing blue eyes sharp with competitiveness.

Confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to make sense of Chris’s actions. Did he like the story out of genuine interest or was it just another move in their ongoing rivalry? Gia sighed, she couldn’t stop thinking about his intentions from a simple like on instagram.

As the evening went on, Gia couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe their rivalry was something more complex. She new she should focus on upcoming competitions and her major responsibility’s of a senior, but Chris Sturniolo’s presence seemed to linger in her thoughts.

Gia couldn’t help but pick back up her phone and click on Chris name its like her fingers took control they started dancing along the screen.

Chris perspective

Chris scrolled through his instagram feed, liking photos and catching up on recent updates, when Gia’s story popped up, he hesitated before tapping onto it, the image caught his attention while also catching him off guard, he couldn’t deny the rush of admiration seeing her like that, the way she had no shirt on just in her small crop top with her tongue poking out in a spiteful manner witch cause him to adjust his member, he didn’t think much about it before clicking like on the story. Immediately a small voice appeared in his head questioning his actions.

Why did you do that Chris he muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair running his finger through his hair before he received a ding..

Gia Marx : “thanks I guess? 😒”

Chris couldn’t help but chuckle it was classic gia fiery and competitive, and unwilling to show any sign of being impressed.

Chris quickly typed out a response.

“Wow your so welcome snowflake, you know you love me 😏”

As he hit send Chris felt a sense of satisfaction. Their exchange was a reason of why he enjoyed their rivalry it kept things interesting.

But beneath the playful jabs and competitiveness Chris couldn’t ignore the undying tension that simmered between them. There was something about Gia that intrigued him beyond their rivalry something he couldn’t put into words.

With a shake of his head to clear his thoughts, Chris set his phone down and returned to his homework, knowing that whatever was happening between them was far from over.

[bluiex]

i put it in google docs to check the word count it’s a bit over 1000 words so that’s fun, but without further ado, i present:

funny things i have read in smut:

“Then he hit the bundle of nerves that fanfic readers are all too familiar with.”

“Luckily he is also a slippery motherfucker.”

“inexperienced in the art of giving giant people hand jobs.”

“Getting cock blocked my a church!”

“I’m not a food (name)”

“unsure why (name) was treating him like he was at the dentist”

“Also when they arrived (name) threw a plushie at them, hitting (name) square in the face.”

“I-uh I wh-uhm I”

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!”

“(name) smiled “sure just don’t kill me””

“(name) would probably just scold them and then offer some advice and (name) would probably just laugh and offer to punch (name)’s stomach or some bullshit. “

“She then sauntered her way back to the over-eager man laying in an idiotic position on the bed, probably trying to be mock-seductive.”

“"What? Don't you like what you see?"”

“he let out a shaky breath and stood up straight(gay)”

“(name) finds out where all the missing orphans went, and no, it’s not Technoblade.”

“(very unimaginative for a nonhuman, what were his parents thinking?)”

“it was at that moment that (name) had internally asked himself three questions: am I really considering sex with a dragon? Is this really what my life has come to? Dragon fucking?”

“" Sorry gang I have to take the fattest piss in the whole year."”

“"I just don't think you are gonna be screaming pickles in the middle of fucking-"”

“Angry at (name) for even having the audacity to be alive and breathing.”

““Look, I’m your chambermaid not your chambertherapist,””

““I saw a man purchasing cocaine from another man.” He mentioned offhandedly.”

“"Fuck you" he responded, lowering himself to lay on the monsters chest and stomach.

'That's what your doing'”

“Author: Am eating cucumber”

“(name” smirked with delight, reaching down to poke at his cloaca”

“he got so many new experiences (yes, even beans on toast)”

“”did you just.. call me dude in a romantic way?”

““Were you expecting me to say ‘it’s dishonourable to attack when not ready!’?””

“(names) hands are shaking so much that he might actually shoot one of them in the foot. Which would seriously kill the mood.”

“Is he not also deserving of being a sexy pirate with huge tits?”

“He doesn’t know what he’ll do if (name) pulls away and starts talking again. Cry, probably.”

“sorry i was possessed by an evil spirit called homosexuality writing this”

“im normal *paces around my cage*”

“i need to fuck this himbo.”

“am I saying that gay sex is the solution to relationship problems? Absolutel- *dies*”

“and precisely nothing changes between Pearl and Scott.”

“the real fantasy here is having a shower that's big enough for more than one person lmao”

“not like he was thinking of boneing (name) or (name) anytime soon.”

“(name) has eaten (name) out (wow that's really a sentence I just typed)”

“Tea anon *shakes you like a maraca*”

“because holy hell (name) has got to have some absolutely incredible thighs”

“I know that we all universally agree that (name) has the biggest dick on the server”

“I just think they should fuck and it would solve all their problems. Or make them worse, but at least they’d have fucked <3”

““tiddies plz? May I have a face full of them?””

“(especially after he's been fucked into the next century by her-)”

“When he is satisfyied and (name) is a right mess and a little hard- (name) just leaves lmao”

“You have my utmost respect and love person who suggested it I will give you a handshake”

“Hi I have a headache the size of Texas but that doesn’t stop the Headcanons from plaguing me like visions.”

“(name) just walkin around butt ass naked, dick out :sobs: /pos”

“getting the fucked and bred into the next century-“

“"he's a fucking dumbass jesus christ i want to bear his children"”

“(name) lingered, because he was a simple man, and couldn’t turn down a chance to look at (name)’s ass. In his defence, it was not a bad choice. Man.”

“Not that burying his face in (name)’s tits was a bad time,”

“(name) slurred out a grumbling complaint, so far from any word that (name) was almost impressed.”

“(name), I am going to set you on fire, please.”

“(name) raised his eyebrows at (name)’ choice to not wear underwear. The man was truly feral sometimes.”

“This goes even harder (hehe)”

“Why do school work when imaginary men can fuck in our heads *gets run over*”

“Unfortunately, it covered all of (name)’s actual ass,”

“his eyes relaxing and focusing in on the much nicer view of (name)’s chest.”

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?””

“little panting sounds as he tried to remember how to breathe.”

“He needed to scream into a pillow, like, now. And then do other things with that pillow”

“She could talk to him however the fuck she wanted after riding him like that.”

“And my god if anyone saw his back they'd think he got attacked by a bear or something “

“(name)’s sense of time is a little – hah! – fucked right now.”

“resisted that dang mouth”

“(name) has two tits!”

“a worker is giving him a weird look for clearly having boner while staring at some bell peppers.”

“He really was a friend shaped nugget”

““If it's not a booty call I'm not interested,” “

“(name) bussy canonically has the power to unlock peoples closeted inner fruit”

“the glass was so fragile that gay sex was enough to shatter it”

“just waiting for (name) to calm down. (name) also waits for (name) to calm down.”

“and enjoy the ride””

“nor does (name) actually get off on being commanded to fuck. (well, he might. i've never asked.)”

““I’m at a vulnerable time in my species transition and you’re making sex slave jokes?””

““Well, stop being horny for five seconds and let me finish explaining.””

“Gotta have a weird gay thing going with at least one of your friends at all times.””

““Oh no, your dick is broken! I’m prescribing you blow jobs~””

“trying to look calm and collected. like a cucumber.”

“giving it the sloppiest toppy he could in his state.”

-🍞

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!” I felt that. LOL

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?”” FAVE FAVE FAVE

[thatoneash]

7- Playing the Cupid

You walked into your literature class as early as you can as your eyes scanned the room for a certain someone. You were usually never this early for any of your classes but since today is no other day you decided to make an exception.

As you spotted the purple haired boy on his usual desk, his eyes glued to his phone, a smile appeared on your lips as you walked over to him.

Today was gonna be a good day. You can feel it.

“Good morning Scara!” he suddenly jolted in his seat as his eyes caught yours. A frown appeared on his face as he let out a scowl and turned his phone off. “What the fuck are you doing here.”

“We share literature remember?” you said as you put your bag down right behind his desk. He scanned your movements with an obvious irritated expression on his face. “No, I mean what the fuck are you doing at my desk.”

“Oh! Well I decided to sit here today. Any problem with that?” you smiled teasingly as you sat right behind him. His back was to the wall so he was facing you sideways. “Yes actually I do have a problem with that. You’re not sitting there.”

You rolled your eyes and deadpanned at him. “Obviously I am sitting here right now Scara. I decided to sit right behind you so that we can have more conversations.I know, I’m a genius.”

He raised one brow at you. “What makes you think I would talk to you in the middle of the class out of all people? Also Shei was sitting there your seat is in the back.” you gave him a look that said im aware of that and shrugged “I’m sure he won’t mind.” he let out a sigh and turned his back to you.

Disappointed by his lack of interest in conversation, you hummed as you thought of another way to approach him.

Your eyes drifted to your phone with the sound of your notification.

“Hey.” you shut your phone off as someone appeared before you. “Oh hi Shei. I’m sorry I suddenly sat here but I couldn’t see the board from where I was so I hope you don’t mind.” you nervously laughed hoping it wasn’t showing off that you were lying.

“Oh no yeah no problem! I’ll be more than glad to move seats actually haha.” you giggled a bit as you moved closer to him and whispered. “It’s because of him isn’t it?” he nodded his head in reply. “You have no idea.”

“Well lucky for you I’m willing to switch seats forever.” His eyes sparked up to that. “Really? Oh my god thank you so much I owe you one for that.” and with that he was gone. you sighed in relief as you sat down and contemplated what to do.

In pure boredom, you started tapping Scara’s back in a songs tune that has been stuck in your head for the whole day. “What the fuck are you doing. Stop touching me.” you rolled your eyes. Such a drama queen.

“Relax im not gonna give you any cooties. I’m just playing a song.” he turned his face to you and you almost laughed at the angry face he had on. “Do I look like a piano to you.” you stifled a giggle as you shaked your head. “No but like did anyone ever tell you how cute you look while angry.”

Now, after you said that you could SWEAR you caught him turning red before he turned his head forward with a scowl. Now what you’re sure you heard was a “stupid annoying girl.” That was muttered a under his breath.

The teacher stepped into class not so long after. You sighed as you put your phone under your desk because if he caught you texting in class he’d take it from you.

Minutes passed since the lesson started and you weren’t paying any attention. Getting more and more bored each second, you ripped a paper from your notebook and started writing on it.

Hey I’m bored

you quickly put it on Scara’s desk. He stared at the paper for a second before reading it and crumpling it in his hand. Wow rude.

You ripped another paper from your notebook and wrote on it again.

Wanna talk? :)

You passed it to him again waiting for him to reply but he was such a stubborn little shit that he crumpled it again and put it under his desk.

Sighing in defeat, you put your head on your desk, deciding to sleep until the class ended.

-

After the bell rang, you stretched and let out a yawn in your seat. Looking in front of you, Scara was putting his stuff into his bag preparing to leave the class.

You quickly got out of your seat and stopped in front of him.

“What now.”

“You wanna walk to our next class together?”

He stared at you again. “We have another class together?”

Ok ouch.

You smiled as you nodded your head. “Yep! It’s art. I actually just switched classes to art so you might not have noticed me.”

“I’m sure it’s only because your presence isn’t a big importance to me but ok.”

He didn’t say anything else as he walked by you. You wanted to act like his words didn’t affect you but it did. Now, you never interacted with him in middle school for this sole reason. You knew he was a distant and cold person and that you’d get the cold treatment from him if you ever even tried conversing with him. Middle school you got hurt easily and couldn’t handle that so you decided to watch him from afar.

But now you’re on your third year of highschool. You gained lots of friends and confidence. You got yourself into this situation with the risk of knowing what he was like and you weren’t about to back down.

So, you put a small smile on your lips and trailed after him.

“So, I didn’t think of you as an arts guy. You have a hidden gem too huh.”

“Wouldn’t say a gem I always draw in my free time so might as well take the class for it.”

“Yeah that’s fair. I’d like to see some of your drawings too if you don’t mind actually.”

“I do mind.”

“Alright well art reflects a persons deepest desires and a reflection from their life so I understand why you wouldn’t want me to see your art yet. But someday, it’d be nice.”

He gave you a side glance to see you already smiling at him as you walked side by side. Your smile was warm and it was directed at him. A warm smile just for him.

He didn’t get it. No matter how cold he was being to you, no matter how many times he tried pushing you away, it didn’t seem to effect you. You were by his side still. Giving him the space he needed for the time being and being completely understanding.

It didn’t mean you weren’t an annoyance to him still. But your presence was a little bit bearable now. A little.

-

Alright our loverboy is starting to warm up to her. Only a little though. How much do you think it will take him to completely shatter his walls around her? Who knows :)

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[pastelwitchling]

If you’re still taking prompts can I please request anything involving Malex and Sanders..? Because Sanders is just the best and he’s so happy that Michael is happy! I feel like he and Alex would get along really well and team up to give Michael grief hahahaha this is a very vague prompt but there’s that Sanders gif set going around and it’s giving me all the feels 💛💛💛

***

When Alex got a knock at his door, he hadn’t expected to find none other than Sanders on the other side. He stilled, hand falling slowly off the doorknob. He didn’t know why he was shocked to see Sanders, but he thought he understood his own anxiety about being alone with the old man. This was, after all, as close to Michael’s father as anybody had ever been.

“Er, hello, sir,” Alex said at once.

Sanders raised a white brow and scoffed. “‘Sir.’ Boy, you really are military.”

“Ex,” Alex confirmed and stepped back. “Please, come in.”

“No, no, I, uh,” Sanders looked down at himself. “I just got back from the junkyard, I’m—I’m covered in grease—”

“Please,” Alex insisted, and his lips quirked into half a smile. “Unless you’ve forgotten, my husband’s a mechanic.”

Sanders looked down, away, and Alex understood how he could be uncomfortable. He himself didn’t really know how to react to a family member that wasn’t actively trying to kill him.

“Yeah, well,” Sanders cleared his throat, accepted Alex’s offer with a nod, and walked in past him. “I just realized I never gave you a wedding present,” he said when they got to the living room, and offered Alex the gift-wrapped box he’d been holding. “I know it ain’t much, but I think you could get some real use out of that.”

“Wow, thanks,” Alex said, albeit awkward himself. “You really didn’t have to.”

Sanders waved off his gratitude and gestured at the gift. “Go head, open it.”

So Alex did. It looked like a vase. With gears.

“Uh,” Sanders started, “it—it’s a—”

“Self-gardening mechanism,” Alex smiled. “Thank you, sir. I don’t have the green thumb Michael does, now I finally have a way to save the flowers he gets me.”

Sanders blinked, startled, and smirked. “You know your stuff, huh?”

“Michael loves everything to do with plants,” he shrugged. “I’m a quick study.”

He stared. “You really love ‘im, don’t you?”

“Always have,” Alex said. He looked down at his new gift, clearly made with a lot of care and detail. “I . . . I think I know why you’re really here too.” At Sanders’s confused look, Alex smiled sadly. “I know you probably don’t love the way I treated Michael at the beginning of our relationship. I . . . put him through a lot—”

“And he put you through a lot,” Sanders said, frowning. “Son, I ain’t heartless. I love that boy, and for the most part he’s a genius, but he can be a real dumbass when it comes to what means most to him. Which is why he talks back to me,” he said with a fatherly edge, then softened, “and hurts you so much.”

Alex started to shake his head. “H-He doesn’t—”

“Don’t you start now,” he heaved a sigh. “Where is the dumbass anyway?”

Alex couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it was because he knew Sanders meant it with an exasperated fondness. Maybe because Sanders was giving him permission to be angry and sad with the man he loved. Or maybe it was because no one had ever stood up for him and for it to come from Michael’s father felt like a kind pat on the head.

It’s okay to be upset, I’m giving you permission to be upset, he seemed to be saying.

“He’s getting some work done with Max and Isobel,” Alex said. “Something about Max’s work in Oasis.”

Sanders scowled. “And you’re not in on it?”

Alex fidgeted. “I, uh, overdid myself a bit at Deep Sky. I’m on Guerin’s version of a recommended house arrest. He’ll fill me in when he gets back.”

“Ah,” he nodded, “so you nearly worked yourself into a grave again, and Michael freaked out and forced you to rest, huh?”

“You’re pretty good at picking up on our dynamic, I see,” Alex tried for an amused smile, and went to set the vase on the kitchen counter.

Sanders said nothing as Alex busied himself with placing the sunflowers Michael had brought him just yesterday inside the new contraption. He watched as the gears turned and water filtered through from somewhere inside the vase. He smiled to himself. He’d seen every evil machine there was to see, he’d seen alien magic put to dark use. There was something refreshing about watching the workings of such a simple and good invention.

“You don’t owe anyone an apology, son,” Sanders said suddenly. His voice was softer than Alex knew it capable of being. “You ain’t your father and Michael knows that.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Despite what the beginning of your relationship looked like. He loves you, and he don’t need you to hurt yourself to prove you love him back.”

Alex kept his eyes on the sunflowers for a moment longer, then he looked to the vase. Then he smiled over his shoulder at Sanders. “He’s really lucky to have you, Walt.”

Sanders blinked, then looked away. He cleared his throat again. “Yeah, well. Mm.”

With a pat to Alex’s shoulder, Sanders turned to leave. Alex didn’t move away from the kitchen counter even as he promised Sanders that they’d come over tomorrow night for dinner. He didn’t move even as he watched Sanders head out. If he had, if he’d been proud enough of himself or believed enough of what Sanders had told him to see him out, he might’ve seen Sanders pull out his phone. He might’ve seen him text Michael with a smirk at his lips. He might’ve realized how honest Sanders had been with him.

But he hadn’t. Instead, he stood there, only able to hope that he meant as much to Michael as Sanders made him out to. In that same moment, Michael checked a text he’d just gotten from his father.

You’re luckier than you know, kid.

And then maybe it wouldn’t have surprised Alex at all that Michael had smiled at the words, knowing exactly what Sanders meant.

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤

[mister13eyond]

Any tips on how to silence the "don't tell people you feel sorry/you wish them to get better/you understand them because if you do you're the most tactless inconsiderate monster to walk on earth and you should feel bad for yourself" voices in my head?

Because me growing up on tumblr meant that teenage me had internalized all the poor counseling tips HARD and every time somebody opens up to current me I enter a stupor because wow, what do I say to them? Surely they'll hate me if I say I'm sorry

And like, from personal experience, how many times have I flipped out at people who told me they're sorry or everything will be alright when I opened up to them? That's right, zero. And how many times have I re-read my awkward tumblr lingo ridden attempts at counseling and thought to myself "damn this is the most awkward thing I've ever said. I should have told them something like "I feel you, everything will be alright". It would have been a lot better I think."? Wayyyy too many

BOY OH BOY DO I FEEL THIS PAIN ANON, im shaking both your hands because this one is HARD and i still haven't fully managed to turn that part of my brain off weeps

in my case i think it comes from being the person that apologized for everything, and then got scolded for apologizing, so i turned around and tried to stop saying "i'm sorry" reflexively and Way Overcorrected

but yeah i'm right there with you- when i open up to friends and they tell me "i'm sorry" or "it's gonna be ok" i never think twice about it, i know they care and are listening to me and want to console me. but when i do it? oh no, not allowed

HOWEVER i have been trying to do things a bit differently to work around that bad reflex so maybe it will help you too!

personally, i think part of my approach has been going "what do I actually want and/or need when i am opening up to someone?" and part of it has been going "what do i MEAN when i say 'i'm sorry' to a friend opening up to me?"

for the first part, usually what i really NEED is just like, for someone to genuinely listen, for me to feel heard, and for someone to say they understand! like, i don't frequently come to my friends expecting Solutions or Counseling- they're not my therapist and i'd never ask them to be, I don't need them to give me sagely advice or solve everything because, well. we're all a bunch of mentally ill queers struggling through life and trying their best and i don't think they'll be able to magically solve all my problems because most of them have the same problems i do! i really just want someone to listen, to go "yeah that IS unfair" or "you're right, that IS really hard" and then tell me they care about me and they hope it will get better soon.

for the second part it really ties into the first- a lot of the time when i would apologize after a friend vented to me it didn't really mean "i am personally responsible for this problem and i am apologizing for it", it meant "that sucks and i wish it wasn't happening to you". so i've kinda just... started saying the latter? like i mentioned above, i really just want to know my friends understand and care about me when i'm struggling, so i've tried to do the same when i can by just like.... validating what someone is saying. "yeah you're right that WAS an unfair way for your manager to treat you" or "god it's fucking hard when mental illness acts up like that and you're understandably struggling under it!" or "i wish all this wasn't happening to you and i hope you catch a break soon because you deserve it." i can't, like, counsel someone because i'm not a trained professional and i don't want to mess things up worse, but i CAN say "you're right, that sucks, i love you and i get why it's making you feel [stressed/upset/angry/etc]" and "i care about you a lot and i hope things get better soon"

it's hard!!! changing a reflex like that super ingrained in you is hard. i kinda started using workarounds like this so that i could... trick my brain? "well, you didn't actually use THE WORDS "i'm sorry" so it doesn't count" (even though i just rephrased the sentence to say what i mean when i say sorry without actually using sorry)

i wish you the best of luck!!! wanting to be good to people and give them what they need when they open up to you or rely on you IS genuinely hard but i also so badly want to be good to the people i love too, so i think it's worth it. here's to hoping we both get it figured out ;o;