#and I wish people would STOP asking for things

[yuramour]

I THINK HE KNOWS — F1 GRID

synopsis. trying to keep your crush on a certain driver a secret isn't exactly easy. but do they know about it, or not? pairing. f1 grid x reader (ft. mv1, yt22, ln4, op81, gr63, cl16, lh44, dr3, aa23, cs55, ih6, jd7, eo31, ka12, ob87) genre. fluff, headcanons warnings. mild secondhand embarrassment, maybe some suggestive themes, mostly coworker!reader, some of these are noticeably longer than others. my bad word count. 3k-ish (200-ish each)

note. this slowly devolves into silliness. alsoooooo, im tryna have a more consistent upload schedule, but i did just get a job and im taking online classes over the summer, so like, its hard to find the time to actually sit down and write. i'm trying, tho!! hope you guys enjoy this one :p

MAX VERSTAPPEN

۶ৎ completely oblivious

of course, it was glaringly obvious to everyone but max. everyone else saw the way you immediately stopped whatever you were working on to stare at him whenever he wandered into the red bull garage. ever since you started working for red bull as an analyst, you had the biggest crush on max. at first, it was just a harmless thing, blushing whenever he was in your general vicinity, your coworkers giggling and elbowing you whenever he walked into the room. the teasing from your coworkers was really the most annoying part at first. but now? the most annoying part by far was how max was just apparently totally oblivious to the fact that you liked him. you weren't even keeping it a secret anymore like you were at the beginning. you'd all but asked him out at this point. but he had absolutely no idea. it wasn't until charles teased him about how you stared at him during the driver's parade that max realized. it took him aback at first, but trust he'd never felt more dumb than when he realized you were in fact hitting on him all that time. asks you out the next time he sees you.

YUKI TSUNODA

۶ৎ has a suspicion

he could be wrong- maybe. but for the past several months, yuki's had a feeling that all those times you've brushed against him in the hallway, stared just a little too long during team debriefs, and laughed a little too hard at his jokes meant you saw him as a little more than just a coworker. it's hard for him to keep to himself- you haven't actually said anything that would indicate that you like him, so he doesn't want to bring it up. which sucks for him, because he really likes you, too. the way your hand feels on him when you pat him on the back after a race, the way your voice sounds when wishing him luck, the way your eyes soften when they meet his- it gives him butterflies. but he doesn't want to tell you. maybe he's just scared of rejection- because what if he's wrong? what if you don't actually like him? you have to be the one to tell him first. his imposter syndrome refuses to let him make the first move. he's elated when you do- a grin breaking over his face, a soft "i knew it" slipping from his lips.

LANDO NORRIS

۶ৎ thinks you hate him

maybe it's just the way you show affection- but lando thinks you can be a little...mean. not just a little mean- really mean. lando genuinely thinks you hate his guts. the way you refuse to make eye contact with him, the way you practically flee the room whenever he enters- he's convinced you have something against him. lando's a sensitive soul, he can take things a little personally. and you're perfectly content letting lando think you hate him if it means he never finds out ab out your stupid little crush. on another note, lando's absolutely flabbergasted when oscar makes a passing comment about your little crush on him- leaving both of them confused; lando because he was convinced you hated him, and oscar because he thought your crush was so blatant. oscar was right, of course. you just have a rather elementary way of navigating your crushes on people. lando practically corners you about it the next day, your violent blush and stuttering at the sudden confrontation telling him all he needed to know. he asks you out properly and nicely after that.

OSCAR PIASTRI

۶ৎ he knows but you have no idea he knows

oscar clocked your crush immediately. he's an observant guy. but he's so incredibly normal about it. you have absolutely no idea that he knows. the thing is, he thinks he's being obvious about liking you back. he'll open doors for you, give you his coat when you're cold, open energy drink cans for you, and he thinks it's incredibly obvious. the problem? you just think he's the kind of guy that'd do all that stuff anyway. because he's just so relaxed with it. it goes on for MONTHS. you both thinking you're being plainly obvious about your feelings for each other, and oscar just simply not wanting to be the one to make the first move. lando eventually knocks some sense into him- telling him to just ask you out because you're obviously not going to be the one to initiate it. as soon as he does, you're taken aback- not having expected oscar to be into you, too. but of course he was. how could he not be?

CHARLES LECLERC

۶ৎ thinks its all platonic

charles thinks that you're just a good friend- his best friend. doing things that all best friends do. of course a best friend would drop everything because he asked you to go out and do something. of course a best friend would go out of their way to come to all his races. of course best friends hug each other for extended periods of time after a bad race. he thinks you're just his best friend. because none of his other friends really do things like that- you must just be that good of a friend! right? no. of course not. you are head over heels in love with charles and you always have been. and he's never noticed. to be fair, you didn't exactly want him to. you were scared of the rejection you'd face if he ever found out. he's the charles leclerc. why would he go for you? even if you were his best friend. funny enough, it's his mother that ends up spilling your secret. charles thinks she's just joking at first, but once he realizes she's not, he's absolutely mortified. not only because he never realized it, but because he's felt the same about you for years, thinking you only saw his as a friend. calls you over immediately and confesses everything.

LEWIS HAMILTON

۶ৎ he knows, but doesn't say a word

lewis, ever the gentleman, notices your crush immediately, but chooses to keep it a secret. because you obviously don't want him to know about it, otherwise, you wouldn't be keeping it a secret. he thinks its charming more than anything. completely endeared by the way you immediately blush and look away whenever he makes eye contact, scurrying away like a little mouse whenever he ever so politely asks you to do even the most miniscule task. he didn't have any feelings for you at first- but the more time he spends observing you, the way you interact with others, your kindness, your individuality, he falls for you slowly but surely. you know lewis is a good man, so when he asks you to go to dinner with him, you think it's just to show his thanks to you for being such a hard worker. when he tells you how he feels about you, you feel like you're about to melt out of sheer embarrassment. lewis watches the blush take over your face with a soft laugh, your reaction reminding lewis exactly why he liked you in the first place.

GEORGE RUSSELL

۶ৎ thinks it's just a joke

even if you are so completely blatantly obvious about having a crush on george, he just thinks you're kidding. any time you openly flirt with him, he just laughs along and takes it as a joke. it gets to a point where you're all but telling him to his face that you're in love with him, and he's just like "haha, good one!" straight up, for a man that's so in love with himself, you think he'd be able to take a hint. but no. he's blind to the truth. and he's like this for MONTHS. you are LAYING IT ON, and he just does not understand that you are being 100% for real. only gets it when you literally corner him and tell him blatantly to his face that you are genuinely actually into him. he's both flabbergasted and overjoyed bc this rich boy gets zero play.

KIMI ANTONELLI

۶ৎ he has NO idea

silly silly boy. despite the fact that you've followed him around the world since you were kids, been by his side the entire time, through his best and worst days. he just doesn't see it. and you'd never tell him, of course. you value your friendship too much to ruin it over a stupid little (not little at all) crush. but still. who tf basically puts their entire life on hold to follow their best friend around the world? either someone who's in love, or someone who's just that good of a friend. in your case, it's the former. but unfortunately, kimi thinks you're the latter. he doesn't even realize he's in love with you until he's talking about you to ollie one day, just absolutely gushing about you and ollie's just listening like "...😐 you're stupid." after kimi realizes how he feels, he tries to keep it to himself, but accidentally lets it slip out one day while talking to you. to his ABSOLUTE SHOCK (idk how it was a shock he's lowkey blind), you feel the same about him.

ALEX ALBON

۶ৎ he knows & is very obvious about it

he KNOWSSSS. AND YOU KNOW HE KNOWSSSSS. unfortunately, as an employee for Williams, you know that dating a driver is looked down upon at the VERY LEAST. so despite the fact that you keep it as professional as possible, any and every time you so much as make eye contact with alex, this mf giggles. like, actually giggles. like a middle schooler. you don't even really know how he knows. but you suspect that carlos told him after you let it slip to him one day that you thought alex was cute. but nevertheless, you never let your interactions go beyond relaying basic information and wishing him luck before a race. but one weekend, you and alex end up with you hotel rooms booked right next to each other, somehow leading to alex basically living in your room all weekend. after that, it's all longing stares across the garage and holding hands in secret.

CARLOS SAINZ

۶ৎ totally blind to it

i think he just likes to think that you're a very kind and respectful person. like, he says jump and you ask how high, type shit. despite the fact that you try to keep it a secret at first, you realize that he is truly never going to get it unless you start like, actually putting the moves on this man. he thinks you're just a really nice person until one day it just slaps him in the face that you're literally obsessed with him, and he just feels SO stupid bc of it. like, you are all but offering to literally become his personal maid and he hasn't realized until now??? not very smooth operator of him. when he suddenly starts flirting back to you, you realize the vibe switchup IMMEDIATELY and you know he's clocked you</3 he asks you out on a casual coffee date at a cute quiet little cafe and it's very sweet and fluffy and eughhhh i hate (love) him so much.

ISACK HADJAR

۶ৎ again, thinks you hate him

poor baby thinks you getting red in the face and cutting the conversation off early whenever he tries to talk to you is indicative of you hating him and not of you getting flustered by his mere presence. he's pacing back and forth wondering what he could have possibly done to make you hate him, meanwhile you're in the other room pacing back and forth wondering how the hell you're ever going to be able to tell him you're basically in love with him. isack eventually decides to just be as nice as possible; getting you coffee, doing his best to make your job easier for you, complimenting you whenever he notices you've done your hair differently or whatever. unfortunately, this may or may not make things worse bc you have no idea how to take a compliment and just mumble a "thanks" and immediately leave the room whenever he does so. eventually, one of your coworkers talks some sense into you and convinces you to tell isack how you feel. shocked and elated don't even come close to describing how isack feels when you finally confess to him. relationship immediately starts from there, and he's basically obsessed with you and giving you allllll the words of affirmation.

JACK DOOHAN

۶ৎ thinks its just "bestie vibes"

again. stupid boy. stupid dumb boy. let me set the scene; you and jack have in fact been best friends for as long as you can remember. you weren't even into him at first, but after not seeing him for a while, and all of a sudden, he comes back as an accomplished formula driver, not to mention he's like, half a foot taller and significantly more ripped than he was the last time you saw him, something definitely changed in the way you looked at him. but of course sweet oblivious jack is just happy to hang out with his best friend again after so long. the two of you take a trip to the beach not too long after he gets back, and you have to physically stop yourself from staring at his abs for too long. ofc he just thinks you're looking at him so longingly bc you missed your best friend (him) so bad. that same night, the two of you get a little drunk and you accidentally call him hot to his face. oops! he thought about it for a solid ten seconds before he realized that he, in the back of his mind, thought the same about you. i just love this himbo so bad okay :(

OLLIE BEARMAN

۶ৎ he WANTS you to, but has no idea

to ollie, you were just so fucking cool. always so poised, level-headed, always cool under pressure. and he was absolutely head-over-heels for you. he practically followed you around like a lost puppy everywhere you went. not just because he's always getting lost at social events, but because he wanted to be near you as much as he physically could. to ollie, you were totally and completely out of his league. he wanted so badly for you to notice him as more than the guy that you were getting paid to basically babysit and make sure he doesn't say anything stupid to the media. little did he know, you'd been charmed by his cute smile, sweet demeanor, and puppy-like tendencies since the day you met him. he thinks he's seeing things when he starts noticing the blush that creeps up on your cheeks whenever he says something sweet. "wishful thinking" he tells himself. he swears he's dreaming when you knock on his hotel room one night and say that you have a secret to tell him. and he practically dies from happiness when he wakes up the next morning with a text from you confirming that you meant it when you told him you liked him.

ESTEBAN OCON

۶ৎ he's SUSPICIOUS of you

what do you want from him?? why are you so nice to him? what are you planning?? are you, the sweet alpine employee that says hi to him every morning in the paddock with that cute little smile spying on haas for your team??? he notices the way you come to the haas mobile home to "visit your friend" that works for the team. every time you wish him luck on the race in passing, he narrows his eyes and nods curtly, suspicious of the way you always happen to bump into him. little does he know, he keeps seeing you around because you have the biggest crush on him. you're close with a couple of the guys on the haas pit crew, and they've been trying for months to get esteban to notice you. which he has. just not in the way that you hoped. it all comes to a head when esteban relays his suspicion to your friends on the haas team, all of whom are absolutely flabbergasted that that's the conclusion he came to. they couldn't possibly let him go on thinking that. esteban is completely floored when they tell him you're always hanging around not because you're spying for alpine, but because you have a crush on him. immediately pulls you aside the next time he sees you and apologizes for being so unwelcoming towards you. he takes you out for an apologetic dinner, and realizes you're actually really great :p

DANIEL RICCIARDO

۶ৎ he knows and you know he knows

not only does he very obviously know, he teases you about it. you're too stubborn to give him the satisfaction of telling him flat-out how you feel. that's exactly what he wants. so you let him tease you, taking the shit-eating grins, flirtatious jokes, and the way he gets just a little too close for comfort in stride. you absolutely refuse to give him any kind of confirmation when he leans in, going "come on, i know you like me a little bit." it gets to a point where he's gotten on your nerves so much, you're not even sure if you even like him anymore or if you're just so stubborn, you can't even admit it to yourself anymore. it goes on for literal years. you think it's finally over when daniel leaves red bull. finally, you can let go of your stupid crush and live the rest of your life in peace knowing you won't have to deal with the australian ever again. but no. of course not. despite the fact that he was now in renault, he would come sidling up to the red bull mobile home just to flash you that shit-eating grin with a painfully flirty "how you doing?" all that time while he was in red bull, the possibility that he liked you back hadn't even crossed your mind. you thought he was just kind of a dick, teasing you for being into him. turns out, he was just waiting for the moment you weren't working for the same team so he could ask you out properly. "surprised" doesn't even begin to cover how you were feeling after he told you after the 2019 season was over.

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[wonluhver]

Mingyu Focus

M = Content Warnings for Smut

! = Personal All Time Favs.

Red Card [M] - smut/fluff, non-idol au, 80s au (aesthetics only), childhood friends to lovers, oneshot.

Mingyu's been there through everything. From childhood to now. What happens when he gets hurt and someone else has to step in and play the hero?

! Clarity [M] - bf's best friend mingyu, (awkward) acquaintances to lovers, the other side of the f2l trope, angst, smut, you could say there's a drizzle of fluff, one shot. side of bad bf!jungkook.

Mingyu doesn't want to pay you any mind. To him, you're just another girl that'll get her heart broken by his dumb best friend.

Why would he care, right? He shouldn't care about the crying sounds he hears from his bedroom when his friend stands you up for the girl he's actually in love with. And he shouldn't be getting close to you. He shouldn't dread the day his friend decides to end things with you and bring someone else home. He shouldn't be wishing to have met you first.

! Save the Date [M] - smut, fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers, oneshot.

5 weddings in one year. 5 dates you saved for you and your boyfriend to attend — before he cheated. and now, you had to force your best friend, vernon, to go with you. but after losing a bet, mingyu agrees to take vernon’s place and be your date. this wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go, but you guess you could settle going with your only one-night-stand from college.

Theories and Heartstrings [M] - Neighbours AU! Fake Dating AU! (but only one is fake dating. It’ll make sense when you read it, lol). Non-Idol AU!. angst, fluff, smut. completed series.

As a writer with a mildly cynical take on love, you’ve always believed people have a “type”—a pattern they never stray from when it comes to dating. And Kim Mingyu? He’s the textbook definition of someone who wouldn’t go for someone like you, nor would you go for him. But you test your theory when a fateful run-in with your charming neighbour sparks an unexpected attraction.

The plan? Go on dates with him and count how many it takes before your heart gets involved—if it ever does. But Mingyu is unpredictable, effortlessly breaking down your carefully constructed walls with every smile, every late-night conversation, every moment that feels too easy to be just an experiment.

The real problem? Secrets never stay secrets for long. And when Mingyu finds out the truth behind your so-called theory, will it prove you right, or that love doesn’t follow the rules you thought it did?

! Again and Again [M] - exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut, oneshot.

your mother calls one day, asking if you’re bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmative—never mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.

Covert Desires - spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing, oneshot.

he mission is simple - infiltrate a high-stakes auction that the top leaders, businessmen, women, and politicians of the world attend every year and steal one of the most highly guarded and hidden-away paintings from the target’s collection. the only downside, you had to work with kim mingyu, whom you absolutely hated. and to make it even worse, you had to pretend to be his wife for this mission to work.

! Challenge me [M] - College!Au, porn with plot(s), crack, OT13 x afab!Reader (mingyu/scoups focused), smut. unfinished series.

you have never been a person to turn down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kinda wish you were.

Wicked Games [M] - angst, fluff, smut (18+), bartender mingyu, friends to rebound fucking, no strings attached (fwb to lovers), mingyu/wonwoo focused. unfinished (? i think) series - still ongoing.

Kim Mingyu came into your life at a time when you needed a friend the most. And that he was: a friend that you could confide in and laugh together, share your secrets with and perhaps, share a burden that was too similar to his.

Kitty Claws - a svt spiderman x jujutsu kaisen au, spiderman!mingyu, blackcat!reader, lots of banter, mild fighting scenes = mentions of blood and injuries !!, fluff with angst if you squint. oneshot.

being a superhero isn't as easy as it seems, and it's even harder when you're notorious supervillain black cat with a past threatening to catch up with you and a pesky spider that won't leave you alone.

Get Him Back [M] - lead guitarist!kim mingyu x lead singer!fem!reader, romance, angst, smut (oral sex, unprotected sex (please stay safe irl!), wall sex, angry sex, overstimulation, dirty talk), exes to lovers au, band au, oneshot.

years after your messy breakup that broke up the band, you and mingyu are forced back together for a reunion tour—and the public can’t get enough of your chemistry. on stage, you’re electric, but backstage it’s all snide comments, heated arguments, and mingyu slipping in petty lyric changes just to piss you off. you’re not sure what’s worse: how much you still hate him or how much you don’t.

What Do I Call You? [M-ish] - college au, idiots friends to lovers au ; angst, fluff, suggestive ? slightly smutty? themes. football player!kim mingyu x fem!college journalist!reader. oneshot.

your best friend is a man of many facets - a creative architecture student, a skilled football player, a wonderful friend and a sought-after lover. not that he'd ever truly glance anyone's way, especially not when his heart has always been set on you.

! Dessert First [M] - baker! mingyu, wedding planner!YN, fluff, smut, angst, exes to lovers, oneshot.

You've got a great life. Your wedding planning business is booming, your clients are great, and you're finally over your ex-boyfriend after years of pining. Or you are, until the universe decides to test if those three things are actually true.

! Lost in the West [M] - fake dating (kind of), friends to lovers, holiday!au | fluff, smut, romance, oneshot.

where your best friend pretends to be your boyfriend for the holidays so you can avoid more nagging from your mother. except your whole family thought you were already dating.

!!! Kim Mingyu's (unhelpful) Guide to Losing your Virginity [M] - smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au, oneshot.

after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didn’t), you’re shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).

! The Very First Night [M] - angst, smut, exes to lovers au, roommates au. oneshot.

the search for a new place to live takes a turn for the worse when the only person willing to split rent with you is your ex-boyfriend

for my best friend who i promised i would post mingyu recs for,, youre welcome. ignore how half of these are exes to lovers, or fake dating to lovers... i'm okay...

other recs

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony laughed. “Oh good.  I know I’m not much of a cook but I was sure I could handle putting meat and salad between bread.”  He was glad that Bucky liked it though.  He’d tried making food for people he’d cared about before, but it had never gone well.  A sandwich felt safe and apparently the choice had paid off going by Bucky’s reaction.  “Oh come on now,” he said.  “It’s some bread, meat, and cheese.  I didn’t make you a gourmet meal.” 

Tony smiles as Bucky’s hand brushes over his.  Steve doesn’t miss the moment - and god how he wished he could just knock their heads together and tell them that this right here is a romantic relationship.  That they liked each other.  Not as friends but as something much different to friends.  He hoped they’d get to it in their own time.

Tony grinned at Bucky as he played sound with his water.  “Does it feel wet too?” he asked.  “It’s really hard to know what the sensors will report to your brain, and you know what?  A lot of it comes down to just your brain deciding for itself what it’s supposed to feel like.  There’s this trick you can do, where you lay a rubber arm next to someone’s real arm but you cover the real arm, and you can literally trick the person into thinking that they can feel all the things you do to the rubber one.  And the rubber one only needs to vaguely resemble an arm.”  He took Bucky’s hand and flipped it over and ran his finger down his palm as he spoke animatedly.  “There are neuro receptors running all the way down the arm and they’re just sending a signal to your brain that something happening - a temperature, a pressure, a density, maybe a viscosity, but it’s your brain that decides what that date means and most of that is based on your sight.”

He looked up at Bucky and tapped his wrist much like he would to his real arm when he was trying to ground him.  “I will warn you though, Buck, there are potential side effects we have envisioned.  We don’t know if these will happen, because you’re the test subject, so it could end up meaning we have to turn the feeling setting off, or have you take breaks from it.  We’ll have to see.  But because you can’t actually hurt this arm, the pain receptors are turned down.  I mean, let’s say you’re out and a car comes hurting toward you, I don’t want you to flinch about using this to stop it because you’re worried it’d feel like all your bones were shattering.  Same as if you put it in a fire, we wouldn’t want it to feel like your skin is blistering.  You don’t have skin or bones in this arm, you can still do all those superhero things with it.  But - that could mean you start to forget that your real hand feels pain and you end up doing something really dumb with it.  Or maybe your brain will overcompensate and just decided for itself it should feel like you broke every bone in your arm.  I’m not saying those things could happen, but we want to get ahead of them if they do.”

He let go of Bucky’s hand.  “Until then, enjoy it.  And yes, the cradle is amazing.  One day we might even be able to grow you a whole new arm in it from the skeleton up.” 

Bucky’s eyes widen, “No! No that’s why I asked, it’s so much better than anything i’ve ever had from that cafeteria, I thought maybe you had a special connection in the kitchens and got the good stuff,” he grins, taking another bite and its quiet while he chews and swallows, “You made me a sandwich for after surgery? That’s real nice Tony, thank you,” he says with a warmer, sincere smile, tempted to reach out his hand but he didn’t know how Tony felt about that now that Steve was around.

Steve knew about them sure but Bucky was used to tamping down the affection in front of anyone, so he busies his hand with reaching for the cup of ice. He picks it up with his metal hand, eyes widening as he could feel the cold beneath his fingers. He sets his sandwich on the wrapper and pours some water into the cup, unable to resist the urge to dip his finger in it, staring in awe as he was able to feel the wetness of the water, and the chill from the cold.

“Jesus..I ain’t felt anything with my left hand since I fell..” he mumbles, trying to come to terms with the fact that he would be able to feel with both hands now. His flesh hand travels up to his shoulder to feel the skin at the base where the prosthetic connected to his arm, “and my shoulder doesn’t hurt anymore, the Cradle must’ve done it’s job..”

[fervent-adoration]

I think we need some more villain f/o representation... so, let's have a

VILLAIN F/O ASK GAME!!

Made with romantic f/os in mind. Pro/darkship DNI, please and thank-you! Our viewpoints clash and I would appreciate you finding another ask game to reblog!

What is your favorite personality trait of your f/o? Why is it your favorite? And how does it affect their actions as a villain?

What is your f/o’s most unorthodox act to show love?

What made you fall for your f/o?

How does your f/o show you that they love you? How does it match up with your preferences? (This is basically asking about love languages with more specifics)

Are there any fun facts about your f/o that you want to share?

Why is your f/o a villain rather than a “hero”? How do they see themself in this regard?

Are you a “f/o apologist”, a “I can fix them”, a “I’ll pretend that this never happened”, or a “I could make them worse” sort of partner in regards to your f/o and their villainous actions?

What’s the worst thing that your f/o has done? How do you feel about that? Is it canon to your selfship lore?

What is your dynamic with your f/o? As many dynamic descriptions as you want here!

What role do you play within your f/o’s villainy? A peer? An onlooker? Perhaps the one to try to stop them? What’ve you got?

How does your f/o feel about PDA?

How does your f/o’s past affect the way they approach their relationship with you?

What kinds of dates does your f/o like to go on with you?

What does your f/o visualize for the future with you? How does this align with your view for the future?

How did you win your f/o’s heart? Was it easy? What’s their favorite thing about you, do you suppose?

What kinds of compliments does your f/o give? Why these ones? Do you like them?

Does your f/o encourage you to become actively better, or do they encourage more nefarious behaviors?

Is your f/o good at taking care of things? How are they in a domestic setting?

How does your f/o attempt to impress you? Does it work?

How would your f/o react if they found you upset?

How did your f/o first take to learning about you? Did they ask you questions outright? Observe you when the two of you were together? Word of mouth from others? Or even something else?

Will your f/o do anything for you? What is their limit, if anything?

Was your f/o scared of falling in love?

Free space! Tell us about your f/o in however much detail you wish, and tell us about your favorite aspects of your relationship with them. This is the infodump question.

Feel free to reblog and have people send specific asks, or just fill out all of the questions for yourself!

[hannahbarberra162]

Emperor's Prize, Part 8 (yandere Alpha!Shanks x Omega!Reader)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | The other parts

Thank you to @sordidmusings, and @moldychefboyardeecan for reading through this and letting me know what worked and what didn't!

Thank you to @tryingandfailingtowrite for a lot of help, including teaching me the difference between lay and lie which I immediately disregarded :I

A/N: Hi everyone! Yes, I missed my own anniversary. The Croc wasn't coming out like I wanted and the Thatch is ending up way longer than I anticipated (who could have seen that coming?). Thank you for your patience, thank you for reading, thank you for liking, thank you for a fun year together!!

It was like a switch was flipped in Shanks after you had initiated sex with him earlier that morning. Whereas before he was sullen and withdrawn, he was back to his formerly sunny self like nothing had happened. The crew cheered when their captain had reemerged from his cabin with the broad smile of a conquering hero. You listened to the whooping and ribbing of the crew outside Shanks’s cabin, wishing you could bury yourself in a hole. 

 Luckily, you wouldn’t have to see the crew that afternoon since the ship was docking at another island that afternoon. After the disastrous events at the previous island, you weren’t sure Shanks would let you off the ship. Maybe you’d ask to go on another outing with him if his good mood persisted.

What you really wanted was time alone with your thoughts. Shanks had been clear that he was going to claim you the next time you were in heat. He was far from the worst Alpha you’d met, but in your heart of hearts, you’d always dreamed of picking your mate yourself, a love match. Betas were able to choose their own partners most of the time and it had always inspired envy in you. Watching happily married couples holding hands on Beta Island made your heart yearn for a true love of your own. But you knew that a love match was a naive daydream; the world didn’t work that way for people like you. Still, you had always held onto a foolish shred of hope that your mate would be someone of your choosing rather than someone who decided your lot in life. But Like so many other events in your life, things didn’t go according to plan.

Yes, you’d soothed Shanks during a time of his distress, but being claimed was different. First of all, it would seal that Shanks would be your only sexual partner for the rest of your life. You could never accept another Alpha during heat and never be able to have children unless they were his. You’d crave his presence and his smell at every turn, regardless of what he did. Not only that, but it was said that the pair could feel emotions through a successful mating bond. That there was more to the bite than signifying a mated pair. You really hoped that wasn’t the case, that it was something that had been garbled through the years of misinformation about Omegas. If Shanks could sense your emotions, you would never have any privacy again. There would be no way to hide your true feelings any longer. 

Which is why you were glad you had a few weeks before your next heat to come to terms with everything. It was going to happen, and there wasn’t anything you could do to prevent or stop it. Really, Shanks wasn’t terrible. In fact, he often treated you better than any other Alpha had — protecting you, helping you when things got overwhelming, never harming you. There was another side of him that made you hesitate. The one carefully hidden from his crew and adoring fans. Shanks was possessive, controlling, and manipulative. You felt it in his grasp as he pulled you closer and didn’t let go, the low rumble in his chest when Benn spoke to you, the way he continued to call you by a nickname of his choosing. It must have been years since he’d been told no, that he couldn’t have something he wanted. So if he wanted to mate you, he was going to.

You shuddered at that thought, your mind running in circles as each worry crashed over you in turn. All you could think about was your impending mating, the claiming bond, Shanks as your Alpha, what your life would be like on an Emperor’s ship — all the thoughts settling like dead weight on your chest as you lay in Shanks’s bed. For some reason, it was difficult to focus on any one thing for longer than a few moments. Maybe Shanks really had fucked you dumb like the saying went, you thought with a shrug.

You were feeling weird too, jittery and jumpy like your limbs had fallen asleep and they were just waking up again. There wasn’t any reason for you to be feeling this way, since you’d solved the issue of your forlorn, distant Alpha. Even so, something inside of you wasn’t settling right. You tossed and turned on the bed, unable to relax but not having enough mental energy to do anything about it. Finally, after getting too hot in the now warm cabin, you threw off the blankets and started looking through the chest of clothes the men had brought you from the last island. 

Almost all the clothes you had were dirty, which was par for the course. The ship had been at sea, sailing to some destination you hadn’t been informed of, so there wasn’t any laundry being done. Digging through your makeshift wardrobe, nothing was appealing to you. Looking over on the bed, you saw Shanks’ dirty shirt he'd removed earlier. You picked it up and rubbed your face on the soft, worn fabric, his scent calling to you like you were in heat. 

You didn't worry about heat coming since it wasn't likely, since you’d been in heat roughly two weeks prior, and cycles were about every four to six weeks. You had at least two more weeks to go, maybe more since your cycles weren’t regular yet. Hopefully, you'd get four more weeks to make peace with your situation. Undisturbed, you put on Shanks’ shirt and pulled the collar forward to breathe in his scent again. 

Maybe you’d spend some time today reading, you thought. Reading had been your primary pastime on Beta Island.  Unfortunately, no books had been available on Kid’s ship, and you’d been too nervous on Shanks’ thus far. Humming, you walked over to the small bookshelf in Shanks’ cabin and skimmed the titles on the spines of the books. There were mostly star maps and sailing guides, but there were a few fiction titles that caught your eye. 

As you reached for a particular volume, you suddenly felt the urge to knock everything off the shelves and reorganize it. There was a manic energy building in you, like you were going to burst if you didn’t do something . The bookshelf needed to be fixed, you thought, grabbing the tomes and putting them rapidly on Shanks’s already crowded desk. In fact, now that you looked around the room, almost everything needed to be moved. And it had to be done now.

You were pacing back and forth in the cabin when Shanks came back in with a syringe in his hand. After looking around the cabin, he laughed lightly, and his eyes crinkled in amusement.

“Nesting? It’s alright, I’m sure however you arrange things will be fine,” he said, giving you a bright smile. 

You frowned at him, your brow furrowing as your annoyance rose. Why was he smiling? Couldn’t he feel the wrongness of everything? There was too much to do, too much to get done to worry about tiptoeing around him right now. Waves of energy were crashing down on you, making your fingers twitch with the urge to create order from chaos. 

“Come here, I need to give you something,” he said, sitting down on the bed and patting the space next to him. You didn’t bother to stop pacing; there wasn’t anything he could give you that you wanted right now. You didn’t want him on the bed, you didn’t want him in here, he needed to leave, he needed– 

“Come here,” Shanks Commanded you, startling you out of your frustration. Your scowl dropped and your eyes widened as you quickly remembered your place. You scurried to the bed to obey the order, the need to comply overriding the sense of urgency. Shanks didn’t seem upset, his hand coming up to pat your hair. The urge to shake him off was strong, but you controlled yourself lest he Command you again.

“Pull up your shirt, this goes in your thigh,” Shanks said, flicking the cap off the syringe. You pulled up the hem to reveal your leg, a question slipping out before you could stifle it.

“What’s this for?” you asked, emboldened by the new feelings in you. By the time you’d finished your question, the needle was already in your skin with Shanks pushing the plunger.

“It’s going to tip you over the edge into heat,” he said placidly, looking at the now empty syringe to ensure all of the medication had been administered. Horror bloomed in your heart as you recognized the symptoms in yourself — your warm body, the urgency in rearranging the cabin, your agitation. It was all for a coming heat. Last time was a gradual climb, but this time you felt like you’d been dumped head first into a volcano. 

“Wh- no. Please, Shanks, no,” you begged, grabbing the front of his shirt.

“Sorry, love. It’s been building gradually for a while now, the tea started the process. I know the rapid onset is harsh-” you interrupted him with tears in your eyes, too upset to worry if he was going to punish you for cutting him off. Your mind and heart were racing with the new information. This couldn’t be happening. 

“No, please! Please, please, I don’t- I don’t want to- I'm not ready-” you were sobbing, trying to tell him that you couldn’t do it again, not so soon, you needed more time. You didn’t want the claiming bite, you didn’t want to be his Omega, you didn’t want any of it, not yet, not yet, not yet. Shanks pulled you into his chest with his arm, positioning your face by his neck as you struggled to take in a full breath.

“I’m sorry, baby. It had to happen, you’ve been out of sync for too long. We’ll be docked at another island in a few minutes, so you won’t have to worry about anyone else being on the ship -”

 “No - p-please, not yet-” you pleaded, trying to get him to understand. You were pushing at his chest with your hands, trying to create space between you and his scent, but he was a solid wall of muscle. Shanks’s chest rumbled with his purr, calming you down before you dissolved into full-blown panic. 

“Once it starts you'll feel better. I’ll help you with everything, just like last time,” he murmured into your hair, sympathy tinging his tone. He kissed the top of your head as your tears stained his shirt. 

“Finish preparing, love. You don’t have much time, at most an hour before it hits. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I thought you might have a bad reaction,” he hummed, his purr successful in calming down your breathing.

You sniffled and nodded your head, your gaze settling on your shaking hands. There was no point in arguing anymore, your heat was coming whether you were ready or not. Who were you to defy an Emperor?

Shanks POV

He really did feel sorry for you. Your brow furrowed as you looked everywhere but him, your pulse beating an angry staccato under his palm. He could feel the nervous sweat that broke out on your neck, and you looked fully out of sorts. Hongo said that it was safe to bring you back into heat even though it was a little early, so you’d be alright. His purr was working, he noted, your shoulders sagging as you pushed your nose into his neck. It was a helpful tool, an effective method to calm you when you were upset. Shanks ran his hand up and down your arm, trying to comfort you further.

Shanks had been surprised and intensely pleased by your forwardness earlier. He took it as a sign that you were ready to be his Omega, his little mate. He couldn't wait until you were in heat again, ready to love him mind, body, and soul like you had before. The rest of you would catch up, especially after the claiming bite.

His eyes flicked down to your neck, to the scar from the previous Alpha who had tried to claim you. He’d erase it, make sure no one ever paid it any attention again. After this heat, it would be clear who you belonged to. Shanks pulled you onto his lap, wanting to reassure you before he left the cabin. 

“Everything will work out. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he said softly, tucking your hair behind an ear. Your lip wobbled as your eyes filled with tears again. Shanks felt a little guilty for not telling you, but how could he when this was your reaction? If he told you sooner, you would have worried about his decision and made the process harder on yourself. He had no doubt that rapid onset heat was scrambling your thoughts, making you even more emotionally labile than usual. He continued to purr as your breathing evened out.

“Do you want me to leave now?” he asked as you hiccuped into his shoulder. Your lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before giving a minute nod. Shanks didn’t take it personally; he remembered from the previous heat that you’d want to arrange things alone. He gave you a peck on the cheek before setting you back on the bed. Your eyes were still red-tinged, but at least now you weren’t actively crying. 

 “Call for me when you need me. I’m always nearby,” Shanks said softly, leaving the cabin.

Once on the deck, Shanks halfheartedly helped dock the ship. He could have done more, but his attention kept getting drawn back to his cabin, his ears straining for any kind of sound coming from inside. There was no dramatic flinging of clothes like last time, nothing to indicate what was about to happen inside. Hongo kept trying to get his attention, but Shanks couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. Eventually, Hongo gave up and walked off, which was fine by Shanks. They could catch up after your heat ended. 

“Oi. Watch it,” Beckman grumbled as Shanks nearly walked into him, his eyes still fixed on the cabin door. Beckman rolled his eyes and lit another cigarette as a growl grew from Shanks’s chest. 

“Save it,” Beckman said, blowing smoke out of his nose. “We’re nearly off the ship. And, Emperor?” Shanks jolted at the title, Beckman seldomly called him Emperor outside of battle and never blew smoke out of his nose unless he was pissed.

“Mark ‘er this time, enough of this,” Beckman said with a frown. Beckman’s rare irritation only confirmed Shanks’ decision to claim you. After you were his, relations on the ship would return to normal, and everyone would be able to relax. Shanks continued helping until he was waving the crew off as they sailed in the dinghies towards the shore. And no sooner had they left than he heard weak cries emanating from his cabin.

The last time you’d been in heat, he had rushed to your side immediately, easing your pains as soon as your call rang in his ears. Now he lingered by the railing of the ship where he had just bade goodbye to his crew. He was going to help you, of course he would, there was no question. Even now his Alpha side had him rearing to go and fuck you. But the same self-control that had made him an Emperor allowed him to hold out against his animal instincts. He was going to give you a practical lesson in why you needed him, why all of this was happening. You wouldn’t be in danger or damaged, just in pain for a little longer. 

Shanks pulled out his flask and popped it open with his thumb. About half an hour passed as your cries intensified, calling for an Alpha in increasingly desperate wails. He drank deeply from the small container, his fingers nearly crushing the metal as he fought his urge to go to you. He’d go to you soon, but he wanted to wait until-

“Sh-Shanks! Puh-lease! Shanks!” you cried out, your voice cracking with despair. A smile broke out on his face as he resealed his flask. 

Your POV

Where was your Alpha? Couldn’t he hear you crying for him? Why wasn’t he with you? Was he upset with you? You could smell one nearby, his lingering scent familiar from the last time he came to you. Based on the smell, you were writhing on his bed, and your nest consisted of his clothes. He wasn’t mated, so why wasn’t he here? The Alpha was strong and capable; didn’t he want you? You wanted him, and badly. 

You screwed your eyes shut as another wave of cramping hit your already sore midsection. This was too much to bear, it felt like you were going to die if he didn’t come to you. He’d told you his name but it kept slipping out of your thoughts like water through a sieve. Tears rolled down your hot face as the pain increased, so you cried out the only name your mind could grasp in your pained state. You hoped it was his.

“Sh-Shanks! Puh-lease! Shanks!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you begged. Your tears were coming faster now, you couldn’t handle the pain, you were dying without him. The door opened, a breeze carrying in the very scent you were so desperate for. Your tears slowed in his presence, relieved that your Alpha had finally come for you. Even his fresh scent was enough to quell some of the pain inside your body.

Rolling over onto your belly, you pushed yourself up as you knelt in your nest. Shanks unhurriedly took off his cloak and set it on the perfectly arranged desk. He ambled over to you, bending down to wipe away a tear with his thumb.

“Poor little Omega,” he cooed at you, cupping your face with one large hand. You nuzzled into him, your arms wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He smiled at you and allowed himself to be moved, right outside the bounds of your nest. 

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his hand winding into the hair on the back of your head. He didn’t need to pull it for you to look up at him, understanding the implicit cue. 

“Yes, Shanks,” you answered immediately as you bit your lip from another wave of cramps and slick trailing down your thighs. Your fingers sought the buttons on his shirt, wanting nothing between you and his glorious body.

“Do you need me?” he continued, allowing you to unbutton his shirt. There weren’t many so you finished the task quickly.

“Yes, Shanks,” you replied, rubbing your face on his now shirtless chest. You started kissing up his defined pecs until his hand tightened, stopping you from going any further. You looked up at him, your brows knit in confusion as your eyes pricked with tears once more — didn’t he want you? If he rejected you right now, you’d shatter into a million tiny pieces and never recover.

“Do you love me?” he asked quietly, his fingertips massaging the back of your head. That was all? You almost laughed at the question; it was as easy to answer as the previous two.

“Yes, Shanks.”

Shanks POV

You answered like it was ridiculous for him to ask such an obvious question. Pleased with your answer, he tugged your arms off his torso and pushed your chest gently with the tips of his fingers. You scooted backward and lay down, spreading your already soaked legs for him. Shanks groaned when you fully exposed your glistening core to him. He wanted to dive face first into your sweet pussy, but he couldn’t quite yet.

After shucking off his pants, Shanks followed you into your nest, his cock ready for what was to come. You eagerly wound your hands around his neck and your legs around his waist, practically panting with need as he leaned over you. Your pained expression returned as the heat consumed you, but Shanks remained resolute — he wanted to do this right.

He positioned himself at your sopping entrance, pushing into your tight channel slowly. You threw your head back with a loud moan as he sank into you, taking his time to let you feel every inch. He sheathed himself fully within you, grinding himself lightly against you. Your nails dug into his back with this small measure of relief. You were crying for more of him, but that wasn’t your decision to make. He needed to be careful, no matter how delicious you smelled or how tight your cunt was. His animalistic instincts had him on the edge of rut, and he wanted to be in his right mind for what he was about to do.

Unlike the first heat, Shanks didn’t take you fast and rough. He set a slow rhythm, stroking you deeply while leaning down to kiss you. He licked your lips, and you immediately parted them,  giving him entrance at his slightest behest. You whined into his mouth with your fervor, arching your back as he gradually pistoned faster. Your scent and mewls were filling his head, driving him to the brink of climax before he was ready. Shanks broke the kiss and put his mouth over your scent glands, sucking on them gently, preparing you for what was to come. Your nails dug into his back hard enough to break the skin as your cries increased in pitch.

“On hands and knees,” he husked, planting a kiss on the underside of your jaw as he pulled out. You eagerly flipped over onto your stomach, pushing your hips into the air. Shanks grabbed your thigh and pulled you back onto his cock, your cunt feeling like heaven. Oh, how he wanted to rut recklessly into you right now, to lose himself in the pleasure you brought him. He began his rhythm again, fucking you at a brutal pace that had you rocking forward with each rough thrust. You eagerly met his thrusts, pushing yourself back onto him as you keened.

Shanks wound his hand into your hair, wrapping some of it around his fist. It was so lovely having you like this, and he couldn’t believe he’d almost let you cut it. Shanks’s tempo never flagged and your cunt fluttered around his length as his pace increased. Shanks pulled your hair down, and you immediately pressed your chest to the bed, raising your ass higher in the air. He held you by your hair in place against the bed, your delicate neck stretched out before him. He could feel his incisors elongating, and for the first time, he didn’t stifle his inner urges.

“Love me,” Shanks Commanded as he held you down, the side of your face pressed into the mattress. He couldn’t be sure you’d hear and obey, but something drove him to try.  Shanks reared back and bit you with a roar, his fangs piercing through the thick, raised scar of Kid’s old bite. He tasted the coppery tang of your blood on his tongue and increased the pressure, making sure that there’d be nothing left from your old Alpha. 

The satisfaction of having his Omega beneath him, his fangs in your skin, your hair in his hand, his cock buried in you — the sensations overwhelmed him as he came deep within you. Your cunt eagerly pulsed around him as you screamed in pained pleasure. Even as you cried out and tried to squirm out of his hold, he kept you in place and forced you to accept his claim. Pulling his teeth out, he let go of your hair and started lapping at the bite. Your breathing was ragged as you shook beneath him, blood slowly seeping from the wound he’d given you. Shanks wanted to give you a moment to recover since you were coming down from an intense orgasm as well as the claiming bite. 

“Shhh. It’s alright, we’re almost done. Do you want me to make you feel good too?” he asked, kissing the spot where he’d bitten you. You winced but nodded your head, tilting it to give him better access to your neck.

“So sweet, so perfect for me. Lay down so I can show you what a good Omega you’ve been,” Shanks murmured, releasing his fist from your hair. You immediately lowered yourself to your stomach as he’d ordered you to, and Shanks rolled you onto your back. He moved down the bed, positioning himself where he’d wanted to be at the beginning.

“Messy for me,” Shanks crooned appreciatively, running a finger through your combined juices. You shuddered and whined in anticipation. He was going to make you feel good, but he had another motive for positioning you this way. Shanks didn’t give you much time to rest before he pushed your thighs apart with his hand and started lapping at your cunt. Luckily, heat had you forgetting the pain of your mating bite as your toes curled and your hands wound themselves into his hair. Your nails scratched his scalp as he sucked and licked your clit, his fingers working themselves into your needy pussy.

Within minutes, you were already at the precipice of orgasm again, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. Removing his fingers, Shanks nudged your thighs apart even further and began stroking your clit with his fingers. His fangs were aching again, and he was ready. Only one bite was needed for claiming, but Shanks needed to show he was the only Alpha in your life. That no one else mattered.

“One more time, then we’ll never have to do this again. We’ll be mated and nothing will ever come between us,” he said, more to himself than you. You weren’t coherent right now; you were writhing beneath his touch and waiting for Shanks to bestow your next orgasm. He stroked you rapidly, your cunt clenching around nothing as you lurched from the sensations. 

“Love me,” he Commanded you as he sank his fangs into the bite on your inner thigh. You screamed as you came, but this was no cry of pleasure like he was so used to hearing tumble from your lips during heat. This was the pained scream of injury, the kind he’d heard thousands of times before during his life on the seas. He snapped his jaws shut once more, pushing his teeth further through the scar before pulling them out of your delicate skin. Your breath was hitching and tears were leaking from your eyes, but you still gave him a watery smile when he made eye contact with you.

“All done, never again,” Shanks repeated, with you sniffling above him. He lapped at the second bite between your legs, keeping them open with his torso as you weakly tried to shut them. After ensuring the bite was sufficient to rid you of Kid’s mark, Shanks removed himself from between your legs and lay next to you on the bed.

“How are you feeling, little Omega?” he asked, pulling your back flush against his chest. He could smell his scent seeping into your own, creating a new one. It was no less appealing to him, but it wouldn’t call to other Alphas like the scent of an unmated Omega did. He moved your hair, admiring the large puncture wounds he’d made between your neck and shoulder. It would act as a ward to other Alphas, the strength of his bite a visual marker of his strength in battle. 

“Hurts,” you whispered, leaning your head further back into his chest for comfort.

“It’ll stop soon,” he replied, kissing your forehead. His cock had been hard since you began your heat and it was stirring against your ass. “We can make the pain go away, if you wish,” he whispered into the shell of your ear, scraping his teeth against your earlobe.

You shivered and gave him a sunny smile — gods, he loved this version of you. Maybe now that you were mated, this side would come to the forefront. He understood why you were withdrawn and anxious but maybe with him at your side you’d be able to heal.

Shanks lifted your top leg and placed it over his hips, opening you up so he could slide his cock back into your inviting cunt. You sighed in relief, like you had been missing it all your life. Shanks pushed himself into you until an unfamiliar sensation erupted from within him. Looking down, Shanks saw that a knot had formed at the base of his cock, the reddish bulb growing larger as he sank deeper into you. Hongo had mentioned something about knots, but Shanks hadn’t really been listening at the time. Mated Alphas were the only designation able to knot their partners, but it had slipped his mind that it would happen to him.

“Love, this time is going to be different,” Shanks said absently, running his fingers over the knot. It was incredibly sensitive and he couldn’t wait until it was being gripped by your tight cunt.

“Biting?” you asked, hiking your shoulder to cover your neck reflexively.

“No, no. No more biting. I’m going to knot you,” Shanks said definitively, watching his cock sink into your heat. You sighed dreamily and your smile widened until your eyes were little slits. He wanted to remember the look you were giving him for the rest of his days.

Your POV

Your Alpha was so pleased with you he’d marked you, claimed you, made you his own. You’d never have to be alone and in pain ever again. He would always be there to protect you. Something kept trying to come to your mind, something important you’d forgotten. It was a dark feeling, a sense of dread or worry, but you couldn’t imagine why you’d feel that way. Everything was perfect and– your thoughts scattered as Shanks entered you, making you melt against him.

“Love, this time is going to be different,” Shanks said from behind you, fiddling with something. 

“Biting?” you asked, hiking your shoulder to cover your neck reflexively. You were able to grasp a scary memory; you hadn’t liked it when he bit you. It was painful, and even though you were glad you were his Omega, you didn’t want to get bitten a third time. But if that was what your Alpha wanted, you’d provide it to him.

“No, no. No more biting. I’m going to knot you,” Shanks said as he began pumping himself within you. You sighed from happiness, there couldn’t be a better life than this. You twisted to kiss him and tenderly cupped his cheek to pull his face to yours. 

“Ah, you need more, greedy girl?” he said with a laugh when you pulled away. You bit your lip and nodded, you wanted so much more. You wanted to not know where you ended or where he began, to merge together, to be one with him. Shanks pulled out and rolled you onto your back, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder. You moved the other to match, ready for whatever he was going to give you. Shanks leaned down, his lips crashing against your own as he thrust into you. You were squished under your own thighs and some of his bodyweight, his cock feeling like it was in your stomach with how deep it was within you.

He quickly began a punishing rhythm, his skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat that matched your own. You thrashed as another orgasm built inside you, ready to bring you to a renewed state of bliss. Just as you were about to hit your peak, Shanks pushed his knot inside you. You came as your body accommodated his own, your cunt pulsating around his massive size. Shanks roared his own orgasm, and you felt the thick ropes of come released within you, finally sating the urges of heat momentarily. You went limp as all your energy left you, content to be joined with your Alpha for a few peaceful moments until his knot receded. 

“How long?” you hummed in contentment.

“Not sure, love. This is my first time,” he crooned, cupping your breast and putting his chin on your shoulder. It didn’t matter, really. He’d tell you what he wanted, and you’d obey. That’s how things always were between Alphas and Omegas. 

“I need you to do one thing for me,” he said, kissing the oozing mating mark on your neck. You couldn’t wait to hear what he wanted from you. You would do anything for your Alpha.

“Love me.”

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[littlefankingdom]

I feel like I need to be more specific, and also state that I hate when people say that Bruce bringing up Jason when he is trying to make his other kids not risk their life is blaming the boy for his death. I think that's a reach.

About Cass, it's very clear that Bruce knows she is risking her life because she doesn't value it and value saving people more. By bringing up Jason's death to her, but also to other kids like Tim when they are being self-sacrificing, he is asking them to realize the value of their life. To think about their own life and safety and not put others before them. That he values them and he will be heartbroken, just like he is heartbroken over Jason. It is also implying that Bruce wished Jason had value his life more than saving others, because even if Bruce doesn't know about Sheila' betrayal, he knows his boy died to save her. And as a father, he has this selfish wish that his boy had not try to save her.

In one of those instances where Bruce sees Jason in Cass, he also sees Dick and Tim in her, because they would all do what she is doing, which is "going against Bruce's orders to try to help him and save his life". He thinks about how they all have a different reason to do it (Cass because she is suicidal, Jason because he was headstrong and wanted to stand out, Dick because he wants to prove he is useful and a loyal son, Tim because of his empathy), but in the end, they are also doing it because they love him. Anyway, all his kids will put their life on the line and disregard his orders to try to save a life, and he wish they would stop, because this led to Jason dying. Again, this is not him blaming Jason for his death, this is a parent blaming themselves for not being protective enough and their kid getting killed. Bruce always dealt with his trauma by trying to have control over everything, and him trying to have control over his kids risking their life is the same thing.

Multiple times during Cass' beginning, they portrayed Bruce seeing Jason in her when she is self-destructive and ready to sacrifice herself for the mission, and like, dkzodbxizvidvf.

At this point, Jason has not make his comeback yet. So, Bruce thinks of the pain he feels from losing his son and he is mentally begging for Cass to not make him go through that again.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hiii! I really love your writing, and I wish I could absorb the power like just SNSJDHSH

anyways, would you mind doing a hurt/comfort, but while the hero literally has a knife in their leg-

I can imagine the ranting and they’re like “BISH WHATCHU MEAN IM IN PAINN”

“No.” The hero’s voice was sharp. Probably the sharpest it had ever been. They grabbed the villain’s forearm. “I’m not done here.”

They tried to pull themselves up and miraculously made it onto their feet. However, the villain saw the sweat, the shaking legs, the fear, the pain.

The hero’s fingers dug into the villain’s skin.

“Oh, you are so done here,” the villain said. The hero accidentally bumped against their nemesis and stopped dead in their tracks. Their eyes widened.

The villain could also see the tears.

“There are still people in that building. I’m not gonna—” They looked at each other.

The villain had never been rescued by a hero before. Not as a civilian. Being saved when they were in costume was the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen during the night. But now that the hero had saved them in broad daylight, now that they were officially nothing more than a civilian, it felt…it felt…

They bit their bottom lip. Unfortunately, the hero had recognised them immediately. The hero hadn’t even hesitated, hadn’t even thought about leaving the villain behind.

“Can’t you call someone?” the villain asked. “One of your friends? Maybe?”

“Every second counts,” the hero said. They squeezed their eyes shut and pushed themselves past their nemesis. They were limping horribly and the knife was still inside them. The hero took in a deep breath. “Alright.”

They looked like they were getting ready to run or jump or do god knows what kind of crazy gymnastics performance to get inside the burning building.

They looked over their shoulder.

“Please stay back.”

“If I kicked your thigh right now, would you just, I dunno, fall over?”

The hero glared.

“You piece of—”

“Sorry to disappoint you. But you’re not going back into that building,” the villain said. They grabbed the hero’s biceps.

In terms of strength the both of them were an equal match. The fact that the hero was in a suit and the villain in office attire didn’t change that.

“Let go.”

“I won’t.”

“I will kick your ass if I have to. With or without a knife in my thigh,” the hero said. They turned around and the villain figured they’d fall over any second now. “If you want to see people die so badly then visit a hospital.”

“This isn’t about the people in that building. I don’t care for them. I don’t enjoy seeing people suffer. This is about you. You will die if you go in there again.” They stared at each other.

“Those people have lives. All of them. They have families, they have homes. They have hopes and dreams. I cannot—” the hero spun around to look at the building “—I won’t leave anyone behind.”

They started walking towards the building again and the villain watched as their nemesis basically dragged themselves towards the entrance.

God, they hated the hero. They truly hated that hero.

“Fine,” the villain said. They followed the hero, walked past them and stopped. “You have maybe five minutes.”

“What?”

The villain leaned over. Grabbed the handle of the knife. The hero’s eyes widened again but they weren’t quick enough to beg.

The villain pulled the knife out of their enemy’s thigh with one clean and strong draw.

“Five minutes until you bleed out. Get some help from those paramedics over there.” They stared at each other. Hatred staring at indifference.

But it wasn’t exactly indifference anymore, was it? The villain clenched their jaw.

No, it was. Total indifference. The villain didn’t care about the hero. This was just to repay their enemy for saving their life.

They loosened their collar, rolled up their sleeves.

“Good luck,” the villain said.

And with that, they walked into the burning building to search for any of those damned souls the hero had wanted to save.

[tiramiiswu]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Invincible x Tharja!Reader

✦ masterlist || next ✦ imagine: mark with a dark mage reader inspired by tharja from fire emblem awakening, aka mark and the freak who follows him everywhere they possibly can and casts curses on people who inconvenience them ✦ pairings: mark grayson x tharja!reader ✦ warnings: slight yandere behavior, stalking, reader is a little freak sometimes ✦ a/n: the inevitable tharja!reader imagine i keep babbling about :3 i love my wife she's so silly 💞😊also sorry if this jumps around a lot i like, worked on this infrequently and mostly whenever a brain worm started wriggling i had to get it out of my system i dont really know when to stop

✦ you might be into him because he's attractive or maybe you're just fascinated by his strength or general trauma spiral, sometimes you just follow him like a little stalker because you find him so fascinating for some reason

✦ you like the way you are for sure, it's less so that you don't see anything wrong with your behavior (you're definitely aware enough to know what you're doing is odd) and more so like, this is kind of just how you are and you don’t really see a point in changing

✦ but if mark ever mentioned like her creepy stalker/dark mage behavior being weird or wishing you were like more normal you would both like, understand you needs to change your approach but also lack the social clues to do this in a way that isnt fucking insane

✦ like you don't really understand that he finds you weird, that your tendencies to stalk him and watch him when you think he isn't paying attention, you just think your approach is wrong and that you should try to be As Normal As Possible (in the most bizarre fashion)

✦ you're usually pretty gloomy and monotone so you try to sound and act generally cheerier and upbeat but also uh, you tend to say a lot of weird things

✦ like your phrasing is just kind of Off and Weirdly iterated, you sound old fashioned but in a like, medieval sense

✦ Like you start to greet him specifically with “how fare you” and “good morrow sir” and say “huzzah!” at the end of some of your sentences and none of it sounds right, like it’s just odd and archaic sounding and Extremely Unlike You

✦ At some point mark is even more weirded out by your attempts at being normal that he just, straight up asks you to go back to the way you were before he decided he can put up with your usual strange, gloomy self better than this friendlier side of you

✦ mark starts to notice when tharja!reader is stalking him, it’s never inherently malevolent or out to get him or his loved ones, you're just like, creepy in general

✦ he doesnt have to worry about you trying to hurt him despite your past as a goon of some bigger, more threatening villain

✦ you're reformed and relatively loyal to him and the guardians (at least up until the team splits, then it's pretty clear that you're only really following where he goes)

✦ you're mostly just a lurker

✦ you're fascinated with him in a way you can’t specifically explain, but you fully believe you were destined to meet and tends to speak to him like the two of you are star crossed lovers of some kind

✦ idk if you'd like, go as far as following him to his house that’s insane work even for you, but at places like the gda or the guardian's hq and even during some of his assignments at some point mark would just start to feel you staring at him from somewhere behind him or within the vicinity

✦ you really aren't being that slick with it tbh

✦ yes sometimes you're peering around corners and watching him without him knowing but sometimes someone can just, walk up to see what you're doing and it’s clear as day just watching mark do Literally Anything

✦ you always manage to appear when he’s in the middle of doing something, even if he’s with company

✦ whether it’s walking in to ask cecil a question during one of his training sessions or even just suddenly appearing during casual conversations he’s having with the guardians

✦ it becomes very evident to everyone that you're always going to be lurking somewhere nearby if mark is there

✦ at some point it might become like? comforting? (at least in a stockholm syndrome kind of way)

✦ you become more reliable in combat if you can manage to keep up with him somehow (you're mostly grounded and you don't have very great stamina tbh but you can manage on your own) you do well to watch his flank if you're not in immediate danger, glass cannon and all depending on your opponent’s resistance to magic

✦ but like idk tharja!reader’s head over heels in love with him and isnt opposed to lending an ear or a shoulder to cry on, you just aren’t exactly the first person you’d think to turn to for comfort

✦ i think he’s keeping you at an arm’s length because regardless you're fucking weird but like

✦ idk i want them to have their tharja/robin moment where after getting used to your antics and somewhat comfortable at the idea of you watching over him/taking care of him he feels you watching again and like

✦ reaches out and pulls around the corner you're hiding behind just like, “i mean, i guess an easier way for you to keep doing all this is to just keep you by my side forever or something”

✦ but for now instead of marrying you he'll just like, ask you out on a date

✦ and while you would accept this bc you were almost like? waiting for it, in very tharja fashion you would just be like, “hm, this is wrong, turn back around” and make him ask you again (you still said yes dw)

✦ you're not actually used to him like, looking at you directly

✦ he thinks it's kind of cute in a way that you get kind of shy when he's actually speaking to you face to face

✦ he notices you actually don’t like making eye contact with a lot of people in general, it’s rare to see you actually speak to someone while looking at them dead in the eyes you tend to look down or generally avert your gaze to focus on something else during conversations

✦ cecil probably couldve had you on a tighter leash if he started letting you monitor the graysons with him

✦ 10/10 if someone gave you the job you’d dedicate enough of your time away from studying dark magic and worshiping the fell god to stalk mark on a government paycheck

✦ that’s implying you even like cecil tbh

✦ you honestly couldnt care less what he actually wants to get out of it, you barely listen to him most of the time you're on parole anyway

✦ tbh you could develop a much better hex to keep tabs on mark and his family than whatever cecil’s system is, you just likes doing it yourself

✦ when mark isn’t there for you to shadow? you're holed up in some quiet dark room to practice your dark magic

✦ whether it be studying old texts of rituals and curses or just like, practicing a hex that can change the color of her curtains temporarily

✦ because you're not just practicing spells that are for combat, you're practicing minor hexes for simply just convenience’s sake, or

✦ like yeah you can cast a spell that has to inflict pain onto someone else to replenish your strength and stamina, sure you can sap the life force of another person to heal your wounds or trap someone in a pool of corrosive mire from a few yards away

✦ but what do you actually practice and study the most in you spare time?

✦ developing a new spell to relieve the aches and pains in you feet after you walk in heels, or a hex to help regulate your body temperature just enough to avoid shivering or feeling that prickling sensation from the room being just a bit too warm, sometimes it's just developing a quick charm to take your makeup off at the end of the night because you just couldn't be bothered to go through your whole routine that night

✦ you aren't always trying to cause harm

✦ well, okay except when you're trying to get out of having to see cecil because you Really Don’t Feel Like It and decide to put a curse on him so he gets sick or mildly injured so you can miss your meeting (this has caused him to add more time to whatever deal the two of you made in relation to not sending you to jail)

✦ like not enough to leave him severely harmed of course but like, leave him with a bad cold or maybe like a sprained ankle

✦ something that inconveniences him so he can reschedule and so you can just go back to your books or so you can watch mark in person

✦ this goes for quite a few of the guardians actually

✦ like i mentioned before you'd probably be a reformed villain, like not actually reformed like you had a change of heart and suddenly wanted to do good

✦ but because the villain you worked for was about to get apprehended or killed and you switched teams because you realized you were on the losing side and decided throwing your life away for some crazy mf who doesn't care about you wasn't worth it

✦ you're still not opposed to killing someone if you need to, mark didn’t approve of it though so you've been reeling in your more lethal spells (which was uh, most of them if you're being honest)

✦ it’s taken a bit but you're gradually starting to become more merciful and sparing your opponents from severe bodily harm in an attempt to gain mark’s approval

✦ you'd offer your help to anyone besides mark almost begrudgingly

✦ like you asked for this tbh

✦ you agreed to join the side of the good guys maybe even the gda with some deal with cecil or whatever sure, but you're not going out of your way to interact with your new "teammates"

✦ they always manage to find a way to butt into your business somehow, like you just cant escape them

✦ at some point it's like you're stuck being their therapist at times

✦ like there's something about you that makes people just kind of talk out loud about their problems around you or the universe just has the most impeccable comedic timing when it comes to you walking into a room when someone has a personal issue

✦ like you don't know how to make it any more clear how much you don't really care but like, for whatever reason you decide to offer your assistance (probably just to get them to stop talking)

✦ your methods would be fucking wild and unconventional as hell tho

✦ like oh, mark is still traumatized and conflicted over his feelings about his dad trying to conquer the earth? simple, you’ll just spend a couple of days working on like a whole ritual or concoct some elaborate spell or curse to place on him that will erase his memories of his dad entirely to get rid of the source of the problem like??

✦ it could definitely be a plausible solution (you had the courtesy of offering it to him and waiting for permission to use that spell and he definitely said no ofc) but who the fuck would think of that first???

✦ honestly you'd probably get along with robot decently well

✦ like who else would tharja!reader find kinship with than the fucking weirdo who literally stole his coworker's dna to seem more appealing to his crush? what a fucking freak (you definitely wondered if mark would like you more if you suddenly became ginger or something)

✦ tharja!reader likes to pretend that they're not interested in forming bonds and attachments with others except for mark, but he’s seen how you sit and observe people before offering a solution to their problems

✦ you don’t actively seek out friendship with anyone but he sees how much you try to just like, exist, to prove yourself as trustworthy to the other heroes who hold you at an arm’s length

✦ you tend to be othered due to your track record being a former villain, or because your personality isn’t the most approachable and how you're kind of off putting because your hobbies are strange and how your solutions to problems are extreme at times

✦ like he sees how you get defensive when you think they question your loyalty or judge your practices

✦ you have a tendency to get catty or make snide comments either at others or say something self deprecating about yourself to make a point

✦ you tend to shrug it off as just being honest or realistic, but it’s apparent that it’s starting to get under your skin how much you get treated like a time bomb

✦ he genuinely considers for a moment that you might’ve cursed him

✦ you didn’t btw however everyone definitely thinks you did based on the fact that mark is? actually looking for you now? like willingly?? what the fuck??

✦ like he just cannot stop thinking about you it’s genuinely driving him mad like at first it was because yeah you’re always near him or watching him ofc he’s going to think about you constantly you never leave him alone

✦ but now he’s like, up at night thinking of you sometimes, maybe hugging his pillow to his chest and kicking his feet a little

✦ at some point you aren’t even there and he passes by a shop that has like pretty notebooks or like a black cat or crow plushie in the window and he thinks about you or how you would probably like something like it and maybe he even buys it for himself

✦ if mark ever feels like tharja!reader is like, trustworthy or loyal enough to him (with some stipulations) he might introduce you to his family

✦ you would oddly be mostly disinterested in his family but like, hey, a win’s a win you gets to go to his house and lurk in his room, life is good

✦ depending on when you're invited over mark doesn’t have to worry much about you reporting back to cecil about oliver because you're like

✦ actively avoiding the kid

✦ you look at him like he’s a little creature

✦ like not specifically because he’s an alien or because his skin is purple, but because he’s a child

✦ you don't want any of his kiddy germs on you

✦ mark thinks it’s funny how much you stiffen up when oliver walks over to you

✦ like the way you shuffle further away from him when sitting on the couch and the little sounds of panic/defeat you make when inevitably little toddler oliver corners you and starts like patting your leg or trying to crawl or climb over you

✦ you look so miffed by oliver being curious it's so silly

✦ sometimes you make a minor illusion of like a butterfly or some small glowing image to lure him away so you can escape, or just so he won't hover around you when you're trying to converse with mark or debbie (the graysons finding your efforts to entertain oliver quite silly and endearing in an odd way)

✦ mark pretends not to see you working quietly on making an amulet that can help disguise oliver/change his appearance with a transmog to help debbie save money on whatever foundation or face paint she uses to hide his alien skin

✦ he thinks it’s cute that when oliver’s still pretty young you tend to talk to him like he’s an adult, seeing you holding your amulet up to him and with a rather serious frown explaining to the boy the importance of keeping the pendant unharmed and intact in order for the enchantment to work

✦ the sigh you let out when he inevitably ends up teething on the pendant before giving him the ever so slightly affectionate tug on his cheek is something mark thinks about quite often after that

✦ you don't particularly like being touched by people, but with mark? you're like a cat, you slink around and start to cling to his side or creep up behind him and just sort of like, press into his back and hold onto his waist or shoulders

✦ neither of you have really noticed yet but the two of you both sort of take turns like, watching the other sleep when you're together

✦ whether it be looming over him when he's napping or staring at his face when the two of you fall asleep side by side, you find the peaceful, helpless look on his face when he's vulnerable just oh so mesmerizing

✦ on the other hand whenever you actually managed to fall asleep first beside or on top of him (or sometimes when he finds you slumped over your books, a hex dancing along your fingers to your pen to scrawl across your notes while snoozing in your chair) mark can’t help but find the relaxed expression on your face so… enchanting

✦ it’s corny mark’s so fucking corny but genuinely it’s like you put a spell on him

✦ which tbh is highly probable, like sometimes you put a hex on him during combat to spike his adrenaline for a few seconds or block a pain receptor or two every now and then (maybe even crank up his libido or something idk whatever this little freak wants)

✦ but this time you definitely didn’t do that

✦ last minute addendum mostly unrelated to that last part but this now implies the existence of noire whose father is mark

✦ and that her like bipolar mood swings/personality switches are being influenced by fucking viltrumite genetic strength,,,,,, girl is gonna get a crit and shout “blood and thunder!” and rip a man in half omg

✦ i think they’ve created a monster and by they i ofc mean me this might get a pin put in it i will be scheming about father candidate mark now

[paperstorm]

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“Baby, what are you doing?” TK’s voice asks, soft and concerned.

Carlos shakes his head. He can’t explain it, but he’s also not sure he can get up from the floor. He tries, but the signals from his brain misfire and his limbs stay motionless and heavy. Without looking up, he asks, “Just give me a minute, okay?”

He prays TK will listen. Ideally, TK would just nod and agree and walk away, go have a quick shower or unpack his work bag or something and leave Carlos to wallow in misery unwitnessed for a few minutes so that by the time he comes back Carlos will have managed to pack all this back up and they can just pretend it never happened.

It’s a silly thing to hope for, Carlos knows that. If there’s one thing he knows – and ultimately, loves – about TK Strand, it’s that he rarely does what people want him to do.

“Carlos,” he says again, voice a little closer. “Why are you …”

He trails off, and even though Carlos is neither touching him or looking at him, he can feel the moment when TK gets it.

“Oh,” he whispers, and Carlos clenches his jaw and wants to cry.

“Just give me a minute,” he says again, this time through gritted teeth. Maybe TK will listen if he understands how much Carlos needs it.

Slowly, TK steps toward him. Out of the corner of his eye Carlos can see TK’s jeans moving as his legs bend and he lowers himself down, crossing his legs once he’s on the floor and leaning back against the kitchen cabinets with Carlos.

“I’ll give you as long as you need,” TK murmurs, reaching out to take Carlos’s hand and thread their fingers together. “But not alone. You’re not alone.”

Carlos shudders through an exhale. As always, it’s sympathy that threatens to break him more than anything else. Suddenly it’s as if that music is playing here in their home, a lively beat and jazzy trumpets blaring. The sweet smell of cookies is in his nose, his head throbs as if the wound is still fresh and oozing. It’s only for a moment and then it’s gone, but it’s enough to make Carlos want to curl in on himself and sob until his throat is raw.

“I’m having …” he begins, but the words get caught in his throat.

TK waits, patient and sweet beside him, stroking his forearm. He’s so steady, so kind and understanding and wonderful, and it puts a pit in Carlos’s stomach. He doesn’t want to need so much understanding.

He swallows, trying again despite everything inside him screaming at him to shove it all down and lock it all away and never admit it even to himself.

In a miserably shaky voice, Carlos closes his eyes and whispers, “I’m having trouble not seeing the inside of that kitchen. When I close my eyes.”

“Baby,” TK whispers back, fingers curling into Carlos’s long-sleeved shirt.

“I thought …” Carlos sniffs and chokes again, for a moment, on words he wishes he never has to say, “I thought maybe if I just sat here for a bit, against the cupboards like where she had me tied up, it might force me to face it, and then it might go away.”

TK exhales slowly. “And?”

Carlos shakes his head, screwing his eyes up and fighting back tears. “I can still smell her perfume.”

TK shuffles in closer, gripping Carlos’s hand tight enough to bruise and resting his head on Carlos’s shoulder.

“It’ll stop, I know it will,” Carlos says, assuring himself as much as TK. “I just need to keep trying.”

“You don’t need to do anything. Except let me sit here with you.”

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, I told you. We’re getting married. That means you never have to be alone.”

Carlos sniffs and lets his head lilt to the side, temple resting against TK’s soft hair.

“You haven’t been cooking,” TK says softly.

Gritting his teeth, Carlos feels his whole body tense. He hates that it’s true. He hates that TK noticed. “I thought maybe I was playing it off.”

“You love cooking for me. Of course I picked up on it.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to – ”

“Baby,” TK interrupts gently. “I’m not asking you to start. Not if it’s bringing back bad memories. I just don’t want you to hide from me.”

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47 & 15

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These are longer, I think, than they're supposed to be (the second, In particular really got away from me) so enjoy the content I guess, though I simply must put some of this under a cut so as to not be obnoxious.

47: crave

Jean was staring. He knew he shouldn't, but he was doing it anyway. His eyes followed a bead of water as it trailed down Jeremy's back, twisting and turning as it followed the contours of his muscles. Letting himself look was a compromise, a concession in the active battle he was fighting to suppress his desire.

There must have been other people in the room, but Jean only noticed Jeremy. That is, until Cody sat down beside him. "He's not typically my type, but even I have to admit he is pretty dreamy." The sudden voice nearly made Jean jump out of his skin. He'd been caught. But something in his brain registered the voice as Cody, and before that, as Not A Threat.

Jean glanced over at them, not threatened but still embarrassed to be perceived. "Shut up," he grumbled, though there was no real malice to it.

"You love me," Cody laughed, nudging Jean with their elbow.

"Debatable," he grumbled back and it wasn't a complete denial.

"I get it, you know. It sucks, wanting something you think you can't have."

Jean followed their gaze over to Pat and Ananya in the corner and scoffed. It was not the same. "You can have them," he said.

"Can't you?" They replied. "I've seen the way he looks at you."

So had Jean. And he was sure Jeremy had seen the way Jean looked at him. The mutual attraction was hardly a secret at this point, the question was just what was allowed. Had the rules truly changed? Was it just as simple as going for it? "Maybe," Jean replied, bringing his eyes back to Jeremy.

15: trembling hands

Jeremy's hands were shaking as he fiddled with the lighter in his hands. He was usually so good at this but tonight he just couldn't seem to get it to light. He was about to throw the lighter off the balcony in frustration when he heard a voice from beside him.

"Does Laila know you are smoking on her patio?" Jeremy hadn't even noticed Jean coming, but he turned to face him now.

"Technically, it's your patio," Jeremy countered. "The FBI gave the apartment to you. And I'm not smoking, I'll have you know, because I can't get the stupid thing to-oh!" As he tried to demonstrate the way that the lighter was bullying him by refusing to cooperate, he somehow managed to get it to go. He reached for his cigarette, but Jean's words stopped him.

"What if I don't want you smoking on my patio?"

Jeremy flipped the lighter shut and looked up at Jean. "I guess that's your right." Jean had his plants out here after all, and he probably didn't want Jeremy stinking up the apartment when he came back inside. Would the FBI pay the building's cleaning fee, he wondered. "I can go for a walk if you really want me to."

"I wish you would not do it at all," Jean said, and his expression was unreadable. Was he angry or concerned or annoyed?

"Yeah, well that's not really a choice you get to make, is it?" It was harsher than he meant for it to be, he could tell by the way Jean's eyebrows shot up, but he was on edge and he really just needed a smoke. He'd be better after. "Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I mean I do mean it's just—" he cut himself off, taking a breath. "It's not that big of a deal, okay?"

Jean looked at Jeremy for a moment, as if he were calculating something. Before Jeremy could ask what it was, he grabbed a loose cigarette off the railing and held it like he'd seen Jeremy hold it. "If it is not that big of a deal, maybe I should do it. I have certainly had enough stress to earn myself a vice, no?"

It wasn't at all what he was trying to accomplish, but the sight of Jean against a starry sky holding a cigarette was so striking it nearly had Jeremy on his knees. The bluff was so obvious that Jeremy almost called him on it, but for once he couldn't bring himself to light this handsome man's cigarette. When Jean raised an eyebrow at him in response to the pause, Jeremy just sighed.

"I don't want to see you do that to yourself, to risk your health and career." He knew this meant he lost the argument, but he shoved the lighter into his pocket. "You deserve to find a better way to cope."

Jean looked at him again, content to have won Jeremy and sure. "And what if I feel the same way about you that you feel about me?"

It couldn't have possibly been what he meant, but Jeremy swallowed hard at that implication. Jeremy was interested in Jean, he loved Jean. And while he'd seen flickers of Jean's own interest, he doubted it would ever lead anywhere, despite the way it felt like tensions between them had been growing. But even if that happened, he doubted it would be anything more than that. "You... Shouldn't say it like that. Someone might think you mean... Something else." He was sure his face was turning red, it felt like it was a thousand degrees.

Jean's face was certainly turning red. Maybe he really hadn't intended for Jeremy to take it like that. His eyebrow furrowed and he tilted his head. He stayed like that for a moment, like he was warring with himself. "There is only us out here," he said, and as he stepped closer, Jeremy had to tilt his head up higher to maintain eye contact. "What do you think I mean?"

Jeremy started to look away but Jean had his chin in his grasp now. He was utterly doomed, Jean was simply too hot to contend with. But it was a hard question to answer without revealing his own feelings, although there was the chance that that was the push they both needed to get the ball rolling on... Whatever this was. "That you want to be... More... Than friends."

It was like Jean was waiting for permission, because his lips were on Jeremy's in a second. Jeremy gripped onto the man's shirt and pulled himself in closer. All too soon, he pulled back looking at Jeremy with his pupils blown and his face red. "Does that answer your question?" All Jeremy could do was nod, though he wasn't sure it really did. "Good." He smiled and Jeremy was glad he was already holding on tight as his knees wobbled beneath him. They would have to actually talk about this at some point, but Jeremy was not going to ruin this moment.

"Oh," Jean added. "I will not kiss you if you have smoke on your breath."

Jeremy blinked. That meant he wanted to kiss Jeremy again right? Jeremy let go of Jean with one hand to throw his pack of cigarettes off the deck before bringing Jean in for a second kiss which both men eagerly participated in.

"I shouldn't have thrown that," Jeremy said as he pulled back. "I think kids live down there. I'm gonna go get it actually. But I'm gonna get rid of it. And maybe when I get back..." Jeremy wasn't sure what he was suggesting. Definitely kissing.

Jean laughed, and while it wasn't the first time Jeremy had heard it, is was just as beautiful of a sound this time. "I will be waiting," he said.

[sunkissedduck]

I wish that they had actually made adashi a fleshed out ship from the beginning so much. Imagine one of the first things we learn about shiro after the pilot is that he had someone waiting for him, that he misses Adam, and that he wants to go home. Just like odyssesus

Kieth and Adam would have known eachother and would have talked when shiro was first reported missing. I imagine Keith would still leave, just with the added layer of Adam trying to stop him, trying to hold onto the one thing still linking him back to shiro, but ultimetly failing. Shiro when he sees Keith again after the the events of the pilot would find himself unable to stop himself from asking about Adam, thus allowing us to learn about Adam but also folding in Keith’s backstory.

I want Adam to haunt the narrative the entire show as we periodically retouch the subject, exploring Shiro’s connection to earth. When they see eachother again they get to have their moment of pure joy, finally addressing their fight and reaffirming that they’ll be there for eachother no matter what. They’re different people now but that just means that they get to fall in love all over again.

"would you fall in love with me again" from epic the musical but make it adashi

[mytortoisegotstuckinatupperware]

if the world could stop requesting me to provide goods and/or services as a means of survival, that'd be solid. thanks

[technically-human]

EEEEE!! I love your stobotnik art sm! If ur open to it id love to see some more art of the pair interacting with themselves/each other in the future? 👉👈

Anyways, (eats ur art)

Stone has some regrets and Robotnik is learning some stuff

ko-fi

[bunnieswithknives]

Okay but does Peri KNOW that Dev has a robotic leg when he shows up? Something about the fact that Peri's wand is a cane and the fact that Dev could have kept his leg and just had a cane for the rest of his life instead tickles my brain.

I mean he doesn't know immediately, he wasn't like briefed or anything, but he basically lives in Dev's house so he definitely finds out. Peri doesn't comment on or react to it all though really, there's no reason for him to think anything of it, plenty of people have missing limbs, a lot of people are born without them, it doesn't necessarily mean anything sinister happened. He had no reason to pry or ask and I think Peri's lack of reaction to it helped Dev feel a bit more comfortable in his skin. (Not by much but.. a little bit.)

[asgardian--angels]

mage viktor discourse again on twitter and all i can say in my little corner over here once again is, I don't know why the entire fandom takes it as canon that mage Viktor failed to save every world he manipulated.

Canon does not provide evidence of this. This is fanon speculation. It's a fine headcanon to have, but everyone talks about it like it's canon when it isn't. Canon is ambiguous about the outcome of the timelines mage Viktor altered. The little nods we are given point, in my opinion, towards the opposite conclusion, that he successfully averted destruction.

I've written meta on this before but in summary:

1) 'In all timelines, in all possibilities' is worded precisely, it's not 'out of all timelines'; the implication is that every time, Jayce brings Viktor back from the brink, not just in our timeline. 'Only you' doesn't refer to our timeline's Jayce, it refers to all Jayces. Jayce always brings him home. If Viktor continuously put the fate of each timeline in Jayce's hands and Jayce failed over and over, I don't think he'd say those words. And the way he says them matters. His words are tinged with wonder, not sorrow. As if over and over again, he is shown that Jayce saves him, and it continues to amaze him. He doesn't sound defeated, like this is the next in a long line of Jayces he's sending off to die. The feeling is that Viktor's faith in Jayce has not been misplaced.

2) If mage Viktor doomed every timeline, there would be hundreds (or more) mage Viktors. All running around manipulating timelines. I highly doubt the writers wanted to get into that kind of sticky situation. The tragedy of mage Viktor is that he is singular. Alone. Burdened with the responsibility of the multiverse. The emotional gut punch of his fate is ruined if other timelines led to the same outcome, and from a practical standpoint, having multiple reality-bending omniscient mages would rip apart the fabric of the arcane.

There are other points, such as there being only one corrupted Mercury Hammer and our Jayce is the only one to receive it, and the fact that if mage Viktor is as omniscient as he is implied to be, he could easily step back into other timelines and correct course, because it's highly unlikely he could sit still and watch things go down in flames. But these things can be argued elsewhere.

While I love conversations about mage Viktor's motives and selfishness vs altruism, the writers & artbook have expressed that Jayce and Viktor care greatly about Runeterra and want to fix their mistakes to save it, and that their reconciliation is symbolic of Piltover and Zaun coming together as well. Yes, they make disastrous decisions towards each other, making choices for the other or without the other, which has negative consequences for their relationship and for Runeterra - but I think fandom pushes their selfishness even past what's canon sometimes, as if their entire goal hadn't always been to selflessly help the world around them. Their final reconciliation is about bridging the gap that grew between them - the pain and grief and secrets, betraying themselves and each other - to mutually choose each other openly and honestly. Part of the beauty of their story, as expressed by the creators, is that in their final moments, they chose each other and took responsibility for their actions by sacrificing themselves to end what they started, together - and that choosing each other saved the world. TPTB have stated this - that Jayce and Viktor are the glue holding civilization together, and when they come back to each other, they can restore balance. It's when they're apart, when they hurt each other and miscommunicate, when they abandon their commitment to each other and their dream, that the greater world suffers. Their strife is mirrored in the story-world at large.

Mage Viktor is framed as a solitary penitent figure, damned to an eternity of atoning for his mistakes. He paid the ultimate price and now is forced to live his personal nightmare of exactly what he was trying to avoid for himself with the glorious evolution. The narrative clues we're given point more in the direction that he saves timelines rather than dooms them. If Viktor's actions kept killing Jayce, the very boy he couldn't bear to not save each time, it would undermine these narrative choices. Yes, Viktor couldn't stand to live in a world where he never meets Jayce, so he ensures it keeps happening. But in that same breath, he couldn't bear to see a world where his actions continue to destroy Jayce and destroy Runeterra. His entire arc in s2 is born of his selfless desire to help humanity, help individual people. He would not lightly destroy entire worlds. That's his original grief multiplied a thousandfold, and narratively it would lessen the impact of the one, true loss he did suffer, his own Jayce. It wouldn't make sense for him to be alright with damning other timelines to suffer the same catastrophic tragedy that created him. I mean, maybe I'm delusional here, but is that not the entire point? Because that's what I took away when I watched the show.

As I said, I love discussions about mage Viktor, as there's a lot to play with. All I wish is that the fandom at large would not just assume or accept the Mage Viktor Dooms Every Timeline idea as canon, when there is nothing in the actual canon that confirms this. Maybe people need to just, go back and rewatch the actual episode, to recall how mage Viktor is presented to us, and what it's implied we're supposed to take away from his scenes, and separate that from the layers of headcanon the fandom has constructed.

[free-luigi-mangione]

if they make him stop replying to mail i'm gonna lose it tbh. he has his friends and family ofc, but i don't see why he should stop connecting with people he enjoys talking to because these assholes are bored and want to leech off of him for money. am i mean if i say that i wish some of the heat around this case would die down? i just can't anyomore with all of this clowns, i wish there was a way to have only people who care about him as a human being rather than just a hot guy to thirst over and now apparently, as a chance to make money. humanity has reached a new low.

people not talking about him could cost him his life tho, his only bit of real humanness and connection to the outside world is through his letters and at a time when everybody with an influential voice is trying to convince the public that he is a monster, a killer, a terrorist, the only way for his voice to get out is through the letters and no way should he be stopped from answering his mail

also the people who're mostly talking about him are the younger generation, a generation notorious for their 'out of sight, out of mind' attitude, so yes, not talking about him and his letters could potentially make the mainstream media's voice of proclaiming his guilt the only voice in this case, and without any opposition to that mainstream voice, or support to Luigi from the public, the jury could potentially walk into the courtroom fully believing his guilt and not his innocence and we gotta do whatever we can to counter that