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genuine question but is there any fandom where a character is well written by the majority. im thinking about fandom culture and the spread of frustration when people dont write characters well but. honestly in all the fandoms ive been in there's only like, a Select number of authors who i trust to write Well, let alone write Well AND In Character. character analysis and writing and getting inside characters' heads are all separate skills (all of which are trained by roleplaying fyi can CONFIRM playing pretend with your friends is good for you). there's been more than once where I've disagreed with an interpretation that others agreed with, and then I turned out wrong. or i turned out right. like it doesnt matter WHO is right it just matters that differences in character analysis exist, so even if you DO write well AND write in character, your in character is still going to be someone else's out of character
there's this sort of. vibe. that to play in the sandbox you Need to be able to make a castle, and if you can't make a castle then you shouldn't bother, and it completely dismisses the idea that youre in that sandbox to PLAY in the first place. there's this Weight of disappointing someone if you can't build something that they like, but that forgets that you aren't there to build them a castle. like, be KIND. if you disagree with someone then please make an effort to do so kindly. i dont give a shit about fandom discourse but there is a reason kids get removed from sandboxes if they keep throwing sand in people's eyes. but if they don't like your misshapen sand pile, then youre not obligated to change it. even if you yourself end up hating that same sand pile later- youre not building a legacy. youre playing. and sometimes the result of that play is out of character drivel. theres a reason there are so many authors and so few who i like to consistently read and thats because everyone is Fucking Around in their hobby space.
hash tag brag or whatever but i can build castles. ive built several that im v proud of. ive also dug holes in the sand for fun and then tripped on them when trying to get up. I often dug a hole and then got up and fucking- whoops, its a castle now, and i didn't realize i'd made something to be proud of until after the fact. the whole time while creating shit i was Convinced it was bullshit that didn't make sense. and then other times i was Convinced it was bullshit and then i was Right and i can look back and go. huh. ew. but it doesn't matter what the end result was, because i had fun playing in the sandbox
this wasn't meant to turn into a ramble but i have Feelings about bad art and art that's badly perceived and how public perception can screw with your head and how making art youre proud of is fucking. it's so difficult!!! it's hard!! it's really fun, which is why i try to make it, but i promise you it is Okay to not tryhard creativity. even if you CAN, it's okay not to do it all the time. or ever, even. fuck around find out have fun etc
#NOT a discourse post i am musing out loud#there's discourse goign around the dash rn or i wouldnt mention it#but the past few weeks ive seen a lot of “DONT fucking mischaracterize my guy my fuckign god”#which is one of the most frustrating pet peeve there is#but i think a lot too about little baby me#fresh on her writing journey#and how discouraged i would be if someone pointed out the mistakes id made#i made a Lot of fuckups#and i also think about this one fic where one of the characters was INCREDIBLY out of character#me today would not be able to stomach reading it#but baby me was so ENCHANTED#and it introduced to me the concept that you dont always know the reason someone does something#and it made me read even more#and because of that i eventually found Expert Skill level fics#which introduced me to MANY little tricks and fidgets ive tried to implement#there were so so many reviews on that fic that called it shit or complained about the bad characterization#but a decade later i still think about it#there were several very corny mine/craft horror fics i read#which back in the day would be called cringe#and those were what inspired me to write my first horror fic and now im Enchanted by the whole genre#theres a lot of stuff i dont like to read but i like that other people are enjoying themselves#i dont know how to be succinct i hope my point is coming across well#this ties into my thing where fiction is for you first others later#here are my credentials: bb/h fan since before the elections (hi i was the guy who noticed his lack of armour post elections)#and a cross-fandom comment trend of people going 'woa i can see this happening in canon'#im not talking out my ass i genuinely think its more important to have fun than to write accurate characterization#which. is a more 'duh' and clarifying thing than everything else ive written#but ah well c'est la vie#also also just realized this could be interpreted like that- NOT an attack on people who complain about mischaracterization either lmao#i do that too w friends. this is to reassure people who put pressure on themselves to create things Well all the time
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the world is infinitely worse off without my friend
#grief#i am sitting in a parking lot crying MAN this year is bad#he was a disaster a mess a fuckup but who cares. he made the world an infinitely better place. most giving person i’ve ever known#it’s also amazing to me how he managed to be an incredibly selfish person but also the biggest support in the world to people he loved. and#the reason I’m saying all this is because if he knew that i was portraying him as some sort of saint now that he’s dead he will rise from#the grave to murder me LMAOOOO he’d tell me to go fuck myself and be honest. so that’s what I’ll do#never have i had someone support me like he did. never. he would go to war with anyone for me. he was there for every decision good and bad#because he knew that the way to get me out of the bad situations was never to turn his back and always support with whatever i needed. and#he was also an incredible sibling. his siblings are so much worse off without him#.txt
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feel like today’s trypod should firmly put to rest any “alex was a victim this whole time guys!” talking points and that their statement about being kind on the internet was exactly what it seemed like at face value but some of y’all dense af, so we’ll see (props to them tho for being deft in still pointing out that it doesn’t mean that she’s not still a human being who might be finding life hard to handle right now even tho she did something really bad, good on them for understanding nuance unlike half the people on the internet)
#personal#the try guys#it's actually quite a nuanced take#they're not mentioning her by name of course#but they are pretty clear with this 'actions have repercussions imagine if you made a mistake' language#that you know she did a fully informed and incredibly shitty thing#but also that the bombardment is a lot for anyone to handle#especially if it's about a time you as they said 'fucked up'#like i've never been on the 'let's make alex's life hell' train because who does that serve#i'll excoriate her for having shitty morals and being a fuckup of a person but like#you know good on them for pointing out that it's hard to have your mistakes blow up for the entire english speaking world#ok NOW i'm done with the try posting i swear to god i am#i know that's not what any of the followers are here for#(you're here for my rabbit holes into history that none of y'all give a shit about i know)
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edit: i ended up just ranting abt like the current vibe™ in the tags... sorry abt that but like also whatever i don't care anymore
#d#my food therapist really said the most real thing on planet earth when she said i'm meeting me at the same time everyone else is#i feel like a cringey overzealous emotionally dumb teenager who's a total embarrassment to everyone around me while i'm trying 2 say fuck i#cuz like this is the first time in my entire life i feel like i get to actually explore my identity and do like normal young people things#and i feel just. so so exposed in the sense that everyone is watching me make a fool of myself without a single shred of self-awareness#and it makes me so fucking mad cuz like i'm finally happy with myself!! i'm finally starting to feel like a fully formed person#instead of a 2d projection or an object or something monstrous hiding in the shadows because that's how i've spent until now imo#and like. it's hard to emotionally make peace with the fact things in my social life are changing because like. there's some part of me#that thinks that maybe if i stayed in that miserable place that maybe i wouldn't have any of the problems i have now#and like my life is a lot better. and i know that and i wouldn't change a thing. but like emotionally i guess i'm just#processing it as a fault of mine to have changed bc it's changing my relationships to others#and this isn't about any one specific thing like i've been having lots of small growing pains with a lot of ppl in my life rn i just am lik#there's a lot happening to me rn emotionally so i feel like everything i do is a fuckup and i'm just bracing for more people to go ig#which might happen or it might not and tbh either is ok at this point. i need to do this in order to live i think#idk why i'm even rambling about this i just have a lot of thoughts and i want to share them i guess. not like it does anything but like#what else is this app for at this point lmfao i barely even want to talk on here anymore because i feel like everything i say on here is#just pointless. i'm thankful i have a strong support system rn cuz genuinely i don't know what i'd do if i didn't like#i feel like everything is so much more emotionally Big to me on E and it's kind of hard trying to figure out how to manage it#like i'm basically finally getting to be me. for worse AND for better. and i just am like. insecure on some level i guess#not even over my appearance tbh i've kinda made peace with that. moreso my personality and what things i share with others#this whole post is so wholly unnecessary but i feel like i'm going to go insane if i don't get this out of my head#i've genuinely been avoiding talking about my emotions or my private life on here because i don't exactly feel safe on here anymore#which is like great. love it when my primary outlet for like. socially interacting with people casually gets compromised i love it#i literally softblocked like 30 ppl off of here so i could talk abt my weird sex stuff and my body and my deeper thoughts with ppl i trust#and then i still am too conscious about it! this always happens when i make a blog for myself to talk on#maybe i'm just not meant for talking abt things
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i totally acknowledge and respect ppl’s critiques of hotd but a lot of it i just Don’t Really Get
#yeah the show is leaning pretty heavily toward Rhaenyra & co being ‘in the right’#but they’ve done so much w alicent and her relationships w her dad & viserys & LARYS fr#(imo. it’s been a while since I read anything but the main books which is why I’m rereading f&b rn)#idk I keep writing essays in these tags but#i don’t mind a lot of the changes they’ve made and I think it gives the story more nuance rather than less#knowing GRRM is closely involved gives me a pretty hefty dose of confidence that they’re not just fucking around wanting to make#a discount girlboss daenerys 2.0#and like. isn’t the point that none of it is forgivable?#even with the backstories and the betrayals and the intention and the good deeds done elsewhere#it was all still a huge fuckup that kickstarted the fall of the targaryen dynasty? isn’t that the fucking??? point??????#anyway if this shows up in the tag I’m not arguing w anyone lol#i am simply externalizing on mine own blog. perchance to see what my few remaining asoiaf mutuals have 2 say#edit: maybe shouldn’t say it’s leaning heavily toward Rhaenyra being in the right but it does heavily sympathize w her so. yknow
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love how we refer to various fuckups and mistakes people make at work as "having a [former coworker's name] moment" (w/ different names standing in for various types of fuckups)
#''we'' being me and 1 coworker lol. theres not a lot of us left to talk shit#a lot of the time the difference between a *** moment and a **** moment is attitude & intent tbh#as many fuckups as they made i do miss how great the vibes were having a full crew of 23-25 y/os#& im only thinking of this now because [my coworker i joke like this with] took a day off & is having a total *** moment#& i cant joke w/ him about it cause its his moment 😳
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im gonna gonna say it
#str*nger th*ngs fans r delusional#obvi not all of them but#some of y’all r like. lol being silly#you’re being silly billies#like fr bro fr#it’s not that deep it really truly is not#anyways i liked season 4 lol#people made the show out to be a pinnacle or some great incredible wonderful thing like#y’all it’s still a show. it still has its issues and it’s still gonna have a lot of them#plus like. this was the season they filmed in the pandemic lol that probably fucked with things#in ways laypeople know not yaknow#idk like#maybe don’t take a show this seriously lol it really is not the major fuckup you think it is#like i had issues with the season but maybe don’t attach yourseslf so wholly to a piece of media?
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Lacy (Part 2) (Lando’s Ending)
Summary: In which the two soulmates finally get together.
Warnings: language, sexual innuendos at the end, everything’s depressing for a bit
Note: SURPRISE YALL!!!!! I ended up staying home from classes today because I got my period and it hurts so fucking bad 😀 so anyways I took this time to write Lando’s ending and let me tell you THIS EATS so grab the popcorn and the tissues and strap in because this concludes the lacy trilogy 😭
LANDO POV
There’s a specific quiet in the wake of the moment when you realize you had been in love with your best friend for as long as you knew her. It’s a quiet that is not peaceful whatsoever. Rather, it’s a chaotic, loud, and painful quiet which twists your insides and makes you want to smack your head against the nearest wall.
That’s the quiet I experience when Luisinha walks into the room and I find myself wishing it was Y/n.
“We need to break up.” I stutter out, my brain not thinking as it dawns on me the confusion toward the feelings I had for Y/n was anything but that. I never should’ve felt confused because it was right in front of me. My love for her had always been there, lingering in the background as I admired her smile. To think I waited this long and pushed her this far away only to realize I needed her is something indescribable.
Luisinha’s face falls as she sits down beside me on the couch, “What?”
Shaking my head, I look in her eyes, “I’m so sorry, Luisinha, but I think I’m just not ready to be with you right now.”
“Because of her.” Her arms cross over her chest as she tilts her head, “So, when I asked you to choose between me and her, and you chose me, that was… what? Confusion?”
“No, I- It was…” I’m rendered speechless as I try to explain myself, “It was a dick move. I’m sorry. I never should’ve shut her out and I never should’ve treated you the way I did. When you asked me to choose, I hadn’t thought about the fact that she’s always been my best friend and she’s been there for me for longer than you have. This isn’t to say I didn’t love you or adore the time I had with you. It’s just me realizing that I’ve gone so long needing her and that will never change.”
Her somber nodding adds another knife to my heart, the amount tripling by the minute as she takes in another one of my mistakes, “You love her? Be honest this time, Lando. I know I asked you this same question after that night when Max and I found you two close on the Monaco street, but I need to know the truth. No matter how much it hurts. So, tell me. Do you love her?”
Sighing, I come to terms with it all, “Yes, I do. I’m not sure when it happened, but I think it’s always been there.”
“You loved her while you were with me?” Her teary eyes meet mine.
Water wells in my eyes, matching her brokenness, “I’m sorry, Luisinha. Truly, I never knew it for sure until I stopped talking to her after choosing you. If I would’ve known before having met you, I wouldn’t have dragged you into this. I’m regretful of how I handled everything, but I’m not regretful of you. I never will be. I hope you won’t be too.”
She shakes her head, “No, I’m not. It just hurts to know your boyfriend loves someone else and be told it’s not true, that you’re crazy, only to be proven right when he can’t go a second without her.”
I expel a breath, “I’m so shit for this. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to make it up to you.”
She gets up from the couch, grabbing her bag off the counter and making her way to the door, “I’m not the person you need to make it up to, Lando. You apologized to me, that’s enough. But, Y/n? There’s a lot of groveling needed to fix that fuckup you made.”
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Walking into the McLaren Garage, I feel hopeful. Hopeful that when I explain the past few months to Y/n, that she’ll understand; hopeful that she’ll let me love her openly; hopeful that she’ll love me again.
The infamous papaya colors comfort me once more as I round the corner, going to the one place I know she’ll be.
Hospitality. Probably making friends with everyone she sees, knowing every soul that catches a glimpse of her is immediately enthralled and obsessed.
Just like I was.
My eyes land on her, in a white sundress that makes my world stop, and a smile graces my face at her laughter. My eyes wander to the person beside her, the one that had conjured the sweet noise out of her, and find Oscar.
My heart drops for a moment, but then plummets to my feet when I see his hand over hers on the table in front of them and her other hand wrapped around his arm as she tips back in her chair, still lost in the laughter. I stop in my tracks, observing their behavior like my life depends on it, trying desperately to figure out the depth of their partnership.
I must be standing for an awkwardly long time because Mark, Oscar’s manager, comes up next to me, a small, pitiful smile on his face as he states, “Weird, yeah? Everyone’s trying to figure out if they’re together or not. Apparently he was the only person she would see after you broke things off with her.”
The air in my lungs renders empty, completely leaving me and the rest of the life left in my body. My eyes dart over them, that comforting hopefulness draining from my being as they continue their conversation like it’s second nature.
I seem to drown in my emotions, not responding to Mark as he nudges me to a secluded corner of a random hallway. His hands on my arms, he dips down to meet me at eye level, “Lando, you need to pull it together. She’s finally getting better, do not ruin that for her. If she sees you fawning over her, that’ll confuse her and all the progress she’s made will go to shit. I’m begging you, do not screw this up.”
My mouth opens and closes as I try to form some sort of sentence, something to describe the crushing pain that has numbed me and taken things from me I never knew could be taken.
“I was going to try and win her back.” I mumble.
He immediately shakes his head, “Absolutely not. If it’s the last thing I say, do not get near her. You cause her unnecessary pain. At least do it for her, Lando. Leave her alone.”
“But, Mark-” I begin, but he’s quick to cut me off.
“No, Lando. Just, no.” At that, he lets go of me and walks off, as if he hadn’t just crushed specific dreams of mine and left them to die a slow death.
Cruelly, in the distance, I hear her laughing again and my heart shatters at my feet.
Knowing she laughs with him now, instead of me?
I will never come back from that.
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“I tried calling her the other day. She declined it.” Max states, hands running through his hair as he looks at the screen and makes sure we’re muted.
My fingers hover over her contact under the table, but they don’t move to press it, too scared to really know the outcome.
“I do this everyday. It’s torture.”
The chat blows up on the screen as people ask what we’re doin that warrants muting, but both Max and I ignore it.
“Why don’t you just talk to her? I’m sure she wants closure too.” Max tries.
I shake my head, “She wants closure. I just want her.”
Max rolls his eyes, “So, tell her that.”
“She’s with Oscar!” I exclaim, throwing my hands out and confusing the viewers of our stream even more.
“You don’t know that!” He mirrors my position, both of us staring each other down.
Huffing, I shift back in my chair, turning the microphone back on and effectively ending the conversation.
Max eyes me as he vaguely states, “Lando, you don’t know. We both know you don’t know if that is correct or not. All we know is that they’re friends which they always have been.”
Messages from fans asking who we’re talking about, some getting it perfectly right as they suggest we’re talking about the dating rumors between Oscar and Y/n.
“I don’t want to talk about this with you anymore.” I dish out, tension arising in the room at my aggressive tone.
“Yeah, because we both know I’m right.” He smirks as if my feelings and this situation are entertaining.
“Fuck off, Max. I’m serious.”
Patting my back, he gentles his choice of words, “I know, mate. I know.”
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MAX F POV
Knocking on her door, I clutch the chocolates in my hand in a death grip. I’m so nervous to see her, nervous that she’ll shut me out and never forgive me.
My mind’s loud and messy as the lock clicks and the wooden slab opens slightly, Y/n’s face peeking through.
When she catches sight of me, her fingers begin to push the door shut again, but my foot is quicker as it wedges in between it.
“Max,” She starts exasperatingly, “I’m not interested in talking to you.”
I nod my head, “I know, I know, but just hear me out, Y/n. You’re my best friend. Please.”
My pleading seems to work as she sighs and then opens her door, gesturing for me to come in. The foyer looks different and I’m not sure why until I realize it's because, whenever I would come over, I would see something of Lando’s strewn on the floor or bench. However, the only papaya I see now is a jacket which has Oscar’s name on it.
She seems to catch what my eyes have landed on, “He’s not here. He forgot that last night.”
My eyebrows rise, looking at her questionably, “Oh?”
She rolls her eyes, “Don’t push it, Max.”
Nodding, I follow her further into the house, still feeling weird that Lando’s presence isn’t blaring like it had been months ago. When we reach the kitchen, she sits down on one of the stools, moving the one beside her further out for me to take place in.
“Let’s settle this like adults then, yeah?” She gives a light smile, restoring hope inside me that she’ll give thought to my redemption.
Once I’m settled, I look her in the eyes and recite what I had practiced in the car, “I am so incredibly sorry for not being the true friend I should’ve been during the Lando situation. I should’ve been there for you, should’ve stood up for you and I never should’ve gone along with him and Luisinha pushing you out of the group. There’s only a few things I regret in life and this is absolutely one of them, the worst one by far. You have been nothing, but the greatest person to me ever since Lando introduced us. I should’ve met you with the same behavior, same loyalty, and I always said I would when it was needed, but when the situation arose, I fucking failed you miserably. You never deserved anything that was shoved in your face and I am so sorry I sat on the sidelines, letting it happen. Y/n, I miss you. I miss my best friend and I’m asking you to forgive me because I won’t fucking screw this up again.”
Her tears strike something in me, something protective as I pull her into a hug.
Her tears wet my shirt as she says, “Yeah, I didn’t fucking deserve any of that. You both were so shitty to me. I never did anything to you.”
I nod, running a hand over her back, “I know, I know. And I’m so fucking sorry.”
She pulls away, rubbing away her tears, “It’s not even you that hurt me the most. It’s Lando. I gave him everything and he still threw me to the fucking curb when it was most convienant for him. I hate him so fucking much, Max.”
I know what she says is false because I can see it in her eyes how much she yearns for him to tell her everything they’ve been tiptoeing around their whole lives. I see it in the way she doesn’t seek comfort in me, but in him, and I see it in the way she forgives me so quickly because the love she holds for me will never be as great as the love she will always hold for him.
“You don’t mean that.”
She stands up, frustrated, “Yes, I do!”
Walking over to her and grabbing her wrists, forcing her eyes to meet mine, I said pointedly, “No, you don’t.”
her resolve breaks completely and the tears wrack her body. Falling into me, she cries, “No, I don’t.”
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LANDO POV
Seeing her standing below the podiums, in the crowd, cheering in her papaya colors is a type of pain I will always remember because I know she isn’t cheering for me.
She’s cheering for the man standing beside me, the man standing on the third place podium with a trophy in his hands as the Australian flag waves on the screen behind him.
P1 should feel better than this, but it proves to feel like absolute shit as the one thing I truly want isn’t even here to support me. The celebration is frantic and quick as I will myself to hold back the tears trying so hard to break free especially when Oscar leans over the railing to smile down at her, waving, as she screams louder, giving him the same smile she had given me multiple times when I was in the same position.
I watch her watch him, her eyes gleaming with pride. It’s hard to see her forget about me, shut out memories of her cheering for me when she probably gets Deja vu as she does the same thing for someone else.
For months, I’ve tried to mold myself into something she would miss, show only parts of myself on social media that would specifically call out to her, but, still, I’ve come up empty.
I’m bitter as we step back into McLaren’s headquarters on the paddock, and when Oscar tries to congratulate me, I dismiss him harshly. Shoving his hand off my shoulder and storming off to my room, wanting quiet, but not the quiet that only holds memories of her and all we could’ve been.
I’m with my thoughts for a few moments until there’s a small knock on my door. Standing up and going to open it, I’m about to tell off whoever has come to disturb my own personal hell, but when I catch a glimpse of her y/h/c hair, I’m quick to shut my mouth.
“I came to congratulate you.” She says, her voice quiet and unassuming.
There are tears in her eyes as she says, “I know we haven’t spoken, but I also know how much your first win means to you. I know how great you're probably feeling and I don’t want to disrupt that, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t tell you how proud of you I am.”
My voice quivers as my eyes go blurry, tears building up in them, “You think I feel good? You think I’m happy?”
Her nodding has me shaking my head, “No, Y/n, I’m not. I haven’t been since we stopped talking. This isn’t fun. Seeing you cheer for him, seeing you laugh at his jokes and stay by his side. None of this makes this win what we both thought it would be. This win will only be everything we chalked it up to be if you would listen to what I have to tell you.”
Her eyebrows furrow, “Lando, you stopped talking to me. You almost told me you loved me and then, the next day, just went fucking silent.”
I nod, “I know and I’m sorry, but she made me choose.”
Her eyes widened, “Luisinha made you choose between us and you chose her? Well, that’s fucking perfect, Lando!”
I shake my head vigorously, “No! Fuck. No, Y/n. That’s not how I meant it to sound.”
She puts her hands on her hips, jutting it out, and, usually, I’d laugh at the sassy pose, but, now, it just makes me want to hold her and kiss her, tell her how much I’ve loved her all this time.
“How’d you mean it to sound then, Lando?”
Groaning, I threw my hands out beside me, “I meant that, yes, I chose her, but after a few days, I realized that was a stupid decision because…” My eyes meet hers as I yell, “Because I fucking love you! I’m in love with you! I always have been. There has never been a time where I didn’t have the overwhelming need to have you be mine and I was just so confused by that feeling that I only realized it when you were gone. I broke up with Luisinha the second I figured my shit out and ever since then I’ve had to endure your happiness with Oscar! I’m so sorry for everything I put you through and the hurt I enabled that you never deserved, but it’s bull-fucking-shit, Y/n. I was going to do everything in my power to win you back and, not just as a friend this time, win you back, so we could finally be what we’ve always wanted to be. But, no! Just when I allowed myself to lean into the feelings I have for you, you got with Oscar and I’ve had to deal with the fact that I lost you to him this whole time. It’s worse than hell, Y/n. It’s worse than anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life.”
Her body visibly tenses, “Are you fucking kidding me, Lando?! Oscar and I aren’t together!”
My mind goes quiet, “What?”
She scoffs, “We were never together! He was helping me get over you! Which proved to be hard because I haven’t yet.”
I shake my head, utter annoyance at my own stupidity, “So, that was never a thing?”
She throws her head back, “Oh my fucking god, Lando, if I didn’t love you, I’d kill you. No, we were never a thing. Oscar was just the one friend I had during the dark part of my life where I tried to move on from you.”
My jaw dropped as I looked at her, my brain trying to form some kind of response, “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”
She nods, “Yeah, you fucking should be. You took so long to realize your feelings for me and then took longer because you read into something that always has been and always will be platonic.”
I drop my head down, but it’s moved up when her hands cup my chin and force my eyes to meet hers, “Lan, why’d you make it so complicated?”
Shaking my head, I exhale, “Because my feelings for you are complicated.”
She smiles lightly, “No, they aren’t.”
I mirror her smile, “No, they aren’t. They’re as clear as day. I love you.”
Her giggling restores the life into my body I lost all that time ago, “Say it again,”
Her wish is my command, always, “I love you.”
I continue to say it softly as I lean down, my hands winding around her hips and pulling her into me as I kiss her. Our first kiss seems to be the best one I’ve ever experienced as her touch glides across my neck and my hands grip the skin of her back after having pushed their way under her shirt. It’s soft and slow, representing the love we found between us. When she pulls away, her face millimeters away from mine, she asks, “Does this make your first race win everything you thought it would be?”
I chuckle, kissing her once more before pulling her into my room and shutting the door, “Yes, but I have an idea of how you could make it even better.”
Her eyebrows rise as my hands begin to move her shirt up and off her body, “Yeah?”
Taking in the start of her bare, gorgeous body, I nod slowly, smirking mischievously, “Oh, yeah.”
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one of the boys // charles leclerc
summary: she's worked for ferrari for four years now. four years that only let her feelings for their number one driver grow stronger and stronger, until she wishes that charles leclerc would stop seeing her as just one of the boys, and start seeing her the way that she sees him
pairing: charles leclerc x mechanic! reader
warnings: ferrari fuckups, sexual tension, sad charles, actually charles goes through a whole range of emotions, matchmaker seb, mentions of workplace harassment, set in the 2022 season when charles won australia, sexual innuendos and references.
she sat on the halo, her feet resting against the seat as she leaned over the engine compartment, her boiler suit tied off around her waist and her hair pinned to the back of her head as the bahrain sun beat down.
ferrari had bottled it again. which meant double-duty for the pit crew to fix it for jeddah.
the radio hummed softly in the background as she cursed, losing her grip on the ratchet. when the engine fried itself, it had also made the parts a lot harder to take apart.
"fucking hell." she groaned, resting her head against the cool, red body of the car. "vasseur was supposed to fix this."
"what are you still doing here? you should have left at least an hour ago?"
the movement in the garage, as well as the voice breaking the almost-silence was enough to get her to look up, heart hammering against her ribcage.
the same annoyingly alert reaction that she'd had to his presence for the last two years.
"charles. what are you doing here?"
"hiding." the driver smiled sadly. the balaclava lines had faded fomr his face, but she could still see the sweat in his hair, the scent of the race mingling with his team-sponsored cologne. "you know how it is after a weekend like this."
"yeah, i do." she could feel the blush creeping onto her face, and she subtly pinched herself to try and make it go down. charles leclerc couldn't give her butterflies, it wasn't right. technically speaking, he was her superior.
but that didn't change how much she cared about him, how much she longed to feel the monegasque's lips against hers
"you should not be working. come out with the rest of us, we're getting drinks and commiserating. did i use that word right?"
it was hard for y/n not to smile at charles' attempt to learn the english language. he had a fantastic grip on the language, but when he tried to use larger words to sound cooler, it was usually followed up with uncertainty, all adding to what she liked to call his 'boston terrier energy'.
"yeah, you got that one right." she chuckled, dismounting the car, pain rocketing through the nerves in her feet as she hit the ground too hard. "that's a beauty of a car. such a shame that the scuderia doesn't know how to treat it properly."
standing next to charles, she was all too aware that she was wearing nothing but a sports bra on the top half of her body, and she wondered if she could pull her boiler suit back on without charles noticing.
charles snorted. "try driving that thing."
she patted him on the shoulder, a sad smile on her face. "give me ten minutes to go put some proper clothes on, and then we'll go out somewhere. drinks are on me, god knows you deserve it."
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"seb, i don't know what to do!" y/n groaned, face against the tabeltop as the german man laughed.
sebastian vettel had been the closest thing she had to a father when she was on the road with the scuderia. in all fairness, the job with ferrari hadn't even been what she went to school for. she had picked engineering at college because it was what everybody else was doing, and she'd stumbled upon this job by accident with the promise of travel. when she was starting to regret everything, it had been sebastian who had convinced her to stay.
"ugh, this is so not funny!" she shouted, throwing her arms in the air and wincing as her knuckle banged against the shop window. they were in a quaint little café in fiji ahead of the australian grand prix, and y/n was in need of some serious advice.
but to get advice from seb, you needed to bribe him with coffee first. hence why they were in the rustic cafe, every bare surface covered in plants that sebastian had spent ages talking to the manager about.
sebastian vettel was a nerd. in a good way, of course.
"you're a lovely young woman, y/n. you have a nice figure."
"does hanna know you're out here complimenting younger women?" she joked, taking a sip from her strawberry lemonade.
sebastian laughed, shaking his head. "you need to let everybody else see that side of you, y/n. let your hair down, wear a nice pair of jeans for once instead of that boiler suit. let the world see the lovely girl that we all know is there."
"i'm going to miss you when you retire."
"i know, kiddo. listen, we're all going out after the race, to have drinks and whatever. go out with hanna, buy yourself a nice new dress on my credit card, and then come out for drinks with us. i guarantee that one look at you will whip charles into shape. you're a catch, y/n. i think that charles would be lucky to have someone like you in his life."
"i'm already a part of his life. as a work friend. and i'm accepted that i'm not likely to be anything more."
seb raised an eybrow. "doesn't sound like it."
in another bar, on another part of the small island of fiji, carlos and charles were having a very similar conversation.
"carlos, i can't make a move! technically, i'm higher ranking at ferrari than she is. there's a power imbalance, what if she feels like she can't say no? it's a harassment case waiting to happen!" charles whined, a pint glass clutched in his hands.
carlos shook his head, an annoyed sigh escaping the back of his throat. "you're an idiot, hermano. she's in love with you! you think you're the only person who sees her staring at you in the garage?
"forgive me if that's not something i want to be wrong about. i could be staking our careers on your little hunch."
groaning, carlos buried his head in his hands. getting through to his teammate was a hopeless and futile affair. once charles leclerc was set in his ways about something, there was no changing his mind.
"what about the party in australia? ask her to dance, buy her a drink? you're not getting any younger, charles. you need to get back out there and start dating again."
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as f1 descended on albert park, the glitz and glamour taking over melbourne, y/n y/l/n and hanna vettel were standing in a small, glitzy boutique, armed with hanna's husband's credit card. the young ferrari mechanic was standing in front of a floor-length mirror, her hair falling around her shoulders.
"hanna, i don't know how i feel about this." she inhaled, staring at her reflection and the ferrari red dress that hugged her figure. "i love it, honestly, i do, i just cringe at the thought of ever wearing it outside of the house. especially if i;m in front of charles!"
hanns sighed, brushing her fingers through the younger girl's hair. "have a little bit of faith in yourself, darling. you look stunning, this dress shows off all your best physical attributes, and charles already knows your best qualities."
"yeah, because who else is going to sing nineties stoner rock songs in the car on the way to the track with me?" y/n laughed, remembering singing ‘teenage dirtbag’ with charles on their way to the track in jeddah, a carpool with some of the other mechanics. charles barely knew the words, but then again, y/n got them wrong a lot as well. “yeah, okay. lets do this fucking thing.”
hanna grinned. “that’s our girl!”
hours later, she was regretting her decision, standing in front of the club in her baggy leather jacket, shaky knees knocking together as she stood outside the front door in her heels and that tiny little dress, voices and laughter wafting through the walls as the inside hummed with the rarity of a ferrari victory. she nervously tapped her fingers against the side of her purse as a group of haas mechanics crossed the parking lot, wolf whistling at her before she flipped them both the bird.
“are you coming inside, or are you just going to stand there and freeze your balls off?”
“oh, if only I had balls to freeze. and this is bloody australia, its not even that cold.” y/n chuckled to herself, turning to look at jessica hawkins, one of the aston martin young drivers. “I need someone to remind me that I dont look stupid in this goddamn dress that hanna vettel picked out for me.”
jessica cocked an eyebrow, looking the mechanic up and down. “babes, you look hot! who are you trying to impress?”
“charles.” y/n mumbled, her face flushing pink before she cleared her throat. “its stupid, isn’t it?”
the other young woman shook her head. “not at all.” she grinned, linking her arm through y/n’s. “come on, lets go get you your man!”
the inside of the club was crowded, yet closed to the public as f1, f2, and the w series descended on the establishment. all of the f3 drivers were too young to legally drink, and had made their displeasure quite clear as they were herded away to an italian restaurant instead of the club.
"drinks for the lovely ladies?" abbie eaton chortled, bringing tequila shots over to where the mechanic and jessica were standing. "cheers on three, yeah?"
jessica sounded off with the countdown, the three women tapping the tiny glasses against each other before throwing back the burning alcoholic drink.
"if i'm going to do this," y/n began, raising her voice to be heard over the drake song that was playing. "i'm doing it right!" she took off her jacket, throwing it over a chair before she made her way over to the dj booth, her ballet flats sticking to the floor.
after a whispered conversation (and a monetary bribe), wheatus' 2000 hit 'teenage dirtbag' began to play over the speakers as y/n and jessica took to the floor, champagne flutes in hand as they began to dance.
from across the way, under the deep blue lights, charles leclerc was in a trance as he watched the way she moved, laughing and giggling as she sang along, finally getting each word right. adn charles would be lying if he said he didn't love the way her legs looked in that short little dress, how full her breasts looked in the red fabric that cradled them.
"is he still being a pussy?" pierre gasly groaned. "come on, man! you won the fucking race, and that's still not giving you the confidence you need to tell her you have a crush on her?"
"i'd rather not embarrass myself too much, thank you pierre." charles grumbled, taking another sip of his fruity mixed drink.
"he won't even drink proper alcohol." carlos commented. "i think she broke him."
pierre shook his head. "i will not stand for this, i am not letting it go on any longer. ilies!" he shouted, waving over his best friend- save for charles of course- and social media manager. "we need you to do something for us, for charles."
ilies nadri nodded. "it's about that girl he keeps talking about, isn't it?"
"exactly. so here's what you're going to do."
back on the dancefloor, y/n was beginning to forget that charles was watching, laughing and singing with jessica as the dj began to play 'toxic' by britney spears, at a drunken lando norris' request.
"looks like you've got an admirier. and it's not charles." nerea marti pointed out, nudging her head in the direction of ilies nadri, who was beginning to make his way over to the girls.
"well, if charles isn't interested." jessica shrugged, calpping her on the shoulders. "you look too pretty tonight to go home alone if you don't want to, and it looks like there's a good looking bloke who wants to join ya."
moments blurred as nadri took y/n's hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and making her laugh with a french come-on, and before she knew it they were dancing to britney.
and she had forgotten about him, about the reason she wore that red dress in the first place.
but charles never forgot about her, his eyes boring into the back of ilies' head as he watched them dancing to a christina aguilera song. his grip was steadily tightening on his glass, and carlos looked over at him with a concerned glance.
"are you sure that getting her to dance with ilies was the smartest idea?" carlos whispered under his breath, raising his eyebrow at pierre. "he's going to break the fucking glass."
"or, he'll get jealous and go over there." pierre reasoned.
"how the fuck do you have a girlfriend, gasly?"
but pierre's reasoning must have been rooted in proof, for charles put down his glass and tromped over to the dance floor, his eyes a certain shade of jealous as he prepared himself to finally make a move.
he didn't speak, sweeping over the dancefloor to grab y/n's arm and pull her away from ilies and away from the dancefloor and it's illuminated vinyl flooring.
"charles, what is wrong with you?" y/n shouted, tispy on her feet and buzzing from alcohol as she tried to ignore the way her chest tightened and her heart skipped a beat at charles' possessiveness.
"i'm in love with you." he blurted out, desperation in his voice. "and i'm tired of hiding how i feel. i don't care how it looks to the outside, or to mattia, but i want to be with you. you were never just one of the boys to me, y/n. you were just you. and i like who i am with you. i want to be able to be that person for you, all the time."
"charles." she said softly, heart softening before starting and stopping again in an erratic beating pattern that would have worried her if she could have heard the beating over the refrain of charles' confessions playing on loop in her mind, louder and louder each time. "just kiss me."
and that's what charles did, an *nsync song playing in the background as he mashed his lips to hers, backing her up against the wall as she giggled, wrapping a slender, bare leg around his own, arms looped haphazardly around his neck and over his shoulders.
"charles, your phone isn't in your front pocket, right?" she panted.
charles looked confused, resting his forehead against hers. "no, i always put it in my back pocket."
"fuck." y/n all but moaned, arousal pooling in her own thighs as she thought about what was in between charles'. "that means that it's your rock-hard cock that's pressing against me right now, and that's so fucking hot."
grinning to himself, charles pressed up against her even more. "whay don't you join me at my hotel, and i'll show you just how fucking hard you make me."
"is that a threat or an invitation?"
"it's whatever you want it to be, mon cher."
"kiss me one more time, and you've got a deal."
#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#formula one x reader#formula 1 imagine#lovelytsunodas katy perry series#charles leclerc x y/n#scuderia ferrari#Spotify
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wouahh. slugcat lineup of all my designs hehe. judge on its own though that slugcat is really big oops. im only gonna tag the main rw guys here but otherwise whenever i draw the others theyll have their own tag. ALSO SAINTS DESIGN IS A LITTLE OUTDATED BUT I DIDNT WANNA EDIT IT TO UPDATE IT
gatherer was the first slugcat purposed by sig, sent with a distasteful message - and is also technically hunter's sibling! and so is judge..... but judge's lore is for later.
individuals under cut!!!
survivor is albino i like them :]
just a guy... you couldnt say no to monk's little eyes could you
third sibling! i went really mint on this one i think
nightcat!! a winged purposed messenger. theyre blind because of a bioengineering fuckup and instead rely on tracking iterator signals, which they use their whiskers for.
hunter! uh oh rot and green blood due to green rot.
gatherer! hunter's "technically sibling" and sig's first slugcat. their tail is prehensile :] they're based on an iggy projection slugcat!
gourmand! oh love the her. cherish the her. i love gourmand. she has a little pouch for sluppies! she can fit about 8 or more in that pouch. she's big
artificer, copper/firedancer and phosphore/flashbang! firedancer has green fire and is thusly named copper hehe. not many notes on these guys :o i just really like artificer's design.
rivulet!! teal!! and i hueshifted my original gradient a bit to fit this. i like them a lot
speam and laceweaver! laceweaver was a spearmaster prototype that suns kept. laceweaver mentored spearmaster alongside another prototype i haven't designed yet. the others.... didn't make it. suns didn't send the gold pearl for me! thats something pebbles made himself. i did alter downpour a lot because there's some things i don't particularly like and downpour is only really an au thats adding onto canon. dont get me wrong i like it but uh oh ramble i'll get into that if prompted
(darker colors are used for the more echo-y saint doodles; the whites are just colors i use for snow) saint! though i've altered the tail pattern design a bit though, usually it's more like this when i draw it.
though this design is also a bit more echo-y but the tail pattern is the same regardless. also the wings uhoh i need to redo a ref for saint
(the dark brown is used for the scars with dodge layers of the same color ontop)
inv- or "the vestige! um. they bleed void fluid. thats why they have those scars. this is canon to my askblog. im working on the lore rewrite we'll get there soon
#rain world#rain world downpour#rw survivor#survivor#rw monk#monk#rw hunter#hunter#rw nightcat#nightcat#rw gourmand#gourmand#rw artificer#artificer#rw rivulet#rivulet#rw spearmaster#spearmaster#rw saint#saint#rw inv#inv#[my art]
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Touching What's Yours ~ Part 3
This story started with a request from @punkclowngutz found HERE. Thank you again for the request! 🙏🏼 This follows the poly fic 'We've All Got Needs' series linked below through Part 6.5, then diverges from there into this alternate miniseries.
Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji
Word Count: 6048
We've All Got Needs Masterlist
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Summary: Relationship discussions, and secrets revealed. Zoro and Sanji decide how comfortable they are with sharing you with each other.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader Insert, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Condoms, Penis in Vagina Sex, Face-Fucking, Choking, Hair-pulling, Spitroasting, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Porn with Feelings, Swearing, Angst, Alcohol, Shame, Cigarettes, They're Gross, Don't Smoke, Pet Names, Zoro might be getting better at feelings, maybe
A/N: Sorry about the length, I didn't want to split this up and leave out the goodies, lol. I hope you enjoy it!
Zoro was itching to touch you. He could see your thighs next to his under the kitchen table, and the feeling of you avoiding his gaze made him sick.
Hardly putting a thing on his plate, Zoro breathed through the memories of all his recent fuckups, and the dread of how you would look at him after today. The memory of sake with the cook last night rolled through his mind, and he clenched his jaw at the thought that he was right.
We need to talk.
Sanji cared for the crew, though his attention kept being drawn toward a certain swordsman this morning.
If this idiot doesn’t eat a decent meal soon, I’ll have to shove it down his throat.
A small, wicked smile curled his lips at the thought, and he coughed as Luffy called his name, asking for fourths.
“Hey, Needy…”
You had stayed back as the rest of the crew filed out after breakfast, then asked Zoro to let you out of the booth.
“But…”
Sanji sat across with his own plate of breakfast, pleading eyes on you while Zoro awkwardly kept you captive by not moving.
“Mon coeur, we were hoping you’d have time to speak with us this morning.”
Zoro’s fists clenched, but he gave a small nod.
“Okay. Can I sit over…” You pointed to the counter, but trailed off as you looked at Zoro. He could feel your eyes on him, and found himself shaking slightly.
“I just want to see you both better,” you explained as you started scooting along the bench to the middle of the large booth so that you could look at them both clearly.
Sanji had to chew his tongue to stay serious with how cute you looked scooching along.
Zoro breathed in slowly, resisting the urge to wrap his arm around your shoulders to keep you close.
It’s gonna be fine. She’s gonna be fine. It’s not over.
“We, uh, have a lot to talk about.”
Your words shot through Zoro like steel bars in his bones, keeping him rigid.
“Of course, darling, please go ahead.”
You cleared your throat, and Zoro was struggling to keep his eyes on yours, feeling like he was waiting for a blow to fall.
“I can’t do this if it’s going to cause issues for the crew, if there’s going to be big fights over me. I know you guys will never stop fighting, but that was serious, and I won’t be a part of it.”
Zoro nodded, his face heating up while Sanji agreed.
“And Zoro,” your voice made his breath hitch as he held your gaze, your face almost blank with your next words.
“I will not be spoken to the way you did yesterday. If something is bothering you, then I will talk with you about it. But not like that.”
Can he rein himself in, Sanji wondered as he watched the faint trembling of the swordsman’s hands.
“I understand. I’m sorry.”
He felt your assessment, your eyes boring into him as you started to nod.
“Thank you. I have something else…”
“Anything, ma belle, what’s on your mind?”
Zoro couldn’t keep himself from clenching his jaw at Sanji’s lilting voice.
This time it was your eyes that were avoiding connection, your fingers twisting as you took a deep breath.
“I know we’ve decided that this arrangement is purely casual. But I don’t think I can be casual. With either of you.”
Zoro stared, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed.
Sanji felt a thrill, wanting to taste your sweet lips as you shared what he thought you were.
“What do you…” Zoro’s voice was strained, and he trailed off as you gave him a small smile.
“I don’t feel comfortable or right with the thought of choosing one of you over the other. I don’t want to create a greater rift. I’m hoping you will both want to continue seeing me, as in a polyamorous relationship.”
“Of course, angel-”
Sanji’s heart almost melted when you smirked at him, cutting him off.
“Please take time to think about this. This is a serious decision, and we would all need to work on communication and trust with each other. I really care about both of you and the crew, and I don’t want to hurt anyone by entering into something you aren’t comfortable with. We need to be honest with each other.”
Sanji watched your face fall as Zoro leaned back, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.
“Marimo… Do you want-”
“Go ahead, cook. Get on with it.”
Your brows tensed as you looked between your paramours, Zoro leaning over the table to rest his head on his fists, while Sanji’s mouth pulled to the side as he chewed the inside of his lip.
“Mon coeur, we’ll take time to think on what you’ve shared. We also have something we need to speak with you about.”
Sanji watched you frown slightly at the word ‘we.’
She’s an angel, she won’t be bothered by something like this.
“Honesty is crucial in relationships, and neither of us would wish to enter into-”
“Gods damn it, waiter. Can you just say it?”
Zoro leaned toward him, his lip twitching as he fought his every instinct. Sanji’s eyes narrowed as he fought a smirk.
Both of their heads snapped to you when you cleared your throat, as if they had forgotten you were there for a moment.
“Everything okay,” you asked, caution in your voice.
“Would you prefer to tell her?”
Zoro opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t push any words through. He shook his head, and Sanji nodded, taking a breath as he met your eyes.
“Y/N, dear. Zoro and I were, uh… intimate recently. We thought you should know before we go further in any relationship with you.”
Your mouth parted slightly as you looked between them, Zoro avoided your gaze while Sanji’s eyes were soft.
“Intimate… Like?”
Zoro clenched his eyes and fists while Sanji stepped in, voice slightly higher than normal.
“Ph-Physically intimate, darling. I didn’t think the details-”
Sanji stopped as Zoro’s eyes seared into him. The blonde let out a tiny gasp at the intensity, the hard lines of Zoro’s face reminding him a bit too much of the other night, not too far from where they were sitting.
Zoro’s eyes flicked to the door, the memory of Sanji gasping for him making his body shake.
“O-Oh… Well, that’s great, you guys,” you breathed out, eyes a bit wide as you took in the tension between them. “If you want to be with me in a poly relationship, then you can be with each other too.”
“No,” Zoro growled. “It’s not happening again.”
Sanji looked down at the table, but he was sure you caught his small smile. He gave you a subtle wink that widened your eyes even more.
“Okay,” you said, clearing your throat again. “How about we talk after dinner? And it’s alright if you need more time to decide.”
Sanji affirmed while Zoro nodded, leaving the booth to give you room.
Zoro couldn’t keep his eyes off the floor, the shame and humiliation eating at him.
She won’t look at me the same way. And she still wants to be with him.
“Zoro?”
Your soft voice pulled his eyes to you, your face leaning down as you looked up at him softly.
“Yeah, Needy,” he said, his voice rough.
“Can I hug you?”
Zoro paused for a moment, feeling stuck in his own mind, but he opened his arms, and breathed in the scent of your hair as you hummed against him.
His mind fought to enjoy your touch, but he couldn’t tell if your hug was for pity or not.
He squeezed you against him, letting his body memorize the feel of yours before he watched you walk out of the galley.
“Moss head, can you hold on a minute?”
Sanji watched the struggling swordsman look toward the ceiling before turning to face him. The morning light was inching toward the afternoon, and Zoro’s face was etched with exhaustion, the light revealing just how dark his eyes were.
“What now?”
Sanji leaned against the counter as he lit his cigarette, watching the smoke trail up to the ceiling before speaking.
“I’ve already thought about this. I am serious about Y/N, and I am alright with sharing her with you. Please, really think this through. She wants to be with you, for some reason.”
“Not just me.”
Sanji scoffed at Zoro’s dark tone, his small words.
“No, our lovely angel has so much love in her heart, she deserves more than one person to hold it. I know it’ll be a difficult task for you, but I hope you can avoid being a dumbass while you decide if you want her love or not.”
Zoro flinched at those words, heat spreading through his body as Sanji stepped in front of him.
“Are you really going to say no to the possibility of being loved?”
Those words fell on them both, heavy and sharp, digging their claws in.
Sanji followed his question with another slow drag, bringing the cigarette to his lips as he stared Zoro down.
Zoro’s eyes were drawn to that mouth, his mind empty as he watched that tongue wet those soft lips. Those soft lips that curled at the edges, smiling while Zoro stood in silence.
Sanji’s eye that wasn’t hidden by that blonde hair was practically sparkling when Zoro finally met his gaze.
“Well, Marimo?”
Zoro turned and left, not sure what he would have done or said if he stayed a moment longer.
Sanji stood in the quiet, biting his lip.
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An awkward silence fell over the galley as the three of you sat after dinner. Sanji loved the way you fidgeted with your fingers when you were nervous.
“Have you… Have you both had enough time to think about this?”
Sanji nodded, his heart practically beaming from his eyes as he answered.
“I have, sweet Y/N. I would love to enter a serious relationship with you, and I am willing to share you, even with moss head.”
You smiled, keeping your mouth closed as if you were holding it in before shifting your attention to Zoro.
He forgot all the words he’d practiced, but after a moment, he spoke into the quiet room. Letting himself feel.
“Me too, Needy. I wanna be with you.”
You let out something between a laugh and a sob, and reached both of your hands out.
Sanji grasped one, leaning down to kiss your soft fingers. Zoro squeezed your hand, breathing deep before questioning.
“So how… is this gonna work?”
Sanji and Zoro both resisted as you pulled your hands away, but it was only to wipe small tears from your eyes as you looked at them.
“Honestly, is it alright if we go through all of that tomorrow? We should check in after breakfast again, we can figure everything out.”
“Of course, my love. Would you like anything else to eat, dessert maybe? A drink?”
“I’ll take a drink,” Zoro huffed, gaining a frown from Sanji. But you laughed and agreed, so Sanji brought a bottle of sake to share.
Zoro and Sanji moved in, sitting on either side of you. Zoro wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and Sanji didn’t push him by leaning too close. Instead, he held your hand, occasionally letting his rest on your thigh, fingers tracing pretty shapes.
Little satisfied sighs kept leaving your lips, and Sanji wanted to cherish each moment of you looking so happy and relaxed.
Zoro kept drinking until he felt lighter, finally laughing.
“I know we’re talking about it tomorrow. But I… I still wanna know.”
“Know what,” you asked, head tilted up.
“How this is supposed to work,” Zoro questioned, gesturing between the three of you while Sanji stifled a laugh.
“Oh, I, uh. Well, it’ll work how we decide it will. We’ll need to be open and talk about our needs, and work it out together.”
“... Yeah, that’s good. But how?”
Zoro gave another small wave of his hand, and Sanji couldn’t keep from laughing.
“Shut up, idiot cook.”
You ignored Sanji, reaching to touch Zoro’s cheek.
“What do you mean, Zoro?”
“I believe I know what moss head means. He wants to know how sex is going to work.”
“It’s not like-” Zoro growled over Sanji’s laughter, squeezing you closer to his own body. You had to bite your lip to keep from joining in.
“It’s okay, Zoro. We’ll talk about that too, and work out what everyone’s comfortable with.”
There was a brief pause before Sanji let out a low chuckle, unable to keep his mouth shut.
“Marimo, are you wondering if our lovely girlfriend wants us to pleasure her at the same time?”
You yelped, and smacked Sanji’s hand softly, but all he did was lower his head to wink at you.
Sanji assessed Zoro, wondering how long it would take before the first mate admits what he wants.
Zoro stayed silent, arm still tight around you until you practically squeaked out a response.
“We don’t have to do that. But I would, um… I would definitely like to try. If you’re comfortable with it.”
Gods, she’s so perfect, Sanji thought as his body thrummed with desire.
Zoro took another swig of sake before looking down at you with a smirk.
“You are so fuckin’ needy.”
You poked at his ribs, squirming with happiness at the mischief on his face, and Sanji’s lips that were leaving soft kisses along your hand and arm.
“What? It’s true. Can’t even settle for two boyfriends, you need to have two cocks in you at the same time?”
Sanji heard the laughter in those words, glad to hear the swordsman loosening up. Those words could have been said in anger, but Zoro gave a deep, hearty laugh as you shoved against him playfully.
He’s got a good laugh.
Zoro felt light, and it was a relief. He hoped it wasn’t just the sake, he knew he hadn't gone anywhere close to his limit. Regardless, he wanted to remember how this felt, how relaxed he was with sharing you. He wouldn’t get you to himself, but he still got you.
Maybe this won’t be so bad.
Zoro leaned in, kissing your temple while you still protested against him, laughter shaking your body.
“Is that what you want, Needy? You want us both to fuck you right now?”
Zoro’s words came out husky and dark, and he smirked as you gasped, your body going still beside him.
Sanji hummed, letting his fingers trail along your bare thighs, just tickling along the edge of your shorts.
Your head fell back against Zoro’s arm, your breath heavy.
“Don’t forget to be honest, pretty thing. Do you want this?”
Zoro needed you to say yes. Your scent, and the heat of your body against him was overwhelming, especially after the last few days. He needed to be inside you, to watch you fall apart for him.
Fuck, I need her so bad.
“Yes. I want you both right now, please.”
Sanji moaned softly, and brought his fingers to trace along your clothed cunt, feeling a damp spot already growing from the thought of these two men taking you at the same time.
Zoro grabbed your chin, pulling your face to his, and claiming your lips. Zoro wanted to have you, wanted to take the feeling of you into himself, so he let his tongue dig into you while he ate your little moans.
Sanji kissed and touched where he could reach in their position, not wanting to push Zoro too far with his touch before the fun had even started. But the need in your voice had made him achingly hard, and he wanted to shower you with every pleasure.
“Our gorgeous girl is soaked through her shorts already. Let’s take care of her, swordsman.”
“Hold the sake,” Zoro commanded, handing the bottle to Sanji after taking another drink.
Then you were gasping as he twisted, grabbing your waist and pulling you up off the bench before sitting you on the table to face them, your calves dangling off the side to the bench between them.
“What are you-”
“I’m hungry,” Zoro teased, his husky voice sending shivers to both of his companions.
With a nervous giggle you laid back on the table, and let them both pull at your shorts until you were bare from the waist down.
Leaning on your elbows, your eyes rolled back in your head at the sight of both of their needy faces as they watched you spread like a meal before them.
“Come here.”
Your face, your skin, and your pretty little pussy took everything from Zoro’s mind except for need. Your wordless invitation of your spread legs had sent fire through him, and he grabbed your hips, pulling your delicious body toward him before plunging his tongue inside you.
Your back arched, and Sanji watched Zoro feast on you with such intensity that his mouth fell open. Sanji moved in closer, kissing your ankle and calf as his hand trailed along your hip and stomach. You reached out your hand and he grasped it, feeling his own body pulse as you crushed his fingers.
Zoro groaned into your core, sending vibrations through you before he brought his tongue to your clit, attacking while he shoved two fingers inside you.
Sanji let you rest your ankle on his shoulder as Zoro lost himself in you.
“Go easy on her, we’re just getting started.”
“You’ll get your turn, waiter.”
You cried out at that gruff promise, then stifled a scream as Zoro sucked your clit into your mouth, biting it softly as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside over and over. Sanji moved down the bench so he could trace his fingers along your lips, and you eagerly took them in, sucking on him as you fought your screams.
You were bucking against Zoro’s face now, and he laughed into you while he ripped the orgasm from your body.
Sanji felt dizzy as his focus kept sliding from your beautiful face, contorted with pleasure as you choked on his fingers versus Zoro’s feverish assault, his face near manic, dripping in your pleasure.
Zoro left a few kisses and small bites along your thighs as you caught your breath before taking the sake from Sanji.
“Alright, needy girl. Show us how much you can take. Your turn now, cook.”
Sanji wanted to argue, to step in that he was being too harsh with you, but the moan that left your lips when his turn was announced had his cock straining in his slacks, he could feel precum already leaking through the fabric.
Zoro pushed your knees toward you as Sanji scooted in, taking his place. Their thighs and hands brushed against each other, and Sanji held his breath, waiting for Zoro to freak out.
Instead, Zoro just moved down the bench toward your face, tugging at the bottom of your shirt.
“Take this off.”
There was no arguing with his voice, and Sanji moaned as you sat up, freeing your breasts so they bounced above him.
You smiled at him, biting your lip as he couldn't resist reaching up to caress and gently squeeze that warm flesh, rubbing his thumbs across your nipples.
Zoro cleared his throat, and you laid back with a smirk, his fingers trailing along your chest now.
Sanji stared down at the mess Zoro had made as he ran his hands over your thighs. The thought of tasting you after watching Zoro make you scream was almost too much. Sanji's mouth hung open, and he didn’t think he could last much longer with all of this.
I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of this.
Sanji tasted you, leaving a sensual kiss on your clit as you started moving for him.
“Gods, you taste incredible, darling.”
“Yeah, she does,” Zoro agreed, his hand forcing you to look at him while Sanji got started.
Sanji licked long, slow stripes through your folds, and you were already so sensitive after Zoro’s attack.
Sanji found your clit again, and treated it like it was precious, humming against your skin. He couldn’t help but smile when you reacted to his tongue ring, and he started to fall into the feel of you, nothing in his mind except for your sounds, your scent, and the way your clit started pulsing in his mouth.
Sanji started with two fingers, curling expertly until pretty moans left your lips.
Then you were twitching as Zoro’s fingers wrapped around your throat, the delicious sensation of it bringing you so close.
Sanji looked up to the sight, a hint of anger hitting his system.
Zoro chuckled, loosening his grip.
“Couldn’t you tell she liked it? Maybe you don’t know her pussy like-”
“Stop,” you gasped, not wanting to lose the high you were so close to. “Sanji I do like that, and I love what you’re doing. Please keep going, I’m so close.”
Sanji’s eyes rolled back at your beautiful whine, so he brought his mouth to your clit, and added a third finger.
He kept his eyes trained on you as Zoro choked you again. The sight was still hard for Sanji to sit with, but the way your pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vise had him groaning.
Zoro loved the way your eyes were fluttering for him, letting his grip loosen, then starting again as you gave him small, hungry moans.
He tried not to think about the other person making you feel good, but kept glancing down at that blonde hair, and the heavy lidded eyes that watched his hand on your throat.
Zoro covered your mouth with his free hand while Sanji pulled an intense orgasm from you, your body spasming with waves of vibrating pleasure.
You fell limp against the table, Zoro’s low laughs and Sanji’s praises washing over you.
“All done,” you breathed out in question, voice rough.
“Fuck no, not even close.”
Zoro gripped your hair, the soft feel of it in his fingers making him want to rip you toward him.
Sanji cleared his throat, kissing your shins as he pulled away, always keeping his hands on your skin.
“Sweetheart, would you prefer to continue here or in a bed-”
“She doesn’t-”
“Bed, please.”
Zoro glanced down at you, your face loose from pleasure and he smiled, loving the way you hummed as you nuzzled against his outstretched fingers.
The glow of you distracted him so much that he didn’t notice that Sanji had moved and stood from the table.
“Why don’t you two head to Y/N’s room, I’ll follow with some goodies and supplies.”
Zoro huffed a laugh, trying not to notice the very clear evidence of Sanji’s desire tenting his dress pants.
“Don’t take too long, cook, or there won’t be anything left for you.”
Sanji ignored the threat as he helped you to your feet, handing you your shorts. He pressed himself against you as he kissed you, deep and slow. The overwhelmed cook almost cried at the moans you let him taste while he rutted his clothed, aching cock along your hip.
Sanji could have died at the whine you let out when Zoro pulled you away from him.
“Alright waiter, there’d better be booze with those goodies.”
Sanji headed to the cupboard with a laugh as Zoro watched you put your clothes back on, steadying you with his warm hands when you wobbled.
“I’ll be right there,” Sanji promised as he added some fruit and another bottle of sake to his platter.
Fuuuck.
Sanji waited for the door to swing closed behind you before grabbing a hand towel, and shutting himself in the pantry.
A soft hiss left his lips as he pulled his throbbing cock from his pants, holding his breath as he started to stroke the feverish skin.
He couldn’t believe he’d held off as long as he did, the sights and sounds of you letting them both taste you was too much.
Sanji remembered your back arching over the table while Zoro laughed, his face gleaming with your pleasure. He gripped the towel, taking no time at all to fill the fabric with hot spurts of come, slumping against the wall.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered as he caught his breath, cleaning himself up before running to get more of you, anything you would give him.
She’s a fucking goddess.
Zoro was smirking to himself as he led you down the hall, leaning to kiss your temple as you moved on unsure legs.
“Need me to carry you, pretty girl?”
“No,” you scoffed, the blush creeping up your cheeks feeling like a drug for your green haired escort.
“Don’t lie,” he whispered over your ear as you made it to your door.
Zoro watched you shiver as you stepped into your quarters, and he took a deep breath as he followed.
She still wants me.
The shy smile you gave him made his whole body hot. He couldn’t make sense of the way you made him feel. All he could do was act on it, so he pulled you up into a kiss, holding you as your thighs wrapped around his waist.
He kneaded the soft skin of your ass, and your fingers pulling the strands of his hair was sending shockwaves through him. Zoro forgot all the things he’d planned to do to you once that door was closed. He forgot that someone else would be joining, until the soft knock and lilting voice traveled in.
“May I come in, princess?”
“Only if you have booze,” Zoro demanded, leaning in to lick and bite at your neck and chest while you giggled in his arms.
Sanji balanced the tray on one hand to open the door, walking in to see you and Zoro melting into each other. His mind couldn’t help the flash of jealousy, and the worry that Zoro had found you first, that you wouldn’t feel the same for him.
But he shook it off, just grateful to be here with you.
And maybe with this stupid Marimo.
Ignoring that thought, Sanji set down the plate of sake, fruit, condoms, and lube.
“All four food groups,” you giggled as you reached for a grape.
You were so cute that Sanji wanted to squeeze you, resisting the urge to crush you in his arms while Zoro grabbed the sake.
Snagging it from him, you took a long swig before crawling to the center of the bed, pulling your clothes back off.
The boys stood silently, eyes burning into you as your skin flushed.
“Come here,” you spoke softly, reaching your hands out.
More clothes dropped to the floor, and your eyes flicked back and forth between them, gasping when they were fully nude.
“Who goes where?”
Zoro’s voice was low, raspy as he kept his eyes trained on you.
“Oh, I… I don’t want to pick.”
A nervous laugh left your lips, and you scrambled to your bedside table. You found a coin, holding it up.
“How about since you asked, Zoro, I’ll flip this and see if you get heads or tails?”
They both laughed, while Sanji surreptitiously glanced at Zoro, whose long cock bounced with the movement.
Damn, he thought, shaking the shivers away as you tossed the coin in the air.
You caught it, barely, but planted it on your arm before revealing the coin, heads side up.
“Is that alright?”
Zoro crawled onto the bed, answering your question with his lips on yours.
Sanji followed, smoothing his hands along your back, kissing your shoulder blades as he squeezed your hips. He snagged a condom and lube, then waited as you turned for him, melting into a kiss.
“Come on, needy girl,” Zoro teased as he looked your gorgeous body up and down.
Sanji moved behind you, whispering against your shoulder.
“Reach back and tap your thigh if it’s too much, angel.”
��You must not know our girl. It’s never too much, huh, kitten?”
Shivers ran over you as you dropped to your hands and knees, eyes on the bead of precum pooling on Zoro’s tip.
“Just tap if you need to, sweetheart. But I know you can take it. You’re going to be so good for us, aren’t you?”
Sanji rubbed the condom and lube down his sensitive shaft, his words coming out darker as he looked at your sweet ass arched up just for him, your body inviting him in.
He looked up at Zoro, the image of him about to shove himself down your throat making his own cock twitch.
“Don’t be too rough with her.”
Zoro finally looked at him again, eyes narrowing as he glanced at Sanji’s cock, the intense girth making him frown slightly.
Sanji held in a smirk as Zoro met his eyes.
“How about you worry about yourself, and enjoy how much her pussy loves it when she chokes on my cock.”
He didn’t see Sanji’s open mouthed reaction to his words because your tongue had reached out, licking the precum, and swirling around his tip.
Zoro threw his head back, moaning softly as you slowly took more of him into your mouth.
Sanji shook with need as he smoothed his hands over your ass before teasing his fingers along your clit.
You were already giving gorgeous moans around Zoro’s cock when Sanji tested you again, three fingers curling inside.
Zoro was losing himself again, your beautiful noises vibrating through him before you’d even taken him fully. He gripped your hair, holding you steady, aching to just shove himself in your warm throat already.
“Quit playing around, this needy girl wanted two cocks in her.”
Sanji huffed a laugh, but brought his tip to rub against your clit, making your body push back against him, begging for more.
With a groan, Sanji held your hips in place, slowly pressing into you, your muffled moans getting more intense, more desperate as your body was stretched for him. The feeling of forcing himself into you filled him with guilt and need at the pain and pleasure you took from his thick cock.
You were whimpering around Zoro by the time Sanji was fully sheathed in you, and he shuddered before slowly pulling out to thrust back in.
“Fuck, angel, your pussy is perfect, sucking me in so well.”
Zoro closed his eyes at Sanji’s praise, feeling his cock pulsing on your tongue. He gripped your hair tighter now, looking down at your face, your eyes already tearing up.
“You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, aren’t you, Needy? Open that throat up for me.”
You nodded as well as you could, and Sanji gasped at how hard you squeezed around him when Zoro shoved himself into you.
Sanji wanted to stop him, but your moans and the spasming in your sweet pussy stole his words. All he could do was start thrusting into you harder, every movement turning you into a twitching, desperate mess.
“You’re doing so well, princess, just like you were made for it.”
The feeling of your throat squeezing Zoro’s cock while you whined and cried for him sent his head spinning.
And soon his own rhythm of fucking into your face was aided by Sanji pounding into you, getting more intense with each thrust.
Zoro met Sanji’s blown out eyes over your quivering body, and his mind flashed on the way the blonde had looked when Zoro had taken him in the kitchen. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, and the way his dick throbbed on your tongue as he remembered how Sanji’s throat had felt.
Sanji’s mouth was hanging open, your body, your scent all overwhelming him.
The way Zoro’s muscles tightened as he thrust into you, and the memory of those hands gripping his own hair as the swordsman took what he wanted.
When Zoro met his eyes and moaned, Sanji’s body spasmed, and he reached down to play with your clit, needing to feel you coming again before he let himself fall to pieces.
Zoro clamped his eyes shut, trying to focus on you, and not that blonde cook, but it was too late.
Two faces with red, swollen lips filled his mind, and the thought of them both taking his cock like this sent Zoro groaning, gripping your hair while his hot come poured down your eager throat.
You were already twitching as Sanji’s fingers danced on your clit, and he followed almost immediately as your orgasm tore through you.
He kept pushing through his own, helping you ride yours out while he panted behind you.
Zoro leaned down, stroking your hair and wiping tears from your cheeks. He smirked at your dilated eyes that were almost crossing as you relearned how to breathe.
Sanji pulled away to clean himself up, then brought a towel to your thighs, helping you lay down off your wobbly arms and legs so he could gently clean your skin.
“So Needy, was that too much for you?”
You shook your head, smiling as your body sank into relaxation. Zoro sat at the headboard, and pulled you until your head was in his lap. Sanji laid beside you, tracing fingers along your stomach and hips, your body shivering with pleasure at their touch.
“Mm, can you stay?”
Sanji and Zoro’s eyes met, Zoro quickly looking away as he cleared his throat.
“Who?”
Your eyes cracked open as your skin flushed, looking between them.
“Both. If that’s alright?”
Sanji took a breath, standing and pulling on his briefs before sliding into bed next to you without a word.
Zoro chewed his lip, watching you curl around Sanji's back, humming as you nestled against him.
He grabbed his boxers, and pulled the blanket over your bodies as he curled around you. He didn’t know where to put his arm, as it would curl over Sanji if he wrapped it around you in the middle.
He awkwardly laid it over the blanket, reaching it down along your thigh.
The contented sighs falling from your perfect lips filled Zoro and Sanji with warmth. They were both so grateful to be with you, especially now that you were theirs, their girlfriend, not just something casual.
But there was a new kind of tension now. A push against each other that tinged their past feuds with just a taste of heat.
The cook and the swordsman drank in the warmth and joy of you against their skin, but neither could shake that awareness, that knowledge of just how close they were.
Sanji’s breath was heavy as his body practically hummed in anticipation, and the uncertainty of how Zoro would react.
He thought of tomorrow, and if they’d go back to business as usual, or worse. Or if he even wanted anything to change with the first mate.
He’s such an idiot, Sanji thought, still feeling the inches of distance between Zoro’s fingers and his thigh.
Zoro plunged his face into your hair, hoping to drown in you. But no matter how much he flooded his mind with images of you, that stupid blonde’s face kept popping in, and he could practically feel how close they were to accidentally touching, like the pressure of magnets pushing apart.
I’ve got Needy. I don’t want anything else.
He repeated that thought like a mantra as his hand itched to stretch out. He finally rolled away from you, laying on his back as you slept, soft breaths lifting your chest as you stayed snug against Sanji’s back.
Grumbling at himself, Zoro turned away, pressing his back against yours, caging you between them as he fought his racing thoughts.
Sanji tilted, lifting his head to check on the movement. He rolled his eyes at the sight of Zoro turning away, closing himself off.
His own words poured through his mind, and he bit his lip at the thought that Zoro might keep saying no to the possibility of being loved. He settled back against you, his eyes drifting closed as sleep fell on this group of lovers.
Dumbass Marimo.
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Seeing a lot of Step dads being asked to adopt officially their step kids today on Tiktok and it made me think of Eddie doing something like that with Wayne.
We don’t know if Wayne officially adopted him, maybe he’s just in temporary care and now Eddie is old enough to not need an adult to look after him but when anyone asks him about his parents he always talks about Wayne so he might as well make it official, right?
Steve helps him prepare the papers in time for Christmas and he even asks Jonathan for his camera so he can capture the moment.
Despite being sure, Eddie feels a little nervous. He knows that Wayne loves him like a son, but he also knows that taking care of him wasn’t something he chose, more like the right thing to do when your brother is a fuckup and goes to prison leaving his kid to fend for himself.
Steve cheers him up by threatening him that if he doesn’t ask Wayne to adopt him, he will. Somehow that’s the weirdest and sweetest threat Eddie has ever received.
Eddie gives the papers to Wayne on Christmas, carefully folded inside a box, under a very ugly mug he knows Wayne will love in case the adoption papers aren’t well received.
Wayne opens the box and huffs looking at the dog-shaped mug “you’ve outdone yourself son, might be my new favorite one”.
He notices the way Eddie flinches at the word “son” but he shrugs it off and turns to Steve, gesturing at the camera in his hands “is this all? Wanted to take a picture of this ugly ass mug?”
Steve tries to use a neutral tone, but it comes out fond nonetheless “I think there’s something else”.
Wayne frowns, turns to Eddie who’s bouncing on his place “look at the bottom of the box” Eddie points at it.
He picks the piece of paper, unfolds it and, after giving a suspicious look to the both of them, he reads quietly.
If they didn’t know Wayne, they probably wouldn’t have noticed his eyes getting a little watery and his hands lightly trembling.
Eddie and Steve exchange a knowing look and a big smile, Steve takes it as his cue to snap the first picture.
The second depicts Eddie putting his hand on Wayne’s shoulder and his uncle -or better, his dad- looking up to hold back the tears.
The third one, everyone’s favorite, has Wayne enveloping Eddie in a bone-crushing hug and Eddie’s surprised face.
A while later, when everyone has calmed down and Wayne has signed everything he needed to, he asks “so, what about Steve?”
The boys give him a surprised look “what about me?” Steve wonders.
“Either you two get married or I adopt you too” he says simply, sipping his coffee from his new favorite dog mug.
Both Eddie and Steve get red and ramble about how it is way too soon and that gay marriage being illegal anyways.
“Im just saying, son” Wayne dwells a second on the word, as it has taken a new meaning for him “that Steve is part of the family too, and if you don’t make it official then I will.”
Eddie doesn’t give Steve any time to react “No fucking way, man” he jumps out of his seat and points at his boyfriend without looking at him “I’m asking him as soon as marriages are legal!”
“We’ll see” replies Wayne, just to rile him up, which works perfectly.
“Are you challenging me?” He turns to Steve, scandalized “don’t you dare become my step brother Steve!”
Steve winces just at the thought of it “of course-“
“How do you expect Steve to say yes to marring you if you’re this controlling?” Wayne interrupts him.
“Me?? I would be a great husband! The best!” Eddie replies, looking outraged.
Steve covers his face in his hands and mutters “oh my God” as Wayne keeps poking at Eddie and the latter takes every bait.
It takes Eddie approximately 45 minutes to realize he had been talking about being Steve’s husband in front of him the whole time despite never having that conversation between them first.
His embarrassed expression once he realizes is Wayne second’s favorite Christmas present that year.
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how would the moon boys react to reader flirting w another person to make them jealous? (they're friends w benefits)
okay so I made this a tad angsty just bc I feel it suits and bc I wanted it, but shush, that’s neither here nor there. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
FWB MAKING THE MOONBOYS JEALOUS.
moonboys x gn reader (not as the moon system)
warnings. angst? bad writing/ thoughts and hcs
I feel like marc is a lot more insecure than he lets on or more than one may think. he's usually the type to shrug and gruff dismissively, not wanting to bring attention to it, or to the fact that he cares about something... you. because you're casually messing about, he tries not to expect anything else of you. to see you flirting may make him feel insecure and make him remember what a fuckup he is. it would make him feel stupid to think that you'd want something more with him. I don't think he would take it too lightly, and would most likely be wounded by your games. how you'd essentially toy with him when he put himself out there (he's probably had lots of casual sex before, but nothing quite like your situation) maybe he doesn't like to be on the opposite end of the stick - to be the one that is more invested in a 'relationship'. I feel like he'd brush you off, saying, "yeah, yeah im good. gonna uh— gonna head to bed now."
with steven I think he's always wary about situationships - it's not something he's usually down for. except maybe he really likes you, and this way being friends with benefits is as close as he can get to being with you, so he takes the opportunity. again, same with marc, it would make him feel insecure for you to flirt with someone else to make him jealous. it would make him feel inadequate to think he had a shot with you. he already felt like you were out of his league, and it would make him feel ridiculous for thinking otherwise. maybe he would laugh it off and pretend he was okay with you 'toying' with him, but really he'd just be upset and disappointed (in himself and dare I say... you... soz) I feel like he'd chuckle and say, "yeah, no— no, that was— yeah, you got me there." and he'd just walk off
for jake im on the fence a bit here. one hand I think he'd entertain it, maybe playing you and retaliating to make you jealous. he would find himself someone on their own at the bar, just in eye sight of you and would hit on them - making sure you can see. he thinks that becuase you're playing games, he gets to as well. BUT im also weighing with the fact of how volite and explossive he can be, and how he reacts before he can think. so perhaps if you're flirting with another man, he'd go up to you both and push him away, maybe holding your arm and walking you out the bar. mumbling to himself as he pushes past people. he'd be like, "what the hell was that? going around and flirting with people you meet at bars?" and then you say, "we're not dating. we aren't anything," and then he'd be like, "yeah, you're right," and then would let go of your arm and nod and walk away
#request#yonlyssguts#marc spector#marc spector angst#marc spector x reader#steven grant#steven grant angst#steven grant x reader#jake lockley#jake lockley angst#jake lockley x reader#gn reader#moon boys#moonknight x reader#moon knight
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I think a lot about how different drey ferin is from his family and why he is that way, especially now that we have the connection that they get their traits from the sun goddess herself.
I think a lot about Drey Ferin who was born with black hair, who's powers never really seemed to work, who decided to hide his glowing eye.
I think a lot about Drey Ferin who was born differently, who doesn't know what he did to deserve this. Who doesn't know what he did to make aster hate him personally. Who wonders if she saw in his soul that he was a fuckup, or if she just didn't care enough; and which one hurts worse.
I think a lot about Drey Ferin who was abandoned by not only his family but also the goddess of the sun, who never got the light in his life. Black hair, blind in one eye, drowned in the darkness and held in a dark cell for 10 years. Drey Ferin who always got the short end of the stick for no other reason than the way he was born.
I think a lot about Drey Ferin, wondering if the hate of his family or the hate of the sun herself hurts worse; wondering which burning will make him light on fire one day. Wondering whether it will hurt less to hate himself or the goddess that made him this way.
"same hands that made the moon and the stars got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts; I don't know what I believe. But it's easier to think he made a mistake with me"
-God must hate me (Catie Turner)
#incredibly self indulgent#but i dont care#this is tumblr i can do what i want#so i will give every character religious trauma i can get my grabby little hands on#religious trauma#drey ferin#jrwi drey#jrwi#just roll with it#jrwi spoilers#jrwi riptide
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kickoff! reader who is stalking gojos page and accidentally likes one of his oldest posts. she panics and turns off her phone, without unliking it.
kickoff!gojo who is re reading your guys instagram messages and you text him while he’s doing this. he scrambles to come up with a reason as to why he read your message instantly
kickoff! reader who tries to watch soccer games to understand what’s happening. she probably yells offsides at everything. gojo can only smile at her and offer to help her out
kickoff! gojo who takes a picture of your silhouette in front of those statues you meet up at during the sunset (without your knowledge) and makes it his lock screen. you ask him about it but he just pretends that it’s a soccer goal and the sunset behind it.
kickoff! reader who finds herself thinking of satoru way too much. will see basically anything and be reminded of him. “oh a pair of sunglasses? gojo would like those” “hm, they started selling a strawberry tea? gojo would drink that”
kickoff! gojo who loves the sims. unironically makes a sim version of him and reader. tbh he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he just starts thinking about reader and starts adding her features. thinks it’s funny to make them have “fun time”
kickoff! reader who is looking through the game pictures she takes and finds herself staring at gojo. doesn’t even realize she’s doing it until mina walks in on her. think peter parker and gwen stacy
kickoff!gojo who has a full “project m’bappe” for your future kids. starts the kids off with a soccer plush and it leads to them being absolute powerhouses in toddler leagues
kickoff! reader who used to play soccer as a kid. threw a tantrum in the middle of a game because she decided she hated it. only started to like it again because of gojo
kickoff! gojo who keeps a printed out picture of the two of you in his wallet. Suguru took it at the frat party when gojo kissed you. around you is blurry and flashing lights, in the middle of the chaos is gojos lips pressed against yours. His hand is holding your waist, you’re slightly on your tippy toes to reach him. He sometimes zones off when paying because the picture catches his eye
BABE……..WHEN I TELL YOU IM BLUSHING N SQUEALING N KICKING MY FEET SM RN…..UHHH I THINK U MIGHT HAVE TO JUST TAKE OVER WRITING THE SERIES FOR ME??? bc i went thru sm emotions reading these pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
ok first of all tysm for thinking of these and sending them to me???? i genuinely cannot believe youve made headcanons for my fic that’s so surreal n i will forever remember this 😭😭
BUT ALSO THESE ARE SO ACCURATE PLS and all the little details omg it means sm that youve noticed all these lil thinfs throughout the fic n their relationship n i cld cry rn 😭😭
pls excuse me for addressing each n every one of these bc im so excited by them i fear this ask will be long so i’m adding a keep reading loool
sobsosbsosbsbsossbb the headcanons ab their digital fuckups LMAOO omg reader is 100% the type to be stalking him at 3am even tho she swears shes not even THAT down bad for him n then she loses all feeling in her face when she realizes she liked a post from when he was like in high school or sumn🧍🏻♀️there’s no coming back from that LMFAOO but i feel like gojo wldnt even notice it bc he probs gets a lot of notifs so she’s safe this time around 😭😭 BUT YOURE ALSO SO RIGHT AB HIM REREADING MESSAGES N THEN GETTING SPOOKED WHEN HE REALIZES SHE SAW THAT HE READ IT RIGHT AWAY LMAO i feel like he’d pull something like “uhhhh i was just about to trxt you, that’s why” and she’s like “🤨 this is the fifth time that’s allegedly happened”
aww reader trying to understand soccer for him 😭 thats so cute bahah also i made another headcanon recently from another anon who mentioned gojo streaming the world cup hehe it’d be so cute if reader shows up to the frat game nights in the jersey of the team that gojo’s rooting for bc she’s just trying to be a supportive girlfriend n she gets excited watching the game but she’s actually got no clue what tf is going on 💀 but gojo adores her for it so thats ok
the lockscreeennn that’s so cute 😭 also i love the idea of reader being his muse too :”) like he doesn’t know much about photography but bc of her he’s like kinda curious about it now so he’s always taking pictures of her w his phone while she’s not looking :”) i imagine his camera roll is just a bunch of candids of her while she’s dissociating off into the distance or something 🤣 n he’s like “wow so pretty im so good at this”
OK BUT READER IS ME THINKING AB GOJO EVERYWHERE I GO LMAOO no but srs that one made heart skip a beat bc how sweeettt is that 😭 i think that is a true mark of love where u think of someone everywhere you go :”) for gojo, i imagine that anytime he sees anything scenic or colorful or something like blooms of flowers or a nice sky he thinks of how she wld probably really love to take pics of it n he gets sad she’s not there to do so
okk im down for sims boyfriend gojo 🤣 and wdym by fun time omg 😭 pls dont tell me it’s possible to make people BONK on sims. ive seen a lot of tiktoks recently about how they added gojo to stardew valley n ppl have been marrying him lmfaoo i wonder if gojo wld try to marry her in sims 💀 cant tell if thats cute or creepy PLS tbh i’d probs be like “aww babe”🧍🏻♀️
and YES AB THE ONE WHERE SHE STARES AT GOJO’s PICS THATS PRACTICALLY CANON, also, there was supposed to be a scene exactly like that in ch8 where mina walks in on her staring at the pics she was editing for her professor 😭😭 so ur 100% right on. i just bet he looks so handsome in those photos cuz he’s concentrated n sweaty n probs looks really determined n in his element tbf i’d be starinf at those pics too LOL
YOURE SO RIGHT HAHA he’d make sure their kids are soccer prodigies 😭😭 startin them YOUNG. reader’s like “dont u think they’ve practiced enough today…they’re supposed to go to that birthday party at noon” and he’s like “THE GRIND NEVER STOPS😤🔥” 💀💀 unironically the type of dad that wakes his kids up at 5am on summer break to take em to soccer bootcamp or sumn 😭😭 ok but he knows theyre just kids n lets them have fun haha obviously but he just has high expectations for them lmaoo
im so tender to the idea of reader having played soccer in her youuuuthh how cute wld it be if she unknowingly also had a crush on gojo back when they were kids (maybe there was some sort of co-ed game they played ONCE when their elementary schools organized it n she was like omg who’s that boy over theree n it’s just 8 y/o gojo who’s got all the 2nd grade girlies swooning even back then 🤣) but in adulthood she probably doesnt rememebr that at all haha OMGGGG I NEED TO MAKE THIS CANON BC HOW ADORABLE WOULD IT BE IF GOJO’s MOM HAD TAKEN A PICTURE OF THE GAME BACK THEN N U CAN SEE LITTLE GOJO N LITTLE READER ARE IN THE SAME PHOTO im gonna sob???? im so inspired by these rn??? anon??? can i fr hug u through the screen???
omggg ok im deceased im dead ab the PICTURE IN HIS WALLET. THAT IS SO HUSBAND CODED and adorabke asf i just might melt rn 😭 him getting distarcted while paying kakskddjhd also i can imagine him having a picture in his wallet of her in her cap n gown on n stoles n everything during graduation or something bc it reminds him of their college days :”) n when he’s playing away games during national league he’s always looking at it when he’s away from home bc he misses her
also i feel like suguru might’ve taken the photo as a polaroid 🤔 now i headcanon that kickoff reader also has a polaroid camera bc why wouldnt she lmfaoo 🤣 but just imagine the polaroid relationship wall LOL its so corny but i wld want them to make one together 😩💕
screaming. crying. feeling so inspired rn. cheesing. cheeks r hurting. love u sm anon srs if you have more i will gobble them up like a turkey. LOVE YOU <333
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bit of thancred character musing under the cut that im gonna try to approximate from a 6am discord rambling into something i can actually post. both SHB and EW spoilers included
i saw some folks talking on twt about how guilt seems to be a very important factor in his life and i agree. i think a lot of major parts of his character and arcs have been due to guilt over something he did (or didnt even really do, re: the whole goobue rampage situation). it's driven him to work his ass off after louisoix which lead to him getting possessed... but its probably also what motivated him to do better for ryne after being forced to look his fuckups directly in the eye instead of just wallowing about them.
but i think, at the same time, he doesnt really seem to, like... actually be proud of himself for a lot of the stuff he's done in order to work off that guilt? the biggest giveaway for that being the line in endwalker on the ragnarok where he talks about his "good deeds" cynically and seems to insist that they were never really that impactful in the first place. that they'll just go to dust when he dies.
in shb, during the ahm areng segment, not only does he talk down on himself in general, but also puts down his attempts to help OG minfilia back in the pre-ARR days... when i'm pretty sure she never even blamed him for the goobue rampage in the first place.
it's all a little bit sad to me, tbh. i've seen some people reason that, because he was only able to escape poverty due to louisoix seeing potential in his thieving skills, he's essentially internalized the idea that he's only really worth keeping around by ANYONE if he's actively being productive, either helping others or trying to fix whatever fuckups he feels he's made. i think that would explain a lot of this
note the "few positive traits" line, which to me comes across as "i was only picked up out of childhood poverty because he thought my skills were useful."
though i don't really know how much of that mentality he's managed to work past by post endwalker. he IS able to go off on his own, and mentions that he trusts the scions to keep themselves safe now... but as i ranted about before, the short story points out that he's only really content to rest briefly before he feels obligated again to seek out unrest to try and help, specifically mentioning minfilia again.
also, a couple times during the story, notably post ARR after his possession, mid SHB after he's wounded in a fight with sineaters, and post SHB after he passes out due to the weakening soul-body bond, he seems to dislike even having to rest for medical reasons
it's a pretty interesting part of his character to me. idk if the writers specifically had his rigorous upbringing in mind when they wrote these parts of his character, but to me it would make a lot of sense as an explanation for why he's so averse to rest and why he carries so much guilt and why he's so passionate about keeping the folks around him safe. that's kinda been his whole reason for life since he was a kid-- using his skills for the benefit of others. to him, doing anything other than that would be a waste, it seems.
idk. funny guy makes my heart hurt. yes i had all these dialogue screencaps saved and on hand. yes i am a little insane. what of it
#ffxiv#um idk if i wanna tag this. maybe. whatever#thancred#thancred waters#shadowbringers spoilers#endwalker spoilers
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