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#the first question stressed me tf out
saltytyrus · 6 months
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remembering that time in 5th grade when I was stressed asf over having to switch classes and having like, 5 different teachers and I ended up (poorly) doing 13 pages of math textbook hw... The homework board had said, "P. 1-13" 😐 so I spent all night (or weekend, can't remember) with my family freaking out because I couldn't do all the problems for all 13 pages OF MATH :') and they were like????
I think my mom wrote me a note explaining that I was struggling and that's why it's half-assed completed. I handed it in, and the teacher started laughing and giving me pity in front of the entire class because "P.1-13" meant problems, not PAGES 😭
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joelscurls · 2 months
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pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader
words: 7.2k
summary: Frankie Morales is your best friend — until a drunken hookup tears you apart.
warnings: 18+ minors dni; friends -> enemies -> lovers, TF characters without the TF plot, no Tom (in this house we hate Tom), alcohol consumption, smoking, angst, jealousy, pining, Frankie & reader being idiots in love, explicit smut, size kink, brief mentions of drunk sex, bad / regretful sex (between reader & OC), oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, multiple orgasms, use of pet names (bebita, querida, baby, etc.), grilled cheese as a love language, happy ending, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything!
a/n:  thank you so much to @javisashtray & @pedgito for beta-reading this for me <3 this is for all my frankie lovers out there (aka bitches with good taste). dividers are by cafekitsune. follow @joelscurlsupdates for fic notifications! enjoy :)
Frankie Morales makes the best grilled cheese you’ve ever had. Perfectly golden bread; gooey, melty cheese — just the thought of it makes you drool. He says he has a secret ingredient. Won’t let you in the kitchen while he cooks for you, lest you find out. 
Sometimes, upon entering his apartment, you can already smell melted butter. He’ll have started on one without even asking if you want it. He knows you always do. 
Sit, he’ll shout from the other room. I’ll be right there. Feel free to put something on — but please, not 13 Going on 30. You’ll thank him and question his distaste for Mark Ruffalo in the same breath: you’re the best, but it’s not my fault Matty is the dream man.
He’ll bring you the wafting plate along with a Corona, and insist that you eat before it goes cold while he makes one for himself. Ever the gentleman, ever the friend — at least he was.
Because the two of you haven’t spoken in a month; not since the drunken hookup that you’re both pretending didn’t happen.
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You’d laughed the entire cab ride home from the bar. That last round of tequila shots had left you feeling good, all warm and giggly, and Frankie mirrored you in the backseat with his drunken grin. Eyes glassy, lips pulled wide, he’d smacked you lightly on the shoulder as you recalled Santiago’s pitiful loss in that third game of pool. “When he pocketed the eight-ball…” he trailed off into another fit of laughter. 
“And then—“ you attempted, voice caught in your throat as another giggle barreled out. “—the cue hitting his drink!” Your entire body folded over, hands braced on Frankie’s thighs as the two of you struggled to regain composure. Through labored breaths, you squealed. “He’s never going to live that down!”
After a few particularly stressful months at work, you lived for these nights out with your friends. You’d met Frankie through your best friend Mal, who was dating his friend Benny, and your circles had eventually meshed into one. Sometimes it felt like it had always been that way, like you’d known the guys your entire life.
Especially Frankie.
Your friendship was a special one — punctuated by frequent trips to the movies to watch the latest horrible slasher film; by nights spent yapping on the phone about nothing in particular. He’d become a constant in your life. Never, in your right mind, would you even dream of doing anything to jeopardize that— 
“You look really hot tonight, by the way.”
He shouldn’t have said that. He shouldn’t have. But then it was you who leaned in closer, you who rested your hand on his hip and plucked the Standard Heating Oil cap off his head, placing it atop your own.
It was you who kissed him first.
He deepened it though — that was all him — large, restless hands grasping at your sides, your back, your face; tongue pushing past the seam of your lips to press against yours. He’d groaned into your mouth when the cab stopped at the curb in front of your building. Cursed under his breath when you pulled away.
And then, your voice ragged and breathless, you’d asked, “do you want to come in for a bit?”
It was a mistake. A horrible, blissful mistake. Waking up with sticky thighs and Frankie’s thumbprint bruised into your hip, you’d found his side of the bed cold; your inbox empty. He hadn’t called, hadn’t texted. Still hasn’t.
The aftermath is cursory glances. Half-assed greetings and pleasantries murmured across the bar. Which you don’t mind, really. You don’t want to speak to him. He’d probably just feed you some lie about losing track of time, not remembering what happened that night.
You wish you could forget it.
The visual is fuzzy; fleeting. But his voice — god, his voice — it still rings in your ears, drips at the nape of your neck like a leaking tap: fuck, baby, knew you’d take my cock; feel so good wrapped around me.
Your friends don’t know. They can’t; they wouldn’t let you live it down. Benny has made plenty of offhand comments already about you and Frankie being perfect for each other, having the same stubborn disposition. Mal does nothing to shut him up. Instead, she encourages him. Tells him he’s so right. 
You’re pretty sure your eyeballs are going to fall out someday from glaring too hard.
Because you’re not perfect for each other — far from it, actually. Fuck, you can’t even communicate effectively. How could you ever be in a real relationship? 
Not that you want that. Frankie is…well, Frankie. Sure, he’d felt undeniably incredible on top of you, inside of you — but he isn’t the type to settle down. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever heard Frankie talk about dating. 
Besides, he’s clearly not interested in being anyone’s anything right now. Not even your friend. 
It hurts; cuts deeper than you care to admit. Just weeks ago, you’d spent an entire weekend at his place, marathoning the X Files and gorging on cold pizza. Now, he won’t even look your way for more than a few seconds. 
Won’t make you a fucking grilled cheese.
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It’s a Friday night, which means you’re meeting your friends at Sid’s. The glow of neon seeping through the windows of the old dive bar is warm and inviting as you step out of your rideshare and make your way toward the doors.
Frankie is sitting at the bar with Santiago when you enter. Hunched shoulders, narrowed eyes trained on his bottle of Corona, he appears detached from whatever Santi is saying to him. He doesn’t acknowledge you when you stroll up to them — not until his friend’s hand lands hard on his back, pulling his attention away from the beer. He offers a half-assed hello and an even more half-assed half-hug, and then he’s sliding back onto his barstool. 
Ever-oblivious, Santiago doesn’t seem to notice the way Frankie curls in on himself; the way your back is up like an agitated cat’s.
Mal and Benny turn up minutes later, immediately ordering a round of shots for the group. You down the liquor eagerly, not bothering to lean on salt and lime to numb the sting. You want to feel it. You order another before joining Mal and the guys at a pool table in the back, letting the acid slide down your throat with no more than a wince as Santi racks the balls.
“Alright Fish, you’re up,” he says. “Me and you. Whoever loses buys the next round.”
You watch as Frankie quirks a brow at him. Takes a swig of his beer. “You sure you want to make that bet, Pope?”
Santi grins; nods confidently. “Hell yeah, I do.” The rest of you don’t bother to suppress your laughter. You catch a glimpse of Frankie, head thrown back, his broad, glistening neck exposed, and you have to fight to ignore the sudden panging in your chest.
When Santi inevitably loses, you order a vodka soda. You’re already feeling a bit tipsy after two shots in less than twenty minutes, so the drink goes down smooth; quick. There’s a rush to your head as you settle back at the bar and fiddle with the wrapper to your straw, letting the slightly soggy paper roll between two fingers.
You barely notice when Frankie slots in a few seats down, your attention drawn only when you hear his voice. It’s deep — sounds just like it did when he had his chest pressed to your back in the dim light of your bedroom — and his intonation nearly gives you whiplash. 
When you snap your head up to look at him, you find he’s speaking to a woman. Her back is turned to you, long, dark hair tossed over her shoulder and her elbow resting casually on the bartop, but you imagine she must be beautiful by the way Frankie is visibly fawning over her. You’re staring, you hear her tease. Can’t help it, comes his reply.
Something like discomfort builds in your throat. Rises up up up. You take a long sip of your drink, letting vodka and sugar push it down. 
You’ve never seen Frankie flirt with anyone, apart from you. It’s strangely unsettling, listening to him smooth-talk her. I’m a pilot, you know, he brags; could take you up in the sky someday if you wanted. Her giddy squeal comes seconds later; really? You’d do that for me?
You feel bad for her. She doesn’t know yet that all he’ll do is disappoint her.
He feeds her lines as you sip on your drink, citrus and grain burning only when he tells her: yeah, I came with friends; they’re all over there. Gestures toward Benny, Mal and Santi standing around the pool table in the back.
Scoffing, you stand from your seat at the bar and retreat to the patio. You don’t bother to check if Frankie is looking. 
It’s cooler here, a sobering breeze carrying salt air with it as it wafts by. A few patrons have spilled outside, most smoking on faintly glowing cigarettes as they talk and laugh boisterously among themselves. You’d planned to sit alone, to plant yourself on a bench and enjoy your drink in solitude. But then a stranger is approaching you — a man, cigarette grasped between two of his fingers — and he’s asking you for a light.
He’s in his mid thirties, if you had to guess. Curly, dark hair sprouts every which way from his scalp; rounded, green eyes studying you as he awaits a response. He’s tall, though not as tall as Frankie.  His shoulders aren’t nearly as broad and his chest isn’t quite as wide. His t-shirt hangs loose around his torso, swallowing his narrow frame — dissimilar to the way Frankie’s button-down clings to him. 
Then again — why are you even comparing? Maybe the opposite of Frankie is exactly what you need. 
You’ll have to seduce this stranger first, though. Not that it seems like it’ll be very difficult. His eyes are already raking over you, lips turned up at the corner as you take a casual sip of your drink.
“I don’t smoke,” you admit apologetically. 
“Ah — that’s alright.” 
He has an accent; midwestern, maybe? You don’t bother to ask. You don’t care, really. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is—
“You here all by yourself?”
“Yeah,” he laughs at your lack of subtlety. “Are you?”
“No,” you say. “My friends are inside.” Lowering your voice, you add, “but I was thinking about leaving soon.”
“Why’s that? Early morning tomorrow?”
You shake your head. Rub at your neck as if working out a knot, a contented hum pushing past your lips at the press of fingers into skin. Your stranger’s eyes trail rather conspicuously downward.
“Just over it,” you sigh exasperatedly. “I’d much rather be home…in bed…out of these clothes.”
You pull gently at the strap of your dress, as if you can’t bear the sensation of it against your shoulder any longer.
Your stranger’s gaze darkens, and the grip on his box of cigarettes grows tighter.
“You uh — want some company — once I find a light?”
Too fucking easy.
“Sure,” you giggle.
He slips away only for a minute or two, giving you just enough time to second-guess yourself. You know nothing about this man, not even his name; only that he smokes American Spirits and smells like tobacco. Should you really go home with him? 
But then you think of Frankie inside  — talking up a woman at the bar, pretending that you don’t exist — and that just about makes up your mind for you.
Your stranger reappears, now-lit cigarette dangling from his lips. The tip of it rages red and angry, and you think you know how that feels.
He smirks at you as he stuffs the pack into the front pocket of his jeans. An unceremonious silence hangs in the air as he sucks on the filter and puffs out a string of smoke. You wait patiently for him, quietly. 
He snuffs the butt of his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. Takes your empty cup and discards that too. 
Can’t wait to get you home, he whispers in your ear then. You feign arousal, peering up at him and batting your eyelashes. Me neither, you mewl. Let’s go.
You lead him back through the bar, finding Mal and letting her know that you’ll be going. She seems a little perplexed, quirking a brow at you as you grip tightly onto your stranger’s arm, but she tells you to have fun anyway. Text me, she mouths as you make your way to the exit.
You only get a few feet, though, before you’re intercepted.
Frankie is blocking the door, arms crossed, a panic-stricken look on his face that you can’t quite comprehend. “Hey,” he says, “can I talk to you real quick?”
Your stranger backs off. Lets go of your arm and starts out the door. “I’ll wait outside,” he says, slipping away with a wink before you can protest.
The bar is bustling with noise, people in every corner drinking and laughing and dancing. Strangely, though, you’ve never felt so alone. So vulnerable. And you hate that Frankie has this power over you, the innate ability to make you feel so fucking small. It’s infuriating, it’s—
“Are you sure you want to leave with him?”
“Excuse me?” you scoff. 
Frankie stares you down, face red, eyes inky-black. “You don’t know this guy, do you? What if he’s a murderer or something? Or like — a pervert?” 
He’s grasping at straws, you know it. It’s why you laugh; roll your eyes. 
“What are you, my keeper?”
“No, it’s just — I’m just concerned for your safety, okay?”
You’re briefly stunned. After weeks of ignoring you, he cares about your wellbeing? How can he be so hypocritical?
“I’m fine,” you bite back. “Why don’t you go back to your girl at the bar? Worry about getting yourself some instead?”
He’s wounded, if only slightly. His lips part like he might retaliate, but he’s silent. Dejected. Satisfied, you brush past him. March out the door without so much as a parting glance.
Finding your stranger leaning against the bar’s brick exterior, you force a smile. He outstretches a hand and you take it, reluctantly. “Ready to go?” he asks. 
You’re not so sure anymore, but you nod anyway. Squeeze your stranger’s bicep and preen under his lustful gaze when he tenses in your grip. “Yeah,” you purr. “I’m ready.”
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Cold air bites at your toes the following morning. It wakes you from a deep slumber; bitterly pulls you into consciousness. Confused, you yank at the covers. But a mysterious weight holds them in place, and only then do you remember then that you’re not alone. 
Eyes sliding open reluctantly, you scan the room. Your dress from the night before is draped over the chair in the corner, your stranger’s clothes piled up on the floor nearby. He snores next to you, an arm raising to hang above his head, and you shift. Slip out of bed and pull a t-shirt on before padding into the bathroom.
Early morning light spills across tile, bounces off the mirror above the sink. You squint, shuffling over to the window and yanking the blinds closed. Then you check for damage in your reflection. Your makeup from the night before has stained your cheeks and your eyes look as tired as you feel, but otherwise there appears to be no physical evidence of your rock bottom.
The sex wasn’t great — not even good, really. Your stranger had lasted all of three minutes, had fanned his hot breath across the shell of your ear as he came, and then collapsed on top of you. Rolled over and drifted to sleep. He’d started snoring before you could even process what had just happened.
Cold water splashed across your cheeks does nothing to cool the burn of regret that scorches your skin. You feel uncomfortable, almost as if your body is tainted, now, remnants of your stranger leaking from between your thighs as you steady yourself at the edge of the sink. 
He must’ve heard the tap, or maybe the pounding in your chest, because he emerges seconds later. He yawns and stretches, feline-like, in the doorway. “Hey,” he mutters. “How’d you sleep?”
“Pretty good,” you say, eyes twitching slightly as you will them to stay put above his waistline. 
“You always up this early?”
You nod. It’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that you’d nearly jumped out of bed at the sight of him still there. He doesn’t need to know that for a split second, you’d almost hoped it was Frankie.
He asks if you want to get breakfast. You shake your head in faux-sympathy. “Sorry, can’t. I was hoping to get some cleaning done.”
“I could stick around and help,” he offers. 
Jesus Christ. Just take the fucking hint.
“That’s so nice of you; I’m just more efficient by myself,” you lie again. 
If Frankie were here, he’d grab the cleaning rags out of the closet just off the kitchen. He knows where they’re kept: second shelf, on the left. He’d wipe down the counters and the coffee table while you’d work on clearing dishes, disposing of pizza scraps. And he’d probably put on his dad-rock playlist — against your wishes — though you’d inevitably find yourself dancing to Foo Fighters and giggling when he’d sing along and mess up the words.
It begins to sink in then, as you shoo your stranger, now dressed, out the door, that your attempt to use sex as a way to get Frankie out of your head was useless. He’s still there, refusing quite adamantly to budge, all mussed curls and big eyes and deep voice. There’s no evidence that he’ll be leaving any time soon.
The revelation renders you nauseous. You spend the rest of the day with a hangover that you’re sure has not been induced by alcohol. And by the time night falls, darkness descending over your bedroom like a fog, you still feel sick.
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A week later, you drag yourself to Benny and Mal’s for their monthly game night. You’d tried to get out of it, told Mal you haven’t been feeling great — which isn't a total lie — but she’d begged you until you broke. 
Will is coming, and it’ll be the first time we’ve all gotten together in over a year, she’d whined through the receiver. 
And then-
I know things were weird between you and Frankie last time at the bar, but you can’t let that stop us from seeing each other.
How do you know that, you’d asked, chewing on your bottom lip, the phone tucked between your ear and your shoulder.
He basically moped around the rest of the night after you left. Kept bitching about you leaving with that guy. He seemed really…agitated. You don’t have to tell me what happened, just please don’t bail.
So you’re here, steeling yourself as you climb the steps to the front door, hoping that if nothing else, you can make it through the night without strangling Frankie for his lack of discretion. 
You enter the house with baited breath.
Your eyes immediately catch Frankie, tucked into the corner of the sectional, fingers wrapped tightly around his beer. He meets your gaze briefly before letting it slip to the floor by his feet, as if he’s trying to pretend he hasn’t seen you at all. 
“Hi,” you try.
He looks back up at you, or rather past you. Taps his fingers along the bottle for a long moment. “Hey,” he says finally, to the wall behind your head.
“How have you been?” the words come out forced, almost foreign. You shift your weight awkwardly and he sighs. 
“Fine. I’m fine.” 
“Right,” you mutter. More silence. “Me too, in case you were wondering.”
“Good,” he says, voice cold. “That’s good.”
You’re not sure whether you want to slap him or kiss him. Because as infuriating as he’s being right now, he looks gorgeous, denim shirt hugging his biceps, his shoulders; stray curls peaking out from under that stupid Standard Heating Oil hat. You yearn to rip it off his head, run your fingers through his hair, nip along the sharp line of his jaw; the broad expanse of his neck.
You long to feel something other than the prominent ache that’s permeated your body for weeks, now. And you fear that he’s the only one who’d be able to alleviate it.
Your mouth opens again just as Benny emerges from the kitchen. Whatever words you were about to utter are lost in the ether as he pulls you into a suffocating hug and thanks you for coming. 
“Mal’s in the kitchen,” he says. Grabs a handful of Lays from a bowl on the coffee table and shovels them into his mouth. Still chewing, he adds, “we got those wine coolers you like; they’re in the fridge.”
With a hurried thanks, you slip away unscathed.
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You find Mal crouched in front of the open fridge, rustling through a produce drawer stocked with beer cans. 
“Hey,” you announce. 
She seems almost surprised to see you when she cranes her neck toward your voice, despite your promise to show. Eyebrows raised, mouth slightly agape, it’s as if she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. She pulls another drawer open. Fishes out a wine cooler and passes it to you with an outstretched arm. 
You take it in one hand. Help her up with the other. 
“You’re here,” she says, and it sounds like more of a question than a statement. 
“Yeah. I said I would be.”
“I know, I know. It’s just — I wasn’t sure. The whole Frankie thing…” 
“It’s nothing; I promise,” you lie. “Water under the bridge. We’re fine.”
She quirks a brow at you, disbelief coloring her features, but she lets it go. Closes the fridge with a thunk and adjusts her sweater at the hem. “Good,” she says. “I don’t want you two ruining game night.”
It’s half a joke, but you know deep down she means it. She takes this all very seriously. Back in college, she’d forced you and your suitemates to play Cards Against Humanity with her every weekend. None of you had the heart to tell her when it started to grow monotonous, and so the tradition carried on well past graduation, eventually evolving into a new tradition with new friends.
Games bring people together, she’d said once over a round of Monopoly that had stretched well into the night, resulting in delirious laughter and a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest.
You’d believed her at the time. Now, you’re not so sure that it’s foolproof.
The two of you rejoin the guys in the living room, Santiago and Will having shown up in your absence. You greet them as Benny pulls out a stack of game boxes. Settle on the couch, as far away from Frankie as you can manage.
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It starts during the second round of Charades. 
The first round had gone fine — good, even. Teamed up with Santi and Will, you’d avoided eye contact with Frankie for the whole of it. Focused only on guessing Santi’s horribly-mimed clues in between handfuls of trail mix and sips of watermelon-flavored bubbles.
It’d felt a bit like old times, all of you in one room again. Mal snuggling into Benny on the loveseat; Will catching his brother up on time spent touring the country, giving motivational speeches to recently discharged veterans. He’d asked you how you’ve been as Santi studied his next word, and you’d remembered then that everything was very much not how it once was.
And you hadn’t missed Frankie’s discomfort at the question; the way he set his beer bottle down on the table with a bit too much force, glass clanging against wood. Though if Will noticed too, he hadn’t said anything. Just moved into a story about some woman he met on the road that reminded him of you.
Santi’s turn had ended with a whopping zero points for your team, and now Frankie is standing at the front of the room, unfolding the scrap of paper in his hand and reading it to himself. In the lull, you find yourself staring at him, eyes near glazing over at the sight of the tiny paper pinched between long, thick fingers. Fingers you remember the reach of, the weight of. 
He crumples the paper and stuffs it into his pocket, signaling that he’s ready to go. Mal flips over the sand timer on the table. And you almost don’t notice at first when he starts, mind occupied by equal parts lust and annoyance, that he’s fucking mouthing the phrase.
You watch, enraged, as Benny squints to read his lips. He raises his hand excitedly and jumps to his feet; yells out the answer with a sureness that Frankie affirms with a nod. 
“That’s right. It’s the Empire State Building.”
“That’s fucking cheating!” you shout, a bit angrier than the situation calls for, and the room grows quiet. Fury coursing through you, you add, “are you fucking serious, Frankie?”
You feel the eyes on you; the awkward sheen you’ve cast over the room. Mal shifts across from you, glaring when you turn to face her, and you laugh defensively. 
“What, nobody else thinks that’s unfair?”
“Please,” Frankie sneers. 
“No, she’s right,” Santi tries — ever the peacemaker. “We’ll just add a rule going forward; no mouthing the words.”
“Fuck that,” you hiss. “I want their point taken away.”
Frankie scoffs from the other side of the room. “Bullshit! We earned that before the rule was added.”
You’re fuming now, standing to get a bit closer to his height; though he still towers over you. Mal is right on your heels, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to placate you. You brush her off. Take another stride toward Frankie.
“There shouldn’t need to be an official rule against it, Frankie. It’s common fucking sense — which clearly, you have none of.”
Visibly offended, he says nothing. Just tenses his jaw.
“Why did you come tonight?” you continue, voice more level now; direct. 
You hear your name uttered behind you, tone pleading, warning. You ignore it. 
“Seriously, why?”
He’s quiet for a long, drawn-out moment, eyes pointed at the floor again.  
“What are you talking about?” he spits, finally. 
You laugh, amused and irritated, and these things somehow feel one in the same. “I mean, clearly you don’t want to be in my presence or even acknowledge my existence — unless it’s to cockblock me — so why are you here?”
His brows furrow; lips twist. For a second, you think he might actually leave. He adjusts his cap, jangles the car key in his pocket — but Benny stops him before he can take a step.
“Just — cut it out, okay? Both of you.”
“He���s the one-“
“I don’t care,” Benny interjects. Scanning the room, you catch sight of Santi and Will and Mal, all visibly agitated, and you sigh.
Guilt washes over you, then. The twisting of Santi’s face, Mal’s doleful stare, the wordless look exchanged between Benny and Will. All confirm your fear that you’ve effectively ruined their night. 
“I’m sorry,” you mumble. 
Frankie echoes your apology. Still, the others aren’t impressed. 
“I don’t know what’s been going on lately with you two, but you need to figure this shit out,” Benny says. He sounds like a parent: stern and slightly disappointed. “Can you please just — go in the other room and talk through it?”
Though you haven’t much cared for Frankie’s opinion as of late, you still turn to him to gauge his reaction. He appears just as hesitant as you are, just as guilt-stricken. But something more lurks behind his eyes — something like fear, anxiety. Why, you aren’t sure.
You raise a brow at him, a wordless question. He answers with a sigh. 
“Fine,” you both say at once.
“Thank goodness,” Mal chimes. Herding you two like cattle with a hand on each of your backs, she leads you out of the living room and into the adjoining hallway. 
Her voice drones behind you as you make your way toward the third door on the right. Shall we continue the game?
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The guest room is primly kept. It appears almost untouched at first glance, though you know that to be untrue. You’ve stayed here before, after blurry nights spent drinking shitty gin and singing karaoke. That must’ve been years ago now, though, after Mal and Benny first bought this house, and you begin to wonder if your tumultuous friendship with Frankie only made you neglect your friendship with her. And that only adds to the anger stirring inside of you — because what was it all worth, if it’s ended up like this?
Frankie closes the door behind him with a click, and the air in the room feels exponentially thicker. 
“What the fuck was that?” you hiss. 
He scoffs. “Me? You’re the one who freaked out and started an argument over nothing!”
“It wasn’t nothing. You were cheating.”
“Please.” He rolls his eyes. Takes two steps toward you. “That’s not what this is about and you know it.”
“Oh,” you laugh, “so you are aware that you’ve been an asshole?”
He says your name, voice suddenly lower, softer. Your entire body tenses as you struggle to keep strong, to not think about how it sounded in your ear in the midst of pleasure.
“I wasn’t trying to be-”
You throw a hand up; silence him. “Well you have been,” you groan. “You’ve been a huge fucking asshole. You hurt me, Frankie. You were my best friend, and then you just… stopped returning my texts. You won’t even look at me when we’re in the same room together. Did you regret it that much?”
The room goes still. You watch as Frankie’s chest rises and falls arduously, his eyes settling on you. They’re dark, pupils blown wide, squeezing shut as he exhales long and hard.
“No.”
You quirk a brow at him, confused.
“No?”
“No,” he repeats, averting his gaze. “And that’s the problem — I didn’t regret it at all.” His eyes lift slowly, finding you again, voice more sure when he adds, “I’ve wanted it for a long time”
You can barely comprehend what he’s saying, your heart climbing its way out of your ribcage and up your throat. You gulp, feeling the shape of it there as saliva slowly slides past. 
He takes another two steps forward, mere inches from you now, and your breath hitches.
“Do you know how difficult it’s been to look at you without getting fucking hard?” he whispers. “How many times I’ve fucked my fist in the past month imagining it was you?”
Your mouth falls open, stunned. “That girl at the bar-”
He shakes his head. “I thought maybe if I fucked someone else, it would help.”
“And did it?”
“I didn’t — I didn’t go home with her,” he admits, a little bashfully. “I couldn’t do it.” 
His hand lifts, then, cautious and shaky. It finds its way to your face, grazes your jaw so softly you’d think you imagined it if you couldn’t see.
“Why not?” you squeak.
He nods, as if he’s finally accepting something he’s known to be true, admitting it to himself before he does so out loud.
“Because she wasn’t you.”
It feels as if your entire world has spun on its axis. 
Without thinking, you wrap your hand around Frankie’s neck and pull him toward you, crashing your lips into his with a groan. He’s quick to respond, desperately tangling his fingers in your hair and winding his tongue around yours, a broken moan slipping from his throat. 
For a long moment, that’s all it is. It’s clashing teeth and restless hands; the draw of blood and the taste of it, earthy and metallic on your tongue. It’s the two of you, reconciling for lost time and unshared feelings and the overlooked need for each other through tangled bodies. 
And when you finally pull apart, his lips are swollen and his eyes are glazed over, and you’re sure you don’t look much different.
“Frankie,” you whine as his mouth latches to your neck, warm and wet. He doesn’t retreat; just hums against you. 
“Need you,” you say breathlessly. “Need you to touch me.”
His large hand skates down your front, under the waistband of your leggings. He presses two fingers against your clothed clit, and your knees buckle. You lean into him, bracing yourself with a hand on his chest as he begins rubbing small, deliberate circles into cotton. 
Lips trailing up to your ear, he nibbles at the lobe. Presses his tongue just behind the shell of it and sighs. “Been wanting this since that night. Want to make you feel good. Want to do it right.”
You mewl in response, high-pitched and too loud, and you have to bite into his shoulder to keep from crying out again. He’s still working you toward the brink, pace relentless, beseeching you every time you buck into his hand. 
There you go baby, that’s it; I got you. 
You know he does, can feel the support of his unoccupied hand at the small of your back, holding you to his strong body. And god, how you’ve missed the feeling of it pressed to yours. You think that that alone could make you come.
You feel yourself slipping as your orgasm approaches, legs slumping underneath you more and more with every pass of his fingers. “Frankie,” you warn, teeth still anchored in his skin. “I’m going to-“
The words are muffled, but he gets it. Presses down harder and works his fingers faster. “Come on baby,” he growls in your ear, “come on.”
Your orgasm hits you so hard that you collapse, your body dead weight in Frankie’s grip as you writhe. He grasps onto you tightly, working you through it with his unyielding touch, swiping back and forth, back and forth as the final waves crest. 
You’re panting when it ends, and still when Frankie helps you to the edge of the bed. Perched there, staring up at him with glassy eyes, you realize you’ve never felt so sated and so needy at the same time.
“Frankie?”
“Yeah, baby?” 
“Please fuck me.”
He should probably say no. After all, you’re in your friends’ guest room, people just a few hundred feet on the other side of the door. But then again, he’s already made you come.
You watch him consider it, eyes flickering to the door and back to you, dark and deep and pooling with want. 
In the end, he can’t help himself.
“Can you be quiet, querida?” 
You nod, though you’re sure that even if you said no, he wouldn’t care. He’d do just as he’s doing now: pressing your shoulder, encouraging you to lay down on the bed; helping you pull your sneakers off, then your leggings, then your shirt; stepping back to marvel at your half-naked form before him. 
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and your entire body heats from the inside out. You feel like you’re on fire, his stare keeping you alight as he undresses down to his boxers.
He climbs over you with a hand on either side of your head, pressed into the mattress. The lip of his hat bumps you, and you immediately rip it off of him, tossing it aside and tangling your fingers in dark curls. 
You tug at them, dragging him down until his face is hovering just above yours, and he responds with a strangled moan. His body pressed to yours now, you can feel the weight of his hard cock against your clothed pussy. Your mouth finds his again in a languid kiss — slow and deep. You feed each other sighs and moans, taste each other’s longing. His hips roll into yours with every exhale, teasing you — reminding you, and you feel like you’re steadily going insane.
He pulls back, panting. Rests his forehead on yours.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, plucking at the strap of your bra. You nod furiously. Lift the upper half of your body so that he can undo the clasps.
Breasts suddenly exposed, you feel your nipples begin to harden. Frankie groans at the sight of them, so pert and needing. Wordlessly, he dips his head, buries his face in your chest. His tongue wraps around one of your nipples and you cry out, hand flying to your mouth in an instant. 
“Oh fuck,” you moan into your palm.
“Feel good?” he asks, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he shifts his focus to the other nipple. You feel so sensitive everywhere, the heft of his tongue going straight to your clit, and you can barely answer him. A shaky yes tumbles from your mouth — the best you can do. He hums, so low the vibrations burrow under your skin and barrel through you, and you keen at the sensation.
“God, you sound so pretty,” he sighs as he rolls one of your stiff peaks between two fingers. His other hand drifts down your body, dips between the two of you and pulls your panties aside. 
“Fuck,” he curses, fingertip brushing over your seam just barely. “You’re soaked, bebita. That all for me?”
“Mhm,” you whine. “All for you Frankie; fuck-“
He’s shifts down your body, hooks both arms under your legs and drags you toward him in one swift motion, leaving you no time to process before his tongue is on your pussy. “Have to taste you,” he babbles drunkenly, plunging into your leaking cunt and lapping at you.
“Oh, oh shit,” you moan as he drags his tongue up to your clit. “Please baby, please.”
“I know; I got you,” he soothes. Then he begins to lave your clit with the soft flat of his tongue, warm muscle encircling the throbbing nub. Wide eyes staring up at you, he observes intently. Responds to every sound, every tell with a switch in direction or an increase in pressure. He’s so attentive, so desperate to make you come on his mouth, and it sends you into a sort of delirium. 
Your second orgasm hits you out of nowhere, slams through your body with so much intensity, you don’t even have the strength to warn Frankie before your release is gushing all over his face and, undoubtedly, the bed below. 
He growls against your cunt. Comes up for air and kisses you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he tugs his boxers down and frees his aching cock. Notches at your entrance without detaching his lips from yours.
It’s a stretch — you recall it being so last time too — though the alcohol had done wonders to loosen your body. Now, you feel every devastating inch of him as he pushes in. He’s gentle. Tells you how good you’re doing as he feeds you more and more of his cock. There you go, that’s my girl, taking it so well for me. And for some reason, him calling you his nearly makes you come again. 
He notices the way you preen in response. Thumbs across the slope of your jaw as he settles inside you. “You like that, baby? Like me calling you mine?”
“Yes, Frankie — fuck. Want it.”
You don’t specify whether you mean him or his cock. You’re not entirely sure. Not that it matters. You know he’ll give you both, give you anything. Can feel it in the way he gazes at you through heart-shaped eyes as he lets you adjust to him.
 “So fucking beautiful, you know that?”
Your eyes roll back and saliva pools in your mouth. “God,” you breathe.
“I’m serious,” he says, finally beginning to move. The slow drag of his cock brushes your g-spot and you gasp. “Was so stupid before, fucking you drunk. Wanna remember every second, every noise you make, every inch of your perfect fucking body.”
“Jesus, Frankie.”
He pushes back in with one deep thrust. Sets a pace that, while not rough, definitely isn’t gentle. You begin to babble and writhe under him. Hook your legs around him so he can get even deeper.
He groans. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“It’s so fucking good,” you cry. “Feels like fucking heaven, Frankie.”
“Nah, that’s you.” He lets his head fall on your shoulder, drives into you faster. Pants into the crook of your neck. “Perfect fucking pussy.” 
It ends all too quickly — with your fingernails dug into his back and his sweaty curls sticking to your forehead. Your cunt clenching around his cock, pulling his orgasm out of him just as yours begins to roll through you. You free fall from the cliff’s edge together, breathless moans spilling between your slotted mouths, his warmth flooding you and leaking from the place you’re still connected.
As the room around you slowly comes back into focus, you hear the sound of distant laughter. Benny’s boisterous chuckle and Mal’s much softer one. Clearly distracted, they’re likely blissfully unaware of what’s just happened. You giggle, covering your face as Frankie pulls out.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, prying your hands away. 
“We’re gonna have to get them a new bedspread. We just defiled this one.”
He stands, then, pulling you upright with him. You squeal as blood rushes to your head and your vision goes staticky. 
“Worth it,” he smirks. Gives you a chaste kiss. “Got my girl back.”
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You dress and rejoin the group as inconspicuously as possible. Pray they don’t notice the way you’re wobbling on your feet, or the sheen of sweat that’s coated your skin. 
“You sort everything out?” Santi smirks knowingly as you reassume your place on the couch, Frankie settling back into the corner.
“Yeah,” he mutters, refusing to make eye contact. 
“It’s about time,” Benny shouts from the kitchen. Frankie’s head shoots up, pivots toward his voice.
“What do you mean?”
He emerges in the doorway with a shit-eating grin. Mal stifles a laugh from the loveseat.
“Just saying it’s about time,” he shrugs. “That’s all.” 
Shit; apparently you hadn’t been as quiet as you thought.
The others chuckle as you and Frankie exchange a mortified look. The embarrassment is short lived though, Will clapping his hands together, asking what game you all want to play next.
An hour later, after a couple rounds of Codenames and another wine cooler, you head out the door with Frankie right beside you. It feels odd, not hiding anymore. But more so, it feels right. 
He leans you against your SUV under silver moonlight. Kisses you with plush, soft lips against yours; restless hands roving up your sides. Pulls back with a suspiciously large grin.
You cock an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says. “Just glad I stopped being an idiot.”
“I don’t know about that,” you tease, and he smacks you gently on the arm.
“Come over?” he asks, his hand draped over your waist. 
You think on it for only a second. Nod. “Yeah. As long as you make me a grilled cheese.”
“That can be arranged.” 
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emmyrosee · 2 months
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this is for the non curse bf!sukuna
when you first start going out he wouldn’t know what flowers to get you. he could ask you but- who tf asks their gf ‘hey what flowers do you like?’ he thinks that’s lame. so guy brings 5-6 diff flowers just for you.
can you imagine, him all tattooed and brooding buying you flowers in a pretty flower shop😭😭i’m crying :((((((
OKAY BUT IF HE DOES IT TO LIKE, ASK YOU TO BE HIS GF???
Like originally he was just going to take you out on a few dates, enjoy the company and yuuji and his Ma off his back, but that plan crumbled when he started to be the one to text you first. When he started to initiate dates. When he started to feel butterflies in his chest when you laughed.
Yuuji so graciously told him he had feelings and should cuff you before you get tired of him, and the idea swirls for a bit in Sukuna’s head before one night at four am, he storms into yuuji’s room and in a pure panic asks “how do I ask her out?”
Yuuji grumbles and throws a pillow at his brother, “flowers and candy, go back to bed.”
But Ryomen does anything but. Because there’s so many flowers and so many candies, how will he know which is your favorite? And as much as he’d love to ask you, it would ruin the surprise of being so excited at being his girlfriend that you’d have to say yes- a little manipulative, perhaps, but he’s not perfect despite what he says.
So he kinda goes… crazy.
He buys you all sorts of candy, everything from sour to chocolate, to even some cotton candy grapes and gummy bear watermelon and more candy flavored candy, all to put in a small bag that dangles from his thick wrist.
Next is the flower shop, and that’s even more stressful because how is he supposed to pick between roses and peonies and assorted and god knows what other breeds of flowers there are- one time, as a kid, he saw yuuji give a little boy a fistful of yellow dandelions, can’t he just do that?
According to the swipe of his credit card after picking out seven bouquets…. No. Apparently not.
He lugs everything out to his car with grunts of efforts, texting you telling you to be home because the smell of flowers is making him nauseous and the candy is probably melting in the warmth of the sun.
SENT please tell me you’re home?
Schnookums (god he needs to change that, why’d you ever put yourself as something so feral in his phone?) why, you coming over??
SENT no I’m making conversation
Tf
Of course that question means I’m coming over
Schnookums yayyyy okay 🥺💙
He scoffs before making a floor to your house, nerves making him speed a little too fast and almost run a few too many red lights, and he’s grateful that the cops he passed have mercy on him and let him get to your house without a ticket or handcuffs.
He gathers his bundle back in his arms and blindly makes his way up your driveway, using the sheer grace of the gods watching over him to not trip and crush everything under him. He sneezes god knows how many times, and once he’s finally at your door, he doesn’t know how long it takes him to knock successfully, but after 5 tries, he finally nails it.
And after a few short seconds, you open the door with a gasp of excitement. “What did you do!”
“I wasn’t- fuck!” The flowers start to slip as he tries to peer over them to look at you. You’re quick to make a move to help him catch them. “Fuck. God damn it. Ugh.” He clears his throat, “I wasn’t sure what flowers to get, so… I bought them all.”
“Whats in the bag?”
“An absolutely feral amount of sweets.”
You’re beaming at him, so excited between the gesture and seeing him that you immediately toss your arms around him, the crinkling of the bouquets being what snaps you back to life.
“Ah shit.”
“Sorry! Sorry!! I just… this is so sweet,” you say, smiling.
“Well, I uhh…. I wanted… you and I’ve been kinda… going out for a while….”
“Yeah?” You ask, and with the way your eyes widen and jaw slacks slightly, you know what he’s going to ask.
And he knows you’re going to make him do it.
“And I really… really have enjoyed it.” He takes a deep breath, “not sure why, but-“
“Shut up,” you snicker.
“But I kinda… want to do it. More. And… not let you do it with other people.”
“Okay,” you giggle.
“And I’m told the only way to do that is to make you my girlfr-“
“YES!” You scream, wrapping your arms around him again, and when he makes a noise of protest, you grab the flowers to put them on the ground, hugging him again tightly.
Tightly enough his organs hurt and his breath can’t get into his body, but this feels so right, so good and so comforting that he’d let you do it forever. He kisses your head and cradles it, letting the bag rest against your back.
“I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me,” you murmur against him.
He chuckles, “don’t thank me too much yet. We still need to find vases for all of these because I’ll be damned if I let my kind gesture die within twelve hours.”
“I don’t even know if I own a vase.”
He stiffens, and you snicker in his grip.
“Well then I hope your don’t like your kitchen sink too much.”
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emo-batboy · 5 months
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Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University
Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D
Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model
Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.
Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it
Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-
Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)
Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything
Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did
“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway
Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work
Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.
Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY
Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*
Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him
Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)
Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew
Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.
Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once
Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving
Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam
Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.
Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone
Makes a murder wall
Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people
Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*
Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time
Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad
Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*
Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM
Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)
Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*
Wears a suit to one of his finals
Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has
Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion
Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom
Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct
Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons
Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*
Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those
Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that
Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which
Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?
Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times
Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)
Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*
Okay that's all love you BYE
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glitterquadricorn · 6 months
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Another Leclerc - social media
+ summary: When rumors go around about another Leclerc joining the f1 grid, people automatically assume its Arthur, completely forgetting about y/n leclerc. She'll do anything for a formula one seat. Even if it meant going behind a certain driver's back. +pairing: none. + warning(s): sexism, google translate (I don't speak Italian nor French but if I have something wrong, let me know), like one curse word.
face claim: Lindsay brewer
+ author's note: for a while now I've been wanting to get back into writing, but writing fics stress me out, so I figured making social media/instgram posts will be a lot easier to put together. I've also decided to change how I do social media posts and I'm trying to figure things out, so in the meantime, bear with me.
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itsy/nleclerc: *insert Sebastian Vettel quote here*
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charles_leclerc: isn't that my jacket? ⤷itsynleclerc: If I said no would you believe me? ⤷charles_leclerc: give me back my jacket or I'll tell mom ⤷itsy/nleclerc: go ahead and tell mom, you snitch
user1: Charles and y/n is exactly how my sister, and I are whenever she burrows my clothes.
patriciooward: when are you going to let me drive your Ferrari?⤷itsy/nleclerc: never. ⤷josefnewgarden: she won't even let me drive it and I'm her teammate! ⤷12willpower: she's let me drive it ⤷patriciooward: Y/N! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! ⤷itsy/nleclerc: other than my beloved Ferrari, I only love my bed and my mom I'm sorry!
user2: this made me feel ✨poor✨
scuderiaferrari: you have great taste, miss leclerc ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thank you! :)
user3: you look real good in red liked by itsy/nleclerc
user4: I so badly want her to race for Ferrari with Charles! liked by itsy/nleclerc
arthur_leclerc: is there something you want to share with the class?⤷itsy/nleclerc: nope 🤐
user5: y/n clearly knows something we don't ⤷user6: you don't think she's the leclerc deuxmoi is talking about, right? ⤷user5: I hope not because Arthur honestly deserves that f1 seat more than her.
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scuderiaferrari: two-time indy 500 winner & one-time indycar champion and the first woman to be in formula one since Lella Lombardi, y/n leclerc joins Ferrari in 2026!
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itsy/nleclerc: this has always been a childhood dream of mine to race for Ferrari! grazie per questa sorprendente opportunità! (thank you for this amazing opportunity) liked by scuderiaferarri
carlossainz55: you can't be serious
charles_leclerc: papa and jules would be proud ⤷itsy/n_leclerc: I know 😭😭
pierregasly: Congrats little leclerc! ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thank you, mon frère (my brother)
josefnewgarden: I'll miss having you around ⤷itsy/nleclerc: you and misses are always welcome to come to Monaco ⤷josefnewgarden: we might just take you up on that offer
lewishamilton: hopefully this is a step in the right direction in making the paddock more inclusive and welcoming for everyone! liked by itsy/nleclerc
user1: y/n doesn't belong in formula one. ⤷user2: and the fact that she's replacing someone that didn't need to be replaced is astounding! ⤷user3: the pressure will be too much for her and she'll fail like past women who've tried to make it in f1 ⤷user4: I predict she won't make it to summer break before she quits ⤷user5: why is it so hard for you to comprehend a woman being in formula one? I mean, if you hate women, just say so.
user6: my daughter has expressed interest in karting because of y/n
12willpower: I wish you nothing but the best, kid. ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thanks, old man! 😘
user7: y/n signing to Ferrari is great and all, but I'm over here asking myself what tf is in the water in monaco because it should be illegal to be this good looking! ⤷user8: you're out here asking the real questions ⤷user9: all I'm saying is God bless mama Leclerc
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Chili man🌶️ How could do this to me? I thought we were friends.
Mini Leclerc What do you mean?
Chili man🌶️ Don't play dumb, y/n. You know exactly what you did.
Mini Leclerc Yes, I did sign with Ferrari. Yes, I did take your seat. You didn't sign an extension and they reached out to me. I saw an opportunity and I took it.
Chili man🌶️ I was getting ready to talk to Fred about an extension.
Mini Leclerc Early bird gets the worm?
Chili Man🌶️ You're a real bitch, you know that?
Mini Leclerc You think that's the first time a man, much less anyone has called me that? You know as much as I do that Formula one is a competitive sport and in order to get a seat, you may have to do some unspeakable things. Let me ask you a question, though. If the roles were reversed and you were me, would you have done the same thing?
*read*
Mini Leclerc you leaving me on read lets me know you would've. But I'll never apologize for my actions, Carlos. If you have any interest in IndyCar, I can give you some resources to help you out. Good luck in any of your future endeavors, Carlos.
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thank you to @lorarri and @majaverse for helping me out. they didn't have to do that, but they did, so this is dedicated to them! :)
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gayassbish · 5 months
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Genshin Siblings’ Reactions to Their Sister Having a Girlfriend!
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Genre: Fluff, slight crack, (minor Angst in Jean and Barbara’s part)
Reader: Female*
Characters: Ayato & Thoma with Ayaka, Lyney & Freminet with Lynnett, Jean with Barbara, and Extra! Aether with Lumine
Ayato & Thoma-
On a typical evening when Ayato was finishing his daily quota and Thoma was doing his last rounds around the residence, Ayaka boldly enters in, hand in hand with you.
Ayato immediately takes notice, wondering ‘who tf is this bitc-‘ Kidding, he’s just like ‘who are you?’ in his head. And Thoma smirks, as if he already knows something.
The thing is, Ayaka decided to come out to Ayato when she would eventually have a girlfriend to introduce to him.
So when Ayaka asks if the four of you could have dinner together, with her new “friend,” Ayato instantly thinks something is up. His main suspicions are that you ran away from home with your raggedy looking- But he is worried you’re either homeless or in danger. Not really thinking Ayaka wants to introduce a friend, not even taking notice of the way Ayaka looks at you, and not noting your body language around her.
After introductions, the four of y’all are sat around the square table (Kotatsu). Thoma brings a cake with writing saying, ‘Yay! You’re Gay,’ in frosting but it slips pass Ayato as he doesn’t take his eyes off you two.
Once Thoma sits down, Ayaka clears her throat and breaks the big news. “Okay… big brother please don’t be mad. I know you wanted me to remain single for the rest of my life and be lonely till the ends of time-“
Ayato interrupts, not happy with the accusation that is thrown at him. “What? What nonsense why would I want you to be alone? They would just have to be a sensible guy-“
“Ugh! would you let me finish?” Ayaka rolls her eye and interrupts her big brother back. Thoma gives you a soft smile, mouthing the words ‘You better get used to this.’ “Anyways.. like I was saying. I found someone and they’re not a guy so-” Ayaka turns to look at you and Ayato’s jaw drops.
“You’re not homeless?” Ayato exclaims, shock and surprise written on his face. Evidently, the news for Ayaka and you together hasn’t hit him yet.
“Ayato!” Thoma and Ayaka yell simultaneously, while you laugh. Ayato almost looks embarrassed at his words, but you chime in before he can say anything else stupid.
“No, but I am your sisters girlfriend if you’re okay with that…” You look to Ayaka and give her hand a squeeze. She’s been pretty nervous about this whole meeting and stressing about how her overprotective brother would take it. Therefore she came out to Thoma before hand and asked if he would be willing to help break the news to him.
Ayaka and Thoma eagerly eat up Ayato’s reaction. “So.. you won’t be pregnant right?”Ayato nods to himself. And everyone but him deadpans. “Yea, I’m okay with this. Why wouldn’t I be?” He smiles at y’all and watches how his sister gleams.
Ayaka runs over the table to give her brother a hugeee hug. “Oh my god! Ugh I can’t believe I was scared to tell you!.” Ayato gives his sister a hug back and she sits back down.
“Wait.. Thoma?” Ayato looks to the blonde who’s already laughing. “Did you-?”
“Know? Yea… look at the cake I made buddy.” Thoma points to the clearly rainbow colored cake. “It’s a fruit cake. To celebrate this fruity day.” Thoma explains all excited and quite proud of his work.
“Well I see that now.. gosh.” Ayato mumbles and digs in. He slices different pieces for everyone.
The rest of dinner ends in laughter and more of Ayato’s dumb questions. Like “how do women fu-“Where did you guys meet,” and “Who confessed first,” as both Ayato and Thoma anxiously hear your story.
P.S. Ayato’s biggest fear is that Ayaka would get swept up by some dead beat guy and boom hed become an uncle one day, so he’s really happy you’re here to prevent that hypothetical nonsense.
Lyney & Freminet-
When Lynnett calls her brothers out for a cup of tea, they immediately think something must be wrong.
After all, Lynnett never plans meetings. She doesn’t have too since they all live in the same house.
So they conspire with one another for the reason for this meeting on the way to the cafe. And when they enter the building and see their shy Lynnett laughing and giggling, sat next to someone… Lyney’s first thought is, ‘who is this clone of Lynnett?’ And Freminent looks as if he’s lost his marbles. After all, everyone that Lynnett knows, the brothers already know… well almost everyone, until you stringed along.
They both know that their sister likes women. So you being a girl is no surprise. Mainly because Lynnett’s not the most discrete about her likings. If she likes something, they’ll find herself in her own world staring at the object of her desire or find herself obsessed with it, like tea. (Actually I think that’s just a bRiTisH thing.)
Anywho, neither of the siblings have EVER seen Lynnett like this and their eyes immediately trace to the cause of her giddy behavior. You.
Lyney hesitates a minute before asking,“Uhhh Lynnett?” Lynnett turns to look at her twin, who wears a nervous smile. Lyney swears he feels a shiver down his spine, still not fully convinced the girl, who looks like an identical copy of him, is his sister. “Who that?” He points to you, so shocked he forgot his manners.
“Lyney! Don’t be rude! This is Y/N.” She turns to you, “my girlfriend.” Freminent’s shock didn’t show on his face until now, and Lyney is still in confusion. “I called the two of you here to introduce you guys since Y/N will be around more often.” She takes a sip of her cup of tea, “But that was it, so you guys can leave now.” She smiles and was about to continue talking to you as Lyney and Freminent both immediately pull up a chair.
“Waiter, two cinnamon teas please!” Lyney gets the worker’s attentions and turns back to Lynnett, “Oh we are soo here to stay.” Freminent nods vigorously in agreement and Lynnett sighs.
“Exactly! You can’t just introduce her to us and not tells us anything!” Freminent exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest as he huffs.
Lynnett warned you that they might not take the news too well. It’s been the three of them for god knows how long, and she didn’t think they’d be ready to see her get onto the next phase in her life with you.
But you told her this meeting would be good for the both of you. She wouldn’t have to be so cautious with you around the city anymore and could finally get rid of the rope she used for you climb through her window and meet her. Plus it was about high time her siblings knew about the two of y’all together.
“They have a point Lynnett. How can they accept us if they barley know me?” You look at her and she frowns. She just didn’t want to put you through the trouble of her brothers eating at your head :(. “Please,” You ask her earnestly and she sighs.
“Fine. Out with it you two. What do you want to know?” Lynnett glares at them, communicating with her eyes to not ask anything rude. “You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” She whispers to you and you squeeze her hand in reassurance.
“Oh me first!” Lynnett raises his hand to beat Freminent who slides back into his seat. “Why do you love my sister?” He analyzes you, preparing what he will say if you give him a bad answer.
“Well..” The brothers lean in to hear your answer. “What’s there not to love?” You say with a small chuckle. “But if I had to pick some of my favorite things about her it would have to be… how she looks at me… and how she tries to make sure I’m always okay in her own way. But I think the thing I love the most about her… is her independence.” You look to Lynnett who’s already blushing.
Freminent and Lyney look at eachother and it’s as if they come to an understanding that maybe you really are right for her. They usually aren’t so quick to trust someone at face value with some words, but they know. Lynnett has a wall around people and doesn’t let it down around just anyone. They trust that their sister is good at figuring out people’s good intentions from wrong, and if she’s opened her heart to you. Then they trust her. They trust her judgement of you.
“Well, I’ll admit thats not a bad answer.” Lyney rumbles, rubbing his neck, not so happy with his defeat.
“But I have one last question.” Freminent asks and the attention turns to boy who’s remained mostly quiet throughout this discussion. “It’s a really important one.” He looks to both Lyney and Lynnett, and it’s as if they both already know what he’s about to ask.
“Of course. Ask anything. I’m an open book.” You say with a calm smile.
Freminent takes a deep breath, “If you want to be a part of this family then… do you promise that no matter what you hear… or what you learn.. you’ll try to see things from our side?” All three of them look eagerly towards you.
Lynnett has told you seldom about her life outside of magic, but you know in your heart that no matter what, Lynnett will always be someone you cannot live without.
“We all have a story don’t we? …When you trust me enough to tell me yours, I know that no matter what I hear or see… I will wait for however long it takes to hear that story before coming to any sort of judgement.” You say softly, looking at them all and see the brothers tense figures lighten. When you turn back to Lynnett, her eyes tell you everything you need to know and how touched she is.
“Well shit.” Lyney says. “Welcome to the family.” He exclaims, and their drinks have arrived. The rest of the lunch continues with the exchanging of stories from embarrassing moments Lynnett’s had as a child to great epic moments of the high time in their careers. Though they don’t talk anymore about their past, you know when the time is right the occasion will come. :)
P.S. POV: You actually infiltrated their family to learn their magic tricks >:)
Jean-
When Jean patrols Mondstat’s forests for any lurking danger, she sees her sister sitting next to someone on dock of the lake. Their legs dangling and feet touching the water. She was about to walk up to say hi until she sees her sister kiss the person next to her.
Jean drops her sword and a loud thud startles both you and Barbara as the two of you turn around to look at the cause of the sound, only to find the shocked expression of the Acting Grand Master.
“Sister!” Barbara looks as if she’s seen a ghost and gets up to run to her.
“Wait Barbara your shoes-“ You get cut off by Jean running away and Barbra chasing after her.
You sigh, grabbing Barbara’s shoes and wearing yours, while following the shouting of the ladies. You even pick up Jean’s sword that she’s left on the floor.
You and Barbara haven’t been together for very long, but you’re both serious about each other. However, every time you would mention if it’s time to introduce each other to one another’s family, Barbara would avoid the topic. You later learned it was cause Barbara’s sister is extremely overprotective of her.
And it makes sense after all. Barbara has been known to have stalkers and crazy fans (IFHY ALBERT). You yourself know how naive Barbara can be at times and how she doesn’t really take the best care of herself. After all, most of the time you’re picking up after her.
You find the sisters deep into the forest. Barbara sitting down on a rock, her pale feet covered in mud and gunk. And Jean pacing back and forth with a hand messing up her pony tail.
“I can’t believe you went behind my back!” Jean shouts. “A girlfriend? Seriously Barbara? Do you think you’re mature enough to be in a relationship? Do you think that girl is trustworthy?” Jean turns to her sister.
“How dare you! Y/N is a great partner and we’re doing really good! And I’ve learned so much being with her than I have before!…Gosh I knew you were going to react like this so I hid it from you.” Barbara continues the shouting, but then starts to weep and Jean sighs. Jean hates it when her sister cries. And she hates it even more when she’s the one who makes her sister cry.
“Oh Barbara, please don’t cry-“ Jean kneels down, about to wipe her tears.
“Tell me, is it just a thing in your family to leave your stuff everywhere?” You interrupt, and the stark difference in their reactions almost makes you laugh.
Barbara exclaims your name and runs up to give you a hug, while Jean stands back up and crosses her arms over her chest. She wears a furrowed brow on her face to match the tense body language.
“You got mud all over you.” You tell Barbara softly and Barbara giggles. Once she lets go of the hug, you kneel down to clean her feet with a cloth. You put her shoes on her as well, and when you stand back up, you’re met with a distraught look on Jean’s face. “Here. Your sword.” When you walked to her to hand it back to her, Jean looks even more lost.
Jean, for the past years, has been the one taking care of her sister all the time. And though what you did just now might seem small, Jean didn’t even notice her sister was walking around barefoot. ‘What if Barbara got a thron stuck in her foot and her whole leg got infected?’ She beats herself up about not noticing sooner.
“Thank you,” Jean speaks very softly. Almost as if she’s trying to counteract for her shouting earlier.
“Don’t mention it,” You give her a genuine smile. You get where the older sister is coming from after all. “Now, how do we resolve this?” You look at both the sisters.
Barbara walks closer to where you and Jean stand. “Jean… I know I’m asking a lot from you to accept us given how bad I can be at judging people… but I swear. I swear on Barbatos that Y/N is a good person.” She looks at you and you smile. You can’t help yourself but to pat her head.
“Jean, I know how worried you must be. You’ve just seen your little sister being affectionate with some random stranger… but I promise you that this random stranger.. will take even better care of Barbara than you have over the years.” You make a challenge to yourself at Jean and she finally loosens up.
Jean exhales deeply. And shakes her head at how she jumped to conclusions about you.“I will take you up on that.” She looks at Barbara and then at you and noticed how she hasn’t really seen Barbara this happy and free in a while. Being stressed AF runs in the their family and she tells herself that maybe you’re good for her Barbara. And that maybe it’s time to let her sister experience the world for herself, without Jean’s watchful eye. “But.. I think we’re all do for a shower and a proper dinner after. I have many questions.” You and Barbara agree, sticky from the lake and the humid air as the three you guys walk back.
But this time instead of someone running away from another, someone shouting, and someone crying, you guys walk together. This marks the new beginning of getting to know each other and the rest of your lives.
P.S. Even if Jean ended up accidentally slaying your ass out of anger, C6 Barbara would’ve brought you back <3
A/N: I did a Barbara version where Jean introduces you as her girlfriend but I second guessed myself thinking that might be weird after I did the Jean version… (._.)
Aether-
Aether doesn’t believe his sister got a partner before he did. Questions his rizz. The end ;)
Kidding, he doesn’t even know his sister has a girlfriend because he hasn’t found her-
A/N: How do people write traveller?? What even is their personality, like are they pretty? Yes. Do they speak? No. What do you guys go off of?? [・_・?]
11/08/2023
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gublersg1rl · 28 days
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baking with a genius :)
(Blurb)
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plot: reader is baking, and spencers being a smartass and it’s PISSIN HER OFF !!!
a/n: this is my first blurb, i thought the idea was kinda cute??? is this cringe??? pls don’t unfollow,,,ik this is poorly written im not the best pls bare with me im trying
warnings: reader is a girl, a little suggestive at the end cuz why tf not, established relationship, reader is annoyed, spencers more dominant but not in a sexual way, proofread but could 100% be mistakes, errrr idkkk i think that’s it????
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“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, dusting flour off your hands. “Now I need—“
“Two eggs.” Spencer’s voice interrupts.
You close your eyes tightly, so tight you see fireworks, and huff. “You don’t know that, Spencer.”
“But I do, actually. I read it.” He said pointing to the Pinterest recipe that was open on your phone.
Your eyes glance over the screen, re-reading the already forgotten recipe. “Oh,” you say letting a moment of submission surrender. “Actually I want to use 3 eggs…So you’re wrong Spencer.” The lie was poorly thought of, but you would do anything for Spencer to not win this one sided battle.
He frowns his brow, giving you a confused look. “Why would you want to use three eggs?”
“Because you don’t know what you are talking about. Maybe you’re good at—“ you pause thinking about how to phrase your annoyance. “Doctorting— or-“ your hands flail everywhere as you desperately try to describe your emotions with made up words.
That was until you felt Spencer get ahold of your wrists, “Look at me.”
You bite the corner of your bottom lip, looking to the left, trying to disobey his gently order.
“Baby.” His voice soft, yet strong.
You give in, looking up at him in those damn honey colored eyes puppy dog eyes. “What.” You reply flatly, it wasn’t a question, rather a response.
His eyes narrow, and head tilts a little, giving you a “You know what” look.
“Can you just….go in the living room for a bit…?”
“Forgetting something, love?”
You sigh, “Please…?”
“Atta girl.” He said with a smile, letting go of your wrists.
-hehe small time jump to when the preheat is done-
You had always been scared of putting stuff in the oven, it just was so easy to get burned. Those traumatic times in middle school you burned yourself with a curling iron was enough to make you cautious of getting burned again.
You stare at the oven for what feels like forever, contemplating what to do. You look over to your boyfriend who is comfortably reading a book on the couch.
“Spencer…?” You call out in a quiet, embarrassed tone.
“Yeah, baby?” He asks putting down his half read book, looking over at you.
“Can you help me put the cookies in the oven…” You mumble.
He smiled softly, “Sorry, what’d you say?” Spencer responded even though he was perfectly aware of your question.
“Spencer.” You whine, hearing that smirk painted across his face just through his voice.
“I’m kidding angel. I’ll be right there.” He says giving into your pleas.
It isn’t much longer until your boyfriend completes your difficult task in seconds.
“I’m sorry I got so annoyed with you today…”
“It’s okay,” Spencer replied pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t stress it. We all have those days.”
His fingers gently combed through your hair, as you both sat in silence enjoying the peace.
You move your chin to rest on his chest, as you look up at him. “You know…we have 20 minutes all to ourselves until the cookies finish baking,”
Spencer chuckles, “Oh really?”
“Mmhmh.”
“Well, thinking about it. I’ve got a couple ways you could apologize,” He said leaning in gently pressing a small peck into your lips.
“Yeah me too,” you whisper back leaning in for another kiss.
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k0zumine · 1 month
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KENMA KOZUME X T. KUROO’S SISTER! READER
BAD GRADES
CW: slight angst to fluff, lack of eating?
You were already let out 7 minutes late from your class as your teacher had pulled you aside at the end of the lesson to discuss your grade. Yeah, you failed.
Your jaw clenched as your teacher expressed his disappointment in your grade and how he expected better from you questioning what happened for you to get such a low grade all of a sudden. He even went so far as to question if anything was going on at home like it was any of his business.
After a long 7 minutes of him questioning you whilst you tried your absolute hardest to hold in your tears, he finally let you go. Well if that didn’t just ruin your mood.
Releasing a shaky breath you swiftly make your way to the bathroom finally letting us the tears you were holding in. The truth is you studied all week for this test. It even led to staying up all night because of how stressed you were, your brother Tetsuro often coming in to check if you were okay placing a small snack at your table whilst you were buried in your books.“Y/n I think you should take a break”
“Tetsu shut the fuck up I’m trying to study but I can’t if you’re here chewing my ear off” you hissed back hands pressed to your forehead trying to process the information you had written down, in response he slammed your door. Yeah okay, it was a horrible response to a brother who was trying to care about your wellbeing but he should know better than to interrupt your studies.
Looking back at how much studying you did you should have passed. More tears streamed down your face from the frustration, now you’d have to work twice as hard to get back on track. Fuck. As if life isn’t stressful enough.
Sniffling into a tissue from the roll of toilet paper you’d ripped you calmed yourself down taking deep breaths, great now your eyes were red and puffy. You knew as soon as you got home you’d bury yourself into your textbooks and study extra hard, the talk your teacher gave really brought down your confidence as well as your mood.
*ping*
Brother: where tf are you? we always walk home together w kenma on this day
Just the person you didn’t want to speak to, your brother, you weren’t in the mood for his teasing today. You mentally cursed forgetting about one of the few days that you walked home with Tetsuro and your boyfriend Kenma.
You were in the same year as Kenma but unfortunately only had two classes together it sucked, it was only in the middle of your first year that you guys started dating. Tetsuro and Kenma had been best friends for as long as you can remember and along the way you’d gotten closer with the boy which then led to you becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.
you: sorry
you: go off without me
Brother: hahha no. you think Kenma would allow you to walk home alone? neither would I
you: I literally walk home alone when you guys are at volleyball practice…
Brother: just hurry up
you: no i’ll be a while just go bye.
[seen]
You sighed bringing out makeup wipes to fix the mascara stained down your cheeks mentally noting to wear waterproof mascara next time. Finally after another 5 minutes of calming yourself from the breakdown your eyes still were still red and puffy but you decided it would be best to walk home now.
As exiting the school grounds you pulled the hood up of the hoodie you borrowed off Kenma that was under your blazer praying nobody saw you as you connected your airpods disconnecting from the outside world.
“y/n!! why did it take you almost 20 minutes to leave school?” Testuro shouted, your jaw clenched. Why did they wait?!
Avoiding his gaze by staring at the cracks in the floor you walked past him ignoring his presence, if you’d engaged in a conversation with your brother right now you’d snap and say some hurtful things you didn’t mean as currently your head wasn’t in the right mindset.
“Hey missy I was talking to you” Getting in front of you but you walked around him. “What’s your problem?!” Grabbing your arm and turning you around, you tried wiggling out of his grip but he was too strong. “Get off” you mumbled attempting to pull his hand away.
“Not until you tell us why you’re acting like that” God he sounded like a parent scolding their child.
“Like what? I’m fine” you hissed back refraining from saying more.
“First of all you’re not even looking me in the eye, I can’t even see your eyes, secondly you ignored Kenma and I”
“L-leave me alone testuro” Your voice cracked, yeah you fucked that up well done!!
“What you get in trouble with your teacher or something?” He smirked, your jaw clenched even tighter.
“Tetsuro seriously fuck off you’re so fucking annoying!” you shouted sniffling a little and catching him off guard, the grip on your arm loosening giving you an escape route walking away slightly quicker than usual.
Kuroo stood there slightly taken back at your hurtful words, Kenma the same as he’d rarely see you act like this, especially to your brother who you claimed you loved dearly. He sighed seeing the hurtful expression on his best friend's face “I’ll talk to her, there must be a reason why she’s acting this way, you know she’d never mean that” reassuring the boy who’d just had his heart shattered in a matter of seconds. “yeah…okay” he mumbled hands in his pockets keeping a large distance from his sister.
Kenma jogs up to you “y/n love”, you keep walking your head down holding in your tears. Kenma is now in front of you gently holding both your wrists stopping you from moving, “…are you okay?” his voice was full of concern but was met with no reply. “Hey I can’t help you if you’re not replying, please look at me in the eyes” pulling the hood of the hoodie you were wearing down and gently lifting your head up to be met with your red puffy eyes on the edge of crying. “what’s wrong baby?? please what's wrong, I love you so much” he pleaded his face looking distressed which caused tears to fall down your face as you began crying. “Ken I wanna go home…please” you sniffled as he wiped the tears off your face. Cupping your cheeks he brought your face closer placing a kiss on your forehead “Okay we’ll go back to your house and you can tell me what’s wrong kay?” interlocking his fingers with yours.
Kenma turned back to see Kuroo urging him to explain what was wrong with you but was met with a shrug of Kenma's shoulders, Kuroo sighed as he walked behind the couple.
As you all finally got back to your house you rushed to your room letting go of your hold on Kenma. “Hey! Wai-“ Kenma called but you had already shut your door. “Did she tell you anything?” Kuroo asked him. “No..but she was crying her eyes really red and puffy, I’ll go talk to her now”
Kenma slowly opens your door to see you sitting at your desk deeply buried in your books, he takes a seat on your bed watching what you’re doing “y/n”.
“Hm?” You replied not taking your eyes off what you were doing. “Come to bed and talk to me please” He sighed patting the bed.
“I’m busy studying Ken” you mumbled rubbing your already red eyes, “I’m sure you can take a 10-minute break plus I doubt any of that information is even going to your head right now you know…since you were crying before”
“Ken just leave me alone you’re really starting to piss me off” You hissed gripping the pen tightly.
“Yeah no that’s not gonna happen especially when you’re acting like this” He rolled his eyes standing up and walking closer to you “I’m fine!”.
“You have tears in your eyes and you’re telling me you’re fine?” A face of concern spread across his face and gently tugged your wrist and guided you to the bed, you gave in sniffling as more tears came out lying down on your bed. Kenma joined in after you then pulled your head towards his chest and you wrapped your arms around his waist crying even more “I-I’m sorry Ken I didn’t mean to say that”.
“Shh it’s okay I know you didn’t mean it, now will you please tell me why you were crying?” He pleaded running his fingers through your hair to calm you down. That’s when you explained to him the events that occurred after school. “Is that why you were hardly answering my messages this week?” He asked, you rolled your eyes.
“I’m gonna go grab you a snack kay? Stay in bed please” Pressing a kiss on your forehead as he went to the kitchen where he was met with his best friend.
“So did she tell you?” Kuroo asked, that’s when Kenma relayed everything you told him to your older brother. Kuroo sighed “She’s been overworking herself too much on this test, I come into her room and she’s constantly studying hell she’s barely eaten anything these past few days!”
Kenma runs his fingers through his hair “I’ll make her some toast, are you making dinner soon?” Kuroo nodded whilst Kenma popped two slices of toast in the toaster.
“Hey love-“ Kenma entered your room when he saw you sitting on your bed looking through your notes…again. Kenma rushes to place the plate of toast on your bedside table and moves all your work away from you. “Yeah no more studying today, Kuroo told me you’ve been overworking yourself, that's probably why you didn’t get a good grade” Kenma sighed.
“Ken please” You pleaded reaching to grab your work when Kenma gently grabbed your wrist preventing you from doing so, he sat beside you on the bed. “He also told me you’ve barely eaten so I’ve made you some toast whilst dinners being made” Placing the plate on your lap. “thanks..” you mutter taking small bites of the toast.
“y/n take some bigger bites please?” he pleaded caressing your cheeks with encouragement. After a few more minutes you’d finished your slice of toast whilst Kenma reassured you that it was going to be okay muttering sweet words in your ear.
“Do you think you can apologise to your brother now? He was quite upset earlier” Kenma asked now playing with your hair.
“For what?- Oh yeah…that” You frown leaning into his touch. “It’s okay I’m sure he’ll understand if you apologise to him..he was really worried about you” He sighs letting go of you and getting off the bed. Kenma gently grabs your hand and leads you off the bed and to the kitchen where Tetsuro was busy making dinner.
He softly pushes you towards the kitchen and walks back into your room giving the two siblings some privacy.
“Tetsu?” You softly called to your brother, he looked up for a second and looked back down at the food he was making he hummed waiting for you to continue.
“Listen..I’m sorry for before and for being a bitch this whole week..I just really needed a good grade and I was stressed” You explain sighing, Testuro looks up and stops what he’s doing.
“It’s fine sorry for teasing you before I should have known better…are we okay now?” He replied opening his arms out for a hug which you happily accepted.
“How was it?” Kenma asked as you walked into your room to find him lying on your bed playing on your game's console.
“Fine..thank you” You said joining him on the bed and watching him play the game. One arm made its way around your waist and back to the controller as you leaned into his side.
“I love you”
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the-moon-files · 3 months
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Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain! :)
Part 1 / Part 2 (ur here!) / Part 3
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Sun: Reader (you/they/them)
Orbit: Headcanons-ish
Stars: Hyrule, Time, Fierce Deity, Twilight, Warriors
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: light cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.
Hyrule (The Legend of Zelda - OG game, Zelda II: Adventures of Link):
Lost easily, obviously, you know this
What you didnt know was that its very easy to get lost with him
Bc he's so excited/curious for new sights he doesnt give any fucks abt where he is, so it devolves into that "wait, I thought YOU were leading us there?? Then where tf are we??!!" very quickly
Does feel bad he stressed u out smtimes but he somehow manages to get into such wild shit that Hyrule's kinda preoccupied being confused/amazed/finding his way out, or any combo of these situations (once again, usually with you unfortunately)
Is the luckiest when it comes to getting lost or anything to do with "natural" things
Like he heard u rlly like this one fruit? Accidentally gets lost all day and panics all the Links + You until he shows up at midnight with a shirtful of them
("I found a few fruit trees/plants in the woods while wandering! I tried to grab a few for you and before I knew it, it was dark, sorry...")
Likes learning little skills from other people, like learning how to do makeup from Legend, or how to spot collections of rupees the Minish have left somewhere from Four, or how walk on any terrain from Wind (good at walking on a ship, on land, climbing etc)
More of a "sunset" hiker than a "sunrise" one
Likes to do your hair! Whether that be braiding, putting accessories (he handmade shhh) thruout it, or helping with hair maintenance, likes how strangely intimate but domestic it feels together with you (u return the favor ofc)
(All the other heroes are looking at you both like kicked puppies jfcccc🙄)
Time (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask):
Gets anxious if he's late to things, likes being fashionably early (or ungodly, when u let him get away with it)
Has absolutely been that meme from Parks and Recreation where he's like "Alright. I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Who broke it?"
(Abt the coffee pot for the camp)
Knowing full and well-
"I broke it. It burnt my coffee for the 3rd morning in a row, so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a moblin head on a stick. ...good. It was getting a little chummy around here."
MF LOVES GOSSIP (wouldn't admit this even at swordpoint)
Wars has absolutely been the person in the meme of:
Wars: "...why would you tell me this??"
Time: "Bc no one will ever believe you."
Wars: ...😦
Has a resting bitch face and knows it, actively cultivates it, scary dog privileges for you,
Type to take ur side in whatever situation ur in, even when Time has no idea whats going on, always, without question <3
The same height as First, (Twi's a close 2nd), and feels most secure when the 3 of you are at the front of the group, but First/Time are slightly in front of you
Like ur literally the person walking their 2 huge scary doobermans/mastiffs one leash in each hand basically 💀
(Once again, Link is deeply comforted by ur voice just over his shoulder/just hearing u even without seeing you)
Very subtly sarcastic, u dont even know he made a dig at you until 3-5 business days later
Likes ur sarcasm more than anyone else's in the group, or even his own lol
Fierce Deity (Majora's Mask):
Likes music, any music (amused at drunk karaoke)
Casually cradles ur arms or back whenever ur falling asleep/tripping/being clumsy near him
Very warm and smoothed calloused hands
Thinks abt what he's about to say so hard/long, that the conversation's moved on by like, 3 rounds/subject changes by the time he's actually ready to talk
Scolds ppl (in like a sentence) who neglect their needs, like sleeping/eating/hygiene
Finds peace in nature, if hes ever upset, u can bet he's already taking a walk by a stream
Likes teaching u/other Links little skills he has, its nice to feel appreciated/needed for something other than fighting or big moments
He falls in love with small moments, like the first time u made them all a dessert recipe from ur world, or repaired First's scarf (for the millioneth time) and bc everyone had gotten their clothes scratched up, everyone needed repairs so most Links were sewing smth lol
Enjoys watching ppl experience smth for the first time, or even himself exp smth for first time
Fierce smiled fully for the first time when you got into the mountain hot springs in Wild's Hyrule for the first time and were super excited
Also the type to hold ur hand while stepping in to make sure u dont fall, or just subtly boost a Link that was abt to fall from climbing smth
Like for being the tallest, he's surprisingly sneaky, the energy of the biggest cat in the house yet somehow also the quietest
Does that thing where someone takes ur hand and like massages ur fingers, palm, wrist and shakes them out kinda for you <3
Twilight (Twilight Princess):
Trips UP the stairs.
Cold start LMAO
ok ill be nice to him,, sike
Easy to bully?? U mean that kindly, he's just such a golden retriever sometimes u cant help urself (tho u make sure to reign it in and not take advantage of it so as not to genuninely hurt him)
Lol likes to "herd" his favorite people, like those dogs livestock farmers have u kno that they say end up herding their owners/their family lol
Like making subtle circles around the Chain, wrapping an arm around Hyrule and teasing him to quietly bring him back into the group before he gets lost,
Tugs on Time's armor to slow him down, mf may be in armor head to toe but he'll outpace all of u 💀
Likes to put his hand on ur lower back to guide u back into the group from whatever scenic thing u got distracted by
(so sue you, ur literally in The Legend of Zelda's Hyrule, surrounded by pretty blondes, why tf wouldnt you be distracted all the time??)
The only time he doesnt herd actively is in Ordon, just subconciously lol <3
Terrible sleep schedule, but sleeps like the dead when he does, has collapsed with a limb on top of you and u couldnt escape
Hard time waking up in the morning despite being country boy, who usually have to do chores first thing in morning on a farm
hates/envious of Wild (up at 5am even on days off?? Foul.)
Runs warm, but complains abt a slight breeze?
Would sleep with no covers if it werent for morning dew
Wishes cats liked him more (its the wolf smell)
Twi has the constant energy of a tall person carefully maneuvering around cluttered/low doorways while someone a head shorter runs by him and bounces off of him
U get onto/scold the Links and he's immediately the first to just sit on the ground, or put down whatever he's holding no matter what he's doing LMAO 😭😭
Keeps his eyes on u too the whole time lol
Warriors (Hyrule Warriors):
Cries over romance novels/dramas
A virgo in all stereotypes of the word tbh
Invented the red-string conspiracy theory board before the red-string conspiracy board existed in Hyrule
Also likes to take care of your hair! (What?? He and 'Rulie don't fight over ur hair, that'd be childish, he's not a foolish boy- Hyrule, hand over the brush.👹)
Remembers the little things abt u type of person, like ur favorite drink, ur favorite stories like tv shows/books even if theyre from ur world, ur favorite clothing pieces like shorts vs. pants, etc.
The only Link who can single handedly claim he could take your closet and dress you in something you'd actually wear.
Honestly once he got the hang of it, would get better at dressing you, than you
(Another domestic thing he adores, picking outfits for u/finding that perfect piece of clothing you've been needing lately)
Born to night-owl, forced to morning-bird 😔
Wars wakes up stiff sometimes bc soldier training is sleeping on ur back, hands to ur sides, laying straight in ur bed, so as to fit into bunks/bedrolls close together
It got better as he was promoted to Captain, so he could have his own quarters but its still a hard habit to shake
One of the few Links who works up the courage to genuinely pitfully ask if you'd mind massaging his shoulders again? He slept badly last night, please?? 🥺👉👈
(Ur so weak for pathetic hurting pretty blonde twinks lol)
The most lowkey abt taking care of Chain, but u make sure to take care of him as a gift back, and you've definitely caught him tearing up abt it 💖
Debated writing smth else first but figured this was easy and short and i started it first so youll have to wait like one more post before more Masc Reader stuff guys 😔
Dw its coming, i havent abandoned u my homies out there 🫂
Let me know what u think in the comments of my slight characterizations here!
Im struggling to conceptualize their personalities so thats acc part of why i started to write smaller stuff like this first! :)
Peace out,
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frickinsleepdeprived · 10 months
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Stress Relief~ (Giyuu Tomioka x fem! Reader) ***MINORS DNI***
Had this scenario for my "hashiras with a burnt out s/o" headcanons and it was too good to pass up as a good fic. So here ya go Giyuu simps LMAO
As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
CW: Soft sensual sex, breeding kink, orgasm denial, reader being stressed tf out, Giyuu fucking the stress out-
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Giyuu just got home from probably his longest mission to date, only to find you missing from the house. “Huh, I guess (y/n)’s still out…” he thought to himself, slipping off his shoes and hanging his haori on a nearby rack. But as he got closer to the room, he saw the door was open, which was unusual because you never leave the door open, especially when you’re going out of the house.
Upon further inspection, he found you scrubbing the deck in your pajamas, which could only mean one of two things. One, you’re either pent up with emotion, or two, you got over being pent up said emotions and you’re trying to distract yourself. “Who’s there?” your voice cracked, sounding hoarse as you spoke.
“It’s just me, what’s going on?” he asked, taking off his slayer uniform and putting something else on in place of it. You put your sponge back in the bucket of hot water and started scrubbing the deck, not even bothering to answer his question. You more than likely didn’t hear him ask anything, as you would usually drown out the noises of anything that could distract you from your current distraction. “(y/n).” you popped your head up upon hearing your name, only to find that Giyuu was talking to you. He sighed, knowing that something’s on your mind but you won’t falter so easily. So as you went back to scrubbing, Giyuu took the bucket and set it elsewhere so you’d stop working and focus on him talking to you. “(y/n), you’re doing it again. What’s going on?” you thought about it for a second. You weren’t really sure why you were acting this way, frankly you didn’t even acknowledge it in the first place. “Are you stressed out about something?”
“Possibly, I can’t quite put my finger on it though…” you sighed, looking up to the moon, asking for an answer. “But what I do know is that I’m sick of getting back to back missions and running around all the time. Just hope I can catch a break…” you admitted, but Giyuu also knew that there was so much more to this than just stress.
“Anything else?-”
“Everything, it’s everything Giyuu, I can barely breathe nowadays it’s so overwhelming. I just don’t know how to handle these intrusive thoughts anymore they’re driving me crazy… is there something wrong with me?” you finally said it all, allowing real tears to spill down your cheeks. He kneeled next to you, his shirtless form shining in a divine way in the moonlight. Rubbing your back he pulled you into a gentle embrace, picking you up and carrying you to your shared bed. “Giyuu?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, I promise, and if I have to prove it to you then so be it.” he places you on the bed gently, moving to hover over you. His face looked heavenly in the dim moonlight mixed with the soft light of surrounding candles. It was almost serene to you, but it didn't stop any intrusive thoughts at all.
"Still don't see how there's nothing wrong with-" You were soon cut off by an unexpected kiss, one that seemed a little more heated than usual. Giyuu wasn't like this when he gets home after a mission. Was it really that stressful? He dragged out the kiss, wanting it to last a lifetime. If only oxygen wasn't a requirement to live.
"Stop, you're talking nonsense (y/n). There's nothing wrong with you, you're just stuck in a rut…" He leaned in to get closer to your ear. "And I'm going to make sure you get out of it, one way or another my darling…" He spoke softly, gently nibbling on your ear, making your breath hitch in your throat. He started undoing the tie to your robe, gently tugging at the soft fabric and tossing it aside. He sat down, pulled you up into his lap as you straddled his hips. Kissing you deeply as you shrugged off whatever fabric was adorning your body. You ran your fingers through his soft raven hair as he did so, tugging at the luscious strands making him groan. He took off the rest of your robe, exposing a satin bra and matching panties that you know he adores. Frankly you didn’t even realize you grabbed it before you went into the shower. “God you know that bra and panty set gets me going…” He dug his fingers into your hair, feeling it’s soft, cashmere-like texture. Trailing kisses down your jawline and neck he stopped at your pulse point, gently sucking on it as you moaned.
“G-Giyuu…” you whined, rocking your hips on his now hardened length. He groaned at the motion, only to lay you back down again to move to your chest. Undoing your bra and tossing it to the side, he gently cupped one on of the soft mounts, suckling on the other’s nipple so as to elicit another lewd moan from your throat. “Oh f-fuuck!”
“You like it when you’re pampered like this, don’t you?” he inquired softly, pulling down his pants bringing his boxers down with them. You marveled at how large he is, for a shy dude nonetheless. He took off your panties, tossed them to the side, and went down on you in one swift motion. Lapping up all of your arousal like a hungry man in the desert, but oh honey, you’re his oasis… and he’s one thirsty man.
“Fuck… oh Giyuu it’s so good…” you praised his tongue, which is making long, drawn out strokes on your folds. You gripped onto his head, keeping it in place exactly where you wanted him to be. He moved to slip a finger in your hole, using his thumb to toy around with your clit. “Fuck!” you yelped, arching your back from the wave of pleasure. As his finger started pumping in and out of you he realized it wasn’t enough, so he stuck in a second one to see what would happen. Well, it was a good reaction to say the least, seeing as how your walls immediately clenched around them.
“Ah, I see my beautiful girl likes being finger fucked, yeah?” Giyuu teased, finding that one spot and hooking his fingers, making you cry out his name.
“Ah! Giyuu right there!” you let him know what he was hitting. Only to make him push on the spot a tad more before pumping his fingers faster with every passing second. Your breathing was heavy, you were starting to see stars and you’re so close to orgasming… until he pulled out his fingers and quickly replaced what was there with his member. 
“You ready to relax, my dearest?” he whispered, just centimeters away from your mouth.
“Yes…” you breathed out, feeling his lips crash onto yours as he plunged in all the way. Using the kiss to muffle your screams, wrapping your legs around his hips and holding onto his neck tightly. You wondered how long he’s been pent up, he did spend about a month out in the field after all.
“Good, because tonight…” he leaned down by your ear, “I’m gonna fill you up, put a baby in you, and you won’t ever have to worry about anything ever again…” he spoke softly as he gave you short, sweet strokes with his hips. He looked you dead in the eyes, his gaze soft and knowing exactly what your body likes. A faint ghost smile appeared on his lips as he snaked his arms around your frame, holding you close with strong arms. “You’re going to be the mother of my children… got that?” he muttered in the crook of your neck.
“Y-yes… yes make me the mother of your kids Giyuu…” you pleaded to him, making him chuckle somewhat darkly. This wasn’t anything new though, this usually happens after a mission, but something about this makes you feel like he’s being serious.
“Fuck, baby you know how to make me feel so good…” he turned around so you’re on top, giving you free reign to do whatever you wanted. Slowly you started to rock your hips back and forth, giving yourself full reigns to pleasure yourself. "Yesss (y/n), ride my cock like a good girl…" He groaned out, wrapping his hands around your waist as he slowly picked you up and down at a moderate pace. Seeing you like this in the moonlight, it was intoxicating to him. But the noises you were making were even better.
"H-hah! Shit… Giyuu I'm gonna cum soon if you keep this up…" you felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter, not feeling too sure if you could go on for much longer. Hearing this, Giyuu decided hey why not just flip back over and go painfully slow? You know, just to edge you a bit.
“You’re gonna cum huh? Well, you’ll just have to wait a little longer for that my beloved…” his teasing was too much for you right now. All you wanted was a sweet release, a release from the tightness in your stomach that’s driving you absolutely mad. It was almost hard to not focus on your own orgasm, frankly it was something you’ve never done before. “You’re holding out so well for me baby…” Giyuu praised your patience, kissing your temple before looking you in the eyes. Every whimper, moan, groan, and cry of pleasure just adds to the fuel you’re giving him. Like gasoline on a fire, rain in a flood, wind during a tornado. With each passing second you’re unsure of how much longer you can hold out, usually at this point you’ve already tapped out. “Just a little longer my love.. I promise you it’ll be worth it…” he whispered those husky words in your ear, causing a shiver to roll inside of you.
“Giyuu… I wanna cum so badly, please just let me cum I’ll do anything you want. Just please let me have my release. I want it so bad please please please…” you begged and pleaded as your nails dug into his back, hearing him groan in response. He looked you dead in the eye, sweat sheening off of his skin in the moonlight, his muscular form holding you securely underneath him. He smiled, kissing your forehead to let you know everything will be okay. His movements became sloppy, his hips lost their rhythm, his breathing became hitched and sporadic. Seems like he’s getting close.
“Cum, do it now…” you held no hesitation as you felt the knot in your stomach release, letting out a loud and lewd moan that wouldn’t have been heard otherwise. Sooner or later he cums too, letting his seed fertilize your fruitful bounty. It wasn’t every day that you guys had sex like this, moreover, you’ve never had sex with him like this at all. But it didn’t matter as he pulled out of you, rolling over to your left trying to catch his breath. He looked at you, taking your hand and kissing it gently. “I’ll be right back, okay?” you nodded in response, unsure of how to form words at this point.
He came back a few minutes later with a hot towel, gently wiping you down to get rid of anything that could cause discomfort, he soon did the same with himself. Laying back down he pulled the covers over you both and brought you closer to him. Kissing you on your head as you looked at him with heavy eyes. “I don’t know what caused you all of that stress, perhaps it was because of me being away for so long. Or it may have been something else, but either way it doesn’t really matter now. Just relax beautiful, there's no need to worry anymore, okay?” You hummed in response, still unable to form proper words. All you wanted was to savor the moment, and so did he.
After all, there’s nothing better than falling asleep in his arms. Safe and sound knowing that one day, you both can really get on with your lives.
......
I'm so proud of this omfg
Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you want to see next!
As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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maybeimmalachi · 2 months
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may i req a teen aroace reader (who is in the spectrum) x the obey me brothers when they find out that the reader has a crush on someone? Like, at first it probably wasn’t as obvious, but then when they stop talking at look at the reader? They done noticed the blush and the person mc has been staring at for a… weirdly long time. They keep staring at their crush as if they sum fine snack or sum shi 💀
I will forever love my inbox because I love all of your ideas😭 also not sure how demon ages work since we’ve only seen adult demons, so let’s just say that this is a demon implied to be around MC’s age in human years
2nd person PoV, teen!mc, MC’s gender not mentioned, strictly platonic between the brothers and MC
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They’re all likely used to seeing you doze off, no biggy, right? You can’t help it. However, you keep doing it in a specific classic, staring at a specific student, and staring with a glare noticeably different than your usually “zone out” look. I didn’t take a genius to put two and two together that their precious human teenager had a little crush.
Lucifer
No. Nononono
He thought he was safe from you ever getting a crush, but he’s been proven wrong
IMMEDIATE dad mode and older brother mode shift into one as he tries to shut this down as quickly as possible. You’re only going to get your heart broken, you know that, MC?
He probably noticed the first time you started staring for a bit too long. Just a second too long was all it took for him to recognise that glare; he has a keen eye. Did you really think you would be able to hide anything from him?
He’s immediately dragging you towards his room after RAD and demanding an answer from you💀 honestly it might stress you out from how he’s treating the whole thing
Fortunately, he won’t punish you if you try to lie, but he will give you such a disappointed stare that it’ll be punishment enough
New rule is added to the House of Lamentations: ‘MC cannot date anyone’
Only way he’ll budge is if you let him take care of most of the dates, but it’s super overbearing
‘Don’t be back any later than 7pm’ type vibes
And if you break any of the one millions rules his made? Say goodbye to that ‘privilege’ you had
💀honestly just date that person in secret man. Surely some of his brothers will help you out
Also he may or may not threaten your crush. Mayybbeee or maybe not
Mammon
Another one that notices IMMEDIATELY
He’s constantly looking over at you. You thought he wouldn’t notice?
And, just like his older brother, he’s freaking tf out
You’re growing up too fast!! You’re gonna get your heart broken into a million pieces and then you’re never gonna be the same!
But then he also remembers the fact you told him you were aroace, and his dumbass gets confused
And then he does a bit of digging and figures out that this is likely a very rare thing for you to experience
..and then he can’t help but feel a bit bad💀
While he doesn’t want you to be doing this, he also doesn’t wanna take away what could be a once in the lifetime opportunity!
He still ends up dragging you to his room and demanding answers in a similar style to Lucifer
But, unlike the firstborn, he won’t ban dating or impose a million restrictions. He will set up some rules and demand to meet your partner first before anything, but he mostly just expresses that he’s worried about you getting hurt or heartbroken
He also might follow you guys around a little bit just to be sure nothings happening
But besides that, your first man is gonna support you all the way!! 😼
Leviathan
Okay, so Levi takes online classes, so it’s not like he would’ve ever known about this if it wasn’t for the occasional times he was dragged to RAD to actually get some social interaction
And even then he’ll still be confused
Like why are you staring at them?? And then it clicks
He doesn’t even bother to question you and instead have a mental breakdown over it because what does this mean? Are you not gonna be able to hang out with him anymore?
He might ask you to hang out with him more often to cherish the moments that he thinks he’s losing
But then he remembers that up until that particular day he hadn’t even known you had a crush in the slightest
So he mostly just leaves you alone on it, but if your crush does something to you then they’re gonna get it
He also might try using his little anime dating logic to help you with a date
Like what type of gifts you can get them and “what dialogue options are the best”
He also might joke about you having rizz but it’s just to cope with the fact that he’s rizzless
Satan
Another observant one who basically notices as soon as you start staring for a bit too long
And ohhh he is not happy
Mainly because he thinks the person your mind decided to gravitate towards isn’t good enough considering how rare a crush is for you
So yeah, he’s another one who worries about you getting heartbroken
He’ll definitely confront you about it, but he mostly uses his detective questioning skills to get an answer out of you
But then he really just wants to know that you know what you’re doing. After all, he trusts you, but he’s just worried to see where things will go
If you’re set on this then he might give you some advice from books he’s read and recommend them to you
Oh yeah also he threatens the demon you have a crush on a ton
Like he’s basically already squaring up with them before anything even happens
You guys can be going on a date and he’ll be making eye contact with them through the window💀
If anything actually happens then they’re gonna have to face his wrath times ten
But all your crush has to do is say ‘I like cats’ and they’ll mostly be on his good side
Asmodeus
OOOOOOO
He’s literally exploding from joy. No, he is actually going to explode. You have two seconds to evacuate the area before he—💥💥💥
Okay, but in all seriousness, he though this day would never come. The fact that the little human has found love absolutely puts a big fat grin on his face
You CANNOT deny your crush from him; he will know, and he will let you know that he knows. In the end, whenever you finally admit to having a crush, he’s still bouncing up and down and squealing like a little girl
He HAS to get you ready for a date. No, you’re going a date with whoever this is 100% and he’s getting you all razzle dazzled up for it
He might propose using his magic to make your crush like you back, but you’ll probably need to tell him that that’s not a good idea from a moral standpoint
He’s still getting you dinner at this nice, expensive place, getting you some nice flowers and chocolates to give, putting you in a nice outfit, and taking about 29,849,384 photos
Please be as excited as he is—for his sake
Beelzebub
Bro is confused
Honestly he remains completely oblivious for the longest time, and he most likely only finds out whenever he decides to ask you why you’re staring at that one person only
Then he sees how nervous you get and is like ‘ohhh. oh’
But honestly even then he isn’t too worried
He’ll keep close eye on you and your crush to make sure nothing bad happens, but besides that he’s kinda just accepting it
He might recommend some good places you two can go out for food at though, but you have to promise to bring him some food back
Beel’s known for having this big, intimidating persona but actually being a big softie at heart, so he’s basically the perfect guy to silently threaten your crush
Best part is that he doesn’t even realise why they look so nervous. He just thinks it’s because of you or whatever
If most of the brothers got together, they would likely agree to have Beel be the one who drops you off because of this
Overall he’s supportive like the icon he is
Belphegor
This mf sleeps during class💀 so he only notices whenever he wakes up one time and sees that specific glare you’re giving
He’s used to you zoning out, but he just knows that glare is different
He honestly might not even tell you he knows; he’ll just start trying to stay awake more often during class and make deathly eye contact with your crush
Poor person is probably confused as to why they’re getting death glares from the Avatar of Sloth
It’ll likely be easy for you to put two and two together and figure out that he knows
You’ll have to beg him to stop killing your crush with looks alone
But once you do then he isn’t too worried about a date or anything
Like yeah he’ll let you go on one, so what? As long as nothing bad happens, everything should be fine
He just tries to forget about it for the most part
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taeriilight · 2 years
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taerii back at it again brrr
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⭒ִׄ☆﹝ manifesting an SP
sp stands for 'specific person'. it can be a partner, a friend, a neighbour, girlfriend/boyfriend etc.
- you may have checked out several posts about this topic but imma break all that info down and share how I manifested lots of people 🤭 ( new students/classmates/a k-pop band )
𖤐 creating an SP //
- have a clear picture in your mind about what you want your sp to be like; their appearance, status, age, personality, background story, how you meet them, when do you meet them, where do you meet them, your relationship with them etc.
basically mentally prepare a whole wattpad scenario of how, where and when everything takes place etc. !!
try to visualize about them whenever you're free, don't worry and KNOW that they're on their way to you <3
𖤐 self concept xx //
- I highly recommend working on your self concept because often people that manifest their sps become insecure and start questioning if their sp will like them or not !!
so you need to work on your self concept about love, accept yourself the way you are, love yourself and know you are deserving of love <3
- try to change the way you *THINK* the world views you, flip those negative thoughts around
if you're worried that your sp might not feel the same way towards you then remember that everyone is you pushed out. your sp will think of you the way you think they will, so a good self concept helps a lot !!
- if you think you're unattractive then affirm "I'm attractive and pretty in my own way and everybody loves me the way I am"
- if you think you're not good enough then affirm "I am perfect the way I am, they will change their standards to love me and I don't have to change myself because I'm amazing"
basically know that you deserve love the way you are ^^
𖤐 know that your sp is yours //
think, assume, decide and persist.
decide that your sp will appear in your life the way you want, know that it's not impossible to manifest an sp.
you can listen to subliminals, affirm, visualize etc. but know that it's not needed once you know exactly what you want <3
let the law do it's thing and ry not to stress over it, trust the process ;)
𖤐 personal success stories //
͟͞=🦷 ˚⁎⁺˳ if you think manifesting an SP is impossible, then I'm here to share how I manifested 2 SP's and a wholeass k-pop band 💀
- a few years back when I DIDN'T even know about the law of assumption, I always wondered what it would be like to have a new boy in our class; and finally have a boy bestie !! I even made up a whole backstory of where he's from, when he meets me etc.
and guess what. guess TF WHAT.
that *exact* imaginary person took admission into our school in the exact year I had imagined-
I didn't notice at first but when I found out that HE WAS LITERALLY FROM THE EXACT PLACE I IMAGINED MY SP TO BE FROM
I WAS *SHOOK* ( beyond shook 💀 )
rn we're really good friends exactly the way I had imagined 😭
time taken: around two years ( *only because I had imagined him meeting me after two years from that time* )
method: visualising ( more like daydreaming because I didn't know loa was a thing back then )
- I remember when I was a 9 year old I always imagined a band of 4 really pretty and talented girls from *another* universe and basically they could travel between different universes and shi + they had their own animated avatars/show thingy too
and after a couple of years aespa debuted 💀👍
like the members are exactly how I imagined they'd be bye
time taken: 4/5 years ( I wasn't manifesting this I just liked to make up random scenarios lmao )
- here's a *really* quick one,
one morning I got on the bus and on my way to school, I randomly thought "it would be so fun if a cute new boy took admission in our class lmao" ( I swear the thought only lasted for like 5 seconds and then I completely forgot about it ) AND DUDE WHEN I REACHED MY SCHOOL THAT VERY DAY I FOUND OUT A NEW BOY TOOK ADMISSION IN OUR CLASS-
this was very surprising because we rarely get like 1 or 2 admissions in years 💀
time taken: 30 minutes
methods: just thought of it once, listened to a subliminal the night before ( my god mode sub 😭 )
YEA SO JUST KNOW IT'S NOT IMPOSSIBLE, I DID IT AND SO CAN YOU
goodluck manifesting
xoxo,
taerii 💋
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personwhowrites · 7 months
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TF141 + Alejandro and anyone else with spetsnaz soldier?
Ah,thank you so much for requesting this! Writing this involved doing some research so I'm sorry if some things don’t add up. It was hard to look up proper information about this specific topic. - P
John Captain Price
Price was one to hate the idea of getting help from any team he knew little about. Laswell was unsure if you were the right person to help them for a rough mission that involved training no one in TF 141 had. So you were called in, part of the Russian Special Forces which didn’t make Price happy but knew he had to do this for the upcoming operations.
He knew you were some different type of soldier, one to be trained to never break and stand the most harmful wounds. The Navy seals had nothing compared to your training, they went under stress but you went under the most unspeakable pain. Price immediately knew something about you would be hard to understand as you stood in front of his desk. Your hands behind our back, you looked at Price with a blank expression. You were trouble for sure, and Price knew it.
When Price tries to warm up to you, understand you better. You at all costs didn’t let him do such a thing. You would do things like roll your eyes, scuff at his questions and ignore any sign of good treatment. It’s not like you didn’t want to be someone close to him, it's just that you weren’t allowed to.
“Why don’t you loosen up with us! You have been with us for three months.” Price barks at you while he bawls up his fist. “I understand we don’t meet eye to eye, but I'm getting tired of being the only one out of the two of us that tries to mend things or get to know each other!”
“You expect me to trust some people so quickly.” You remark raising a brow. “Expect me to lower my guard out of nowhere and be buddy buddy with you and your men? Don’t expect such a thing..it's foolish, even a foolish man wouldn’t expect such a thing from me.”
“Watch the tone.” Price replies less angry and more concerned. “Listen, we both work in the army, at least we have some similar aspects...”
“You take the easy job, I clean up the mistakes your team can’t face.” You reply and narrow your eyes. “Mistakes that make me want to…” You pause and look away from him. “Forget it..”
Price still didn’t give up trying to get you to talk more, open more up about the training you went under and what type of personality you had. Until finally one day, he cracked you with a dumb question.
“So did you.. You sleep on some rocks? Cover yourself with them like blankets?” Price asks as Gaz walks in with some books. “Well? Did you while in the wild?”
You let out a chuckle and look at him with a smile on your face. Finally Price had cracked the code, you loved dumb questions or so he thought.
“Did you just smile?” Price remarks looking at face. “HA! I got you to smile.”
“I guess you did.. captain..” You reply and look over at Gaz. “I guess you did..”
Price never let that go, he would try to make you smile and even try to understand you. When it came down to training he would watch you do some training. Price was impressed for sure, and that was a hard thing to achieve. You warmed into his trustworth space, and well let him take you under his wing. Price made sure you could show your soft side with him, make yourself comfortable and talk about personal matters that were on your head.
When it came time for you to leave, you hugged Price and closed your eyes. Price was the first commander to make you feel safe and welcomed. Price of course assured you that you would always be welcomed back incase of anything. He did somewhat doubt if you would even consider coming to him for help.
Kyle Gaz Garrick
Unlike Price he was actually interested to meet someone like you. He heard about the training of a spetsnaz soldier and how they’re rough to understand. When you arrived at the base he gave you space, only watched you from far. Having some operations with you, he saw you were no joke on the battlefield and personally he felt some sort of admiration for you.
Gaz did approach you multiple times trying to make small conversation even though the others told him not to. You actually talked to him, but not just little talk you fully had good conversations. Your bond with Gaz made people question who you were really and how you treated other people. Sometimes it wasn’t the conversations that would make people question the bond with him. In the gym you and Gaz would work out together, or he would try to keep up with your pace. You took your training seriously and Gaz actually liked that about you.
You knew it was against your training to get close with someone. Yet something about Gaz made you feel okay, like you weren’t some killing machine that needed to keep themselves in check. Gaz was the one that made it possible for you and the rest of TF141 to talk and have a sort of bond. Gaz also was the person that told Price that you liked to be humored by dumb questions, knowing that would let yourself open up to him. There was some rumor that you and Gaz had more than friendship, but that was never confirmed or denied by ether of you.
“So, you don’t open up to people easily..” Gaz says walking alongside you. “Why is that? Do you have some dark past that made you not trust people?”
“Something like that Kyle.” You reply and look at him in some type of interest. “Tell me, why do you keep talking to me? I could possibly harm you.”
“You could, but you haven’t” Gaz replies and looks at you with a grin. “Even if its wrong to talk to someone like you. I can’t help but admire you..”
“Is that so..” You mumble to his response before smirking. “You are one interesting man Kyle..”
You and Gaz had first name bases, it seemed better to you. You disliked calling him Gaz, you felt like using code names as a regular thing was foolish. Kyle actually understood that and let you call him Kyle. Like mentioned before, he and you never denied the rumors about being in some sort of relationship, why do such a thing?
“Got three people asking us about our bond.” Kyle says looking over at you. “Why do people care about such a thing? It’s seriously so annoying how nosy people can be.”
“I don’t know, but honestly let them believe what they want.” You reply looking up from your phone and smile. “Plus, we can’t let some rumor break our bond..”
“Guess you’re right..” Kyle replies and looks at the clock on the wall. “Ready to get along with Price?”
Unfortunately all things do have to come to an end, which you and Kyle didn’t want. You grew really close to Kyle out of all the others and felt upset. When Price was informing you could come back to them anytime that their door for you is open. You stared at Kyle and hugged him tightly, you previously mentioned that you didn’t like physical touch, but that moment you broke down the safety of your walls to hug Kyle for the first time.
Kyle of course secretly kept in contact with you, sometimes telling you what's happening with the others. How he fell out of a helicopter multiple times and how he missed having you around. Of course you treasured those calls and messages with Kyle. It made you realize that without him, you wouldn’t be more open with anyone.
John ‘soap’ Mactavish
Soap had his doubts about you, knowing that anyone could backstab them made him uneasy about you. At that time Soap and Ghost had this own type of bond, they immediately looked at each other then at you. You stood next to Price, your arms behind your back, your blank expression not helping your situation. Soap of course kept his distance away from you, he knew what type of training you were in, what you did and what you were capable of.
On an operation he watched as you easily killed a kid, and a mother as they held a gun at you. There was no remorse in your expression as you kneeled down and took the gun from their hands. Soap never liked that Gaz had approached you, and you had accepted it. It felt wrong, so he would try to persuade Gaz to stay away from you. There would be a time you and Soap had a bad disagreement.
“Can you just drop it?” You say to Soap as he shakes his head. “I made one mistake, I'm not a perfect soldier!”
“Really? Who would have guessed such a thing!” Soap blurts back looking at you. “Looks like the so called amazing soldier can’t manage to do something! Get over yourself for once! We don’t care if you went into some dumb training that made you slightly better than us!”
“I never said I was better than anyone here!’’ You yell standing up from your chair. “God damn it! What is your fucking problem with me you.. you…Gavno!” (shit)
“English soldier!” Soap says, shaking his head.
“That's ironic johnny..”Ghost mumbles, watching everything.
Soap and you didn’t get along as much after that, even after Kyle tried to mend the bridge between you and him it didn’t fully work. Soap might have to do with that, he always thought you were better and needed to push himself harder so you won't believe he was weak. Which you never did since you always respected him even after arguments.
Eventually you two did have a calm peace, after missions where you two would somewhat praise each other. Gaz saw it as a win and so did Price at that moment, meanwhile Ghost didn’t care what was going on. Soap soon made the arguments happen less and less, you started to have normal conversations with him. Yet he could never compare to Kyle, and he knew that from the moment he saw you two bond.
“Favorite drink?” Soap asks you while you look at your phone. “Come on, im trying here.”
“Has to do with something fruity.” You reply back and look up from your phone. “Yours?”
“Price coconut water.” Soap says with a grin and sits next to you. “Why are you so cold, you never talk to the others like you do with Gaz.”
“I don’t know, why do you care so much?” You remark and look at him. “Long ago you hated me..”
“I didn’t hate you, I just didn’t trust you..” Soap speaks and looks at you. “I still don’t..”
“And I respect that about you John.” You reply leaning your head on his arm. “I really do..”
When It came time for you to leave, he watched as you hugged Kyle. He was surprised by it along with the other three. Soap knew and Kyle had a strong bond, but didn’t know how strong it was. Soap did feel slightly sad now realizing that you only got along with them at the end, you knew it would leave an impact on him and the others. Price telling you that you're always welcome with them made him think that maybe in the future you two would form a bigger bond.
He did sometimes ask Gaz how you were doing, He overheard Gaz calling you one time. Which also made him question the bond between yo and Gaz, but of course Ghost and Price made him drop it and focus on something else. He never did, he soon stole your number Gaz phone and contacted you himself.
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Ghost honestly didn’t care who you were and why you were there. He kept his distance from you and honestly didn’t mind having you around. You weren’t full of energy and always knew how to get the job done correctly. That doesn’t mean he didn’t have some issues with trusting you or even liking you. Like Soap he would at times get into small arguments about your behavior on operations, how you lacked communication and could have put the group in danger with your ‘reckless’ action.
Ghost did know about the training you went under, so at times he did understand why you were like that. Ghost for the most part didn’t approach you in the base unless it was something necessary or to pull you and soap away from each other after an argument. He did at times join in the argument if he saw his bf friend getting yelled at by someone. Which made things worse and Price would have to be one to break all of you apart.
“Well maybe if you didn’t lack communication we wouldn’t be injured.” Soap mumbled as you patched yourself up. “Did you not learn that in training?”
“Excuse me for not wanting to talk while an enemy was a few inches away from my position.” You declare back and roll your eyes. “You Scottish shit..”
“Fuck you too russian spy.” Soap burtled back annoyed by your comment. “Thinking you're better than us scottish and brits..”
“Oh!? Now I'm a Russian spy?! For fuck sakes im working with you and your trash ass team!” You yell getting up from your seat. “Man no wonder you can’t take a person out easily! You depend on each other like little rats!”
“Watch it.” Ghost says, looking at you with a stern look. “Watch your filthy mouth..”
“This what I mean! You gotta get your dog to protect you!” You snap back and point at Ghost. “Let your man fight his own battles or else he has no honor.”
“What did you just call me?” Ghost hisses stepping up closer to you. “Repeat that shit again, I fucking dare you.”
“Enough you three, just patch yourselves up.” Price orders looking at you and Ghost. “Now.”
You did have moments where you and Ghost would bond. Your past was something you never shared and his was the same. Two ‘different’ backgrounds that formed together once in a while. Ghost did bother you at times, making sure you knew this was his team and you're just a visitor, who would eventually leave them soon. He did this by annoying the fuck out of you, telling Gaz to stop talking to you, make things impossible to reach no matter your hight. So much more that he knew that would get under your skin.
“Will you stop that?” You mumbled as Ghost tapped his finger on the desk. “It’s irritating and...”
“What does the sound of me living also annoys you?” Gho mock you as he taps his finger again. “Can’t believe that simple tapping gets on your nerves.”
“It's not the tapping that annoys me.” You reply and look at Ghost. “Just stop that, it’s not giving me good memories.”
“Right..” Ghost mumbles before stopping. “Bad background story?”
“Bad background story..” You confirm and get up.
When it came time for you to leave, he didn’t really care but he did at the same time. Ghost didn’t get close to you like Gaz or Price, but still did in some way. Seeing you hug Gaz, only Gaz made him wonder if he would have gotten closer to you. Would you hug him? Thank him for months being there with them? Agree to keep in touch even if you really didn’t want to. Ghost had many mixed feelings about it, unsure if he trusted you deep down or if it was because you and him had something in common. A “Bad Background Story”
Ghost would of course lecture soap for messing you, even after not working with them. At times he would wonder the same things, maybe slightly even hoping that in the future you return and create some sort of bond that would help him advance more in life or help you advance more in life.
Alejandro Vergas
Alejandro accidentally rescued you from a cartel base. You were injured and were pointing your pistol at him. Which made him almost shoot you, if you didn’t have your uniform on, you would probably not even be alive. Rodolfo was with him when this happened, pushing Alejandro out the way thinking you would shoot him. Alejandro did cuff you, since he still didn’t know if you were someone they could trust. They even blindfolded you so you didn’t know what location they were heading to and where you were.
Alejandro was put on the edge when you told them who you were. Someone from the Russian Special Forces, he started to wonder what on earth an Russian would be doing all the way in Las Almas and especially alone. You didn’t respond, you didn’t tell him anything else which made him upset. He wanted to trust you, call you their family but you not opening up made it impossible. At this point, you noticed a TF 141 badge on his arm, but it looked different. It didn’t have the sword or the leaves but just the skull with 141 on it. You soon took notice that he could be an ally and help you communicate back with your own team or what was left of it. Which thankfully you finally opened up, but not a lot since you would have been mistaken by some other team with a similar symbol.
“Tell us why you’re here, no one will harm you.” Alejandro says setting a warm cup of coffee in front of you. “You don’t really seem to know what you’re doing, do you?”
“Task Force 141?” You say pointing at it while he gives you a blank stare. “Price?”
“Do you know him?” Alejandro says, looking at you with suspicion. “How?”
“Do you know them?” You reply back before looking at the coffee. “No? Yes?”
“Answer my question first, how do you know them?” Alejandro says now crossing his arms, his head slightly tilt to the right. “Well?”
“Worked with them a while back all I can say.” You mumble and look at him. “Guessing you did too..”
Alejandro did get you back to your team, there wasn’t a lot of communication with him. You only stayed for six days at Alejandro base. He was a busy man so he never really had time to talk with you or get to know you better. Later on he did after communicating with TF141, he now understood why you didn’t talk much or even suggested much when they needed help. You were a killing machine and he was slightly happy that the two of you crossed paths.
When you left, you did get handed a badge part of Price order to Alejandro. You didn’t put it on, but you did carry it and gave Alejandro a goodbye wave as you got into the helicopter with the rest of your team waiting..
Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra
When Rodolfo found you pointing a pistol at Alejandro, he didn’t think twice pushing Alejandro out the way and stood there in his spot. He didn’t like Alejandro bringing you back, he had heavy doubts about you, your uniform and how a person from russia was all the way over here like it was nothing. Getting involved with the cartel made him have flashbacks to the past..
Unlike Alejandro Rodolfo actually took his time getting to know you, a lot of time. He would try to crack you open, even with the language barrier between the two of you. Rodolfo would start some card games while Alejandro was busy away working on some project. Rodolfo got you to tell him you were a spetsnaz soldier, there should have been red flags. Yet Rodolfo didn’t become scared, in fact he became surprised since he knew the training spetsnaz soldiers went through.
“Go fish.” You say to Rodolfo as he picks up a card from a pile.
“Any sevens?” Rodolfo asks in a quiet tone.
“It’s my turn.” You reply and look up from your deck. “But go fish..”
“Right, sorry..” Rodolfo mumbles and looks at you with curiosity. “So.. you’re Russian?”
“I work for the Russian Special Forces.” You say and look at your deck of cards again. “Any fours?”
“Go fish…” Rodolfo replies and looks at you with more curiosity. “What do you do? Are you like some double spy or mayb–”
“Spetsnaz soldier.” You spat out and looked at him. “You should get the idea of what I am.”
Rodolfo, like Kyle, grew close to you after that conversation, two days later you left. Yet you didn’t leave without giving him a warm hug, which shocked him and Alejandro. When Alejandro told him you knew TF 141, he was slightly surprised that you never mentioned this to him. Rodolfro did manage to keep in contact with you, even sending you texts every so often wondering how you are. Rodolfo had a special place in your heart like Kyle did..
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 6 months
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u can never have too many au ideas (aka the cursed-sun/moon au)
(im copy n pasting this from discord bc im lazy sorry y'all fsjhf)
other au idea: Sun is a ruler or lord in a fantasy world or smthn and Moon is the form he's been Cursed into turning into each night. Reader is a low-tier magic-weilder (who has a secret past that involves smthn rlly Bad and they used to have a reasonable amount of respectability in th community but now theyre shunned and cant get a job anywhere and also has a big scar and/or only one eye lol) who's one remaining ability is the ability to lift minor curses or plagues. Sun has been searching for someone who can 'bless' the curse of Moon (or whatever is making Moon be nasty murderous bloodthirsty man) for ages but mages r rare and most of them spend maybe one night trying to cure Moon before either getting got or being scared into getting tf outta there
so eventually word reaches Sun of a mage who's been looking for work, with the only catch being that they arent very powerful and no one has much to say abt them, and Sun, who has burnt every single thread he has trying to find a mage, is like GOOD ENOUGH CALL THEM HERE
and reader is like 'oh shit this is potentially a rlly good job, the only catch is that i have to deal w a demon possessed guy thats like twice my height and three times as strong,,' and like. bc they have Zero Options and also feel like their life has run itself into th ground and there is little left for them/no way to get themselves out of their Issues, they r like 'yeah sure its gonna take a while bc i can only perform minor magic but i'll do whatever i can to see that this curse is delt with'
and instead of trying to face Moon head on, they start with just kinda,, getting to know him. he's kept chained/locked away in a chamber every night to keep ppl safe, but every night reader goes into the chambers, sits at a tea table just out of his reach, and just. talks with him
they dont entertain his trying to mess w them, taunting, cruelty, etc, but they talk when there's the chance for standard conversation. at first it's hell bc Moon is a little shit and he never cooperates. he never answers questions, he spends the entire night threatening to tear them apart and savor their insides, etc. they bring him a cup of tea every night, and every time he smashes the cup and throws the pieces at them
ok well point is eventually Moon starts to mellow out around them, will actually sit and have conversation with them, one day is like 'you think i dont know what youre doing?? youre just trying to bore me into falling for ur trap so u can kill me. i like ur style but its not gonna work >:3'
and reader is like 'i literally do not have enough magic to kill a toad let alone a whole entire possessed person' and moon is like ',, huh. so what IS ur goal here??' and reader is like 'i want to lift ur curse for both u and Sun's sakes. i gave u my word, and i will follow through, at the very least to clear my own conscience of a past sin'
and so eventually Moon, out of curiosity, and later bc he likes spending time with reader, starts letting them cast the healing magic on him, breaking the curse little by little every night
and at the same time all this is happening, reader is spending mornings and evenings with Sun and keeping him up to date on how the process is going and, eventually, becoming the person he turns to when he's stressed or tired or rlly just wants company
and idk smthn smthn eventually both of them rlly want Reader and they dont know how to act so they just b making fools of themselves but reader is a dumbass so theyre just confused
(Moon absolutely tells Reader abt every 'oh man i rlly wanna kiss kiss snuggle smooch the mage rn' thought Sun has during the day but Reader is so used to Moon being a little shit n making shit up to mess with them that they r just like ._. )
the plot twist part,,
(the secret dark past that reader is hiding is that they used to be a local mage for a nearby town who was known and respected for giving 'blessings' to ppl for small fees but one day for Reasons, they cast a curse upon someone and one of the biggest no-no's a mage can do is Curse someone so the town practically rioted, tore them down from their pedestal, called upon another mage to strip reader of their magic, and then cast them out)
(rn im considering the idea that the person reader Cursed is Vanny, who, because of her own curse, eventually went on to be the one who cursed Sun and Moon)
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hiiiiiiiiiiii jayaaaa~ poppin in with a req if that's okay 👉👈
if you're alright with it may i please request fluffy hcs of dazai, atsushi, chuuya and ranpo taking care of a sick reader? if i've requested too many characters you can get rid of some of them, just do whatever suits you best :)
if you do choose to write this please take your time and take care of yourself, no rush at all!! and one more thing!
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~ dia 💜
!In Sickness And In Health!
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scenario:-dazai, atsushi, chuuya and ranpo and poe~ taking care of a sick reader!
Pairings:- dazai x gn!reader | atsushi x gn!reader | chuuya x gn!reader | ranpo x gn!reader | poe x gn!reader
Genre:- fluff!
Type:- headcanons
A/N:- DIAAAAAAAA OMG HIII (lets pretend i wasnt talkin to you like a literal second ago😭) i hope you like this and i did you justice! Also i kinda added poe i hope youre okay with that?also thanks for gettin me outta my writers block!
AND NO im proud of YOUUU!
Get well Soon Babes!
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Atsushi
I think atsushi would be concerned.
Like depending on what it is you have I think how concerned he is would vary,but he’s still worried
He just wants you to be okay….
Would ask kunikida to take the day off or at least some of the day,to take care of you.
Until you’re better enough to do things on your own that is
Kunikida obliges because,honestly lets be real,atsushi’s already stressed tf out,and he knows that letting the boy worry on the job wont help anyone.
Honestly at first,atsushi’s surprised kunikida agreed so easily,but doesn’t question it!
He rushes home with some of your favourite snacks and surprises you.
I think that since he has healing along with his weretiger ability,he may not get sick as easily?
Or at least if he did,he’d be able to get better a lot faster.
So he’d gladly cuddle up to you if you needed him
buddy aint listening to your protests.
“but ‘sushi,you’ll get sickkk!!!”
“don’t worry y/n ill be fine” *le crawls into to bed and cuddles you*
Would ask kunikida to make you some oden if you liked it (dazai volunteers when kunikida says he’ll do it right after his paperwork,to which kunikida responds by whacking him{dazai} and immediately getting on it)
The rest of the agency would help atsushi with his nerves when he gets back to work
The boy’s just scared okay🥺
Basically,best boy all the way.
I mean its atsushi what did we expect?
Dazai
Honestly,I think he’d be more competent that we’d give him credit for.
We all know dazai’s not actually dumb or a fool.
He just acts like one!
So when you get sick.he knows exactly what to do!
He’ll roll over on bed one morning and when he sees  you sick his joke-y morning musings become serious and he gives you one last cuddle before getting out of bed to make you some okayu (rice porridge, a rather simple dish of rice, salt, and water.) and asks you to eat it
He knows its not the best tasting thing ever,but tells ya that it’ll make you feel better
Dazai Wouldn’t be worried to leave you to go to the agency,he’d rather skip work but kunikida be kunikida-ing😔🤷🏻‍♀️
He does call to check in though!
But serious calls are made privately of course(God forbid kunikida sees he can actually be serious for stuff like this and{tries to make} makes him just as serious about agency work )
He would DEFINITELY tell kunikida that he’s just goin to check on you and leave during the day.
Does he know you’re perfectly okay?yes. does kunikida know youre perfectly okay? No~
And He’s gonna capitalize on that fact~
Wouldn’t be as physical as atsushi would be,but would eventually just say ‘fuck it’ and be snuggly if you want him to be
anything to skip work! (and spend time with you ~)
I think atsushi would be sent over by kunikida to make sure he isn’t killing time.
Atsushi doesn’t snitch obviously! But he isn’t exactly the best liar
Dazai Calls kunikida the next day saying he got sick~~
Kunikida obviously comes by to make sure that this little shit isn’t bullshitting his way out of work again!
Is honestly surprised when he find dazai actually sick.
Dazai.who has NEVER gotten sick…. Goddamit
Crafty bastard
Wait I meant, your crafty bastard
Gets atsushi to bring shit over, snacks, drinks,medicine. Anything! (how can he go get it??? He’s sick toooooo)
The poor childdd isn’t gonna turn dazai down,even though he knows he’s full of shit
Ah just you,your crafty boi and the microbes that got you sick <3
Happy recovery!!
Ranpo
Ranpo,ranpo RANPO
Foodie supreme
I think he’d definitely have some ‘get well’ foods he’d get for you and him to try!
Would he be as dotting as atsushi or as concerned as dazai? Probably not.
Buddy knows you can take care of yourself,sick or not.
But if you asked him to cuddle he wouldn’t be that opposed to it…he would be cautious tho.
Expect for him to sleep on the couch or anywhere away from you
Its nothing personal,he just doesn’t want to get sick.
Losts of take out
I think ranpo knows to cook a little but honestly,he’s not bothered.
He just orders take out! Different hot and soothing foods! He’s make sure youre fed (him too,aint no way he aint getting at least a piece of the stuff he’s ordering!)
At one point when kunikida hears that he’s just been ordering take out the whole time,he himself comes over and cooks.
So does yosano! Dazai offers but he downright rejects him! (oof big yikes)
He’d contemplate askin yosano to make you better,but decides against it…
Honestly,ranpo wouldn’t be bad if you were sick. He’d just be a bit clueless at time.
Don’t worry! Fukuzawa and kunikida and yosano (mainly) are always there to help!
He tries his best and whenever he does anything he’s honestly so proud
Slay babygirl slayy
Chuuya
MY MANSSS
Chuuya would be doting on you,calling to ask if you were okay and making sure you have enough of anything you need.
Mans is takin care of you,what can I say~~
Chuuya is quite responsible and really knows what he’s doing so he’d have the best doctor(or just your doctor if you wanted) to treat you and make sure you’re on the right track to recovery!
He’d take a day,or at least half-day off  work if you needed him,but if it couldn’t be avoided,he’d send one of his subordinates to check on you.
Maybe someone youre more familiar with if you asked?
Is he scared of getting sick?
Not necessarily,he jus cant afford to get sick…
His job is pretty demanding,so he might sleep away from you if youre contagious…
But he’d still take care of you,cooking for you whenever he could and making sure youre all comfy.
If he does end up getting sick from you,he wouldn’t really be mad.
Would prolly beat himself up for bein careless(not for you to hear ofc) but in the end you ride out the sickness together!
If he catches something different to you?
He’s self isolating.
Different apartment.not risking giving it to you!
He honestly just wants the best for you and would do what he had to to make sure that you did.
Now back to if you were sick with him (like a similar illness )
He’d stay in bed with you if you wanted.
King of cuddles honestly.
I can only describe him as tiny but mighty
But he’d make sure you got sunlight and were active at least a little.
You’d do little couple-y things
Cooking together,little crafts
Even readin eachothers fave books!
He definitely makes it as bearable for you as possible.
Lucky tbh :’)
EDGAR ALLAN POE
Hehehehe
Poe with a sick s/o?
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Buddy’s doing everything he can!
Calling doctors,buying medicine,snacks,stuffies anything to make you feel better!
Heck,he’d write you a story to travel into if you were feeling down in the dumps too!
Buddy’s just trying his best tbhh
Oh and KARL
 karl is 100% gonna be there to cuddle you when poe’s not around
Karl is his eyes and ears!
Would he be opposed to being close? If you were contagious? Perhaps.
But he’d prolly even wear a hazmat suit and cuddle you if you wanted!
Either that or he’d just take medicine to make himself immune and cuddle you!
But if youre down really bad he’ll prolly stay on the couch or in the extra room.
Would sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor if you needed supervision or if you wanted him close.
He doesn’t mind!
Poe just wants the best for you and he’ll do anything he can to make you feel better.
If he gets sick too,he doesn’t mind.he’ll just hop into bed and get comfy with you.
Poe’s quite a tall fella so he’ll be able to wrap you in quite a snuggly hug! (he is 6 feet after all! If youre taller than or as tall as him, its still work!)
He has snacks around for when ranpo comes around so,regardless of if he restocks or not,you’ll have enough snacks for when youre sick.
Has separate colour coded pill boxes for the two of you and reminds you to take em daily.you do it together!
He’s be great honestly~
But then its poe,so whats new ey?
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i’m sorry to bring this up again, but i wanted to ask how are you making sense of harry having his former girlfriend’s name tattooed on his thigh if you don’t think they were really together? i’m not a larrie and i follow you for your louis content, but i respect your opinions, so i guess i’m coming more from a place of curiosity rather than seeking reassurance. do you not even entertain for one second the idea that you might’ve been wrong about things? that harry was really in a relationship with olivia? that he might actually be attracted to women? that he might’ve been with louis once upon a time but not anymore? have you ever challenged your confirmation bias? again, i’m not trying to attack you, i really just want to understand where you stand. i hope u don’t take this the wrong way.
well first of all you bring up the very good point that there are actually multiple Qs at play and not just one, despite the fandom's (and my) attempts to simplify things. I personally am open to the possibility that Harry and Louis are no longer together- we don't have enough info to say for sure either way about that, and I am constantly recalibrating and considering and I'm going to be totally honest, getting flat out ANNOYED at how often I find myself being like oh damn they ARE still (or again) together ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Because it seems so improbable and illogical! You think I don't KNOW I sound fucking crazy?! Absolutely infuriating, and yet there are just all these little Things all the time. Plus ofc the fact that they both constantly wink wink larrie stuff to the fandom which could just be playing to the crowd... except then they both continually take it that little extra way that makes me go oh but... you really didn't NEED to go THERE that seems VERY pointed?? But also sometimes I go well. Okay, maybe not. Since they both seem super happy at this point, it doesn't stress me out to think they might have split, the way it would if they seemed miserable and were still churning out heartbreak songs, but it's schrodingers relationship and with all the savvy they've acquired around this stuff and all the balls they're keeping in the air wrt to fandom etc that's unlikely to change in favor of us knowing anything for sure for a very long time, if ever. But I do not doubt that they WERE together, it's simply not realistic. The evidence of it is overwhelming and imo undeniable when taken all together. And the thing is that knowing one thing with certainty (that they were together back when), having really looked at the things that happened during that time, does actually have a lot of bearing on the rest of it even if they aren't together anymore. Because knowing that and having seen the way fake relationships to make them seem straight were managed back then means that when I see the EXACT SAME things being done in the current day, like they are working from a fucking blueprint, no, I don't look at that and think it might be real. I know that Louis and Eleanor wasn't real in... whenever they allegedly got together lol, that story still isn't even quite straight, so why would I believe they were together in 2020? And if I know Louis has a tattoo for a fake girlfriend why would it change my mind about a million things I can see with my own eyes if Harry did the same (if indeed he even has who tf knows)? So despite what I said at the beginning, in the end it kind of does just come down to the one question people are always asking, are you a larrie? Because when you've actually been down the rabbit hole of details that ends up with you saying yes to that question, it's like acquiring a rosetta stone that unlocks the ability to read everything else, like putting on xray glasses, and I look at what is so obviously a publicity relationship (holivia) and whether H and L are still together has nothing to do with why I don't think it's real. Like could a celeb relationship be both used in typical ways for publicity and be or become real on some level (looking at you Liam, heyyy), sure, but for this question the fact that I have never seen Harry show the slightest sign of attraction to a woman in his whole life and he so clearly embraces and identifies so strongly with gay male culture in every possible way and never shuts up about how much he loves cock does play into my thinking; I simply do not think he is attracted to women, no, and I have yet to see him do anything that doesn't seem consistent with things a closeted pop star might chose to do. So in conclusion yes I have challenged my bias and decided I'm right lol! But for real- all the time I consider that they perhaps aren't together but that isn't really the point when it comes to believing they are gay.
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