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arideth · 4 months

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Fallen Star - Matt Sturniolo

Warnings: swearing, mental health issues on readers end, fluff, comforting Matt, NO Y/N (your name is Scarlet in this), and that's about it.

Summary: When you start to fall into your seasonal depression, Matt's the first person to always know and be right by your side the whole time.

Everything written is fictional and no events nor personalities of the people are real. again, PURELY FICTION!

- STORY UNDER THE CUT -

Winter had started, and so had what everyone likes to call seasonal depression. I no longer had any motivation to do anything in the world. Waking up was an inconvenience, physically getting up was difficult, talking to people was a nightmare.

I was supposed to be helping the boys with their channel but I genuinely had no motivation or interest in helping recently. Chris had called me, and so had Nick and Matt. I never answered a single call.

I felt awful not answering them, but I didn't have the energy nor heart and tone to answer them. I know I'd sound like my childhood dog had just died and I didn't want them to hear or see me like that.

The weather outside is the only thing keeping me going right now. It's cold, and it's been snowing recently. I climbed out of bed and went to go put on thick sweatpants and a hoodie Matt had left at my house a couple weeks ago.

I walked outside and let out a sigh of relief to see the snow slowly falling and the wind slightly blowing against my cheeks. My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Matt calling me. I answered the phone and put it up to my ear.

"Scarlet...are you ok?" Matt asked with a worried tone.

Letting out a breathily laugh I responded, "Never been better Matt."

I heard Matt sigh over the phone before he spoke. "I can see you. I'm parking to your right. You're not ok, get in the damn car."

My head shot towards the direction he had said and sure enough, there he was sitting in the car with the phone up to his ear looking at me with the most pitying look you've ever seen.

I felt tears well up in my eyes knowing he's seeing me. Like THIS. I didn't want him to see me like this at all. But slowly I walked towards his car trying not to let these tears fall.

Matt got out and greeted me with a tight and long hug. I had never felt so safe and at calm than I did now. The hug was painful as ever too though. Knowing he was going to be here to see me break down and lose all hope.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Matt asked still embracing me.

I just cried into his chest, unable to form an answer to his question at that exact moment.

"You know you can always tell me anything right? I'll never judge you for anything." Matt stated quietly, but just enough for me to hear him.

I nodded my head still not letting go. Matt softly brushed his fingers through my hair still holding me tight in a comforting and warm way.

"I wanted to...I just didn't have the heart. I didn't want to burned you guys with my problems or anything." I told him, finally letting go.

My eyes were puffy and I knew my nose and cheeks were red from not only crying but because of the snow as well. He looked down at me with yet another pitying look on his face.

"Please Scarlet, you'd never be a bother to us. Especially not me. I know what you're going through trust me, I'll always be here for you. You understand that?" He asked gently grabbing my shoulders.

I nodded and just looked at him not wanting to speak and risk my voice cracking and crying again. He just lead me to the passenger side of the car and opened to door. He buckled my seat belt for me and walked around to get into the driver seat.

He didn't ask anything else, and he didn't say anything else either. He started driving and I knew exactly where he was taking me. It was a spot he had showed me he went to when he was having problems with himself.

It was a beach, a very small secluded beach. Maybe about half a miles worth of sand and thousands of miles of visible blue icy water.

When we arrived we both got out and he opened the trunk to grab a bag and a blanket. He also had two cups in his hand that had a bit of steam coming out the top. He handed me a cup and when I was able to smell it, I had noticed it was hot chocolate.

"Come on. I know that you know exactly where we're at and why we're here so come on." He said reaching his hand out for me to grab.

I grabbed his hand and we walked our way down the rocks and slowly but surely reached the flat soft sand. It was cold on our feet, cause there was snow covering it. The whole beach was 4 times colder than anywhere else.

He laid out a blanket and reached in his bag to grab another blanket and two pillows.

"Matt what are you doing?" I asked with a monotones voice and a straight face.

He looked up from what he was doing for a few moments. "I can tell you haven't been sleeping. And I also know the sound of the waves and wind calms you down and helps you sleep so I brought this here so you can get some sleep."

"It's freezing out here tho...you don't have to do this Matt I can manage on my own." I replied while still standing there stiffly.

He ignored my statement and kept setting up the blankets. When he was finished he laid down and put his head on the pillow warming himself up under the blanket.

"I'm not sleeping here for my pleasure. Now come lay down and get some sleep, please?" He asked while turning his head to look at me still standing there.

I moved closer to the blanket and got under it with Matt. He pulled me close into basically another hug so we'd stay warm.

"Aren't we too young for this Matt? To feel the ways we do. We haven't even lived yet..." I asked looking him in the eyes.

"You're never too young to feel things Scarlet. Everyone feels things, and everyone also needs and escape from it." He replied wrapping his arm around me.

I sighed and looked up at the sky. Cloudy, dark, foggy, and silent. "I just wish I could isolate for a little bit you know? Just go somewhere far away and escape everything."

"Me too don't worry. Unfortunately we can't always do that. But it's ok, we all have our own little personal escapes." Matt replied with the faintest hint of a smile in his voice.

I softly smiled at his attempts to comforting me. "Thank you Matt. Really."

"Don't thank me, it's basic human decency and I care about you. I'm not going to sit back and watch you suffer in silence." Matt said while pulling me closer to him.

Me and Matt laid there like this for hours. Not a single thought crossed our minds except peace and comfort. The snow didn't bother us, the cold, the wind, none of it. We were at peace and comfort laying there together.

Before either of us were about to fall asleep in the silence of the beach, I spoke to Matt.

"I love you Matt."

"I love you too Scarlet."

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f1carsgovroomvroom · 2 years

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THE ENCOUNTER PART 3

I think I am safe to say that we all need a bit of something after the Hungarian race. Charles is a big part of this part of the story, so I hope you enjoy it. My inspiration kind of came from the picture below. Bad ideas that lead to even worse ideas.

Part one Part two

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Fan x Charles Leclerc

Warnings: smut 🌶🌶 like a lot of it, a bit of toxicity from Pierre

Word count: 5k

Disclaimer: I only said what I said about Charlotte for the sake of the story, not because I dislike her or wish for them to break up. Please don’t come after me. 😂

Going home and thinking of the evening I had was a bad idea. Going out and drinking would be a mistake, too. I would probably end up telling someone that I slept with the Pierre Gasly. So reading a book and making myself a nice hot chocolate should solve the problem.

I was completely aware of that being a one time thing and there are no hard feelings, however, doing something that is so out of character for myself is making me feel bad. I stepped over my principles just because I was in front of a guy I found attractive for months. I fell at his feed, LITERALLY fell at his feet the second I had the chance.

Charles has asked me to meet them next day and show them around and to be honest, I wouldn’t really refuse him in any circumstance but also, I couldn’t refuse it knowing Pierre would probably think I am doing it because we had sex. I should put it in a special place in my head and never remember it. It never happened. It was just in my imagination.

Next morning, the guilt was still there but at the end of the day I had fun and it was what I wanted in the moment, so fuck it. I put a dress on as the weather in England changes more than people would expect and today it’s quite warm. My white converse and a small bag and I was ready to go. I message Charles who was waiting for me downstairs.

“Pierre is still asleep. He was on the sim until 5am.” Charles rolled his eyes. “But I am all ready to see some places.”

I was disappointed that I’ll not see Pierre but relieved that I did not have to face him just yet.

We talked about me a bit, Charles explaining that it feels awkward for people to know part of his life because it’s so public but him knowing little to nothing about most people that he gets to meet. The way Charles was as a person just made it even clearer that he was a nice person on track and off track.

We walked around a park that it was more like a forest, rarely people will come here just to walk their dogs but the area was quiet and most people keep away from other people. Just the way this neighbourhood is, really. A nice place for Charles and Pierre, I assume. Getting unnoticed and living a few days as 2 normal people.

“How come Charlotte is not here?” I asked as they are my favourite couple.

“Well, we actually haven’t been doing that great lately. She finished university recently and I am at the peak of my career, or the peak so far of my career. Our schedules are so different and we are taking a break but it just looks like the break is an actual break up.” Charles said, quite upset and looking down at his feet as we walked. “It’s a difficult one, as I have a lot of respect for her but sometimes people grow apart and it saddens me that Charlotte and I are in that situation.” He continued.

“I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” He shook his head but stayed quiet. “Sometimes it’s for the better though and staying friends will mean that you’ll both be part of each other’s lives even if you end up on different paths.”

He gave me a genuine smile and this man, by simply existing makes me wanna hug him 24/7.

“I really appreciate the nice words. I needed this escape. So did Pierre, to be honest. He’s been licking his own wounds for a few months now and the media will pick up on anything he does. Making girl friends is a no-no, because apparently he sleeps with all of them, same goes for me, the second I am near a girl I must be sleeping with her. Going on holidays? No, it’s because we have someone in that country. It’s a nightmare sometimes. The rumours are so out of control.”

“It must be awful.” I replied, trying to understand but finding it difficult to really do as I was never put in that situation.

“You know, Pierre has the reputation of a player for a reason and I’ll not defend him but in the past few months, after his breakup, he locked himself emotionally but people still find things to say about him. He’s been mentally drained and it shows in the races.”

I nodded, trying not to remember that he fucked me last night while Charles wasn’t home. Lying and hiding this from Charles really is the top tier kind of guilt.

We continued to talk, mostly about F1 and the funny things that happen during the races and talks. The way everyone thinks that apparently Max and Charles hate each other and how Seb will randomly talk about his love for bees and nature.

We got back to the house and Charles invited me in, I could’ve refused but obviously I didn’t when he insisted. Grabbing lunch with them sounds like a nice plan until I remember Pierre is going to be there.

Charles and I look on my phone to order some takeaway that is not too unhealthy so his trainer will not kill him and Pierre comes downstairs and fixes his eyes on us. If I wouldn’t have had the chat with him the night before about the sex not being part of something serious, I would’ve assumed he was jealous but he was probably just surprised to see Charles hand around my shoulders as we were sitting on the sofa. I was surprised too, but I took it as something friendly.

Charles lifts his eyes and sees Pierre too.

“We are ordering take away, come have a look.”

Pierre gets on the other side of me on the sofa and I scroll back to the top so he can see the menu. Charles and I continue to talk about how we both love sushi so much and which one is better. I forgot to keep scrolling and Pierre must’ve slept on the wrong side of the bed.

“I’ll just take the phone to have a look as you’re too engaged in that conversation to be able to scroll.” Pierre said a bit annoyed.

Charles made a face that was something between confusion and surprise. I shrugged and we both laughed. Pierre chose his food and then I order the food in my name.

“We went to this nice park today. You would’ve love it too.” Charles said to Pierre.

“You went out?” The reply was so quick.

“Yes, you were asleep and I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Oh, thanks. You’ll have to show me the park.” His eyes were on me but talking to Charles.

“We can go with the bikes later today if Yas wants too.” Charles replied.

“Yas?” Pierre raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I feel like only my mum calls me by my full name.” I laughed.

Charles’s phone rang and he excused himself.

Pierre came closer to me and gave me a look that I could not work out what it meant.

“You’re quite cozy with Charles.” The comment was between sarcastic and mean.

“We have a lot in common, he is a nice guy.” I tried to replied and not sound annoyed.

“Maybe you should check how nice his bedroom is too. Or how well he fucks too.” He winked a me, but the wink was nothing close to friendly. It was mean and full of hate.

“Pierre, I have no clue what you’re hinting to. I have no intention like that with him. You probably need to stop thinking all people want from you and your best friend is sex.” I made the comment with a shaky voce. Not sure why I felt so hurt.

“You were quick to want that from me. Less than 24 hours.” He winked again, I wanted to punch him in the eye but the charges would be more than my monthly salary. “It might take longer with Charles as he is still half in a relationship.”

“You know what? Yesterday was a big mistake.” I tried to keep my voice low and try to not sound too emotional even though I took full offence of what he said. “I haven’t hooked up in the past with anyone. I slept with one guy before you, so fuck you for even assuming shit about me. I can see that staying friends and keeping it friendly went out the window the second I left this house yesterday. You’re so full of shit.”

He seemed surprise by my words and said nothing. Not sure if I wanted him to be as angry and bothered as me or if being quiet was better but I felt the regret building up inside me for what I did yesterday.

“I made a huge mistake yesterday and I’ll not repeat that ever again. Your attitude has reminded me why I always thought hook ups are a bad thing and why I always ran away from them. But I should’ve expected it after you didn’t even trust me fully yesterday, not that I blame you for not trusting me but I should have never trusted you either.”

Silence again. I assume saved by the bell is real because the door bell rang and I went to it. Opened it and it was just the post man, not the delivery guy. A big box was delivered and he put it on the floor. He asked for a signature and then I pulled the box inside and closed the door. It had the initials CL on it so I assumed it was Charles. He was still on the phone with his team, I assume as he spoke in Italian.

Pierre was sitting on the sofa in living room, his phone in his hand and leaning on his other as his elbow was resting on the arm rest. When I came back into the living room he made eye contact with me.

“I’m sorry for my reaction earlier and for what I said. I’m being an asshole because I’m so stressed lately and not that well rested.” He tried to keep the eye contact but I just couldn’t. “I don’t want you and Charles involved. I don’t really want Charles involved in some kind of drama. He doesn’t separate feelings and sex and he is not single in the eyes of the public.”

Pierre really needed to remind me that he separates sex and feelings and that I basically was a quick fuck. Well he admitted it earlier.

“Don’t worry, I am not that dumb.” I said, not accepting his apology but also not allowing him to know that his words actually still hurt.

Charles came back and the door rang again, now the food was here. I took plates and put the food in them and set them on the table. I also prepared some warm Japanese tea to go with our sushi.

Charles and I were sharing a platter with different types of sushi and sea food, while Pierre stayed on the safe side and ordered some udon noodles with some beef.

When we finished eating, Pierre picked a call from some of his friends and Charles and I were left alone.

“I am so thankful for not being able to find the house initially because we wouldn’t have this much fun if we didn’t meet you.”

“I will be honest, I am glad you didn’t find the house because it’s cool hanging out with my favourite f1 driver.” The admission made him surprised. I completely forgot that I never told him that I was his fan.

“I thought you were a Pierre fan because you seemed more excited to meet him than meet me.” He laughed.

“Ohhh..” I remembered my reaction to when he said he was coming. “That’s different. You’re my favourite driver and I will always support you and Ferrari.” I said, trying to brush off the Pierre part.

“So what about Pierre?” Charles will not let this die.

“Umm… maybe a bit of fangirling over him?” I said giving him a shy smile.

“Oh really?” Pierre’s voice from behind surprised me.

This was the worst scenario I could’ve imagined.

“I didn’t know you were my fangirl.” Pierre said, looking very proud of himself.

“I mean, that was before we met. I didn’t know you.” I quickly added.

“He is a bit more of a dickhead in person.” Charles added laughing.

“So I’m not as good looking?” Pierre quickly asked and Charles and I started laughing even more.

“Come on, tell me.” Pierre insisted.

“Meeting you in person made me realise that I should not be a fangirl of people I don’t know personally.” I said.

“So it’s his personality you hate?” Charles asked and continued to laugh.

Pierre kept looking at me for answers but I couldn’t stop laughing and the subject was dropped.

We planned the bike ride in the afternoon and I put a pair of shorts I wear to the gym and a long t-shirt. My helmet on the head and I was ready to go. The guys dressed pretty much the same, in shorts and t-shirts, but theirs were hugging their muscles really nicely. I died and ended up in heaven.

The bike ride was nice, relaxed, looking around until we came across a injured squirrel which Charles picked up and put it in the basket in of my bike. We went back home and Charles took the squirrel and put it in a box. Pierre tried to find a vet nearby where I could drop it so they can have a look at the wound.

Charles ended up driving and leaving the squirrel at the door of the vet as instructed, as they were still very cautious about covid.

Pierre and I were left alone and the air between us was not great.

I was grabbing a glass from the kitchen when Pierre came behind me, blocking me between him and the kitchen cupboards.

“So, not a fangirl anymore?” He was so close to me, I could smell his cologne and memories of yesterday were flooding my mind. His hands on my body, his mouth, his kisses. His mouth was now closer to my ear. “Tell me.” He whispered in my ear.

“Pierre,” I said, trying to push him away but he didn’t move an inch, “I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that it was stupid of me having a crush on someone I didn’t know personally.”

“A crush.” Pierre repeated while looking at me. I tried to look to the side, uncomfortable with how he made me feel. “And now the crush disappeared?”

I was still trying to avoid eye contact but he wasn’t happy about that so his hand went to my face and forced me to look at him.

“Answer me. Did the crush disappear?”

I shook my head. “It was never s real crush, just attraction.” Fuck it, he knows I find him attractive, I slept with him, so it’s no rocket science.

“And has that now disappeared?” I shook my head again. “Is it still there?” I took a second but I nodded, no reason to deny it. “The same or more?”

“Pierre, what is your goal? Why does it matter? What the fuck are you doing?” I tried to push him once again but he was not moving.

“I want answers. You claiming it was a mistake but you had a crush on me prior to meeting me and if I don’t recall incorrectly, you screamed my name multiple times last night and got soaked by sucking my dick.”

“So? So what? The sex was good but it was a mistake and I still find you attractive but I am not dumb to think that anything could happen.”

“You are a good girl but for me you were a slut.” His words should’ve made me feel bad but they just turned me on. “I don’t think that crush doesn’t exist.”

“And even if what you say it’s true, what would be the problem? Do you want your ego boosted?” I asked, not sure where my confidence came from.

“No, I just want you in my bed again.”

The admission was out there and I wanted to slap him.,

“Never.” I replied looking him in the eyes now.

“Challenge accepted.” He replied, his eyes so intense I almost lost then. “I promise you to make you beg for me to fuck you.”

His lips were leaving soft kisses on my jaw and I tilted my head to allow him to kiss my neck. A moan escaped my mouth and I felt his smile on my neck. His hands were now on me, traveling slowly to my ass and squeezing and then lifting me and making me sit on the work top.

One of his hand was on my inner thigh and quickly made its way inside my shorts, up to my panties.

“You’re already wet, I could probably get you to beg now.” He whispered in my ear and I came back to earth. Pushed him away and got down from the worktop.

“In your dreams, Pierre, in your dreams.” I got close to him, got on my toes and kissed his cheek. “You want the chance to sleep with me again? You’ll have to beg yourself.”

My words surprised him even more than I expected.

Charles came back a few minutes after our moment and he said we should get back together that evening and play on the sim or play something before I have to go to work on Monday.

I went home and couldn’t forget the way Pierre kissed my neck and how weak I was for him. I found him attractive but apparently I am stupid enough to let myself be in that situation. I changed back in my dress and went back to the house. Pierre was on his phone with his family and he was chatting with his nephew. Being uncle Pedro was his full time job. Seeing him so sweet with children makes me like him even more which should be possible considering the situation I find myself in.

Charles and I continued to talk about things while waiting for Pierre.

“Wanna come with me tomorrow morning for a bike ride before you go to work?”

I normally work out in the morning and a bike ride with Charles sounds better than a gym session. “Yes. Do you not work out with Pierre?”

“No,” he laughed. “He wakes up at 2pm sometimes. “

“Then I will be your workout buddy in the morning as I normally work out in the mornings anyway.”

“I have a gym in the basement. Come I will show you around.”

We went downstairs in the basement where the light was quite low, cool enough. There were two sets of each machine and lots of weights and 2 benches. On the side there were 2 small tubs that I assume they used sometimes for the ice baths they have every now and then.

“I wanted a pool inside here but that’s in the back under the decking outside.”

“Really? That’s so cool. I might have to take up on your offer.”

I was just talking to him and tripped over a cord and he caught me. He gave me a smile and the eye contact was so good I was lost in the moment.

I quickly tried to get back to a normal position and he cleared his throat and looked around.

“Yeah, it’s a good place to work out but apparently a health and safety hazard too.”

I laughed. “Or I am too clumsy and I should look at where I walk.”

We went back to the living room and Pierre was finally done with his FaceTime call.

“Let’s play that game we played in France. The questions one. That way we can get to know each other better.” Charles said.

“Sure”, Pierre also agreed and they explained that we all get a random question and we need to answer it or choose a “punishment” from a list of 3 options of punishments.

The questions were quite normal, most embarrassing memory, worst subject at school, alternative career if we weren’t doing what we are doing and everything was fun until I got the question “A lie to told a person that sits at the table.”

I wanted to get a punishment but then it would be obvious that I lied and I was worried that they could interpret it in a wrong way. I looked at Pierre and he nodded.

“I slept with Pierre.” The words were hanging in the air as Pierre leaned back in his chair and Charles kept looking between him and I.

“What?” Charles laughed. “When? This must be a joke.”

“No, it was my fault.” Pierre said, quite relax considering he is just telling his friend he slept with a girl he just met. I should remember this is normal for them.

“What the fuck man?” Charles asked and kept looking at Pierre.

“I’m sorry, it was a one off.” Pierre seemed to have forgotten telling me he wanted me back in his bed again.

“I asked you one thing Pierre while you’re here.”

“Yeah, Yas is off limits but it happened.”

“Guys, I am sitting here.” I said, trying to remind them I could hear this conversation.

“Fuck, I’m sorry it’s my fault. I asked Pierre to keep it friendly as he often does this and makes friendships awkward.”

“Plus Charles crushing on you.” Pierre added and Charles gave him a look that could kill.

“What?” I asked confused.

“I thought you were cute when we met and I told Pierre to keep it cool as I might be interested.”

“Works out we are both interested in her.” Pierre just casually added that.

“Pierre!” Charles raised his voice. “Stop treating this as a joke.”

“Mate, instead of fighting we might need to ask her who she would prefer.”

Both of them turned to me and my mind was basically scrambled eggs.

“This is messed up.” I said, “choose what? It’s not like either of you will be dating me.”

“You never know but also… there is another option.”

Both Charles and I gave him our full attention.

“All three having fun. We both want you and I think you kind of want both of us.”

“What?” I felt offended for a minute but then he was right, I found both of them attractive but sleeping with him was a mistake, sleeping with both of them will be a worse mistake but also it might be nice.

“Yas, please come speak to me separately.”

Charles got up and went in the hallway and I followed him.

“I want to say that I don’t know you well but you seem like a nice girl and I like you as much as a guy that met you not that long ago can like you. The idea Pierre has sounds… interesting but even if it happens even if it doesn’t I wanna continue to get to know you and maybe there could be more.” Charles seemed nervous but as I wanted to look down I accidentally looked at his trousers which made it painfully obvious that he was hard. My eyes fixated on it.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry.” He arranged himself once he realised what I was looking at but I was now full of lust. I liked Pierre’s idea. As much as it was stepping over and binning all my principles, I wanted it so bad.

“I also like the idea Pierre has…” I got closer to him and he closed the gap completely by kissing me. His kiss was hotter than I expected, a lot more rough than he shows.

Charles stopped and just left me in the hallway and walked to the living room.

“You joining us or what?” I heard him say to Pierre before Charles came back to me and took my hand and lead the way upstairs.

Pierre didn’t take long to follow and now we were all in Charles’s room.

“So you’re in?” Pierre asked me and I nodded. He smiled before doing that tongue cheek thing that made me weak.

Charles was kissing my neck and Pierre came closer too.

“You’ll like her, she can take it rough.” Pierre said to Charles.

“Can you?” Charles stopped kissing me and look at me.

“Uhum.” I admitted, still in shock of what is gonna happen.

“She sucks cock like a champion. Show him.”

Pierre pushed me down in front of Charles and Charles quickly removed his trousers, he wasn’t wearing any boxers so his cock was now right in my face. Bigger than Pierre but probably as thick. If Pierre kept it tidy, Charles is the description of perfection down there.

“Suck now.” Charles said and I could’ve never imagined him being like that in the bedroom but I assume living dangerously makes them like it dangerously.

I took the tip in my mouth and sucked gently, before taking more and more of it in my mouth. Charles’s breathing increased and his hand was on my head, slowly pushing me up and down.

Pierre was playing from behind with my boobs and parted my legs.

Wearing a dress made it easier for him to have access to where he wanted and he started pushing a finger inside me. Charles increased the pace and I started gagging on his cock, spit running down my chin and my mascara being ruined once again. I was moaning from the stimulation I was getting from a Pierre’s fingers and the vibrations were making Charles moan too.

“My turn.” Pierre said as he was standing up, getting out of his shorts too.

Charles pulled out of my mouth and continued to use his hand but Pierre pushed me and then laid on the bed gesturing to me to come to him.

This position meant that I was on all fours on the edge of the bed and Charles had full access to me.

“Not in my bed but next time you’ll be in my bed.” Pierre said before I took him in my mouth, not being able to say anything.

He left me have my own pace while laying there and watching me.

Charles went on his knees and started using his tongue to attack my clit. Overstimulation is a thing but I for sure like it. He made sure I was wet enough before getting one finger inside me and pushing deep, then two and going faster, once he was happy with how wet he got me, he got up and positioned himself and pushed inside me.

Charles moaned and grabbed my hips. Picking the pace step by step but doing deeper and deport each time.

The way he fucked me it was hard to not moan.

“I like seeing you all filled out but knowing you mean because my best mate fuck you is a bit annoying.” Pierre said and got a hold of my hair and started fucking my mouth harder. He pulled out and pushed my head a bit higher while picking his cock with the other hand and pushing in and out of my mouth, then slapping my face with it.

“You’re such a whore for us.” Pierre said to me and leaned over to kiss me. “Do you like this?”

I nodded and then he slapped my face. “Good girl.” He said to me and then his eyes went on Charles. “Let’s swap.” Pierre said and Charles pulled himself out leaned down and kiss my back before going to the other side.

“Get your head at the edge of the bed.” Pierre said to me and I did just that.

Charles quickly going to that side and starting to kiss my boobs which were partly exposed by the dress being pulled down by Pierre.

Pierre quickly got on top of me and went straight inside of me. Charles also found my mouth with his cock and started to slowly thrust his hips in and out. The gag reflex went away for most part and taking him became easier. Pierre was rougher than the other day and he almost seemed annoyed. Charles on the other hand seemed content with fucking me.

Pierre this time didn’t bother to pull out before he finished, his cum filled me up but Charles was not far from finishing either so I stood up and went back on my knees in front of him to be able to suck him better. As I increased my speed and concentrated on the tip, his movements increased slightly.

“I’m gonna finish.” He warned me and I increased my speed, giving him the green light to finish in my mouth, which I never allowed.

“Pull out.” Pierre said.

But Charles took no notice as I continued to suck him and he filled my mouth with him cum. I swallowed every drop and then I turned to see Pierre pissed. A slap landed on my add.

“On my lap now.”

I looked at him confused.

“Now.”

I went up to him to sit on his lap but he pushed my away.

“Not like that, bend.”

I understood finally what he wanted. I did as he said and once in position, I had no warning, I just felt the sting of his slap and heard the sound, another one came shortly after, and then the third one.

“You had my cum inside you and let him finish in your mouth?”

Charles laughed.

“Pierre… stop being jealous.”

“I fucked her first, it was my idea to do this.” Pierre said annoyed.

“I can choose if I want his cum in my mouth or not, it’s my body.” I said and stood up. “I am not yours.”

I went to Charles and kissed him and he reciprocated the kiss, squeezing my ass.

“I could go again.” He whispered in my year. “Just you and I.”

PART 4 IS HERE

ALSO A NOTE: thank you for the nice few messages I got. I got a few requests to write for Lestappen and to be honest after the race today, I think I might need it too. Please do let me know if more people are interested and I will try to write something.

#pierre gasly #charles leclerc #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #pierre gasly fanfic

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runicmagitek · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Oh my goodness, this is so sweet, anon 🥺 I've been having a rough weekend and feeling really self-conscious about my ability/worth as a writer, so this was well-timed and genuinely made me smile. Thank you for sending this!

Ho boy, it's tough to narrow down the to my top five favorite fics, because I have a lot of fics. I love all of them for one reason or another, so this is difficult lol. That said, here's my attempt at a top five, in no particular order.

What Leads You Here A post-canon deep dive into Keitaro's and Natsuno's trauma and how they mourn what they lost and learn to heal and move on together. It picks up immediately where the game ends and explores numerous things I love, from worldbuilding to slice-of-life interactions to delicious angst to heavy hurt with equally heavy comfort. I'm really proud of how I was able to write and edit and post a 214k fic within roughly two years. I put a massive amount of research into this along with using a lot of my own personal experiences and am REALLY happy that those who stuck around til the end thoroughly enjoyed the ride. This story will always have a special place in my heart.

The Lies We Tell Ourselves It's very difficult for me to talk about this fic without ruining the entire game. But I came up with this idea and wrote/edited it within roughly four days?? Like it possessed me and I couldn't focus on anything else until I wrote it. BJ and his journey is extremely heartwrenching and just thinking about what he might have come across and how he handled any of that (or didn't) felt like a story worth exploring. It also has some of my favorite lines I've written in recent years, especially the second to last scene.

The Wings That You Burn Holy shit, I cried a lot when I worked on this fic. It's a Celes-centric fic from Sabin's POV during the start of World of Ruin. I love VI, but in retrospect, I wish Celes was given more time to heal after everything that happened at the Solitary Island. And with Sabin being one of the first people she finds, he's the perfect character to remind her she deserves to live, no matter what.

Burning Bright Yet another fic that made me cry while working on it (this is a trend - I love me some angst). I love Steiner and his friendship with Vivi and (much like Celes in VI) I was really sad there wasn't any like, touch base with Vivi after everything that happened with Black Waltz 3 and the South Gate incident. Trauma and healing are core themes that keep cropping up in my stories, which probably says a lot about myself more than anything lolsob but honestly, I really love seeing characters support one another, despite it all. And I'm genuinely thrilled so many readers said this felt like a missing scene straight out of the game, too.

Long Journey Home You guessed it - this fic also tore out my heart while writing it. There's a reason it's tagged as "sad with a happy ending". Kentucky Route Zero is such a profoundly tragic game and exploring the possibilities of Ezra's past in this fic really hit close to home for me. That and weaving in magical realism and devising fantastical situations were such a fun challenge. This also contains my favorite passage I've ever written (and I very clearly remember needing to get up and walk off the feels for at least five minutes after I wrote this damn line):

She patted his head, much like how he patted the dog’s head. When she left, Ezra stayed and listened to the water carry them elsewhere. He thought of the people he met and those who stayed and those who didn’t and if anyone ever cried for the ghosts of who he used to be.

#runic rambles #my writing

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smartycvnt · 9 months

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Love is Blind

Title: Love is Blind Pairing: Beth Phoenix x Reader Summary: They get set up on a blind date. R WC: 656

Y/n sat nervously at the restaurant where she had agreed to meet her date. It had been quite some time since she had been on a date, and it didn't make her any less nervous than it had whenever she was a teenager. She was also trying to play a completely different game than she had been back then. Y/n was a grown woman now, one who had made her money and paid her dues with her career. Now, she was retired, even if she was at an early age compared to most people. Still, she had gone out on a limb and agreed to go on a blind date that one of her old co-workers set her up on.

Dating as a professional wrestler had been difficult for Y/n. She had to learn the hard way that not everybody was as nice as they wanted her to believe. She had spent many nights with people who had been completely wrong for her just because they were close by. Y/n was desperate for this to work, especially after her last relationship had left her feeling so empty and desperate. If this date didn't work out, Y/n was fully prepared to just stop dating entirely. Technically, she didn't need anybody else in her life. She was her own woman, one who had made it on her own more than once before.

"Maria said that she had worked pretty closely with my date, but I wasn't expecting you." Y/n stopped dead in her tracks when she heard Beth's voice. Memories of OVW's training camp came flooding back to her. Suddenly, she was no longer the accomplished career woman that she had become. Instead, she felt like the scared and scrawny 15 year old who did everything that she possibly could just to be included in the wrestling classes. "I had been following your career before. It's a shame that you went out that way."

"My time was over long before that last match." It pained Y/n to admit, and Beth could tell. There was a heaviness in Y/n's being that pained Beth's heart to see. She couldn't imagine being physically in the best shape of her career and then having it all ripped away in the matter of seconds.

"Enough wrestling talk, we're not here to reminisce about the old days. Sit down, have a drink or two, and let's get to know each other. I want to know the Y/n that Gail and Mickie used to gush about," Beth said lightly. Y/n adapted to the lighter tone of the room instantly. She took a seat at the table where Beth already was and they debated which wine to order. Personally, Y/n wasn't a fan of wine, but she could pretend for the night if it meant staying in Beth's company. All Y/n had ever wanted was to be around Beth, but they kept missing each other. It was almost comical in hindsight, despite all of Y/n's genuine frustration.

"I'm not really that girl anymore, a lot of things changed that. These days I like the quiet life, just me and my dogs," Y/n said.

"Did you ever want more than that?" Beth asked.

"Like kids? Oh yeah, but the guys were never right. I know what having a bad father can do to a girl, and I wouldn't wish those issues on anyone else. Not with my more sensitive genes anyway." Y/n and Beth continued talking through their meal. The sun had fully set behind them by the time that the two women were walking out of the restaurant. Y/n didn't want to part ways with Beth, but a part of her knew that wherever they'd go from there, Beth wouldn't be too far away. They had formed a genuine connection, one neither woman was willing to let pass them by.

#my writing #wwe x reader #wwe #Beth Phoenix #beth phoenix x reader

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morethanwords0475 · 1 year

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March TC Challenge

1. If you could change one thing about your TC, physical or personality-wise, what would it be?

I don’t know, sometimes it sounds like he hates life a little? I’m not delusional that everyone must love their job, but it hurts whenever he expresses too much relief that a holiday is finally coming up, or, especially, when he doesn’t have to teach us for whatever reason (like when we eventually go on exam leave).

2. Are they “your type”, or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected?

I think he is my type in that he’s beautiful, teaches really well, and is super good to our class, but last year I actually didn’t find him that attractive so he probably wasn’t exactly my type, appearance-wise, not when T was still here.

3. If they were an ice cream flavour, what would it be?

I think he would be a fruit flavour that is naturally sweet with a hint of sourness.

4. Imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your TC. What would you guys do?

I would love to walk his dog with him, go out and eat something nice, maybe have an afternoon coffee date and read together, walk around the lake and just talk…

5. What’s their biggest talent?

Not sure about talents – teaching?? I know my man used to do music though 🥰

6. Be honest: would you guys be a power couple or not?

Probably not 'power' in the traditional sense, but I just feel like we’d probably make each other better people and that’s good enough for me.

7. If they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it?

He probably suspects by now, I think if it got too obvious and was making him uncomfortable he might confront me about it. He’d try to be indirect and gentle about it, though it would definitely be scary.

8. Are they a good singer?

I am very curious, I love his slightly hoarse, raspy voice, but idk if it would sound good singing.

9. If you could choose an outfit that your TC had to wear every single day, what would it look like?

This is very difficult to choose, my inherent love for white shirts says that, plus a vest maybe, though I also love seeing him in casual clothes like hoodies.

10. Are they more academic, artistic, or athletic? What about you?

Incas Lily is probably 70% academic, 10% artistic (we don’t get to see his artistic side so it’s hard to tell), and 20% athletic (he works out more than do sports), I’m probably 75% academic, 15% artistic, and 10% athletic.

11. Do they inspire you as a person?

So much, he is so much goodness and cares about genuine things and forms solid connections with people, he is so good and so loved.

12. Are they an early riser or a night owl?

Early riser most likely, he said on school nights he usually goes to bed at like 22:30 (I wish TAT).

13. Have you ever made each other angry or upset? If so, how did you reconcile?

I’ve always been good in class even before liking Incas Lily so I’ve never made him mad, and he only gets a bit upset at people who don’t listen or do work. There must have been times when he was annoyed with me but didn’t verbalise it, though. I was upset with him for making fun of subjects I like – other than Biology – and felt hurt, we kind of reconciled when he conceded the value in some of those subjects after I pressed him on it.

14. Do you ever find yourself imitating them, either consciously or unconsciously?

I definitely don’t imitate him as much as I did T, the only things I can think about is subtly adapting his sense of humour or hand gestures. I did steal his way of drawing bullet points, I don’t remember ever seeing another teacher draw it like that.

15. What do you think their love language is? What’s yours?

This is extremely hard to tell, not least because I don’t even know if Incas Lily is in a relationship, let alone seen it displayed at school. I would guess quality time and acts of service will probably be high for him. Mine are physical touch and words of affirmation - the latter works very well with having a TC, the former not at all.

16. Have they taught you anything that isn’t school related? Valuable life lessons, insights on how you feel about yourself, etc.?

That time we had a talk about my mental health and stuff, he tried to boost my self-perception and made me see some of the maladaptive thought patterns I had. Especially when he was helping me prepare for my interview, we mostly focused on questions about myself, he helped me think of some of my qualities that I didn't know I had or couldn't admit to. Occasionally hearing his opinions on life during our lessons has also been very valuable.

17. What would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them?

I think anything that compromises his basic identity as a 'good' person, a good teacher – in terms of like moral standards and being a decent human being and all that. That’s the core of my attraction.

18. Are they introverted or extroverted? What about you?

His MBTI is introverted, but he is definitely quite social with many teachers as well as students. He seems more extroverted than me, I’m probably the more introverted of extroverts.

19. Who’s more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens?

He’s done it sometimes in lessons and I always love it, I also do on some occasions when talking about the subject I want to major in.

20. Do you feel guilty about having feelings for your TC?

A bit, sometimes, he’s so good to us it feels like I’m preying on that kindness. Like, he deserves a normal life without some girl semi-obsessing over him, although I mostly don’t actively inconvenience him with these feelings. At least this time he’s not married (😭)

21. Are you insecure about them liking another student more than you?

Always. I always said I loved T before any of his other students did, but I didn’t have feelings for Incas Lily until a year after he started teaching us, so I’m sure he likes a lot of other students better than me. I might be getting the highest grades in my class, but he doesn’t just want grades. Man, and I’ve seen him have really casual dynamics with some of the students a year or two below us and it sucks.

22. What kind of hairstyle would you love to see them in?

His current one is super pretty, it's curly and thick and frames his facial features beautifully. I miss when the top was dyed silver, though, that was the utmost beauty.

23. Do you think they trust you?

We don't ever really get into an emotional level of trust, but for any academic setting he must do. He let me self study a unit, he said he thinks I'd never be able to cheat, and he let me finish up an experiment alone in his lab when we were still doing experiments.

24. What’s the most comedic moment that’s occurred between you two?

It's hard to say, but it was quite funny when he used to give me quizzes for his lower year groups to do, especially when I sometimes get inexplicably caught up in them.

25. Have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings?

I write about Incas Lily often – usually in diaries and on this blog, sometimes in imagines.

26. How do you feel when you’re around them? Are you so nervous that you can’t concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them?

I used to almost always be really happy around him (he was my comfort teacher before I really had romantic feelings), it turned into nervousness maybe a few months back, and now a mixture.

27. Do you guys have any inside jokes?

There's one where I told him off for not teaching us something and it comes up in exams, but I think it also annoys him a little.

28. Do their morals, principles, or political views align with yours?

Maybe less so than it was with T, but with basic things like political inclinations, support for gender equality/the LGBTQ+ community/etc., being pro-choice, we are very similar on.

29. Have you ever tried to get over them?

Some days when it gets really bad, like during Mocks in January or sometimes this month, I have wondered whether I should or am meant to get over him, but it's so hard when seeing him makes my heart clench every time.

30. If someone nice your age showed up in your life and you caught feelings for them, would you move on from your TC?

We have so little time now, I doubt I could catch feelings for someone my age or move on from Incas Lily. Hopefully, I will after I go to university.

31. Have you ever said or done something that, in hindsight, might have been hurtful to them? Have they ever done the same to you?

Like for the inside joke, I (jokingly) complained about him not teaching us something, which might have been a bit hurtful, but I have truly tried to always be careful and good around him. I was hurt when he made fun of some of the subjects I like, especially during times when I was feeling really tense, and I do wonder whether he knew it affected me, even though it was all done jokingly.

#Incas Lily #tc #tc community #teacher crush #male tc #tc challenge #march tc challenge

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runawaymun · 2 years

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1, 4, 13, 17 for the writing asks! 💙

writing ask meme

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I used to write exclusively in Calibri but now I prefer either Arial or Georgia. I find them easier to read. If I’m struggling with my work or editing I will change the font. Usually to comic sans.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

ok so this isn’t one word but I am genuinely obsessed with combined words (i’m forgetting the literary term right now) from old (read: old english, icelandic, or ancient greek) poetry. Wine-dark. Whale-path. God-cursed. Mindgrief & bloodgrief. Treasure-child. Death-shadow. Sea-swirl. Hngggg g they make me go feral.

Like??

Around their mask-helmets golden boar-heads beamed to the sun flashed a war-gleam on fire-hardened steel signaled their weapons. They walked strong-stepping crested the sea-wall till they saw the glinting of that timber-strong hall trimmed bright with gold tall horn-gables towering in the sun high to the heavens Hrothgar’s gift-house its light shone forth over land and sea

Does this make you lose your mind or are you normal?

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Emotionally, there isn’t a lot that bothers me tbh. I like the exploration. But in terms of things that I just sort of muddle my way through and feels like trudging through sludge: action sequences, politics/intrigue, and time jumps. I have such a hard time with these and they always take me forever to dissect and get through.

I also struggle a lot with writing any kind of genderfluid, enby, or trans characters purely because while I’m bi-leaning-pan I’m very cis and I a) do not understand the experience from a personal level and b) am terrified of getting it wrong. This means I don’t have good representation in my work and that really bothers me.

Slow-burn romance, trauma recovery, gothic horror, eldritch horror, and sci fi/fantasy worldbuilding descriptions come out of me like water though. Also character’s interior thoughts. I have to edit out a lot of naval-gazing.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

There’s a lot here that I could talk about but one thing i’M SO MAD that I didn’t remember to work in anywhere is Thalionel and Elrían’s relationship with animals.

In their background experience, dogs are scary & will rip your face off and constantly were used as a weapon against them. Horses are off-limits unless specifically you’re sat on a horse. They do not actually know how to ride and wouldn’t think to ask, and also wouldn’t really feel comfortable with riding-- it would take some getting used to. There are a lot of ingrained mental blocks there because that’s not for them. That’s for real people.

Dogs especially I wish I could explore more. Imladris fam are big on having dogs (Elrond’s hounds are descendants of Huan). So I know at some point the kids were introduced and had to become accustomed to having a dog around and having it be Fine. This is not Fine at first. There’s a lot of initial panic and fear there. The Eotheod hounds chase, hunt, and are socialized to be aggressive (especially with thralls).

So anyway I might have to go back and write a couple of oneshots because a) Elrond with animals makes me melt and b) i’m very mad that I didn’t find the time to explore this. It happened sometime during the first fic because I know that by the end of it the kids are pretty used to Elrond’s dogs being everywhere around the house.

#out of uniform #LOVED these thank you!!#and the stars shine the same #beneath a boundless sky

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boneyfaun · 1 year

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hello! I see that you're doing a matchup, may I request one 🤩?

I use she/Her pronouns, my mbti is Enfp 2w9 and I'm a scorpio. I have long curly blonde Hair and blue Eyes. I have even an undercut under my hair, mostly because I tend to have so much tangle in that place that it's difficult to deal with them. My type of clothes is generally ad Edgy one, but a little bit elegant (such like lace body or lace t-shirt/top with bright colors etc).

Most of my closed ones tells me that my voice calm them so sometimes I tend to sing or talk out of nowhere just for calm the situation around me :'). I'm a little introverted around people I don't know, but when I start to do a conversation I don’t finish until my throat dries up or until I know by myself that I’ve talked too much. I’m vengeful of people who hurt my closest friends and family, but in those moments I tend to give advice and to reassure them because I don't want to be a burden and 'cause if I start to argue I could make it worse :'). I like stay in my room and listen some music or play genshin, but I don't dislike go out with my friends/partner and have fun outside. I'm the clown of my group (I’m the kind of person who starts joking because I like to see their loved ones happy) but if I'm in a serious situation I don't waste time to start talking seriously. I'm even clumsy so, well, I tend to walk behind o forward for not bump with someone, and when I'm at home I hit every angle of the house :'). I'm a dog person (I even have a dog myself) but if you let me meet a cat I start to cuddle them too lol. I even like to learn some new clues of every kind of argument and I like to know more culture and language, I study psicology because it intrigue me. I'm not particularly lovey-dovey in a relationship, I like stay in my world. My love language is Quality time and physical touch (indeed, I like to hug or just stay in company with my partner or friend, just the fact that we are in the same room warm me up). I wish to do more things that I normally do and have some new experience with more adrenaline. I even tend to say yes to whatever my friends/partner ask if I think that would be okay and safe for us. I hope I didn’t write too much but I didn’t know how to do it, I took inspiration from other people’s requests (obviously putting everything of my own, in fact it is confusing lol)

Thank you so much and I hope you have a nice day❤️

I might just be in a mood to write Women but I also just think this dynamic is soft and genuine, so I pair you with Ganyu!

She is so soft spoken and kind I just think it would, work? I don't think Ganyu would ever not admire your comfort to speak so openly and protective nature. Plus, if a character is ever going to understand the idea of being concerned of being a burden leave it to a character who appears to have some form of anxiety and natural affinity for working to understand and want to help push back those concerns. I just think it is a very comfortable dynamic and I think your soothing voice would be very nice for the evenings she might feel a bit coiled up with stress and need someone to tell her to take a break.

Also I imagine her love languages are very much the same as your own. Quality time is very important even to someone who is three thousand years old and might even be more so with her more sentimental nature. Time with her is calming and easy, and most likely quite snuggly as well. I think she just very much likes a good cuddle to help take a nap. Additionally, with her experience as an quilin I do think she would be a nice match if you ever wanted to explore and try new things. She won't take you anywhere dangerous, but she would love to show you places she remembers far more fondly from a time when she walked with archons.

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emilemily · 2 years

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My interview went so well, almost unbelievably well. My stuttering was at a minimum, I was relaxed, I spoke professionally, and I did my hair and makeup so I know I looked great.

I feel extremely confident about this, but am also very aware that I might not get the position given the amount of people who are vying for it. I’m going to remain cautiously optimistic.

I usually interview extremely well in person, but virtual interviews are difficult for me. This one just wasn’t the same. Can’t quite place my finger on it, but I felt such genuine warmth from the woman who may be my boss. She was incredibly kind, empathetic , and stressed the importance of mental health and work life balance when working on her team.

I think the culture of this company would be perfect for me, and I couldn’t imagine a better opportunity at this moment. But like I said, I’ll remain realistic albeit optimistic and hopeful.

This medication is really helping me. My mindset has shifted so much in these last two weeks. I no longer feel weighed down by my thousand pound past. I no longer feel the need to dwell in it any longer. I used to sit and agonize over certain situations that arose in years passed, wishing things could be different. I’d ruminate in an almost torturous way.

But now I’m feeling mentally present, self aware of my emotions and I’m able to deal with them. I don’t worry about what has happened, what could happen, what simply cannot be. I embrace each day eagerly. Every morning I wake up with a smile and talk to my dogs. I kiss their faces and tell them I love them before taking them for a walk and feeding them.

Don’t get me wrong, I have always taken care of my dogs because they’re, in a strange way, my children. I adore them with every fiber of my being. But when I was so depressed, those tasks became such a chore that I’d have to peel myself out of bed to do.

Coming back from such a dark, lonely, depressed place is my biggest flex. I fought taking this medication for months before finally doing so and I’m so glad I powered through the initial adjustment phase. It’s working… it’s actually WORKING.

Is this how normal people feel all the time? I used to look around at people enjoying their lives and would wonder how they were so happy. Now I feel that myself.

Medication doesn’t solve it all. You can’t take a pill and expect it to change your entire life right away. Change requires (in my case) medication and a surplus of effort. Sticking with it through the initial unsavory side effects, going to therapy, getting up every day and being productive. It requires a lot of work. And nobody who is still a passenger on the boat I am getting off of will fully experience those benefits until they’re ready.

I still have some unpleasant side effects from time to time, but I’m so much happier. This is my comeback. If I don’t get this job after all, then at least I know I tried and I REALLY tried. I’ll give that same effort as many times as it takes to secure the best position for myself.

Let’s fucking do this.

#personal #viibryd

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okhellko · 4 months

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To revolt the pretty intercourse is pretty

Ambre Gao

“真正的才华是无法荒废的，才华会一路鞭挞你往前走，让你收敛就会极度痛苦。今天重新读马斯洛的书印证这一观点，他写道智力是需要发泄的，是强烈表达欲的一种，这种表达欲对应起来其实就是对大多数人的一种讥诮。知性美跟智性有什么关系，知性是温和无害，但是聪明人的嘴角总是有一丝若无若有的讥讽，漂亮的脑袋里肯定有绝对锐利和杀伤力，你捂住嘴巴它就不小心从眼神跑出来，掩藏不了。而那些二十来岁就看起来相当世故的人，必然是street smart远高于book smart，情商远高于智商的一类人，最多只是不自知罢了。前者是潜力的一种，后者对成年人来说约等于存量。”

From Trainspotting 1996(pic)

好辣的甜椒(Introduction)

As time goes, an inevitable question unfolds itself, adorned with complete cost and prospects. I look around and contemplate, declaring war to the foreseeable joys and sorrows. Genes for living under the primal rules are rooted with inheritance and evolution. Especially for females under masculinity, it’s their instinct to foresee danger and seek for survival. After all, the reluctant and sluggish ones are eliminated by natural selection. Many women can grasp insight from external phenomena through a single glance, and my vision is even sharper than other fellows.

I scoff at the notion of the so-called "kind and harmless qualified template. " I find it challenging to restrain my excitement for brainstorming, pursuing a pure intellectual balance, and gradually replacing traditional physiological differences and secular notions of happiness, I am building a romantic club by deep thoughts and colorful roses.

To Invade your thoughts, offend your experiences, one needs to join your track.

"I sense horror, I want to have a drink. " This is a closure of the last word from a young scholar in my bachelor institution. Three years later, I accidentally enrolled in a course taught by his colleague Qing Liu. It was said to be a class, but everyone sat around a table, chatting about everything under the sun. The only thing tacitly avoided was the departed, perhaps the School of Political Economy knew far more than we did, but not too much, because "the dead tells no tale. " The Latin name for the round table is Mensa, also the name of a high IQ club from Oxford, implying that people of equal intelligence sit together equally. I wrote about it on the same day two years ago, perhaps understanding the meaning of the round table naturally made me feel a sense of closeness and participation in this course.

A year later, I repick the same sentiment. At the same time, a typhoon hit Shanghai, the lighthouse of the old youth in Paris passed away with Godard, the already dispersed British Commonwealth was on the verge of collapse, absurd social messages continued to come, and meanwhile I ate some fruits. Linked data without proper logic absurdly forms connections in my personal narrative. Sometimes, under the illumination of the macroscopic sky, I think of you, making my emotional mechanism more humane while useless. I always think that one should laugh at the world in all its forms. However with the increase of insights, I think, it’s time to unsheath my blade instead. My world is sinking, my spiritual home in Europe has also perished by its own doing. I am indignant, declaring war, grieving and resolute.

I like you to show your casually confident demeanour like walking a dog, stop writing that united but shameless resentment. The crowd is puzzled, unable to understand profound things. Everyone has their own fulfilment, the difficult part is that you must invent a soothing tone during writing. You are expected to have forgiveness, service awareness, and the duty to protect the dignity of the masses in theory, which makes you extremely clueless and busy. The author's hand hangs in the air, like a lingering hammer, exterminating ignorance or the temptation to mislead the public. To write or not to write? Write. I am reading, with a pen in hand.

My social creed lies only in matching. Only matched knowledge can make me genuinely happy and moved from the bottom of my heart. On the contrary, I allow you to hurt, deceive, and defeat me, but you should never offend me. Intelligence and passion are shrouded in broader ignorance, and many people spend their lives in vain, exhausted from survival to death, just as masses of the disorganised pre-Qin Dynasty thoughts. Therefore, I try to uproot myself and become an agile and reasonably detached person.

If you succeed, criticism is merely an obstacle, not a fact. Because in this world, there are no facts, only positions. Those who cannot obey their own wills have no choice but to obey the others. The superior wisdom is not about fighting for good cards but about what clock we should leaving the gaming table tonight.

Sometimes I face heavy snow alone, sometimes I'm lucky. You would be providential that I am that wrong choice in your life.

逐渐地，一道必选题在我的生活中徐徐铺展，具备完整的代价和前景提要，我环顾而思索，向可预知的喜悲宣战。丛林法则之下生存基因是在传承和进化的。尤其是父系制度女性，那是她们预感危险、求生存的本能，毕竟迟钝的那波人已然被物种淘汰。很多女性对外部事物现象一眼便知，这一眼我比同类更为准狠。

我对“善良无害化的合格模版”嗤之以鼻。我难以克制对于头脑风暴的激动感，追求纯粹的智性抗衡，并希望借此逐步替换掉传统的生理机能差异和世俗意义上的幸福。我营造以思想为准绳、辐射一地浪漫的俱乐部。

侵犯你的思维、冒犯你的经验，就在你的赛道加入你们。

我恐惧，我要喝点酒。这是我的本科学校一位青年学者遗言的结尾。三年后我偶然选修到其同事刘擎的课程，说是上课，其实所有人坐在同一个圆桌天南海北地聊，默契地轻轻避开的只有逝者，或许政经学院知道的远比我们多，但也不会太多，因“死者背负着太多秘密”。圆桌的拉丁语是Mensa，亦是来自英国牛津的高智商俱乐部，意指智力相等的人平等地坐在一起。我曾在前年今日为此发文，或许是了解圆桌的涵义，令我对这门课程有天然的亲切和参与。

又一年后我重新浅酌，与此同时台风登陆上海、巴黎旧青年的灯塔随戈达尔而逝、荒诞的社会讯息接连而至、余晖已散的英联邦摇摇欲坠、我吃了一些水果。毫无逻辑关联的数据诡谲地在我的个人叙事中构成链接，而在宏观天空的照耀下我有时候会想起你，这使我的情绪机制更为人性化但无能。我总认为，应该对百般世态抱以嘲笑。但伴随底蕴的增加，我想，应该向世界亮出我的剑。我的世界在沉沦，我的精神家园欧洲亦已自取灭亡，我愤慨故宣战，我悲恸并坚定。我喜欢你们遛恶俗的自信像遛狗，别再写那团结又无耻的幽怨。

人们神情困惑，无力理解深刻之物。人是有各自去处的，难的是你在写作期间必须发明一种很安抚的语气。你在理论上被期待具有宽恕的修养、服务的自觉、守护群众自尊心的义务，这令人极度茫然、忙碌。作者的手悬于半空中，像迟迟不落的音锤，剿杀愚昧还是妖言惑众? 还写不写了? 写。我在阅读，有一支笔。

我的社交信条只在于匹配。只有匹配的智识能使我自心底愉快和感动，相对的是我允许你伤害、欺骗以及打败我，但是你永远不应当冒犯。人性的聪敏多情都由更广阔的愚昧所笼罩，很多人终生向外诉诸虚妄，疲于生计和死，正如先秦思想所载的乌合之众。因此我尝试将自我连根拔起，成为一名敏捷的人且合理抽身。

若你获取成绩，批评就只是阻碍，而不是事实。因为这个世界没有事实，只有立场，若你不能听命自我，就只能受命于他者，上等智不是争夺好牌，而是今天几点离开游戏桌。我时而面对无人大雪，时而走运，中途还会通知我就是你的败笔。

#young writer #english writing #female writers #artist #writing #Spotify #sapiosexuality #Mensa

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akaraboonline · 1 year

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This Is How You Will Know If You've Found The One

Being in love is a difficult feeling to put into words. It's a kind of joy mixed with genuine affection, contentment, and a dash of ecstasy... or something like that. People say that when you know, you know — and they're right. If you're having a lot of intense and confusing feelings and want to know for sure if you've found the person you're meant to spend your life with, here are a few things to consider.

When You Know, You Know

It's an overused phrase, but it's true. This isn't about convincing yourself that everyone you date could be your future spouse. It's all about listening to your instincts and trusting them to lead you in the right direction. It's as if something in you clicks and a small voice in your head says: This is it. This is your man. It can be difficult to believe that you can tell when you've met "The One." In general, the signs aren't necessarily loud and flashy. They don't smack you across the face and shake you to the core. Instead, they are a bone-deep realization that everything feels just right. The puzzle pieces fit together. That's something unique.

How You’ll Know You’ve Met “The One”

You can be yourself around them. You know those strange things you try to keep hidden in public? You don't feel compelled to hide them around this person, and you never worry that they'll judge you or think negatively of you. You want the same things out of life. Your future plans complement one another. They'll be a professor, you'll be a writer, and you'll spend your summer days relaxing in your mountain cottage. Or you'll be a mother, and they'll bring you bread, and you'll raise a lovely family together! Whatever your goals are, they will all come together. You’re both equally committed to the relationship. You've probably had lengthy discussions about it as well. The prospect of settling down together and never sleeping with anyone else bothers neither of you in the least. In fact, it sounds quite pleasant. You don’t miss being single. You used to feel a twinge of envy when you looked at your single friends in previous relationships. But you don't think about it anymore. When you do, it's simply to relieve yourself that you're no longer in the dating scene. They get along with your friends, and you get along with theirs. You may not be best friends with all of their drinking buddies, but you get along well with them. You spent nights at the pub with your partner's crew, and they spent days at the beach with yours, and everyone was satisfied! This is always a good sign; just because you love each other doesn't mean you won't need and want to spend time with your friends. You can work through arguments in a healthy way. There is no screaming or acting out, no "ghosting," and no negative energy. You both express your thoughts and feelings clearly and are willing to compromise when necessary. You also know how to give each other space when your fights have died down. Furthermore, you can always tell the difference between minor squabbles and more serious issues. You enjoy doing even the most boring things together. When they're there to keep you company, sitting in the doctor's office waiting room is far less boring. Even mundane tasks like grocery shopping or dog walking become more enjoyable when done together. Isn't that wonderful? People always mention how happy you seem. Despite the fact that your relationship's "honeymoon period" has long passed, you still have that same glow of being in love that you did at the start, and everyone can tell. It's all in your expression, how you carry yourself, and how you interact with others. Your heart sinks at the thought of spending any extended amount of time apart. While you understand that time apart from your S.O. is sometimes beneficial, you still dread the occasions when you must be apart. And you know you'll be talking to them every day when it does arrive. They make you want to be a better person. When you're with him, you want to look your best, work your hardest, and pursue your dreams even more, not because they pressure you to be a certain way, but because they inspire you to be the best version of yourself that you can be. You make each other laugh like no one else can. Getting stomach pain from giggling so much is a common occurrence in your house, but it's still a great ab workout! Nobody gets your silly jokes and bad impressions like they do, and vice versa. It's almost as if you speak a different language. You’re happiest when they’re happy. You're low when they're low. You're high when they're high. Seeing them happy is what brings true inner peace. You don't need another person to make your life complete. It's that feeling you get when you know you've met the one. That's all there is to it. Read the full article

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 3 years

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twould be motherfucking spectacular if i could get more than three uninterrupted hours of sleep

#it is genuinely difficult to tell if a person or a dog is walking around the kitchen #ah the fridge opened it's a person #but my landlord watches late night talk shows until like eleven thirty #lets the dog out around one-one thirty #gets a snack around two thirty-three #and wakes up to make a full breakfast at six #like my guy you have classes to teach when do you fucking SLEEP #part of the issue is that the beautiful exposed beams in this apartment are bc the contractor (or my landlord) didn't want to make #the effort to put a real ceiling in #so it's just floorboards no insulation nothing #and bc it's dry and col they have contracted a smidge and sometimes there is grit on my kitchen counters from ppl just walking around #upstairs. and i don't wanna tell them they can't walk around in their own house!#but by god this is a less than compatible living arrangement and it would bother me less if i wasn't trapped here 24/7 #since we're full on whinging now (why are you still reading this) i feel like i have tride very hard to be gentle and understanding #during these unprecedented times and the same has not been extended to me #~*i gotta start regular therapy again but that's a whole fucking conversation with my boss*~#tbd #frank don't reblog

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gloryofluv · 3 years

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How the First Four Brothers react to MC with ADHD

Due to my ADHD and knowing the severity of the highs and lows, here’s my take on the boys reacting to such a situation. First Four. Hope you like it.

Here’s the last three brothers and bonus additives!

Lucifer-

Would have found out through Diavolo but didn’t think much of it. His brothers were already ridiculous, it was going to be difficult to deal with a human let alone an idiot human. Cue the grumbling complaints prior to your arrival.

However, after meeting you and realizing you actually did seem to be less of a nitwit, he pays more attention. Fidgeting. Social anxiety that isn’t read in your face but body language. Variation of sleep and forgetfulness, but always so willing to keep trying harder to impress.

Well, that’s a delightful difference. Maybe he needed to understand this a bit better. He sits you down casually and finds a subtle way into the conversation. Maybe mentioning you seem quite talkative at times and tired at others.

Explaining it to him is easy, even if he doesn’t react. He may not fully understand your view, but he can sense it is a topic that makes you uncomfortable. Presses very little. No, instead, this demon will ask Barbatos for information. Probably in a way that might seem insulting. “The human seems to be lacking in a curricular front and I need information on their issue.”

Takes extra care once finding out specific issues and how to alleviate them. Maybe through suggestions. Asking Beelzebub if he’d seen the human eat today. Asking Satan to assist the human in their studies. Pulling every fucking string imaginable to make your life easier in the Devildom. After all, this has to be successful.

Your smile and less socially awkwardness helps too. He enjoys it and soon praise is a regular routine from him with little harsh critique at your failings. Watching you flourish summons feelings in his chest he hadn’t had in eons. He just wants to keep nurturing you… from a distance. Well, he’ll try from a distance.

Mammon-

ADHD boy himself. He hears about it from Satan and snorts it off. Fuck that. Stupid irregular human.

However, after meeting you, this baby boy is hooked. You talk fast when you’re happy, you randomly collect things that don’t make sense to others? Oh, you like to do impulsive shit too? Sign him up. Although it’s always gonna be his idea, no human could ever affect his decisions!

Soon you’re praising him. Patting him on the head when he helps you. Genuinely, you’re the nicest mess he’s ever met. Never bullying him. Always being supportive even if he fucks up. What the fuck? Did he just meet the love of his life? He could kiss you, but you know, you're human!

You never say no to his antics, but definitely don’t let him have everything he wants either. It’s so frustrating and sexy. No way, not sexy. Nope. Just annoying and he loves the way you have a list of things you ask yourself to remember before walking out the door.

You forgot your bag!? Hold on, he’ll get it. He does that a lot too. You forgot your water bottle? Not to worry puny human, the Great Mammon will get you one. You need help cleaning your room for a surprise inspection by Lucifer? Shit, let’s throw everything under the bed and forget it! None of it will matter anyway. That’s tomorrow’s problem.

What gets him the most. THE MOST. Is your sad moods. He gets them too. Instead of being a false ego and vocal, he’ll just crawl on the bed with you and listen to you talk. Cue puppy dog eyes and blushes. He will tell you stories of all the times he fucked up to make you feel less in your feels. Laugh with him and not at him, and he’s a goner.

All in all, he doesn’t get the specifics, but he understands YOU. He may gripe and moan, but this sweet boy will be your best friend, (Maybe more, ya know, if you want?) through the best and worst times. Just don’t tell him you don’t love him. Rejection like that would crush him as much as it does you.

Leviathan-

Oh geez. Another idiot normie with problems? Don’t sign him up to help.

Finds out you like video games because you get nervous around people and can hyper focus on them if they’re good? Welcome to becoming his best friend! He will encourage you to find ones you like from his vast collection. He will explain the details of their importance and potentially wreck you in competitive ones.

Totally relates to having a poor sleep schedule. Stays up all night with you on insomnia riddled ones with a fresh anime. Even if you’re not an okatu like him, he will explain the plot and offer his snacks.

Wants you to never leave his room. Don’t join the normies!!! They judge! Stay with the shut-in and have fun, p-please?

Realizes he probably has several of your problems after you physically stim by twirling your hair or sweater string for hours. Realizes it more when he has to remind you to drink because humans are weak.

Loves. Your. Praise. Won’t praise you back at first until your intimacy level is higher. However, he will always offer to buy you cool things that you couldn’t afford with your impulse buy list on Akuzon. Welcome to Levi’s ultra tight friend circle.

Doesn’t care an iota about your disorder, just knows you understand him and wants to keep you all to himself. Lucifer warned (threatened???) him several times not to hold the human hostage with snacks and video games as bait.

Satan-

ADHD. Ah, a human disorder. Immediately gets all the reading material he can find. Finds out that this is going to be an interesting experiment. Even more intrigued and doesn’t show it, but prepares for all the possible scenarios of how this could go in the Devildom.

When he meets you, he’s standoffish, but not unkind. He knows enough now to know it’s not personal that you don’t want to talk because of anxiety, even with demons. Takes mental notes of everything you do in the first couple of weeks. Sleep schedule, eating habits, hygiene. All the routines that make him your own personal stalker.

When he finally approaches you, it’s when you're huddled in the library at the bay window with the curtain surrounding you. He kindly asks you what you're doing and you say it’s to make you feel less overwhelmed. You have a project due and it’s your first one.

He offers help and a less loud place to do it so you both aren’t interrupted. That’s when he finally gets you alone to talk. While you're doing the project he mentions he’s been brushing up on ADHD. He also asks if he can continue to help you study if you want a companion, knowing it’s more difficult to focus alone.

He is the equivalent of your own personal trainer in a sense. He offers many avenues on how to handle the Devildom and even offers to tap into his contacts if you need anything. Starts to think of you as a cat. No shit. Pats your head when you do well. Makes sure you’re eating, reading, and overall happy.

You still can’t tell if he’s doing it because he’s continuing this odd research or because he wants to. However, even with his masked smile and standoffish nature, you still wheedle into his heart. He could never get angry at someone who just tries SO HARD to impress him.

Absolutely appreciates that you join him on pranks that have to do with Lucifer. That’s the only impulse he feeds. Well, that and you curling up with him and a book until you are snoozing against him. Yes, he strokes your hair like a cat and smiles.

#obey me fandom #obey me headcanons #headcanon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #adhd #obey me mc #obey me brothers

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atsukashii · 3 years

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Hi is it ok if I request y/n x kuroo & she/her & ☀️ & pink please?

smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that

✘ hey google: how do you tell if a guy is flirting with you?

✘ GENRE: fluff

✘ WARNINGS: aged up characters, bookshop au

✘ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

“I’d like to take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring in your own snacks.”

Closing your work locker, you raise an eyebrow at the familiar six foot, raven haired guy, who smirks down at you as if he just won first prize. In cringe worthy pick up lines? Yeah he can take that medal.

“Are you calling me a snack?” You ask, adjusting the strap of your bag.

“Will you go out with me if I say yes?” Kuroo asks again, wagging his eyebrows at you teasingly, and you immediately know he’s messing with you.

“Not a chance.” Offering him a scathing glare, you spin on your heels and slip out the front door of the shop. When you’d first gotten the job at the small bookshop near your house, you'd have been ecstatic. Although you’d been less ecstatic about your new colleague who you’d never met before in your life, but had been slipping you cheesy and corny pick up lines every day for months.

You didn’t even know that there were that many ways to flirt with someone, but alas, Kuroo proved you wrong every shift. At first, you’d been a flustered bumbling mess trying to come up with a response, but as you caught on to how his hazel eyes glinted with untamed mischief, you’d decided that Kuroo wasn’t your favourite person.

That wasn’t to say that you by any means hated the guy, there was no way you could when he was literally one of the nicest people you’d ever come across in your life. He held doors open for you, and would volunteer to carry the new boxes of stock out back because they were heavy - although you had an inkling that was partly to show off. In the end, Kuroo is sweet, kind, and hilarious. But he thinks that hitting on you every day, and asking you out as a joke is also hilarious.

And it’s hilariously pissing you off.

Because somewhere down along the way, between the angel references and calling you a ‘cute-cumber’ you’d found yourself smiling at the lines. You found yourself anticipating getting to work shifts with him, just to see him and for the chance to witness the familiar rogue smile and the pure giddiness that emits from his very being.

But to him, it was a joke. And that left more than a bad taste in your mouth.

Adjusting your bag once more, you try to slide the store door closed behind you to keep the aircon inside - a stark contrast to the summer heat bearing down on you. Before it can close completely, a hand rolls the glass door to a stop and you find yourself once again looking up into hazel eyes.

“Not finished?” You snipe back, having reached your quota of fake flirting for the day. Kuroo doesn’t flinch at your tone, or maybe he just chooses not to notice judging by the smile that graces his face. Maybe, just maybe you could eventually get over him. It’s not going to go anywhere, if it was going to, he wouldn’t have waited literal months to make a move. So maybe, you can let him go.

“Oh I have plenty more for you princess, but I just thought you might want this first.” In his hand is a copy of the book you’d been reading behind the counter of your shifts. Blinking twice, you realise it’s got similar dog eared pages and a crinkled spine from continuous use - that's your book. Instinctively you peer into your bag on your shoulder, and alas, it's empty. With an empty mind, you take the item from Kuroo’s outstretched hand, and offer him a quick thanks as you try to swallow the emotion in your throat.

“You’re most welcome. Walk home safe, I'll see you tomorrow princess.” Kuroo responds with a rogue wink that has you flushing from head to toe. His knowing grin proves that was the response he was looking for, so you quickly shove the book in your back and practically run from your work - swearing that you can feel his gaze on you the whole way home.

Yeah, there’s no chance you’re going to get over him.

This is cemented on your next night shift. You stand behind the counter, your eyes glancing up from the book you’re reading to the group of teenage girls giggling amongst the young adult isle. Really, it should be an actual law for people to be as quiet in bookstores as they are in libraries.

The door opens once more, and you begin to groan internally at the thought of even more rowdy teenagers coming in, but instead Kuroo slinks through the door in all his six foot two glory. Dressed in his work shirt, some black jeans and his usual sneakers, he looks good and the bastard knows it from the raised eyebrows he shoots you when he catches you looking. You don’t reply, but instead turn back to your book, ignoring him and the gaggling teenagers who suddenly shut up as he walks past them to go to the back room. You can’t blame them as their eyes stay glued to his every movement. Kuroo walks like he was meant to carry the world on his shoulders, but instead spins it like a basketball on one finger. As if the most difficult things for him are effortless. Like a god amongst men. Okay, let's not go that far. If he ever heard that, his ego would asphyxiate everyone from here to the south pole.

“Do you like my shirt?” Kuroo’s question has you turning around before you can stop yourself, but you’re all levels of confused as he holds the hem of his shirt in pinched fingers away from his body. His shirt? It’s his work shirt…

“Uh it’s your work shirt…” You manage to mumble out, brows still furrowed, completely baffled.

“Yeah but its made of a different material.” He points out, moving closer to you, only looking up from his shirt and to you when he’s standing only a few feet away. “Boyfriend material.” His grin is actually blinding, so you’re not sure if you’re squinting from that, or from the way you scrunch up your nose in distaste at his line.

“I hate you.” You grumble, turning away and looking down at your book once more, letting your hair fall over your cheeks to hide the flush splashed brightly across them.

“Hate me? Why must you hurt me so princess?” Kuroo jokes, and you find yourself getting more and more disappointed as he grows quiet and begins to start on his own work for the shift. It’s not until you both notice the gaggling girls practically drooling on the floor at him that you decide you need to take your break.

Closing your book loud enough to startle the group of girls and the guy flicking aimlessly through a volleyball magazine at your side. “I’m going for my ten.” You offer in explanation as you try to move out back. You don’t get to even make it past the counter before there's a warm hand wrapping around your own. Kuroo’s hand completely engulfs yours in the best ways and you can’t help but gape at it as it pulls your walk to a stop.

“Are you alright?” He asks, drawing your eyes reluctantly from your entwined hands to his face, and once you spot genuine concern there, you hesitate with your response. How do you say that no, you’re not okay because would you be if the person that you liked jokingly asked you out on a daily basis for months on repeat? But never meant it?

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Kuroo doesn’t let go just yet, but instead scratches the back of his neck with his other hand nervously.

“You know, if I'm honestly bothering you, please tell me. I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable y/n,” He offers, shame and hurt flashing brightly in his eyes - and it shocks you stupid for a few seconds. It takes you an added moment that he’s talking about his teasing. Wait, he thinks he’s bothering me? Is he?

“Kuroo, if it was bothering me I would have told you alright?” You say softly, your gaze drifting back to your hand. “I mean sure sometimes it can be a bit much but that's mainly because I'm an idiot.” Not expecting those words, Kuroo’s nerves bleed into a confused frown that has you wanting to reach up and thumb away the line between his pinched brows.

“An idiot? Princess, if what I'm saying is bothering you-”

“It’s not what you’re saying that’s bothering me, it’s the joking.” The second the words leave your mouth, you wish you could reach out, grab them, and shove them back down your throat, because the way Kuroo drops your hand as if it burnt him hurts more than you thought it would.

“Joking?” His tone is utterly perplexed, and this time, you’re the one looking back at him with confusion. A loud laugh barks from his chest and you immediately feel embarrassed for absolutely nothing. Kuroo is laughing so hard and obnoxiously that tears actually crest the corner of his eyes, and at this rate you’re ready to just walk out the door if it means you don’t have to deal with this embarrassment for another second.

“You mean to tell me, that all this time you thought I was joking?” Kuroo gets out between laughs, and you feel your stomach drop at his words. What does he mean did you think he was joking? Was he not?

Your silence is answer enough because he runs a hand through his thick dark hair and leans back on the counter behind him.

“Jesus Christ Y/n!”

“You would laugh at me after you said them!” You defend, pointing an accusing finger in his way. How could you not think he was joking when he’d laugh at you, his whole being the very embodiment of mischief when he would say his lines.

“Because your face would go red and you’d tell me I was an idiot under your breath, because it was cute!” Kuroo rebuts right back, trying once more not to laugh, and you can’t help but groan. You cannot believe that this entire time, he was actually trying to ask you out on a date. Well, you can’t fault his perseverance and tenacity.

“Kuroo,” you grumble, bridging your fingers and pressing them to your forehead in thought, just trying to calm your raging heart at the fact that this is happening.

“Y/n,” he grins right back, and you can feel him closing in on your position before you can even see him. But once you open your eyes again, letting your hands fall from your face, Kuroo’s stunning features are right up close and more beautiful than you’d thought.

“Does this mean that you’ll go out with me when I ask this time?” You really do try for your pride's sake to not flush at his words, but heat still crawls up your neck and Kuroo’s growing smile tells you that your mental attempt to stop it isn’t working.

“Yes, I will.” You say, letting the smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

“Good, I'll remember that for my new line tomorrow.”

✘ A/N: more fluffy kurro for ya day, y'all i am l i v i n g for this man rn

#special event 🧚‍♀️✨#lols writes #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo fluff #kuroo imagine

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years

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love languages

Small headcanons on the love languages of Aizawa, Toshi, Hizashi, Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog.

Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa’s is definitely any form of physical touch. It’s difficult for him to vocalize his thoughts and feelings so he relies on his body. And his body is nothing but warmth and comfort.

Your touch isn’t only comforting, but it’s grounding and reliable as well. After a nightmare, an anxiety attack, or just a difficult day, feeling your hands and hearing your heartbeat is a constant reassurance he’s safe. The flashback or nightmare wasn’t true. Your body is what’s real and present. It makes the panic go away.

Shouta also uses physical touch as a way of communication. He knows it’s hard to ask for help or to say you need a break from the crowd. It happens to him. It can happen to anyone. He’ll squeeze your thigh, silently asking if you’re okay. You don’t need to verbalize a response. Simply shake your head for ‘no’ or smile for ‘yes.’ When he starts feeling overwhelmed, he’ll tightly grip your hand, asking if you and he can leave.

He likes receiving words of affirmation. They don't have to be flowery words pomped up with ridiculous adjectives. That would get annoying to him. Tell him you love him when he gets home. Whisper how much he means to you when he’s laying on your chest. Hearing your delicate praise for him just existing in your life means so much. It warms his heart. Not that he’d ever say it though.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshinori is a mix of quality time and physical touch. His life has been bombarded by cameras and people. Getting time with only you is critical to your relationship. On Saturday nights, turn your phones off, relax on the couch with a glass of wine, listening to soft music, and talk. It doesn’t matter about what- your week, your jobs, your current projects, a recent movie you saw- just talk to each other. A partner actively listening with a smile on their face is something he never thought he would get.

Touching is simple but important. Lean on his shoulder as you watch TV. Kiss his knuckles when you're holding his hand. He'll sit behind you and wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your upper back. Just cuddle. Just let him feel cherished and treasured and safe. Your body against him is the most secure thing to him.

You’ll notice there is a small sprinkling of words of affirmation. After a difficult night, a note will be on the counter, complimenting and encouraging you for the day. Toshi’s texts are full of love and gratitude and cute pictures to make you smile. He doesn’t realize he does it half the time. It’s become an instinct to check in with you throughout the day.

Yamada Hizashi

Words… just a lot of words of affirmation. Sometimes, he doesn’t expect you to listen. He knows he babbles on and on. But sometimes, his words catch your attention. He’ll talk about you, how much you’ve done for him, and how much he adores you. And when you sit down and actually engage in his interests, he bursts. If you recognize his loving words, it’ll only grow.

It should be noted that physical touch is also important. Though he isn’t as vocal about it. The way he squeezes you isn’t him being clingy. It’s him needing to feel your body as a way to recharge his energy. Your importance and willingness to just be in the moment with him calms his often racing mind and eases his muscles.

If yours isn’t receiving gifts, it might become just that. Trinkets, candies, toys fall out of his pockets. Whenever he sees something he thinks you might enjoy, he scoops it up, even if you only put the little fairy statue on the shelf. He wants you to know he appreciates you and is thinking of your happiness. Your smile is beautiful and he wants to see it as much as possible.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

Taking walks, cooking, and going to museums is important quality time to Taishiro. They’re not big, venturous dates. They’re only simple times you can spend with each other. Tip his nose with cake batter while you’re trying out a new recipe. Kissing, dancing, and laughing until you’re nearly peeing your pants is something he wouldn’t want with anyone else.

He clears parts of his schedule to assure he’ll get enough time. If it’s been a while since he’s had distraction-free, one-on-one time with you, he starts to feel weird. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you or gets angry if you’re busy. He just wants you. Your laugh, your questions, your love hooks him and when he’s deprived of it, he’s left wanting and waiting.

Receiving gifts lets him know you were thinking of him. They don’t have to be big. In fact, he prefers smaller, near ‘unremarkable’ ones: a coffee mug with a little bag of candies, homemade bread, or just a new box of UNO cards. He’s always beyond enthusiastic when you give anything to him. And he’ll plant so many smooches on your cheek.

Gang Orca

Whispered words of affirmation in a dark room while you’re snuggled together makes him so warm. Though he’s grateful for any words, telling him he’s beautiful and you love him for him nearly boils his heart. He can’t blush but he will nuzzle your neck, hiding from your smile and tender words.

Kugo gives acts of service. He wants to help you with everything. He can change the light bulb. He’ll throw your clothing into the washer when you’re tired. He carries the bags in from the car. Helping you with everyday tasks is how he wants you to know he cares. He wants to take care of you. He wants you to know how important you are. Because you are his top priority.

Do it back to him and he’s flustered. People don’t take care of him. He’s strong, a top Hero, and a leader people follow. They never think of helping him in smaller, more meaningful ways. After a long, tiring day, he still wants to cook for you. Tell him to take a bath and relax while you make dinner. Throw his Hero costume in the wash for a deep clean. And rub body salve into his skin when he gets out. He appreciates your full-blown attention. The effort, as little as it is, is unable to be explained by him.

Physical touch weighs heavily in Kugo’s mind. It’ll take a while for him to be comfortable with a lot of touching. Like when you take care of him, he’s thankful for your mere presence. And like Toshinori, intimacy isn’t something he’d think he’d get in life. So when you ask to lay on his chest to fall asleep or kiss his knuckles as he’s leaving for work, it washes over his being, registering that someone genuinely wants to be with him.

Hound Dog

Ryo doesn’t need grand adventures and brainy words. He merely needs you next to him. Quality time on the couch or going out for drinks on a Wednesday afternoon is more than exceptional. It takes some time for him to grow attracted or attached to someone and he savors any nighttime hangouts with you- no complications, no distractions, just you and him.

Not to compare him to a canine, because he’s still clearly a person, but those times build your bond much like when someone gets a new dog. Mutual respect and relaxed, entertaining time together assure him you’re actually in the relationship, to be in the relationship. You aren’t looking for a hookup or using him to pass the time until someone better comes along.

Give him gifts. He won't know what to do. Whether it's a new flannel or a movie he really wanted. It means a lot. Few people have taken the time to listen to what he needs and when you come home, giving him a better brush for his fur you happened across, his heart flutters. It’s a new, alien, but very satisfying feeling.

He’d also welcome any snuggles (physical touch).

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