#you feel jealous sometimes and you politely tell that feeling its not helping and you go about your day

[polyamorousmood]

"How do you deal with jealousy?" Like, a lot of ways, but also sometimes you just feel it and move on.

I feel jealous when a street cat goes up to someone else instead of me, doesn't mean I carry around cat treats in an effort to prevent random cats from ever picking someone else 🤷‍♀️

[redr0sewrites]

Jealousy Hcs With HSR Characters

urghrhrhrh the cutscene at the end of *redacted for spoilers* with luocha had me feeling some typa way ab him ngl....

🥀CW: jealousy, slight mentions of arguments, fluff, some smut, dirty talk, marking, etc

🥀Pairings: Blade x reader, Kafka x Reader, Dan Heng IL x reader, Sampo x reader, Luocha x reader

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

BLADE

i honestly feel like he wouldnt get jealous too easily, but once hes jealous he can be pretty possessive

he trusts you a lot, but sometimes needs reassurance that you wont leave him

i feel like he'd be more protective then actually possessive, however he can gets pretty pissed at the person hes jealous of, esp when it comes to you💀

ALL politeness goes out the door the second someone flirts with you

"theyre mine, i suggest you leave."

very straightforward and to the point

if the person refuses to leave you alone, he can and will get physical on your behalf but only if you want him too

afterwards he would probably act like an angry cat, wanting your affection and reassurance but also being pissed and lashing out at the same time

jealous sex? yes

when hes jealous he is actually feral during sex

using his weight to pin you down, fucking into you so roughly and yet stopping whenever you came close to cumming

"do you need more? too bad. you'll take what i give you. would you prefer to have him fuck you? have his cock stuffing your greedy hole? he cant fuck you like i can. youre mine, and im yours. fucking remember that."

he would also like it if YOU took control and showed him that you only had eyes for him

kiss him, mark him and claim him as yours, show him that you love him and only him

KAFKA

TOTALLY THE JEALOUS TYPE

will deny it with all her heart, but the second that anyone approaches you with even the slightest un-platonic intentions she practically materializes at your side

will wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you in close before kissing your neck

"hello darling~ who are they? a friend?"

honestly not even trying to be subtle, but less rude than blade

she is hot and she knows it, once you both are alone she'll tease you mercilessly. she knows that your utterly devoted to her, the same way she is for you, but she cant help but be jealous sometimes, right?

she is not ashamed tbh

i feel like she would be petty ab it, she'd withhold her affection so your the one that has to come crawling to her

this leads to rough, rough sex

kafka is unrelenting, fucking you and making you cun again and again, each time asking you who you belong to and scratching deep marks down your back and chest with her nails

SHE WILL MAKE U WEAR HER COAT TOO

the thought of you bare beneath her in nothing but her favorite velvet coat, chained down and covered in hickeys is a regular fantasy of hers

overall, very possessive

if u make her jealous on purpose.... good luck because you will not be cumming for the next month

she wont even let you touch yourself, she'll laugh and mock you as you grind yourself against her thigh, begging for release...

Dan Heng IL

when dan hengs not in his dragon form, its nearly impossible to tell when hes jealous bc he just seems so calm all the time

but the second hes in his dragon form???? possessive as fuck. and its obvious. his tail is lashing through the air, his face is twisted in disgust (he looks so cute when hes angry), and hes practically growling at you as his tail wraps involuntarily around your legs

he'll come up and rest a hand on your shoulder, which seems like a normal gesture at first until you notice him death staring the person talking to you, his tail slashing through the air as hes practically growling for your attention

honestly it all boils down to dragon instincts

if its trailblazer dan heng, it would be a completely different story

hed prob just walk up to you and calmly ask who the person was, and would introduce himself as your boyfriend. if the person was especially persistent, he might ask you to come with him but will otherwise just stare at them ngl😭

when it comes to jealous sex with dan heng IL, PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE!!!

he gets jealous and possessive sooo easily, so the best thing to do is just rail him to high heavens to assure him that ur his and hes urs

could be either super soft or super rough sex

no in between

its either sensual, you whispering sweet nothings in his ear about how you only have eyes for him as he gently ruts into you, whimpering softly....

or you have him tied down, overstimulating him and railing him into oblivion as you fuck him dumb

Sampo Koski

he would act so lovey dovey in front of the person making him jealous that its almost disgusting

imagine that one couple who made out against the lockers in highschool and had wayyy too much pda except x10

will literally call you pookie snookums sugar bear honey pie while draping himself in your lap and kissing your whole face just to make the person leave

even if they werent flirting with you in the first place

i think he actually wouldnt get jealous super easily tbh he KNOWS hes hot

he will tease YOU tho

"aww, did you meet someone new? your gonna replace me already?"

NOT SUBTLE EITHER IM SO SORRY

"is your pal sampo already second best to this person? are you really gonna replace me?" *cue sly smirk*

after a while he begins to get needy for your attention and will start to get slightly irritating, poking you, saying your name and looking away when you turn to him, hugging you tightly, etc

eventually he'll DRAG you away, whining the whole time

when yall get home, PLEASE rail this man

he will be smirking the whole time, but the second you tug his hair and force him down onto the bed he is practically giggling

sampo will mark you up like CRAZY during jealous sex, he is like lowkey feral and is not afraid of letting everyone know ur his and hes urs

loud af- moans, whimpers, the whole agenda

afterwards, he will cuddle with you and practically crush you with his weight

hes just sillyyyy<3

Luocha

listen

if you manage to make this man jealous then you must be actually insane

hes like scary calm and reserved ab any situation like this, if someone is flirting with you he'll simply ask them to leave or just come up to you and silently kiss your cheek

hes pretty and hes honorable and he KNOWS it, he would never let jealousy cloud his sights and trusts you enough to know your loyal to him

hes utterly devoted to you and nothing can change that

however

on the off chance that he does get jealous

wowwo

ngl hed prob just confront you ab it to communicate with you ab how he feels, and just to reassure himself your not leaving

hed act like SUCH a gentleman out of pure anxiety for the next few days, he already does but now he wont even let you lift a finger. need to open a door? he materializes in front of you to open it. see something you want at a store? already bought. want food? already made.

when it comes to jealous sex, hed prob be rougher than usual but still romantic

hed be giving you hickeys and both praising and degrading you in missionary, ravishing you and bringing you to your peak again and again

he also wouldn't mind if you took control, and really enjoys words of affirmation both ways, especially you reassuring him that your his and hes yours<3

overall, very sweet and reasonable about the whole situation

IM WRITING AGAINNNNN EEEEE :D SEND IN HSR REQS PLSSSSSSS LUOCHA IS SO SILLY

[holllandtrash]

may the best man win | lando norris, pierre gasly

pairing: lando norris x reader, pierre gasly x reader part 7 (final part) to better left unsaid (the better series)

time passes, feelings changes and sometimes they grow stronger. do you attempt to return to the history you know, to what once made you feel comfortable? is it even possible for you to love again, but more importantly, are you ready to be loved?

word count: 6.6k tags: heartbreak lmao but its not all heartbreak, or is it idk all i know is im team max

Two Months Later

Pierre should have been ecstatic as he crossed the finish line in Abu Dhabi. It was his last lap, his last race of the year. He finished in the top ten in the driver standings, ahead of his team mate, which was something he should have been proud of, and he was. 

He was also proud of the fight he put in this season, especially when the points became close, specifically with Lando. The two of them spent the better part of these last two months battling it out for the same finishing positions.

But competition with the British driver had been tense ever since Monza. While it was unspoken, they both took their frustrations out on the track. Both of them blamed the other for why you weren’t there. 

Fans had picked up on it. Noticing that the two of them didn’t interact as much as they used to. There were no inside jokes shared in the paddock. They barely glanced at each other if they had press conferences lined up. There was a clear line drawn between them and that line was you. 

Pierre told himself that you were at home watching the races, that you were still cheering him on, but there was no way of telling if that was true or not.

He had thought about inviting you to the last race of the season, just out of kindness, but he didn’t want to push you further away. You needed time. 

So there was no one to congratulate him at the end of his last race. No one to drive back to the hotel with and reminisce about the season's highlights and no one to accompany him to the club where everyone was celebrating. It didn’t help that the girlfriends of other drivers were all there as well and Pierre just had to smile and greet them, pretending he wasn’t jealous even though all he wanted was you at his side.

Pierre stepped up to the bar. He’d be blind not to notice the tall blonde girl sitting on the stool wearing a tight black dress that made her legs look even longer. She eyed Pierre up as he approached, a coy smile on her face.

Pierre was polite, he smiled and nodded. She could have been a fan of motorsport for all he knew, he wasn’t going to be a prick. He rested his forearms against the surface of the bar and when the bartender approached, Pierre ordered a rum and coke. He didn’t need anything fancy tonight, he just wanted to get drunk.

The girl next to him adjusted herself on the seat, nearly slipping off. Pierre glanced in her direction, strictly out of concern, “You alright?”

She let out a breath of a chuckle, “Yeah, all good. Just-” she glanced around, but Pierre knew these tactics, he was familiar with them. “-just waiting for a friend, but I think I may have been ditched.”

Pierre hummed, turning his attention to the bar again, tapping his fingers against the counter as he waited. It was rum and coke. How long did it take? 

He froze when he felt a freshly manicured hand rest on his arm. He glanced at the contact, trying not to let the distaste show, but why was this girl touching him? 

Since you left him in Monza, Pierre hadn’t even bothered looking at another girl. He’d go out with his friends and other drivers, but he’d always end up back at his hotel room alone. He no longer cared about the chase, he didn’t care about getting in a quick fuck.

If he was being honest, there were dozens of nights where Pierre hovered his thumb over your contact name, debating calling you after a long day. He wanted to hear your voice, even if it was just for a second, even if you didn’t answer and he was left with your voicemail, he just wanted to hear you. 

But he never called. He didn’t text. Didn’t even like any of your photos on instagram, giving you the space that he knew you needed. Granted, you made it clear it was Lando you were trying to distance yourself from, but Pierre knew that trying to interfere while you were in the process of moving on wouldn’t be beneficial. 

So he waited, in the hopes that you would call. Or text. Or like one of his fucking tweets, literally anything. Anything to show that you still cared. That you weren’t done because he certainly wasn’t. 

No one compared to you, and Pierre had known that for a while, long before that night in the club. 

Ever since Lando joined F1 and you showed up at his side, Pierre took an interest in you. In the beginning, he didn’t know what sort of relationship you and Lando had, so he kept things respectful so as to not cross a line. 

But he could hear your laugh from halfway across the paddock and instantly recognize it. Your smile lit up whatever room you walked into and it wasn’t long before Pierre came to realise that he wanted to be the reason for it. 

So he tried talking to you, but at that point, he already had a reputation. You were polite, sure, but you didn’t give him the time of day that he wanted and your attention always went back to Lando.

Pierre noticed it pretty quickly, how in love with him you were. He could never figure out why, he still couldn’t. You deserved someone better than Lando, someone who put you first in their life. 

And even when you started to see that someone else could love you, that Pierre could possibly love you, you still went back to Lando.

Pierre should have accepted this as something that would always happen. He should have gotten over you and flirted with the girl next to him in an attempt to forget you ever existed. 

But that just wasn’t possible. You had made too much of an impact on his life and left too large of a gap when you left.

“You seem lovely, but I’m really not looking for anything,” Pierre let this girl down gently, slowly peeling her fingers off of his arm. He turned his head forward before she could say anything else and it was only a second later when she hopped off the seat and walked away.

The bartender came and placed the drink in front of him, apologising for the wait. Pierre brushed it off, it was a busy night in this club. He reached for his wallet to pull out his card and start a tab, knowing he’d be here for the next little while.

But the bartender shook his head. He wasn’t about to take the payment. 

Pierre chalked it up to him being recognized. Not that it happened often, but every now and then he’d get a meal comped or his drinks paid for if the employee or manager of the establishment was a fan. 

“Thanks mate,” Pierre put his wallet away and grabbed the rum and coke. 

The bartender only nodded his head towards the opposite end of the bar, “Don’t thank me. Thank her.”

Pierre’s smile dropped. If it was that blonde girl again trying another move he would feel bad because he’d just have to let her down a second time. Pierre took a sip of his drink before working up the courage to look towards the end of the bar. 

But that blonde girl wasn’t there. In fact, no one on that side was even remotely paying him attention, all focused on their own drinks and conversations or trying to shout their orders to the bartenders. 

Pierre didn’t let himself think too much about it.

Until he felt a tap on the back of his shoulder.

He sighed, “I already said I’m not looking for anything.”

Pierre turned around, fully expecting to come face to face with the girl from earlier. He was bracing himself for the tight dress, shy smile and long blonde hair. 

What he didn’t expect was you. 

Standing there wearing a baby pink long sleeve shirt with a neckline that showed off more cleavage than normal and a white skirt that sat high on your hips, giving you a very barbie-esque sort of feel, especially with the coloured heels to match. The lights from the club were flickering, highlighting the features that Pierre had burned into his mind. Your full lips, the small birthmarks you tried to hide with make up and your eyes that weren’t as important in colour as they were in the way that completely absorbed him. 

You were standing right in front of him. 

You glanced at the rum in coke in his hand, that familiar charming smile appearing on your lips as you darted your line of sight upwards to meet his own eyes.

“I owed you a drink,” you said, then you swallowed, eyebrows pinched together. “Or maybe I just owed you a thank you, I couldn’t remember.”

It was a cute call back to that night in the club, the first time you had given him more than just a friendly smile. He charmed his way in that night, and the rejection from Lando made it all the much easier to agree to leave with him, but you were thankful the night didn’t end with the two of you tangled between the sheets.

A relationship started that night. It started the second Pierre bought the drink for you, knowing he’d have an excuse to approach you later. Neither of you could have predicted how the next few weeks would follow.

Now here you were, after avoiding him for two months. And Pierre wasn’t one who often found himself speechless, but there were no words in any language that could describe how he was feeling. 

He wanted to be happy to see you. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around and kiss you like no one was watching. 

But the fact that you were in Abu Dhabi and he wasn’t the one who invited you, the door creaked opened for more insecurities to slide in.

If you weren’t there because of Pierre, you were there because of Lando.

Two Weeks Earlier

You flipped through a manila folder, slowly spinning back and forth in your chair. Recently you’ve been dedicating more time to your job and it was a helpful distraction. Most of your coworkers knew you had connections in the F1 world, but none of them knew what was going on behind the scenes. 

And because this motorsport series was so popular, you found yourself walking in on various conversations. Someone asked for your input on the Circuit of the Americas and you said about five words before changing the topic. Someone else asked what your thoughts were on the unexpected Alpine podium and you just shrugged and smiled, saying something along the lines of it was well deserved. When another coworker asked about an incident Lando faced during the qualifying session in Mexico, you said that it probably wouldn’t affect his race and then you pulled out your phone to tune out the rest of what was being said.

You couldn’t escape these drivers, you couldn’t run from this sport. The most you could do was at least try and avoid the conversations about them.

But when your coworker, Sam, walked by your desk at the end of a work day, he did a double take and knocked on your cubicle wall.

“Hi,” you glanced up from the documents in your hand. “Heading out?”

“Yeah, but I meant to ask-” Sam looked over your head at the row of windows on the opposite side of your work station. “Since when does Lando Norris let you borrow his cars?”

You scoffed, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“There’s a McLaren 720S outside,” Sam pointed out. “Isn’t that what he drives?”

“I don’t know what Lando drives but I can assure you, that man wouldn’t let me behind the wheel of any of his cars,” you spun to face your computer, wanting this conversation to be over. You wished no one knew you were friends with him. 

Sam didn’t leave though. Instead, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. You could hear the keyboard sound effects as he furiously typed away before shoving his phone in your face. It took you a second to understand what you were looking at, but on the small screen was an image of Lando next to a blue McLaren 720s, a huge smile on his face.

“What am I supposed to do with this information?” you looked up at Sam.

“It’s the exact same car that’s outside.”

“Well I didn’t drive it.”

Sam’s eyes widened, “Is he here? Is he picking you up from work? Do you think I could-”

“Okay slow down,” you laughed, trying to make light of this situation but internally you were panicking. Was Lando here? In London? “I’m sure he’s not the only one who owns-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence. Not when the man of the hour himself came walking around the corner, being escorted by two other employees who were undoubtedly fans. Why else would they have let him into the employees only area? Lando wore a baggy jumper, his hands tucked into his pockets as he looked around with wide eyes until he finally spotted you. 

Sam’s jaw dropped and you understood why. You never tried to hide your friendship with the driver, but him showing up at your place of work was not something that ever happened. And you couldn’t understand why it was happening now. 

Lando’s feet shuffled against the floor. He thanked the two employees for showing them where you sat, but they didn’t return to their work, they just hovered a few feet away, curiosity getting the better of them. 

He nodded at Sam, offering him a smile as well and when Sam glanced your way you nodded your head for him to get the hint, hoping he’d give you at least a bit of privacy. Sam cleared his throat, still starstruck, but he walked away, joining the other employees who stood near the corner.

Lando stepped into your cubicle and leaned against the desk. You weren’t a fan of the height difference and you didn’t want to feel as though he was talking down to you, so you stood up from your chair. You leaned against the wall opposite of him, making sure to keep as much room between you as possible.

“This part of the gallery usually isn’t open to visitors,” you pointed out, not even bothering with an actual greeting. You didn’t like that he used his status to enter this side of the building. 

“Look I said I was fine waiting for you to get off work and they just-” Lando glanced over his shoulder and at once, the three coworkers of yours all scurried off in their own directions. Lando sighed and looked at you again, “I needed to talk to you.”

It had been just over two months since you last spoke. Since you left Monza without giving him an explanation. Since you stood in his driver's room and said ‘this ends here’. You were firm with that statement. 

Lando respected that, for the most part. He gave you space. He didn’t call or text, even though Max told you that there were a handful of times when he almost did and he had to physically force the phone out of Lando’s hands. 

But he should have waited until you decided you were ready to reach out again. He had no reason for showing up at your place of work. 

Now that he was here, you felt so unprepared. You didn’t know what to say to him, you didn’t know what he was going to say. Usually you worked your way up to any difficult conversations but Lando showing up out of the blue completely blindsided you. 

I needed to talk to you, he said. You hated that. The word need. Lando always needed something from you. He took so much. Your energy, your time, your love, and never gave any of it back and you put up with it for way too long. He didn’t have the right to need anything from you anymore. 

“This couldn’t have waited?” You asked, gesturing to the work space around you. “Better yet, you couldn’t have waited until I wanted to talk?”

“No, because I was starting to get the feeling that time would never come.”

 “So instead of respecting the space I asked for, you decided that what you wanted took priority?” You crossed your arms over your chest, “Do you sort of see how that’s not fair? How it’s selfish? Or have you just not learned anything in my absence?”

“I learned you don’t need me,” he shrugged his shoulders, as if that conclusion was one he could just brush off, like it still hasn’t fully resonated with him.

But it was a true statement. Your silence said it all.

Lando nodded slowly, “So you don’t- you don’t miss me at all?”

That’s where you still conflicted.

You did miss Lando, there was no denying that. He was your best friend, you shared hundreds of memories with him and it did feel like something was missing in your life these last few months. 

But you needed him gone to get over him.

Being in love with him took so much out of you. Knowing that he didn’t, and never would, love you back was something you needed to accept and grow from. Taking this step back, you realised just how much of yourself you dedicated to Lando and to his life. 

So you kept taking those steps back until he was no longer within reach. You needed to keep putting the distance between yourself and him. You needed to be your own person. You couldn’t just be Lando’s best friend anymore. As much as he wanted that, it wasn’t doing you any favours.

“Of course I missed you,” you dropped your head, jaw tightening for a second. “But I don’t love you anymore, Lando.”

Again, Lando nodded. If you were looking up, you would have seen the way his features softened, making him look so much younger than he actually was. He always had a boyish charm to him and when he was hurt or unsettled, those young mannerisms in him jumped out.

“Sort of feels like a break up,” Lando forced a smile on his face, as if it made this any easier.

But he was right. This was, in a sense, your relationship coming to an end. There was a dull ache in your chest as it hit, but deep down you had known this was coming for a while. The conversation, the confrontation and eventually, the conclusion. 

You once loved Lando. How could you not? 

You once loved everything about him. From his different types of laughs to the way you could tell his smiles apart better than he could. You supported him for years, you were his rock and one point, you thought that he was yours. 

But he was a crutch. Something you could learn to live without. Something you didn’t need, but was too scared to give up.

He would always be someone you cared about, but his place in your life meant something different now. More importantly, you took away his ability to crush your heart in his hands without so much as a second thought. 

You both noticed a few employees sliding on their jackets and heading for the door. Lando ran a hand through his hair before glancing at his watch, “Did you want a ride home?”

“No, I’m meeting a friend for dinner,” you denied his offer, but you noticed the way his eyebrows momentarily raised. You rolled your eyes, “It’s not a date if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“No I-” Lando stammered over his words. “I mean, it’s natural to be curious. But you’re allowed- obviously you can date whoever-”

“Lando,” you cut him off before he could say something stupid. He instantly closed his mouth and let you speak. “I’m going to walk you out, okay?”

And that was that. You grabbed your jacket and turned off your monitor. Lando grabbed your bag for you and waited until your coat was on before handing it over. The two of you walked side by side towards the doors of the gallery, elbows brushing occasionally. 

As you stepped outside, you were thankful that the silence wasn’t heavy. There was nothing left for you to say and Lando knew he couldn’t change your mind. Your friendship, while not completely destroyed, was certainly tainted. The space between you might become less distant over time, but it was permanent. 

You could still watch the races and support him, but on your own accord, the way you decided to. There would be no more McLaren paddock passes. There would be no more hanging out in his motorhome, you would just be a friend who could cheer him on from afar. 

Sure enough, Lando’s McLaren was parked outside. You walked with him towards the driver's side door, but you weren’t surprised in the slightest when he made no effort to get in or say goodbye.

He inhaled a heavy breath and you just knew whatever words were to follow weren’t going to be good.

“What if things were different?”

You had spent so much wondering about the what if’s that hearing Lando ask it now was almost humorous. 

“That’s a dangerous game, Lando.”

He leaned against the side of his car, “What is?”

“Asking what if.” 

Lando chuckled, dipping his head momentarily. “It’s a genuine question, though. What if things were different?”

“But they’re not,” that was all you could say. It was the truth you accepted and now it was his turn to accept it as well. “Things will never be different. You don’t love me, you never loved me and that’s all I wanted from you. I can’t hold that against you and in return I need you to be okay with me taking a step back from your life.”

There were so many thoughts travelling behind those bright eyes of his, you could tell he was trying to figure out which one to land on. 

You made it easier for him, “Why did you come here?”

That seemed to catch him off guard, “What do you mean?”

“Well I know you didn’t come here to ask me what if things were different so why are you here? I mean, you have two races left. You’ve gone this far without me. If you’re trying to pull some sort of grand gesture, could you not have at least waited until the end of the season?”

Lando hesitated before answering you, thinking of the right words first before just opening his mouth, “I won’t lie, Y/N, I wanted to see how you were doing. I think part of me expected you to come back or reach out and when you didn’t-” he shrugged, he always shrugged. “I just wanted to check in. No grand gesture, don’t worry. I know where you stand, but I’m allowed to still care about you.”

A gust of wind hit your back, blowing a few strands of hair in front of your face. It was early November, not an ideal time of the year to be standing outside and having a conversation, but this might be the last opportunity you two had to air things out. 

So you sucked it up and dealt with the cold, shoving your hands in your pockets and watching as Lando licked his lips. He also avoided your eye contact, something he only did when he was nervous.

“I also want to apologise.”

Your eyebrow twitched, “For what?” 

This man definitely owed you a few apologies, but you didn’t know what was going to come out of his mouth next.

“Everything, really,” Lando laughed softly and it almost made you smile in response. You were only human, you could miss his laugh. 

You nudged your foot against his, “I’m going to need a little more than that.”

He finally looked at you. There was a time when his grey eyes would have floored you, but not anymore. You were still standing.

“Everything,” Lando repeated, quieter this time. “For taking you for granted. Your friendship, your support, everything you gave me. For not appreciating you how I should have. For leading you on. For getting in the way of you and Pierre. For not loving you the way you wanted me to- I could go on, Y/N, but I need you to know I’m truly sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed.”

Maybe he did learn something in your absence. 

You didn’t know what to say. There were no words that could show your appreciation for his growth, for his ability to take responsibility and acknowledge what went wrong.

So instead of trying to rely on words, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Lando hesitated, unsure if he was even allowed to hug you back before slowly raising his arms and snaking them around your waist. 

He knew this would be the last time he’d get to hold you like this. 

You knew this would be the last time you’d ever allow yourself to be this close to him.

So there was no hurry to pull away. You could feel Lando’s heartbeat against his chest, his body heat pulling you in like a moth to a flame, his heavy breath as his face dipped right next to yours. 

You held each other for a minute, maybe two. No more words were exchanged, but you and Lando had a bond that couldn't be described by anything the English dictionary had to offer.

Even in these uncertain times, you could count on his embrace to make the world around you freeze. You both had your own problems, your own reasons for needing space from each other but in his arms, they didn’t matter. You felt safe, comforted, this was the Lando that you had loved and it was hard to believe you weren’t going to have this anymore.

And then it was like Lando knew he had to be the one to let go. He had to be the one to release you, to stop giving you a reason to hold on. 

He dropped his arms, both of you deciding not to speak about how painful this was, but your staggered inhale of a breath said it all. The way he sniffed and rubbed the back of his neck told you that this wasn’t any easier for him than it was for you.

For a brief second, you were almost crazy enough to apologise. It always hurt you to see Lando struggling, but your absence was something he was going to have to learn to live with. You didn’t need to apologise for it, for trying to better yourself.

“There is, actually, one more thing,” Lando suddenly said, reaching for the handle of the door, propping it open. You watched as the door to his luxury car swung upwards instead of out as Lando reached inside and grabbed an envelope. When he turned back around and handed it over, it was impossible to tell what it was.

Lando didn’t say anything as you opened it. His lips curled upwards when the realisation of what was inside slowly hit you. 

“A Paddock pass,” you swallowed, recognising the lanyard. 

“And plane tickets,” he added. “And a hotel booking. For Abu Dhabi.”

“The last race.”

“You should be there,” he said, taking in a sharp breath. His shoulders tensed, like he was suddenly debating if this was the best idea.

“Lando I can’t hang out in McLaren,” you sighed, wondering if the last five minutes of your conversation had already escaped him.

“No, you should be there for you,” Lando clarified. “You love the sport, Y/N, you’ve always attended the last race of the season. That shouldn’t change.”

You pulled the pass out of the envelope and twirled it around your fingers. The bright font of Abu Dhabi Grand Prix stood out along the black and you had to admit, it was a kind gesture, a selfless one for a change.

“You should be there,” Lando repeated. “And I’m not the only one who thinks that.”

Your eyebrows pinched together as you looked up at him again, dropping the pass into the envelope. “What do you mean?”

This man actually had the audacity to look at you like you were stupid.

“Oh come on Y/N,” a chuckle passed through his lips. “Pierre?” 

You hesitated, “What about him?”

“He wants you there.”

“We haven’t spoken in weeks.”

“He still wants you there.” Lando shook his head, putting a stop to your doubts before they could creep up. “He’s just got more restraint than me and isn’t about to reach out or make you feel like you have to be there.” 

You shrugged your shoulders. There was no question about it, you missed Pierre, but you were the one who ended things with him. You weren’t sure if you had the right to go back to him now and ask for a fresh start.

“Think about it, okay?” Lando extended his hand to give your arm an encouraging pat. He then made the move to get into his car and you took a step back to give him space. His eyes raked over you once more, probably wondering if this was the last time he would see you in the next little while, but he didn’t comment on it. He chose not to acknowledge it either, instead saying a quiet, “See you later,” and hoping those words would come true.

You had a few weeks to decide if you wanted to attend the last race of the season. You wanted to be strong and stay home. You nearly ripped the tickets up at one point, thinking it would make the decision easier, but everything was digital nowadays so it wasn't like that gesture mattered. 

You wanted to watch the race. You wanted to cheer on your favourite drivers. You wanted to see Pierre. 

And eventually it was your desire for all of those things that overpowered the distance you knew was better for you. 

So you found yourself in Abu Dhabi that last weekend in November. You walked into the paddock when you knew the drivers would be busy with their teams and headed straight for the Paddock Club, choosing to watch the race from there. You kept your sunglasses on and made yourself as unapproachable as possible as you silently watched and rooted for the French driver. 

When word got out of a few drivers heading to a specific nightclub, you knew that would be your chance to talk to Pierre. After the race and before he got drunk. 

You weren’t even sure what you were going to say. Lando said he would want you to be there, but you still had your fears. You had called things off and there was no guarantee that he would want to pick things back up, that he would be so open to letting you back into his life. 

When he ordered a drink, you saw it as an opportunity. When the bartender was near you, you quickly paid for Pierre’s rum and coke. He didn’t question it and neither did Pierre. 

You walked around the side of the bartop, behind all of the other patrons and watched as Pierre tried to look for who had paid for his drink. You thought about saying his name to get his attention, you even thought about just walking away because was this really a good idea? But when his back was towards you, something in you pulled you forward, just enough so you could tap on his shoulder. 

He turned around, wearing an expression you couldn't quite read. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“I owed you a drink,” you blurted out, thinking of the first night you finally decided to give him more than thirty seconds of your time. 

Pierre had approached you in the bar and bought your drink, telling him that you could thank him later. His words were laced with dirty intent, and while you were nowhere near as charming as Pierre was, you still tried. 

 “Or maybe I just owed you a thank you, I couldn’t remember,” you quickly added. 

Pierre was silent for a few seconds, mouth slightly agape. He certainly hadn’t expected you to show up and now he was speechless. There had been hundreds of things he wanted to say to you over the course of the last few weeks but for the life of him, none of them came to mind.

You had no choice but to take control of the conversation for a change, “It was a good race. Good job. A top ten finish, and you beat the McLarens that must-

“You watched?” Pierre asked. He hadn’t meant to cut you off but he was still trying to process that you were actually right there and now to find out you were also in the audience watching? He was about to implode. 

“Of course,” you nodded. Someone tried to step past you so you moved closer to Pierre to make room. And it was like nothing had changed, Pierre raised his hand to rest on your waist, automatically feeling that urge to reach for you, to be touching you. 

He quickly put the drink down on the bartop, he had no desire for it anymore. The absolute last thing he wanted to do right now was get drunk. 

With his other hand free, Pierre raised it to cup the side of your face. He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb tracing over your cheek. You were really there. 

“Chérie,” he spoke so quietly, his voice almost drowned out by the music playing from the speakers around you. But you watched his lips as he spoke, taking in every word, every breath. “You don’t know how bad I missed you.”

That was a weight lifted off your shoulders. Lando was right, Pierre did want you there. 

And you could have said you missed him too. You could have laughed it off and teased him for it. You could have rolled your eyes, something he was all too familiar with seeing. 

But instead of doing any of that, you grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt and closed the last bit of space between you. You kissed him like you were making up for lost time, you basically were. Pierre’s hand slid to rest where your neck met your jaw and there was a desire to rush, to taste every bit of his tongue against yours, to let him intoxicate all of your senses, but Pierre’s moves were slow. He wanted to take his time, relish in this moment and to keep you in his grasp for as long as he could, until you were both desperate for a breath.

Pierre pressed another kiss to your lips, and then another, and another and then to your cheeks and your forehead and every visible spot on your face that he thought needed some attention. You giggled like a schoolgirl as his arm slipped around your neck, pulling you tight into his chest to hold you, hug you, feel you in his arms. 

“I missed you,” Pierre said again, still quiet but there was no underlying ache in his tone. He missed you, but he didn’t have to anymore. You weren’t going anywhere. 

Neither of you cared that you were sharing this embrace in the middle of the club, but other people certainly didn’t like it. When someone made a playful 'get a room' comment, Pierre laughed into your ear. God you never wanted to go two months without hearing his laughter ever again. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Pierre suggested, placing his forefinger under your chin to tilt your face up. He kissed you again, his hand slipping into yours before turning around, his eyes set on the door. You happily followed.

The club was crowded. You recognized a few paddock employees and members from various teams and of course the drivers who were out partying, but everyone was in their own little world as the two of you walked past.

Well…

Not everyone.

It happened so fast. You turned your head at the right second and caught Lando’s eyes from where he sat in a booth. Not only was he watching you, he was watching you leave with Pierre. 

Someone walked in front of you, cutting off your line of sight for a brief moment. You felt Pierre’s grip on your hand tighten. Looking up, and saw that Pierre was staring straight ahead. If he noticed Lando, he didn’t hint towards it. 

Glancing back at Lando one last time, you watched as he lifted the drink in his hand and nodded once, a toast-like gesture, but in this case it was so much more than a little congratulatory one-sided cheers. 

He released his final hold over you. There were no more strings tying you to Lando. He wasn’t going to get in between you and Pierre. He was going to let you be happy with the French driver. 

Lando would still continue to want what was best for you, but that wasn’t him anymore. That was Pierre.

So he watched as a sliver of a smile appeared on your lips, so quick he almost missed it, before following Pierre outside. You were gone.

Feeling a nudge on his arm, Lando turned his head and met the concerned eyes of Max. Max, someone who had been a witness to everything these last few months, was definitely happy to see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

“You alright?” Max asked him and Lando just nodded, glancing at the spot you just abandoned. 

“Yeah,” he didn’t sound very convincing, but Max knew that eventually he’d say it and mean it. 

He brought his drink up to his lips, “I guess the best man won.” 

Lando rolled his eyes, shoving Max with his elbow. Not hard enough to hurt him but enough that he spilled his beer over the front of his shirt.

“It was never a competition you numbskull.”

Max plastered his best dumbfounded look on his face, “Oh, you mean Y/N? I’m not talking about her. I’m talking about the driver standings.”

Lando snorted, knowing that Max was most definitely not talking about the driver standings, but it was a good retort to fall back on. Pierre had beat him in the last two races, putting him ahead of the two McLaren drivers in the championship. 

Lando put up a good fight throughout the season but towards the end he managed to come to the realisation that no matter what, he wouldn’t pull ahead. Beating Pierre wasn’t in his cards. 

Neither was keeping you.

But not all hope was lost. Lando would fight even harder next year. This year’s competition made him a better driver. And motorsport aside, he knew he’d still see you around. At a distance, only in passing, and most likely with Pierre, but you’d be there. 

Losing you forced him to grow up. He had no choice but to better himself, and he would. 

The what if’s would continue to haunt him, they would haunt all of you. The ghosts of what could have been. The paths you never took. What if Pierre hadn’t hit on you that night in the club? What if Lando spoke to you the morning after? What if you spent the summer break alone? What if what if what if. 

The thing was, though, none of it mattered.

You were happy. Lando would learn to live without you. Pierre played the long game and it worked out in his favour. The lingering questions didn’t matter. The only thing left to do was look ahead. The past held nothing, whereas your future, all of your futures, were brighter and better than they had ever been before. 

why am i crying lmao

and with that, the better series comes to an end :') thank you everyone for reading and for sharing your thoughts and being so invested in their silly little lives.

i will most definitely be writing another mini series, and if you have ideas or see something on my prompt list, pls send me a request here! i can't promise it'll turn into a 7-part fic but i do love getting requests and who knows?? maybe i'll write a lando fic and turn u all back into lando girlies??

love u all so much and for the record, i was always team pierre

[the-s1lly-corner]

Prompts 1, 2, 8, and 10 with Brahms

And with most of the prompts done with Jason, at least with the current list, its time to move on to the next slasher.. need to rewatch the boy. Loved the first movie, second movie almost killed my joy for it. Idk what it was I just. Did not like the 2nd movie

MUTUAL PINING

ONE BED TROPE

Crawls into bed with you, very casually. He might ask first, if hes feeling polite.. but most of the time he doesnt. Expects cuddles, so you better at least snuggle into his back. Warm, very warm. Hairy, though, so a little itchy. Is not a morning person, will try to keep you in bed for as long as possible until finally letting you get a start on your chores for the day. If you let him sleep with you once it quickly turns into him sleeping with you a few times a week

SICK

He is sooo.... needy when hes sick. More so than he already is, hes going to be stuck in bed. It's going to take some convincing to get him to stay in one of the beds inside the house instead of staying his in his "bedroom"... just for easier access to him. Constantly asks for you to come see him because hes bored and just wants a distraction from the terrible pressure in his sinuses. Reluctant to let you go out to town to pick up medicine and soup, but ultimately let's you go because the discomfort is just so much. Gets genuinely upset when the things you get him dont immediately help relieve his symptoms.. HAAAAATES when one side of his nose is stuffy and the other isnt. Terrible sensory feeling, I'll tell you that. Even worse if it happens to your ears

You both have crushes on each other! Brahms probably already knows, if you've written it down somewhere in a journal. Hes either snooped or watched you write it. Does that still count as snooping..? He lets the fact that you like him back get to his head, prompting him to tease you a little more and be more bold just to get a reaction out of you and make you spend even more time with him, or just to see you turn red. You notice that behavior, he wants your attention more than ever now and even slinks out of the walls to spend time with you.. and oddly enough he seems jealous of the doll, sometimes putting it to the side so he can be the one taken care of

SHARING CLOTHES

He steals your clothes literally all of the time. It doesn't matter that he very likely can't fit into him (hes a pretty big dude! The actor is 6'3!) He just likes having your stuff around in his space because it brings him comfort. Just.. try not to get mad, it's only going to either make him double down or give you the cold shoulder.. on a similar note hes probably going to steal your body sprays, either snagging a few sprays for himself or taking the entire bottle

[magicxc]

Toxic Traits

Pairings: Survey Corps x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1280

Warnings: none

A/N: I love a lil toxicity lol. This is the variety I was talking about earlier. From the mundane to the sexy and even the toxic. Everyone has their flaws, now let's explore what I think theirs is in a relationship. Tell me which trait you think matches their character the best. 

Its as the name suggests - toxic. No physical abuse or sexual deviance of the sort, but do proceed with caution or not at all if toxic-type themes aren’t your cup of tea.

Lastly, do note that I have a habit of modernizing these characters while keeping their stories true at its core lol. So if you see me mention trauma from titans and a range rover in the same sentence, just mind ya business.

Headcannons Masterlist

Eren - Jealous

You never knew what kind of day you were gonna get with Eren. Sometimes it’d be the best day ever and other times it’d be the worst. You make eye contact with some random man for a second too long? Clearly you want him. You’re paying for something and the hand of the cashier slides against yours during the transaction? Thats basically cheating because now you’ve hand fucked a stranger. You give a full frontal hug and not the, more appropriate, side hug to one of your male friends? You two must be fucking each other. As intense as Eren can be, you found that the pendulum swung both ways. He’d get down on his knees and worship the rain for nourishing the grass that you walked on should you ask for it, so it was hard to walk away when he got into his little fits. It was like a see-saw of emotions being in this relationship, the highs feeling ethereal and the lows leaving you distraught. You often wondered why you allowed Eren to get away with such behavior.

Levi - Possessive

It was like a double edged sword with this man. He was all for showing you off until someone's eyes wandered just a little too long, now he’s shoving his tongue to the deepest parts of your throat until they get the message. One time Connie complimented the shirt you were wearing which happened to be a low cut and exposed your chest; and Levi’s immediate response was to litter your skin in love bites. Anything to get the message across and let others know that you were a claimed woman. Cause Levi isn’t too much for the long talking and he would hate to see push come to shove for whichever poor bastard couldn't get the message. While you adored how much he loved you, being with him definitely got a little exhausting from time to time.

Erwin - Controlling

He’s a commander so he’s used to people following his orders without question. And while he isn’t always unreasonable, Erwin does expect you to take into consideration his every suggestion, and by consideration, he means do it. It can be as simple as styling your hair, cooking a certain meal, or saving your more risqué outfits for when he accompanies you. Though he phrases his demands politely you can't help but feel a little confused after every encounter; wondering how he’d talk you down on something you were so headstrong about. Thankfully he didn't ask for such outrageous requests, and you’ve since learned not to question it; for the last time you found yourself with a sore ass.

Connie - Petty/Blackmail 

Slippery slope this one. Pissed him off? Well now he’s taking the things you didnt realise were gone until you needed them. Shoelaces out of all the shoes, backs to your earrings, lightbulbs from each room. Not in the mood for sex? He may as well go get it elsewhere. You finally build up the courage to walk away from him. Well now your boss is about to find out exactly what that mouth do. Connie himself is unsure if he’d ever follow through with his more extreme threats since it always works out in the end. I guess it’s really only one way to find out and thankfully you’ve never been stupid enough to try it.

Jean - Obsessive

Jean doesn’t have a whole lotta chances at true love lowkey. First real crush paid him dust. His bestie died during training. And his other bestie died during a mission. Considering he’s one of the few people with the least traumatic childhood, I think he loses his shit at the idea of letting love slip away, because everyone somehow always ends up leaving him. Therefore he needs to know your every move, your daily routines, hours spent on a typical girls night out, mileage it takes to make sure that you’re going exactly where you said you were. You couldn’t sneeze without running it past Jean first. But life sure is easier now that he’s got a tracker on both your phone and car. It would raise the tension if you were to find out, he thinks, but what could you do about it really? 

Onyankopon - Arrogance. 

Mans can literally never be wrong and it’s super frustrating. It's like talking to a brick wall. He’s entertaining some girl who’s clearly flirting with him and suddenly you don’t know the meaning of friendship. You wanted pasta for dinner? Well he’s cooking soup because it’s heartier. You’re in the middle of an argument yet he’s only focusing on the minor details that are wrong in the story as opposed to the bigger picture overall. But it’s okay, cause he doesn’t mind working through these little hiccups with you. After all, where else would you go? Who else would love on you the way he does? Put up with your constant nagging? Only he would.

Reiner - Yandere

Not only was he never supposed to find love, but the idea of him finally finding it and almost losing it? Let's just say it doesn’t end too well for your dating prospects; and after a while Reiner makes it clear that it can end just as bad for you. Reiner is a sweetie pie and a devout lover when things are going great. But sometimes he gets to be a bit overbearing, and what was supposed to be a break between the both of you turned into him breaking some bones. The same ones that your friend dared try to comfort you with. Since then, the relationship has been as steady as it can be and you’ve been getting nothing but queen treatment, but at what cost?!

Armin - Dishonesty/Isolation Not a trait that raises too many red flags, until it does. Armin loves being around you. He considers you his best friend and has no qualms about you both spending literally 24/7 wrapped in each other’s arms. Though your friends were happy for you guys at first, it did raise a few eyebrows down the line. You both had gone from sharing similar interests to sharing an identical lifestyle. The same job, the same apartment, and the same friends all seemed to merge into one. But how could Armin help it when you were…well you. So what if a few phone calls from your homegirls to hang out went ignored or a few check in text messages from your family got deleted? Armin would claim to never know, see, or hear such a thing; and it’s usually the story he stuck to. But should you ever question him further, he’d find a way to put your mouth to better use, dick stuffed so far back until you forgot what had you so upset with him in the first place.

Floch - Manipulation 

Any time you get mad at him, he becomes the king of gaslightery. Floch went all day without sending so much as a text message? Well he worked a double to put food on the table. Valentine's day passed and he didn't get you any flowers? He doesn’t need a holiday to show you how much he loves you. You want to wait a while before tying the knot? Now you're using him for all he's got and wasting his time. Very rarely did Floch get nasty in his insults or the manner in which he manipulated you. In fact, they were always followed by a soft voice, gentle touches, and a redeeming act. So how could you stay mad at him when he was truly trying his best to build a great lifestyle for you both. 

[dat-town]

falling for you

never seen circus masterpost

Characters: trapeze artist!Serim & female reader

Setting & genre: magical realism au, circus au

Summary: You place your life into Serim’s hands day after day, yet you can’t help but fear that one day he will let you go.

Warnings: general creepiness of an eerie circus, ambiguous ending, emotional manipulation (not between the main characters), mentions of vomiting, unrequited love

Words: 1.4k

@restlessmaknae i can't believe you guessed him

Sometimes it felt like you could fly.

Weightless. Free. Extraordinary.

Even if just for a few seconds.

And then gravity took a hold of you again, pulling you down with its magnetic field and you were falling, falling, falling… until Serim caught you.

The boy with the sweetest of smiles, twinkling chocolate eyes and wide shoulders you could always lean on. He was the best partner you could ever wish for: trustworthy, reliable, considerate and strong enough to hold up both your weights on a single trapeze when it was needed.

No wonder he caught someone else’s eyes too.

It was subtle at first, this one girl always lingering around after the Friday performances, hoping to catch the sight of Serim and tell him how much she admired him. You didn’t think anything ill of it in the beginning, it was innocent and cute and truthfully, your partner deserved every compliment he could get because he really was an amazing trapeze artist. Not to mention, it’s not like you had the right to be jealous. Despite the deep bond of trust you shared, Serim and you were just co-workers, nothing more, nothing less. Your foolish feelings for him were completely one-sided.

So you stayed quiet, only watching from the sidelines with this itchy, uncomfortable feeling bubbling under your skin as this girl approached the boy. At first you thought that he was just being polite, that he didn’t want to hurt this girl’s feelings by rejecting her but then you started wondering whether he really liked her and once you started, you couldn’t stop.

“Want some?” Serim sat down next to you with a relieved sigh, offering you a box of what looked like homemade chocolate cookies. It was the pink sprinkle on top that made you wary.

“What’s this?” You frowned at him, eyeing the dessert suspiciously but the boy seemed unaware of your feelings as he had been already happily munching on a piece of cookie.

“A gift from a fan,” he shrugged and nudged your arm with the box playfully. It wasn’t the movement but his words that made you alarmed.

“You shouldn’t just accept everything you are given, it could be dangerous,” you scolded the boy, trying to cover your jealousy with worry but the boy just ruffled your hair with a happy-go-around smile.

“Come on, relax. Clarisse is the circus healer’s daughter, what harm could possibly come my way?” He reassured you but your body stiffened under his familiar touch despite how used you were to his closeness after the years of routines.

Clarisse now, huh? What’s next, girlfriend?

You rolled your eyes when the boy didn’t take his intense gaze off you and eventually took a cookie from the box he so happily devoured just to shut him up. Tentatively, you took a bite, grimacing at the too sweet taste but even that was worth it to see Serim’s smile and you went along with it, listening to him tell you about this new routine he was thinking of for your next big performance. With your bare shoulders touching, talking about something you both were enthusiastic about almost made you forget about Clarisse.

Just almost because later that night you woke up with nausea and rushing to the bathroom, you coughed up the remains of her homemade cookies. You heaved heavily as you held your weight over the toilet, the pink sprinkles more vivid than ever against the white ceramic. You flushed it all down and washed your mouth, the feeling of uneasiness slowly settling down.

You didn’t sleep well after that and the next day you wanted to hurry and ask Serim before your practice whether he was okay or he got sick too but he couldn’t have looked healthier or giddier when you saw him by the tent. There was a wide smile on his lips and his eyes were shining like whenever you told him something he found fascinating such as random fun facts about gravity, but this time neither his eyes nor his smile were directed at you. He was staring at Clarisse, hanging on each of her words like a puppy waiting for pats. You felt like an outsider watching their interaction and no matter how much you tried to gulp down the bitter taste of jealousy, it was right in your face. You might have been petty but you also didn’t want to put your job on the line, so you raised your chin up and walked over to the duo with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Can we start?” You turned to Serim, rudely not acknowledging the other girl. You just didn’t think you could have looked at her without looking mean.

“Oh, Y/N! Right, we should,” the boy muttered with a confused giggle before turning back to Clarisse, still holding her hand. “Sorry, love, I’ve got to go. Meet me after practice?”

You almost choked on air. Love? When did that happen? He didn’t seem in love just the day before.

Clarisse pressed a chaste kiss to the boy’s cheek that flushed a pretty pink colour afterwards and you felt ashamed when you were caught staring.

“Is everything okay?” Serim asked, worried, probably because of your flabbergasted look and you could feel the burning gaze of the girl on you too.

“Yes, of course,” you lied through your teeth.

Nothing was okay.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you visited the circus healer. You said nothing about the food you ate being from his daughter nor Serim’s out of character behaviour. You solely told him about the nausea, the weird sparkly thing and how only you seemed to be negatively affected from the food, not others who ate it.

“That sounds like the typical side effect of consuming a potion that wasn’t meant for you,” the man said and prepared some herb tea for your stomach.

“What kind of potion?”

“Oh, it can be a lot of things, truth serum, memory booster, such things,” the man explained absentmindedly but you only started paying more attention when he continued: “As well as love potion, although those are strictly forbidden because some consequences cannot be undone and often lead to obsession instead of love.”

You hoped you sounded more put together than what you felt when you asked how difficult it was to make a love potion. The man smiled at you kindly and reassured you that some ingredients were so rare that in the entire circus it was only his collection that had it. Little did he know that it was exactly what you were afraid of: being his daughter, Clarisse must have had access to everything needed for a love potion.

Cannot be undone. The words echoed in your ears, frightening. Still, there must have been something you could do, right? There was an infamous curse-breaker in the circus but you weren’t sure they would be able to help. Was love a curse after all?

Even if you couldn’t change Serim’s love, because you just had your biggest fight ever when you dared to tell him that he acted like he was under a love potion’s spell, you should have tried to root out yours. Maybe then it would have hurt less to watch him being all lovey-dovey with Clarisse and drift further and further away from you. Whenever you tried to talk to him about ‘the love of his life’, he shot down anything negative you could have said and soon, you barely saw him, only when the two of you had practice for your performances and even then Serim was more and more distracted while you were getting frustrated with his behaviour.

The curse-breaker told you that every curse could be broken by the power of true love, but Serim becoming a puppet in Clarisse’s hands so easily only proved that he didn’t feel the same way as you did. You had known already but the confirmation still hurt.

Maybe that’s why this time, it didn't feel like flying. Your imaginary wings were too heavy, too rattered, too soaked with tears. Twenty-five feet from the ground had never felt so high. Right in the middle of a performance, watched by dozens of visitors, you had never felt more invisible when Serim didn’t look your way when he should have.

“Serim…” You called his name weakly and his eyes met yours, glossed over by fear, but it was already too late: your hand slipped out of his.

And then you just fell, fell and fell.

With nobody to catch you this time.

[cupidsvolunteer]

“ALWAYS YOU.”

“I tend to forget its always you that keeps me up at night.” Rui joked with a grin, turning his head to you with a small tilt. “Is it really me, or your mechanisms?” You ask. He lets out a chuckle. “I'm pretty sure it's you.”

CW : fluff, angst if you squint, okay maybe not angst if you squint it's pretty sad if you think about it, mentioned injury and blood, rui is a little jealous teehee ^_^

I tend to forget that sometimes you always care more than others.

Blood is rather a difficult task to clean but unless it hadn't stain, it wouldn't be so bad. It is tempting to let out a sigh yet you stay quiet to not sadden him further. “Rui, really, it's fine. A small cut isn't a big deal.”

“I hadn't been careful.” He says in a small whisper and you couldn't bring yourself to admit, yes, he hadn't been careful. Yet, you lift your hand to caress his cheek.

“I'm fine. I promise. It always you who patches me up when I'm injured, so I don't have to worry about bleeding to death.” He sends you a small glare and that sends you through a spiral of laughter. “Alright, alright. I'll stop joking like that.”

And as he wraps up your finger, he kisses it affectionately and you notice how he lingers before pulling away and letting your hand go. “You stay here, I'm putting this away. Don't, touch anything! I'm not risking another cut.”

Although you want to chase for the warmth of his hand you stay put and wait patiently for him to return.

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

The sun doesn't beam brighter than your smile and Rui knows that well. It's rare, and he recalls every single one when he feels under the weather.

However, this time, your smile isn't directed to him. Much to someone else. He can't help but let his heart sink to his stomach. Rui doesn't want to say it like he was, obsessed with you or something.

He much prefers he'd be the one you'd give your smiles to. Yet he keeps quiet, smiling politely as he stood beside you as you talked to your friends.

He hadn't realize, but it's always you who makes him unconsciously feel a slight bit jealous when talking to someone else. “Rui? Is something the matter?” He snaps out of his trance, turning to look at you with a shy smile. “Yes, what is it?”

You shake your head, intertwining your hand with his. “You look out of it. Cmon, you look sick. Is it the heat? We can go to a cafe to cool down.” Waving goodbye at your friend, you start to drag him as he laughs brightly.

Just maybe, he wants to be the only one you smile to.

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

Loving is hard, but being loved seems much harder. You realize that when someone breaks your heart. And it's unfortunate you are the victim of such.

Tears pour down like a waterfall, almost as of endless if it wasn't for Rui's shirt which soaked every drop. “It's alright, [ name ]. He doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone much better..” He coos, stroking your hair lovingly.

You weeped and weeped into his broad shoulder, clinging onto him like this would be the last time you'll be in his warm embrace. “I know you loved him so,”

He whispered softly into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine as you tried to calm yourself down. Rui pulls away for a moment to kiss away your tears and you feel your heart flutter.

‘It's always you who I run to for comfort, I'm sorry Rui.’ You thought as you closed your eyes, hugging him close as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent of oil and metal.

It wasn't a pleasant smell, but it's a unique one. And it always reminds you of him.

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

You aren't good at cooking. Rui knows that well. He likes to tell himself that you'll be better at it in the “near” future, he'll never give up in trying to prove that you are.

But he's starting to doubt you'll ever get better. Your house is filled to the brim with smoke and he rushes to open the windows quickly. Turning his head, he resists the urge to roll his eyes playfully at the pout on your face.

“Cmon now, no need to be upset, you'll be better in the near future.” And he's done it again. “You always say that.. Do you really mean it, Rui?” He hesitates. You frown. “Nevermind.”

His gaze lingers, before he sighs. “Please, [ name ]? I know I hesitated but I swear you'll get better soon! I'm sure..” He places a hand on your shoulder and you give him a side-eye, before turning away and ignoring him.

He whines, tugging on your sleeve persistently. “Aww, don't ignore me like that!” You resist the urge to let out a chuckle but fail miserably as you start to giggle endlessly.

He smirks in triumph, before attacking you with tickles in which makes you laugh harder than before. ‘It's always you who personally tries to cook me meals, I can't thank you enough.’ He watches with a smile as you breathed heavily, a grin resting on your lips.

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

“Rui?” Your voice is a silent whisper in the dark room, lights flickering over him. Who rested on the table. “You're going to be the death of me, literally.” Approaching him, you can't help but admire him. Just a little.

His hands wasn't so clean but he always made sure to cut his nails if it grew longer than he preferred.

His hair was a mess, probably from the amount of times he had run his fingers through it or ruffling it up from stress.

A small smile rests on his resting face, as he shifts between 5 minutes due to his uncomfortable position.

Leaning down, you press a kiss onto his temple, brushing his purple hair away from his face as you continued to watch him peacefully. ‘It's always you who looks so beautiful, rest well.’

With the click of the light being switched off, you leave the room quietly.

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

As Rui leaves the room to the bathroom, Tsukasa takes the chance to ask you about your guys relationship. “So, anything happening between you guys?” He grins brightly, propping his chin onto his palms and elbows on the table.

“Kasa, c'mon, you really shouldn't expect progress on my crush on him. I wouldn't say he's oblivious but god it's always so frustrating for us to have long eye contact sessions together just for him to chuckle and walk away.”

You pout, crossing youre legs and leaning back on his couch. Tsukasa frowns, puffing a strand of his hair away from his face. “Then you've gotta try harder!” He says. You sigh.

“Can't, don't want to.” Unknowingly, it seems Rui had arrived earlier than he needed to, hearing into the conversation with a pattering heart and face flushed with red.

‘So, it's always you who makes me this flustered. You're winning this round, [ name ].’

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

Movies get boring at times, if it doesn't interest certain individuals. This one surely doesn't interest you, but since it does interest Rui, maybe you'll watch it.

You give him a small glance, smiling when you notice his eyes gleaming with interest. When he notices you staring, he smirks. “What? Is something on my face? Or am I so attractive to you?”

At his remark, you pretend to cough and face away from him in embarrassment. “Nothing. You just look so childish when watching the movie. This is our like, what, 8th time watching this?” He rolls his eyes, shoving you playfully.

“Whatever you say, darling.” He pulls you closer with an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you tightly as rested his chin on your head. You doing the same on his shoulder.

“Darling? Always you and your couple-ly nicknames.” You mutter and by the small snicker he lets out you assumed he hear you. “But of course, only for you my darling.

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

He notices how you had gotten more affectionate after that day, which he wasn't going to complain, he loved the affection. But an evening had left him more speechless than ever.

“Rui, ahh~” You extend your hand out, the spoon in your hand finding it's way to his mouth and he opens it willingly, taking the scoop of ice cream as it slowly start to melt in his mouth.

You chuckle at the content hum he lets out, and place the cup of ice cream to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. “You're so pretty, you know?”

He blinks at you a couple of times, like a deer in headlights. Using your other hand, you place it on the other side of his temple to stroke his hair lovingly.

He is left breathless, mind racing and butterflies in his stomach as he tries to process, what the hell were you doing?

“[ name ]..?” Rui says your name in a questioning tone, as you smile at him so warmly he couldn't help but gaze at you affectionately.

“I love you, Rui.”

He swore he felt his heart skip a beat and he breaks out in a grin, wrapping his arms around you and prepping kisses all over your face. Guess his answer was “I love you too.”, because it's always you who knows him best.

[insufferable-talkstuck]

(HELPP sorry bro gonna ask this blog instead mb 💀😭)

helloo can u classpect me pls (idk heo to do this 🔥) including a little bit of vent for the sake of classpects

basically i am reclusive, secretive, spacey, knowledgeable but not in an arrogant way, creative, pretty absent minded, and very awkward :]

my main interests include TMNT, MBTI, experimental music, psychology, and marine life. (probably says nothing)

i also like drawing but sometimes i get mad jealous over other ppls art

i also have a strong interest in leftism, anti-racism and anti-capitalism. idk what that says tho

i can get RLY obsessive about my interests and i will NOT shut up about whatever im hyperfixating on

i find it extremely difficult to grasp social cues, in other words i am socially inept

i can have a lot of trouble with empathy usually, not saying i have no empathy tho

no social life. 0. not even one (1) friend. offline or online.

if i had a social group tho i think id be the weird one who is very awkward and does not get jokes 😭

i like to consider both logic and emotions when making a decision, but i tend to value logic and rationality more sometimes

i have a tendency to stay up really late, like really late (it is 5 am as i am writing this

(idk of the text below counts as a vent or not but read idk)

ive always been really bad at explaining, wording, or identifying my own emotions, idk why but its just really hard to come up with words that can accurately describe how i feel, which is why im shit at venting

nvm i think im just bad at wording my own thoughts in general, it makes me feel kind of dumb, im just as bad at that on text too 😭😭 communicating is hell

(vent-ish thing is over)

supernatural stuff is pretty cool too idk

ive been told im dry and very monotonous in person 💀 like a robot n shit

i also dont like being wrong but not in an arrogant know-it-all asshole kinda way ❤

idk what else to put here.

Seer of Void

I'm not picking up any sign that you would *want* to be assigned a void player but I don't tell people what they want to hear.

- dissection -

‘ basically — :] ’ in this paragraph you list off some traits that could easily be associated with void

‘ i can RLY — tho ’ classpects aren't political stances and tho some classes and aspects are described as more devoted or revolutionary it doesn't specifically tilt it towards any view on these things. go girl give us nothing

‘ i find it — jokes ’ you're listing traits of autism, not something that could help me classpect you. However in all technicality "lacking" so many things can be written off as void

‘ i like to consider — on text too ’ okay, Dirk strider moment I guess, if you had only left this paragraph i would have given you prince of heart and left it at that

- dissection over -

why I think you're a seer of void

seers struggle to grasp their aspect at first, how it works and how they could relate to it escapes them, but once they learn it they're comfortable in it. you talk like youre rampaging to find fragments of a personality, sloppily putting paragraphs about yourself together, but if you were to take a step back and relax I think you'd be relieved and find comfort in the nothingness, and along with it the unlimited potential you'll master but.. baby steps

bonus round

i think there would be a destructive heart player and/or a mind player in your session, you seem torn between the two, I don't see this talked about amongst the classpecting population but I do think the aspects of the players in your session would affect you. with all my evidence of that coming from the kids and trolls sessions I mean the bond is just so clear

[astaldis]

Chapter 6: As we lie here in our bed

@witcher-rarepairs​  @cake-shop-rarepair-bingo

Rarepair Bingo Prompts: Bedsharing, Temporary or permanent blindness, Write a disabled character

Witcher Rarepair Prompt Fest Prompt: Post Season 2: After their lie is uncovered by Emhyr var Emreis, Cahir and Fringilla are arrested and thrown into the dungeons - in the same cell. With only one bed. First they bicker and bitch and blame each other for their failure, but this changes drastically when Cahir is tortured, and badly so, and Fringilla has to take care of him.

Rating: Mature, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Relationship: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Fringilla Vigo

Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Major Character Injury, Friendship, Witcher Rarepair Summer Bingo, Title from a The Amazing Devil Song, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Trauma, Fluff and Angst, Aftermath of Torture, Abacination, Mental Breakdown

From Chapter 6/7:

As time passes, Cahir gets better, at least physically. The swelling goes down and the bruises change colour and slowly start to fade away. The cell is small and with the pallet and the bucket being the only items in it, it is not difficult for Cahir to internalise its layout and navigate around it even without being able to see. In contrast to Fringilla, he can touch the dimeritium rods in the walls and feel his way along them, which helps. He soon manages to do most things on his own, although there is not much to do, really, beside eat and drink, use the bucket, and sleep. And talk. It is really funny, Fringilla cannot remember ever having talked that much to one and the same person within the span of just a few days. Truly remarkable how this involuntary, forced by circumstance proximity, this sharing of a bed, a blanket, even a bucket, has altered their relationship. Before, Fringilla was not even sure whether or not they were friends at all or just competitors for the White Flame's recognition, favour and praise. Now they talk about all kinds of things, about politics, the war and their failed mission, but also about a lot more personal matters. Fringilla once mentioned to Cahir how jealous she was of Yennefer during their years at Aretuza. Now she tells him everything about her time there. She tells him about her stupid timidity, her loneliness, her self-doubts and fears, about how she tried to please everybody, about how hard she worked, so much harder than Yennefer ever did. And still, there was this persistent feeling of never being enough for Tissaia and her Uncle, of always being overlooked and outshone by others who were both less talented, less diligent and far less well-behaved. It was not fair, not ever. She even tells Cahir about her shrivelled hand. Nobody at all seemed to care about it then although it was not only horribly painful for her and shocking when it happened - by no fault of hers, mind you, for how should she have known, Tissaia only told them afterwards that the flower had to die for the stone to move, not beforehand. What teacher would do that to their students? - but she had to live with it for years until, finally, her transformation fixed the ugly deformity. There are fond memories to share, too, a few nice ones from her school days at Aretuza, but mostly of her childhood in the beautiful fairytale Duchy of Toussaint, which ended so abruptly with the unfortunate cat incident. Sometimes, Fringilla wonders what her life would have been like if that had never happened, if she had never shown any signs of chaos and led an unremarkable, non-magical life as a Toussaintois noblewoman, probably married away to some baron or count and with a whole swarm of children. Well, she would be either dead or an ugly old crone by now if she had not become a sorceress. So, perhaps, even if her current circumstances are far from enviable, it is for the better despite everything. If Cahir is right and she will be released soon, there is still so much she can do. And this time she will not disappoint the White Flame ...

Continue reading on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47540179/chapters/120413242

[dxmeriberry]

woahh i have some thoughts about this season

woww this new season of aggretsuko was so many things and i have so many thoughts. so this is gonna be a bit discombobulated because i don’t have the energy to write a cohesive review but wanted to share. So... The beginning of this season cut deep and I related so hard to Haida’s struggle. Aggretsuko has always had this knack in relatable and this has remained true ever since I watched the first episode. While, I felt that Haida and Retsuko being together felt a bit forced at the end of season 3, it’s really seeing them work as a couple. Yeah, sometimes they feel a bit boring when you compare Retsuko’s romance with Tadano, but they feel stable and like they get each other. It’s nice and feels easy, even if the relationship isn’t always easy.  It was also great to see some Haida development and his family (yikes, they’re assholes, no wonder Haida struggle to feel like he’s important when you have family like that). 

I also rewatched some early episodes and it’s so interesting to see how Retsuko has grown throughout the series. She mentions after meeting Haida’s family that she wanted to give death voice but she didn’t want to get upset over stupid stuff anymore. I compared this with one of the early scenes where Retsuko is in a shop and the employee won’t stop pestering her. She lets out her rage voice (at least internally) and its hilarious but really shows how different she is in the 5th season. She doesn’t really rage overing annoying inconveniences anymore, nor does she have that dissatisfied outlook over her life anymore. Now that I think about it, most of the action in the early seasons take place in her office, but in the fifth season, we mostly see her outside of her job - in the home, with Haida, with friends, etc. She’s found a groove in her life and she’s more confident and sure of herself. (I’m jealous, like get me to this level lol).  Another thing, her friends. She has so many people rooting her on. In episode 1, Kabae is annoying the shit out of her and she holds people at arms length. Even her closest friends, Gori and Washimi, had to worm their way into friendship. But in season 5, Kabae and Anai (someone Retsuko didn’t get along with at first) are scoping out the diner to make sure Haida isn’t cheating on her. Even Ton! Who starts out as a shitty boss but becomes this sort of mentor figure that isn’t afraid to tell Retsuko that hard truth when it’s needed and supports her. Seeing the growth for all these characters is just so amazing and this show is definitely one of my favorite shows. Now despite that, the end of season 5 felt a little….like a jumbled mess. I still enjoyed it a lot but I wasn’t really sure where things were going. I feel like Retsuko’s little stint in politics was kind of odd. They even made a meta reference to it where all these insane things happen to Retsuko for the audience’s entertainment. Regardless, I’m not really what it bought to the show or added  to her development. It even felt like it regressed it a bit. When they were suckering her into running for political office, I kept wondering when she would just say no, death metal style. But she didn’t. She let herself get pushed into it and personally didn’t understand why her friends thought it was a good idea. It would be one thing if Retsuko had thoughts or feelings about the system, or even was personally victimized by it. But she was kinda lukewarm about the whole thing. And I’m guessing that’s why they had her lose. Which I’m glad she did. But again, what was the point? However, the show’s small exploration of homelessness and people at the “bottom” of the system was very interesting but also a bit disappointing. In the beginning of Season 5, we see Haida staying at a net cafe and he quickly becomes part of that community. Everyone is going through it and has their own issues and burdens, but people help each other out and it was great to see that kind of communal bond. They helped Haida gain some direction more than his family ever did. And I’m glad Haida tried to stick up for them. Unfortunately, this part of the story didn’t really go anywhere. I think they were trying to make Retsuko this inspirational figure for people frustrated with the current system (and that is so relevant right now). But again, she was lukewarm. She didn’t really have passion for what she doing, just going along with what people wanted from her. It was just another crazy adventure for her to go through when we’re shown that there are people going though some hard, hard struggles (like Shikibane and the dog dude). And I’m not really sure what Retsuko’s death metal duet with Shikibane was supposed to achieve. I’m guessing to inspire her but It didn’t have the impact that it meant to.  We don’t know much about Shikibane and a lot of her struggle are left unsaid, so maybe that’s why it’s hard to understand this part of the show. But overall, I feel like this part of the story didn’t go deep enough. Some other dislikes; Haida and Retsuko getting married? Like they’re a good couple but not that good where the show can just rush through signing marriage certificates in a death metal montage. Idk, I feel kind of whatever about it. Like I’m not, “omg this is so fucking stupid why would they do that” but I’m also not excited or goo goo ga ga over it. They’re just ok and I feel like there’s a lot more to say about this, but to go over their whole relationship would be too long at least for this post. Finally, one of the last thoughts I had which isn’t really a criticism but I noticed there was less Washimi and Gori this season. Which at first made me sad because I love them and I love their friendship with Retsuko. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. As you get older and  busier, it can be hard to meet up with friends on the regular. Retsuko is busy with Haida and politics. However, despite being busy, she maintains that friendship with them. She can’t meet with them all the time, every so often they get together. She continues to nurture that friendship. And that’s real. Because it can be hard when we don’t see our friends as often anymore. but you know the love is still there when you put in the effort anyway. Even if it’s once every few months. And gori and washimi continue to support her, even if it’s from far away. Also last thing, but when Tadano was with Washimi and Gori, looking at Retsuko. Ughhhh it made me so sad. Because it’s so obvious he still loves her but despite his feelings. He’s in her and Haida’s corner. He’s too good for this world. And I know some people say that she should have stayed with Tadano. But I understand that they wanted different things and that’s ok. So I hope Tadano will one day get what he deserves as well. That was way more than I thought I would write but I enjoyed the season overall and I think this is the last season so I’m sad lol but will definitely rewatch and probably have more thoughts to share. 

[primofate]

Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

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Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always. 

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist. 

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down. 

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face. 

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!” 

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun. 

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that. 

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute. 

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it. 

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words. 

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend. 

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them. 

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?” 

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!” 

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you. 

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Spill The Tea

Pairing - Tom Holland x reader

Summary - Tom’s and yours friends come round your new house, you getting a bit jealous of a particular someone. 

Warnings - very slight against but minor, Smut 18+ (Daddy kink, un and protected sex, Praise kink, degraded kink)

A/N - requested by @its-magicalladybouquet-fan Hope you enjoy! Thank you for all your love and Support, much appreciated 🥰

Edited this imagine to be more smutty!!!

“Come sit on my lap, Darling,”

Word count - 1K+

Tom and you really comfortable into your relationship. Deciding that it is time to move onto the next step, which is living together.

Of course, some of his friends likes to come around the house to hang out. Your totally fine with that, his friends are your friends.

Tom being such a gentleman, helping to unpack and move things with you. You got done last week, cuddled up to Tom.

Waiting for his friends to come round, you make sure to get coffee and tea out. Maybe some biscuits too!

Tom opens the door, “Hey, how is it going? man,” Giving Harrison a hug, greeting his girlfriend grace too!

“Y/N is just through the kitchen, Grace,” Tom tells as Grace goes to you.

“Hey, Jacob,” Tom hugs him, greeting Zendaya and another girl, who is Tom’s friend.

You never seen her before but she seems nice enough. You come to greet everyone in the living room offering tea and coffee, even biscuits!

“Do you want me to help?” Grace offers

“Oh, no no it’s fine but thanks love,” you smile, walking to the kitchen.

You start the kettle as everyone is talking, hearing that girl speak to Tom made you queasy. 

“I hear that you started a new project, must be exciting,” she said, curious.

“Well, it is interesting! The trailer has come out, it is called uncharted,” Tom smiles, using his hand jesters to communicate.

You find that adorable, he flaps his arms about. To others it might be annoying but to you it was another part of Tom you loved!

You heard zendaya, Jacob and the others join in Tom’s conversation.

You come in with teas and coffee for everyone, giving them theirs. You sit beside Tom with that girl being the other side of him, couldn’t it be one of the other? You thought.

A lot of thank yous came through to you, interrupting your thoughts.

“No, problem,” you smile, Tom’s thank you warmed you up like a hot roasting tea!!!

“Thank you, love,” He said endearing you, kissing you on the cheek.

But then that girl, jumped right into conversation with him after his words to you!

“So tell me, more about this uncharted,” She kind of batted her eyelashes at him very subtle. None of the others noticed but you, you giving her the benefit of the doubt.

Going into a conversation with Zendaya and Gracie.

“I’ve got lots of modelling opportunities, I am flat out working! This is a nice day off thou with you guys,” zendaya smiles.

“Yes, of course,” you agree

“I know how you feel my job is hard work too,” Gracie laughed, lightening up the mood.”

You are having a good conversation, sometimes that girl would talk to you all. She is dipping in and out between you girls and the boys.

You didn’t mind at all until, she made one particular comment and movement.

“What about you Tom? Do you work out?” She try’s to flirt, being that little bit closer to him.

Tom is taken back by the question, not really sure how to answer that. Jacob and Harrison are no where to be found, going outside for fresh air.

Tom was actually having a normal conversation until she decides to bring that shit up.

“To put it politely, yes but it’s not irrelevant,” Tom moves away from her, sitting closer to you now.

You see that Tom is uncomfortable as just as you are, you decide to intervene.

“It’s just a question? I’m really intrigued,” She went to continue..

“You can see that he’s uncomfortable, leave it be! You know he’s got a girlfriend and not interested,” You cut her up casually with your truthful words.

She had no words after that, embarrassed by her actions. Zendaya and Gracie trying not to be rude or awkward about it towards her.

Tom grateful for your words, noticing that your getting jealous. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

Zendaya and Gracie having heart eyes towards you as a couple is so sweet!

You, Gracie and Zendaya talk a bit more, as Harrison and Jacob come back. You don’t want to be rude, so you let H/N into the conversation.

It wasn’t awkward after the solution has been resolved. After a while, they all said their goodbyes.

🧋

Leaving you and Tom shutting the door with your backs against it sighing, “Do you want to have a shower with me?” He smirked, taking your hand running up the stairs with you.

You giggle as Tom strips his clothes off with yours, making your way into the shower. 

“Fuck,” Tom turns the water on, you getting the soap to lava it up on your body’s.. giggling as you do so.

“My Pretty girl,” He smirks, kissing you passionately as the drops of water Consume all of your body, “So pretty,” He whispers, rubbing his large hands against your boobs.

You moan into his mouth as you kiss back intensely, wrapping your arms around him to feel up his back.

“My Pretty Tommy,” You flirted, tease back. Making your way up his neck with kisses as you washed each other.

You having a hot make out session in the shower, feeling up his rock, hard chest!

“Jealous, much babe?” Tom teased, “You know I’ve only got eyes for you, Darling!” He winks, smirking kissing down your neck to your boobs.

“Fuck, Sweetheart you make me so fucking hard,” Tom groans as Buries his head i between the valley of your tits.

You tangle your hands into his curly locks as you whimper at his large, sloppy kisses suckling at your boobs.

“You like that my dirty girl, I’m going to wreck you honey,” Tom whispers into your ear.

“Wreck me Tommy,” You teased back, testing his patience.

Tom grabbed you flipping you around grinding on your ass, “Fuck, Pretty girl you have no idea what I want to do to your Perfect body,” He purred, slapping your ass.

“Oh, my Tommy,” you gasped, as Tom grinds his dick into your ass, “Just like that Tom, feel so good,”

“Damn right, Slut! My good little slut taking at what I give her, awe that’s a sight to see,” Tom grunts, “You want my Cock Baby girl?”

“Yes please, Fuck,”

“Yes, Please what baby? I need to really fuck the jealousy + naughtiness out of you don’t I?” Tom rubs your sides up and down, kissing behind your ear gently to make you even more flustered.

“Yes, please Daddy!” You moan, as Tom instantly started shoving his cock up your tight little cunt.

“Ah, Fuck Your so tight for Daddy Darling!” Tom smirks, grunting as he runts his massive cock into you, “Are you enjoying Daddy’s cock, Baby? Like a good little slut,”

“Mm, Yes Daddy,” You get pushed into Tom harder as he grabs a hand full of your tits making him thrust into you harder and faster.

“Doing so we’ll for Daddy, Baby! That’s it right there, keep going sweetheart! Daddy’s got you,” He coos, encouraging you to feel good.

Tom brings his large, slender finger to rub your clit. Adding pressure to your clit makes you feel into heaven, “Oh fuck,” You moan as Tom hits your G spot and pleasures your clit at the same time!

“You close, Baby?” Tom asked, grinning as you taking his cock so well! You nod,

“No, no baby use your words like a good girl!” Tom kisses your back as he fucks you harder.

“Yes, Daddy I’m close please let me cum,” You whimper out, feeling your cunt clenching.

“Fuck, Cum for Daddy baby! Oh aw Daddy Cumming too because of your little cunt!” He praises, kissing your shoulders as you both reach your highs!

“Good girl,” Tom breaths out, pulling out of you turning you around giving you some hot kisses.

Tom has to hold you up against the wall because your a wobbly, shaky mess.

“It’s ok Darling, I’ve got you!” He rinses you with soap and water, giving you little kisses.

“Thanks, Tommy,” you wink, “Any time Darling,” he winks back being cheeky.

Tom grabbing a towel wrapping it around you, you giggle as he lifts you up taking you both to the bedroom. Popping you down on the bed, to worship you more!

You dry yourself not bothering to change into something, you recovered as your clear in your mind now! All you want was Tom and Tom is licking his lips at you, suggesting he wants you the same as way as you do!

“Come, sit on my lap darling,” Tom smirks, patting his lap just covered by a towel. 

“I know that you was jealous, my love but hopefully I fucked it out” he whispers in your ear as you settle into his lap.

“Mm, I couldn’t help myself, that friend of yours was getting too close for my liking!” You exclaimed, blushing.

“It’s ok, sweetheart! I was uncomfortable too, I’m so grateful for me to have you,” Tom reassured you, kissing up your neck right to your ear.

You grind on him, to show that you want him just as badly as he wants you!

His fingers come down to your hot core, rubbing your clit in small circles. 

“No, teasing Tommy,” you warned, whimpering already.

“ok, baby! Just because I really need you, I’m so close again!” He lifts you up, pulling the towel from his lap.

“Gosh you got so much stamina, Tommy,” You tease, but you end up moaning at his fingers touching you just how you want them! 

“Is this ok?” Tom asked, reaching for a condom to slide on his dick.

“Yes, Tommy, please I need you,”

“Ok, good girl,” He praises you as he slides into your wet, tight Cunt.

“Mm, your so tight even right after I fucked you real good, Darling,” Tom groans, “I fucking love it! Did my greedy slut needed some more of Daddy’s cock?” He starts teasing as he thrusts into your slit,

You feeling on top of world as he holds your waist tighter to go harder into you.

“Fuck yes, this Little slut can’t get enough of the Feeling because it’s so good Tommy,” You moan, quite loudly, feeling his large, cock pulsing again inside you.

“Fuck, yes you do love!” Tom grunts, as he pounds his hips up even faster inside of you.

“Baby, bounce on my dick! I know you want to,” Tom slightly, teased.

You completely lost your senses, but as soon as Tom asked you to bounce. You start to move, bouncing quite brutally chasing both of your highs.

“Oh, Fuck Tommy,” You scream, “I’m going to cum, can I cum?” You whimper, even thou your legs shaking from your pussy throbbing around his dick.

“Yes, cum for me Darling!” Tom demands, “I’m gonna cum for you too,” he whispers right into your ear.

His words over do you, letting your release come out on his cock. him following you straight afterwards, breathing heavy as you ride out your highs together.

“That was,” you start, “So fucking good!” Tom breathes out, finishing your sentence.

You and Tom clean yourself out, might needing another shower!

You laugh as you get into bed cuddled up together.

“See, there is no need to be jealous, love! I’m always going to be yours, Love you so much, Darling,” Tom clarifying words make you smile.

“I’m always yours too, love you so much too Tommy,” You kiss him, goodnight.

Tom kisses you goodnight too, as you both fall asleep together.

The stars are watching over you!





[virgin-mojitos]

STEVEN GRANT SFW ALPHABET -- PT 2

aaaaaaa part 2 is here!! terribly sorry for the delay i was a bit busy with studying for my exams, ANYWAYS! thank you so much for the people who liked part 1 i had so much fun writing these

ALSO thank for anon for sent me a message (it made me tear up dont tell anon) and i shortened this for your sake! anyways ENJOY

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

“steven grant of the gift shop” I mean come on. I think hes that sort of partner (or friend) that surprises you with random gifts “HEY LOOK AT WHAT I SAW TODAY!! IT REMINDED ME OF YOU SO I GOT IT” its usually the randomst bizarre gifts and trinkets. Like you may make an offhand comment about how you genuinely thought unicorns were a real thing because you watched harry potter as a kid and it wasn’t until YEARS later when you found out that they don’t exist (SPOILER ALERT) so one day hes standing in line waiting for his morning coffee and he sees a cup that has a little unicorn on it and he INSTANTLY buys it and he would get sooOoOoOoO excited when he give it to you.

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

Oh steven steven steven, my little touch starved and deprived boy. When he gets comfortable around you (and you him) He. Will. Not. Let. Go. Of. You.

If he can he will hold you 24/7, but as its not possible (you try to convince him) he will pout when he has to go to work or he will definitely pout and whine when YOU get up from bed when he wants to cuddle

Okay so cuddling? Big spoon or small spoon? I think both? Like it would depend on the mood and on you really, but if hes big spoon he will stick your back to his front and put his arm under your head (although it starts to hurt after a while he literally does not care) and one hand on your boob (first couple of times hes very shy about his hand placement but by time if he gets confident he may squeeze)

BONUS: if youre touch starved but also a bit touch repulsed because past trauma (like me hello) it means the WORLD to him when you let him touch you and hes always asking for consent to make sure youre okay

Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

Museum date ha ha.

I mean yes of course but I think dates where you get to do an activity is very fun for steven (although he does spend more than half of the date staring at you, you pretend you don’t notice)

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

Mmmm yes I think he does get jealous easily, but that’s due to his insecurities ingrained in him from the people around him (cough cough donna) making him feel awkward or too much or too hyper (cOuGh that cunt donna cOUgh), but definitely not because he doesn’t trust you or anything like that. He might need you to reassure him a couple of times to gain more confidence tho

I think he would come to you and white people smile (like marc in episode 3) the person whos shamelessly flirting with you and try to politely drag you away for that person (my polite boi *dreamy sigh*) if hes feeling confident

If hes feeling less confident I think he would just watch the scene from a far with sad puppy eyes and he only interferes if you are visibly uncomfortable. If not, unfortunately he will start to overthink and doubt himself (marc and jake are trying to help but they only offer umm…non civil offers) which do nothing to help his growing anxiety.

BONUS: if while talking to the person you point to steven and mouth “that’s my boyfriend right there” he will swoon (and might tear up)

Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

While episode gives us a very middle school kiss from mr steven grant (it was horrible and awkward don’t try to convince me otherwise) I think by time he improves?? Like yes its still very sloppy (and sometimes its too tongey??)  but its very intense nonetheless. Hes very passionate about everything he does, and I think he can really pass his feelings for you through his kisses

I think before steven kisses you, he has to hold your face in the palm of his hands, one hand on your cheek and the other a bit far back near your neck for support (because you’re a gooey mess when steven holds you like that) and hes just. Lost in your eyes for bit, like AAAAAAA im blushing just thinking about this, but hes just looking at you like you are quite literaly the center of his universe. Just so much love and adoration and content before he finally kisses you. This happens almost every time he kisses you because hes that much of a sap.

(except of course the times where you guys are big hornballs and cant keep your hands away from teaching and just hitting every surface in the shared flat until you FINALLY get to the bed)

Love – How do they show you that they love you?

I think steven is a very verbal guy, so you can count on a lot of verbal reassurances if youre one of those people who are insecure (join the club) so yes he will tell you he loves you verbally.

Also for me, learning somebody’s mannerism and habits and finding them endearing is PEAK love for me, so knowhing how you like your coffee or tea in the morning and making it for you if youre running late or just too lazy to get out of bed, and somehow he makes it better than you ever did? What sort of sorcery is this?

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again if you want more of these i thoroghly enjoy writing about my boys, just tell me!

(part 3)

[bisexual-queenie]

I have come back from writers block with another fun MHA AU (its not really too serious, this is all just for fun :) )

What if MHA characters were Strawberry Shortcake Characters (I would add pics, but Tumblr is being quite stupid so… feel free to google them, but I mostly got their personalities from the 2003 series, and I imagine that thats what their clothes would look like if they were in Strawberry Shortcake)

Deku: Strawberry Shortcake (Pretty Self Explanatory. Main character, One of the sweetest people you will ever meet).

Eri: Apple Dumpling (The little sister and liitle kid of the group. Also kinda self explanatory!)

Sero: Orange Blossom (I love Sero, I love Orange Blossom, perfect fit. Also its cannon that Sero likes Oranges!)

Momo: Peach Blush (“Momo” is the Japanese word for “peach”. In addition, her wiki says that “Peach is a delicate, generally nice and always polite southern bell. She can be a drama-queen sometimes and worries over the really simple things from time to time, even if nobody else has just yet.” Sounds like Momo!)

Bakugou: Pepermint Fizz (Peppermint and Bakugou are literally the same person lmfao. No but seriously, they share so many similarities, like their jealous and aggressive attitudes (especially to the main character), thats why I put them together)

Mic: Cherry Jam (Cherry Jam is the musician of the group, which to me fits Mic’s whole schtick)

Jirou: Ginger Snap (I could have made Jirou Cherry Jam, but she just fits Ginger Snap so much more, since they are the tomboys of their respective groups)

Shirakumo: Blueberry Muffin (Blueberry Muffin’s wiki says “Blueberry always tries to keep her friends in line and is almost always the first to admit her mistakes. Blueberry brings her sense and level-headedness to the group and really cares for her friends. That love for her friends helps her to be humble and modest and tells her that her friends mean more than anything to her.” That reminds me of Shirakumo very much)

Mount Lady: Lime Light (They act the same, and even had the same character development in their respective arcs. They also just look the same lmao).

Kamui Woods: Lime Chiffon (The wiki says she was the bubbly and kinda ditzy one, which kinda fits I think, but I just chose this for Kamui because he and Mount Lady could share the lime motif lmao)

Jeanist: Raspberry Torte (The wiki says Raspberry is “sarcastic and easily annoyed” in the 2003 version, and the 2009 version makes her a fashionista, so it kinda fits!)

Edgeshot: Lemon Meringue (Lemon’s wiki says “She is kind and caring to her friends and she always tries to work as hard as she can to make others happy”. She likes to chat and knows a bit of gossip, but she does never usually trifle with in anything that could hurt the feelings of someone else” which I think fits Edgeshot really well!)

Nighteye: Plum Puddin’ (Wiki says Plum Puddin’ is a prankster and loves to laugh. Need I say more :) )

Some extra notes:

- i couldn’t fit Aizawa, Midnight, All Might anywhere and Im so sad 😭

- Ok I have A LOT of notes about Best Jeanist and Edgeshot as per usual (im sorry i love these two so much) @wanderingchocolateeclair @quill-n come and get some Edgejeanist juice lmao

Raspberry Torte and Lemon Meringue are usually paired together in the series. They debuted together, and in the show they are best friends.

I wanted to share this quote from the wiki: “They used to live somewhere else until they moved to Strawberryland [Referring to Raspberry and Lemon]. They are often seen sitting together, or walking together and holding hands.” If this fact doesn’t fulfill my love for Egdejeanist I dont know what does.

Alright thats it for now! Thanks for reading! :)

[trashytoastboi]

hc's for brother Killer and Zoro react and protect their little siblings who's in a relationship with their captain's. I can only imagine these two being the old brothers getting jealous of their siblings being too close to their captains, or them babysitting two child like adults every missions and making sure everyday that they won't do dumb and impulsive things while they weren't looking at the couple 🤣 ps i really really love your works! I love u!

Heyya! 🍞 thank you so much for saying so! This was super fun to write! I can definitely see the boyyo's being stressed, knowing their captains. Sorry this took so long to get around to, and hope you enjoy~

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Headcanons: Brother! Killer and Brother! Zoro react to Sibling! Reader who is dating their captains.

Killer

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🍜 Honestly, wasn't the happiest when he discovered his sibling had entered a relationship with Kid. While it apparently had been like that for a while without Killer's knowledge. {Name} had asked to keep it under wraps until they felt it would be alright to tell Killer. After a long conversation and a lot of doubt on Killers part, his blessing came in the disguise of telling Kid he better not mistreat his sibling. Not that he is doubting his captain, but the overwhelming urge to protect his sibling from danger and heartbreak alike seems to take precedence.

🍜 Of all the things, Killer most often found himself being a little annoyed with a sheer drop in the time he was able to spend with {Name}. All of their free time would be spent with Kid, occasional outings and dates and even sneaking away from their duties to see Kid all became commonplace occurrences. Killer recalled when he was younger and used to get annoyed with {Name} following him around like a chick Looking for its mother hen. Now that they don't seem to look for him at all anymore made Killer a little sad.

🍜 Killer knew of Kid's tendency to find himself in trouble one way or another. Whether it be with fellow pirates or the Marines. As such, for the sake of not endangering {Name}, Killer sometimes acted as a chaperone when there was a potentially dangerous situation waiting around. Killer kept to himself, but could not express how bored the feeling was being a third wheel.

🍜 For an obvious reason... Killer was not impressed when he found his sibling full of hickeys... courtesy of the captain. Kid thought he had been quite polite in that regard, seeing that the marks Killer picked up on, simply peeked out from {Name's} collar. Being the gremlin he is and listening to Killer explaining why he should not leave marks enabled Kid to do something. He marched up to {Name} and gave them a really noticeable mark that could not be covered easily. Killer never brought up the matter of the hickey again.

🍜 Killer eventually got used to the situation and decided to leave his captain and sibling to their own devices. Finally leaving his initial worry over the situation behind. He couldn't help it, seeing just how much he loved and felt a need to protect his sibling. There was an initial anxiety but entrusting his captain and his sibling. He can only wish the best for them.

🍜 The semblance of peace Killer felt, ended as quickly as it began. With Kid and {Name} getting themselves into, what could only be called a life threatening situation. After escaping the near death experience, telling the tale of what happened and the news getting back to Killer was enough to just make him question everything. Or at the very least, the kind of antics Kid was unintentionally dragging Killer's sibling into.

Roronoa Zoro

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⚔ Zoro generally believed in that "Your life is your business" philosophy. Often times many felt that was quite an indifferent philosophy to have, and yet it was a simple manner of not getting involved or disturbing others for their choices. Unless they were close to him and their actions could potentially endanger themselves or those Zoro cared about. This could have explained his reaction to the news of Luffy and {Name} being together. Zoro was surprised at the news but somehow felt happy for his sibling and Luffy- next to his worry about the situations they probably would find themselves in.

⚔ Zoro was honest about his worries and expressed it quite clearly to both his sibling and Luffy. The talk of general worry soon evolved into a lecture of taking care of {Name} properly, not endangering them and making sure they are always safe. Sanji pitched in with both his woe and two cents. Luffy just smacked Zoro on the back, reassuring him that everything will be fine (It was not).

⚔ While mostly unaffected, Zoro did notice quite the distinct difference in the time he would spend with {Name}. Generally they would train together or have random conversations. Those instances seemed to decline from an occasional thing to a rare thing. Zoro felt the absence of his sibling, but did not mind too much. It was hard to avoid people on the same ship after all.

⚔ After docking and disembarking for a little bit of land roaming, Zoro stuck with {Name} and Luffy. Genuinely out of concern for whatever antics or trouble Luffy will find or create. Zoro understands that sometimes the trouble isn't by choice and it simply finds him unintentionally, but even so. The potential of putting his sibling at risk is the one thing Zoro never, ever wants.

⚔ Beyond {Name's} safety and Luffy's latent ability of finding trouble, Zoro never interfered nor felt a need for his presence to be lurking around the couple. The only time his presence was noticed is generally when protecting his captain and sibling from whatever trouble they ended up in. Zoro would lecture the couple about not ending up in these situations but takes it in stride.

⚔ Luffy and {Name} had plans to go and roam around the island. See the sights, eat the food (mostly eat the food) and try to find adventure wherever they went. Had this been a normal day, Zoro would have been close by (getting lost) in case something happened. Today, he decided against that for a nice nap in the shade and relaxation. What Zoro did not expect was the fact that Luffy and {Name} stumbled into a horde of Marines.

⚔ Zoro awoke to the sounds of chaos, gunfire, cries of various Marines and Luffy's signature method of destruction. The peaceful nap was over and {Name} ran for dear life, with Luffy in tow and a slew of Marines in pursuit behind them. Zoro took the hint and ran along with them. He could only internally sigh at the situation and expected many, many more occurrences such as this to happen in future.

[salemwritesxx]

𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚  𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠  |  ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

     ⇴ male reader [22, chubby, 194cm]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: [Your.name] is a chubby and tall man, someone who definitely didn’t fit Japan’s beauty standards. Safe to say, he wasn’t the most confident. However, during one group date, it finally all changes when he meets someone who is certainly very interested in him.

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: modern AU; self-deprecation; chubby, tall reader; reader’s “friends” being assholes to chubby reader; hawks and reader have a happy end tho; hawks is a simp for reader from the first minute on, ok?

part 2.

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“Come with us, they said. It will be fun, they said.”, you mumbled to yourself as you stood there. Awkward. Alone. Ignored. Too afraid the tiny bar stools would collapse underneath your big ass, hence why you chose to rather stand than sit.

Why did you let yourself get dragged into this group date? You wanted to say no in the beginning, but with your friends pestering you, you kind of agreed in the end. Though now, you knew all too well why you didn’t want to come.

As a chubby and very tall man, you weren’t the type that people, or rather, gay men, drooled over. At least you hadn’t had anyone show interest in you like that. Maybe it was because you were rather shy and thus not as loud as many of your fellow male friends, or you were the “wrong chubby”. Whatever it was, you were not attractive. Society made sure to tell you that at least once a day and sometimes those nice and kind people, not, were even going out of their way to tell you what a nuisance your were with your tall, fat ass taking up space. And in Japan, where everything was not really built to accommodate people like you, it was sometimes very hard to fit into things.

While you were sighing to yourself for the nth time and making sure to put yourself down as much as you could, you certainly didn’t realize how someone was always glancing at you. Hawks was one of the four gay men you and your friends had met today for said group date. Ever since he saw you, he had the urge to talk to you and get to know you. You were so tall and handsome and t h i c k. You could probably swing him around and break him like a toothpick. Just thinking about it made him grin.

However, it almost seemed like you had a shield around you he just couldn’t break through. He could guess why. Not only once had he seen people bullying the ones that didn’t fit the norm. Too fat, too skinny, too small, too tall – there was no end. People always found reasons to put others down. With how you stood there all alone, trying to make yourself as small as possible, Kei understood you tried to hide and you were uncomfortable. Even though you literally had nothing to hide. God, he wished he had met you sooner.

“Oiii Ta-ka-mi-san!”, his thoughts were rudely interrupted.

“What are you staring at Takami-san?”, then one of your friends, who was obviously interested in him, looked in the direction as well.

“Ah. [Your.name], huh? He’s like a car accident, right? You don’t wanna look but you also can’t really look away.”, your ‘friend’ laughed and Kei could have not been more disgusted by that behavior.

“God I wish I could just punch you, you fucking idiot!”, Keigo thought, furious and having to gulp down the anger.

Thus, he just smiled a little before he silently stood up to walk over to you, ignoring the calling of your ‘friend’. Instead, he got all nervous all of a sudden. Normally, he was the one being confessed to, not the one confessing or even initiating a conversation. Takami was used to people fawning over him, he was a rather successful model after all, hence why it was so hard to find someone who wasn’t just interested in him sexually or because of his money. And it did not help one bit that he found you so unbelievably attractive as well, his nervousness was at its peak.

“Hey. You’re… [Your.name], right?”, he tried to sound very casual as he leaned against the bar beside you. AND MY GOD, he was so tiny compared to you. He loved it. The way he had to look up so much.

You were rather surprised to get attention, especially from someone like Hawks. Like, he was so out of your league it was ridiculous to even think he would even BREATH besides you – yet there he was. Talking to you-

Oh. You knew what he wanted.

“Okay, look, let’s just skip all that polite small talk, the little laughs so we don’t feel awkward before you drop the question. Just tell me, which number do you want? Or should I just give you all three?”, you immediately cut to the chase. It had never been any different, so why would it be today? Especially when someone so sexy and pretty talked to you? Obviously he wanted someone from your much more handsome and well-trained friends.

Hawks was, however, rather surprised that THIS was your initial reaction to him talking to you. Though he could have not known how hard it would truly be to get to know you or get your number.

“Uhm… To be honest, your number alone would be quite sufficient.”, Keigo played it smooth. A handsome smile on his lips covered up his own nervousness – was he about to get rejected?

For a few seconds you stared at him, completely flabbergasted. Then you turned around and looked around… and looked around… and looked around some more until he finally asked, “Everything okay? You looking for an escape route?”

Keigo chuckled at the end, though he was not as calm as he pretended to be.

“No, I just…”, you then turned to him again, your brows furrowed, “… You can stop now, you know? Like, are you trying to prank me or…? Cameras anywhere? Like haha we got the fat guy. Look at him getting all flustered finally getting attention. Hahaha funny.”

At the end, you almost sounded a little angry, before you grabbed your drink and walked away from the bar. Saying Hawks was confused was an understatement. He just watched you for a moment as you walked away and squeezed into a lonely corner. God… How many people must have put you down for you to think he was pranking you?

“This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”

Running his hand through his hair, Kei had to calm down for a moment and reevaluate. Did you reject him because you genuinely weren’t interest or because you were self-conscious? Probably the latter. So… should he try again? Fuck yeah. As if he was going to give up so easily. He just needed you to know he really wasn’t pranking you, the rest… was up to Future-Keigo.

Clearing his throat and taking his drink, he then walked over to your corner. Standing in front of you he was so  s m o l. It would probably feel great hugging you.

“Okay that was rough. Listen, I really don’t wanna prank you or anything. Just… get to know you… ya know?”, this time he genuinely smiled a little, hoping you wouldn’t just reject him again.

Raising one brow, you were still rather suspicious. AS IF someone like Keigo would want to get to know you. Something was not right, you could feel it in every fiber of your big, chubby body. Then again.. maybe the only thing that you felt was the insecurities that held you back from getting to know someone who might genuinely be interested in you.

So, you gave yourself a little push.

“Yeah… I guess… I’m not really used to…. You know, how about we just start over?”

Keigo thought he had finally cracked you, giving himself a mental high five for being persistent. Thus, with a small smile he nodded and reached out his hand.

“Sure, nice to meet you, I’m Takami Keigo.”

“I’m [Your.name], nice to meet you.”, you finally smiled a little as well. Oof, his heart just jumped. Why was he so smitten already? He literally just met you. Keigo definitely wanted to get to know you more.

“So, how about we go take a seat over there? I could do with another drink.”, he said while pointing in the direction of a free table.

For a moment, you hesitated, though after a few seconds, you nodded, “Yeah, sounds nice.”

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Without realizing it, hours went by as you and Hawks sometimes were the loudest ones laughing. Your friends just glancing over every so often, obviously jealous you had gotten the most handsome men of all of them today. But for the first time, you didn’t care what other’s thought as you and Kei just had … a connection.

Hence why, when he glanced down to his watch and sighed, you felt a little sad.

“I wish this night wouldn’t end. But I have a model job tomorrow and I only was a backup for someone so I didn’t even intend to have so much fun today. Time sure flies with you, [Your.name].”, he gave you one of his best smiles that made your throat dry and your knees weak.

“I… really enjoyed myself, too. Thank you. And sorry for acting like that in the beginning.”, you smiled apologetically and a little flustered. He found it very endearing.

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Well…”, he then looked at his phone and stood up, “It’s 2 a.m. definitely missed the last train. I’m gonna make a quick call for a taxi.”

“Hm.”, you nodded and watched for a second as he went outside where it was a little quieter to call.

Looking between Hawks and your friends who were still partying with Keigo’s friend group, you wondered if you should bring him home. You were the driver, but… how often had your friends disappeared with someone without telling you? How often did you leave a party all by yourself? It was time to be a little selfish today.

So, you hastily stood up and walked outside the bar, watching as Keigo typed on his phone, ready to call.

“Uhm, Takami-san?”, you interrupted him.

“Hm?”, he was a little surprised.

“If you want.. I can drive you home. I brought my own car since I was planning on leaving earlier too and I only drank one cocktail right in the beginning and the rest was alcohol free stuff so… if you want?”, your voice became a little smaller by the end, not knowing if you were too eager. Was this okay?

“Really? That’s not a problem?”

“No! Not at all.”, you reassured him.

“That’s great! I only live like 20 minutes away if we take the car. Ahhh, you’re a life saver, [Your.name]! Thank you.”, Keigo beamed.

And so, you hopped into your car, the only place big enough for you, at least that’s what it felt like since you invested in a nice big one. Keigo was quite cute how he sat there in the big seat, being so small.

The drive to Hawks’ home was also filled with chatter and laughter, once again reassuring you both that you definitely had some sort of connection. And since he had been attracted to you before, it only gave him more reasons that he wanted to meet you again. Man… this could be the first time a group date turned out successfully – for the both of you!

When you parked in front of his apartment complex, Takami didn’t even want to go yet. Wishing that time would just stop, he sat there for a few seconds before turning to you.

“Thank you, [Your.name].”

“No problem, really!”

“You know, if it wasn’t that late I would have invited you to a coffee or another drink or something but alas…”

“It’s quite late…”, you almost said a little… saddened?

“Hm… It is… I’ll call you!” Hawks then said with a little bit of a grin, since you had exchanged phone numbers before.

“O-Okay.”, you didn’t know why you stuttered, it was just… really new.

“Oh, but you can call me too, yeah? Don’t be shy. Well, anyways.”, he jumped out of the car, turned one last time to grin at you, his golden eyes sparkling a little, making you even more flustered.

“Have a safe drive home and have a good night, [Your.name]!”

“Ah, you too, Takami-san!”

Then, you just watched as he walked up to his apartment complex. You didn’t know what suddenly got into you when you opened the door and jumped out, calling for him.

“Takami-san?!”, it was literally two in the morning, his poor neighbors.

Though Hawks immediately turned his head.

“I… really, really enjoyed myself today. Just… thank you.”

Oh my God, you were so cute. Such a gentle giant teddy bear, that’s what you were. Without thinking about it, Keigo rushed back, catching you a little off guard when he walked around the car.

“You know, I might be a little drunk, but fucking God – I want to kiss you SO. BAD. right now.”, Kei said without hold back. His golden eyes gleaming in the dark and his cheeks flushed, you didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or if he was blushing.

You, on the other hand, were very flustered, yet you barely whispered, “Maybe you should…”

Which only made Hawks giggle and raise his arms. An almost… seductive grin on his lips.

“Then you should help me out a little here, Handsome!”

Was he a bit drunk? Possibly. Was he overly flirtatious because he truly liked your personality and found you attractive and DEFINITELY wanted to meet you again?... Probably. But someone as straight-forward as Hawks was exactly who you needed because of your tendencies to overthink everything. Especially when it came to your weight and thus attractiveness. (Even though the one didn’t have anything to do with the other though not when it came to society.)  

And so, you accommodated him by leaning down. Takami himself standing on his tiptoes, thus, after he had hoped all night long, his lips finally met yours. His small arms wrapped around your big, broad shoulders and your big hand was placed on his lower back. That’s what he had wanted. And it really happened. To say Keigo was quite euphoric was an understatement. He was ecstatic, overjoyed, jubilant and so much more – and that from a little kiss. He surely fell quick and hard. Something he had never experienced before.

After a few moments of pure delight, you were the first to pull back, just to watch Kei bite his lip in such a sexy way it took all of your control to not grab him and pin him onto your car’s hood.

“Thank you.”, he just whispered, still with that grin on his lips, “I really enjoyed myself, too.”

Then, he let go and you did as well, this time really just watching when he turned around and walked into the apartment complex with one last wave. So you got back into your car as well, the last minutes replaying in your head over and over again.

With your hand covering your face, you had to hide your stupid, big grin. If all of that was just a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. Someone found YOU attractive. You had deemed yourself the most unattractive, undatable guy and that only because society had always told you that. But he didn’t care. He liked your “undatable, unattractive” body just the way it was. And not only that, after a rough start, you got along so well. You loved his little laughs, his beautiful eyes and those soft lips-

“God I have never felt like that before, what the fuuuck??”, you mumbled to yourself, still in disbelief that night even happened.

But as you drove away, you heard a little noise that came from your phone and as you looked up, you quickly scanned the text before looking back onto the streets – a wide smirk spreading across your face.

The message read.

“txet me wehn yruoe home so i konw yuore hmoe safe!”

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⇻ salem.talks: let’s appreciate all shapes and sizes. being a short and rather stumpy man myself, ive been struggling a little with how i view myself ever since my relationship ended. ive been casually looking on apps but i think I am not ready for another relationship yet since my last one was rather messy. anyways. I know you shouldn’t rely on others to feel validated and loved but loving yourself is hard, bro so… yeah, its nice being desired for once, no? also this kinda makes me wanna write a part two but eh we’ll see!

part 2.