#the others only “close” relationship and neither of them r stupid

[redding]

thinking abt doomed friendships*.........pearlrick i care you

[peakyswritings]

Heart, Body and Soul || Tommy Shelby X OC

PART IV

Summary: after their late-night conversation, something has changed between Nina and Tommy. Now Tommy’s slowly coming to understand that they might be more similar than they thought.

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, slow-burn, small age-gap (Tommy’s 30, Nina is in her early 20s), time-typical misogyny, addressing the topics of rape and murder, English is not my first language.

A/N: This is more like a passage chapter with little to no action, but it’s fundamental for the development of Tommy and Nina’s relationship. But be ready, cause there’s a storm coming!

Important information for the context: In this chapter, Nina explains the delitto d’onore (honour killing) and the matrimonio riparatore (rehabilitating marriage), two practices which were recognised by the Criminal Code and were only abolished in Italy in 1981. In Italy, r*pe went from being a crime against the moral to being a crime against the person only in 1996.

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Sipping lemonade at the kitchen table, with the birds chirping outside and a slight breeze coming through the open window, Nina relished the first moments of peace in weeks. With the women of the family busy with the tradition of making tons of tomato sauce to preserve for the winter at Aunt Rita’s house and the men out for business, she could finally enjoy a day all for herself. She might even go to the sea, stay there to watch the sunset.

Glancing out the window, a curious sight caught her attention. Tommy Shelby was lounging in a chair, his head leaning back, his eyes closed. He had abandoned his formal attire, he wasn’t wearing a jacket nor a tie, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his forearms. There was something captivating in his disheveled appearance, and in the way - despite his apparently vulnerable position - he still seemed to be fully aware of his surroundings. There was a clear tension in his shoulders and his eyelids fluttered, from time to time.

After their late-night conversation, it didn’t take long for Tommy and Nina to go back to their old ways. That morning, while they sat at the breakfast table, they mostly ignored each other, and the few words they exchanged during the day were mere courtesies. It was almost as if last night never happened. Almost. Because it had happened, and something had changed between them. But it was such a small change that neither of them were actually aware of it. Maybe that change was the reason Nina took pity on him and walked out to approach him.

However, as soon as his stern blue eyes rested on her, an unfamiliar nervousness took over her, and she suddenly felt stupid, regretting her impulsive decision. It wasn’t like they were close, after all. But he was there, and he was looking at her, and it was too late to go back. She had to find something to say before that situation became even more awkward.

Before she could speak, something she hadn’t noticed before caught her eye. A black fur-ball was curled up in Tommy’s lap, hidden by the shadow of the table. Nina watched in shock as Winston purred and stretched his little paws, enjoying the man’s scratches behind his ear. How the hell did he manage to touch Winston without losing a finger?

The gangster’s eyes shifted between Nina and the cat, and his lips curved into an taunting grin. “Your cat likes me. That should be a good sign.”

“Quite the contrary.” She retorted, recovering from her astonishment. “Winston’s a devil. If he likes you, there’s clearly something wrong with you.” She teased him, feeling the previous embarrassment slowly fade away.

“But he likes you.” He squinted his eyes, pointing at her.

“Yes, because I feed him.”

Something moved in the grass, causing Winston to raise his head and stare at a specific point. It took him only a few seconds to spot a lizard, and he jumped from Tommy’s lap to catch the poor animal. Traitor, she thought to herself, watching as the cat ran away with his loot.

Once Winston had disappeared, she remembered the reason why she had walked up to him in the first place. “I’m going to the sea for a while.” She said, shifting her weight from one feet to the other. “If you need something, everybody’s over there.” She nodded her head at Agnese’s house.

Tommy stayed silent for a few seconds, pondering, almost hesitating. “Would you mind if I came with you?”

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, which surprised Nina even more than his question. One thing that she had learned in the short time she had known him was that he never wavered. Yet, only for an instant, his firm and unmovable facade seemed to falter.

Truth was, Tommy didn’t even remember the last time he went to the beach. He was still a kid, Finn probably wasn’t even born yet. He had almost forgotten how it felt, and for the first time in a long time, he longed for a feeling that seemed to belong to another life. But Nina didn’t particularly like him, and perhaps he was overstepping by asking to go with her. Moreover, if her family found out, chances were that they would get the wrong idea.

“No.” Nina shook her head, recollecting herself. “No, I don’t mind.”

She took both Tommy and herself aback with her answer. Up until a few days earlier she would’ve said a sharp “no” without thinking about it twice, but now, as much as she hated to admit it, his company wasn’t so unpleasant anymore. Quite the contrary. And their bickering surely was a way of escaping the boredom of the small village.

So they found themselves walking down the dirt road outside the big gates of the houses, in the opposite direction from where Tommy had arrived a little over a week ago. It stretched in front of them as far as the eye could see, and its left side was surrounded by nothing but trees, whereas the right side overlooked the sea below. In the silence, he could already hear the sound of the waves and breathe the salty air, and the comfort it brought him almost made up for the burning sensation of the sun on his face. He wasn’t prepared for the warmth of the Italian summer, so radically different from Birmingham’s gloomy weather.

Eventually, they approached some narrow stone stairs, which led down to a small beach.

“Careful.” Nina told him, starting to walk down the high steps with surprising ease. “It’s slippery.”

Tommy followed behind her, paying close attention both to where he placed his feet and where she placed hers. She was going a bit too fast for his liking, and although her movements were agile and graceful, he had the impression she might slip at any moment.

Little did he know, she had walked down those steps hundreds of times. It was a spot she had discovered a few years prior, hidden from prying eyes and unknown to most people. It wasn’t even a proper beach, rather a small sandy space surrounded by rocks. It was her refuge, the place that sheltered her when she needed to be alone. Sometimes she would sit on a rock and watch the hypnotising motion of the waves rolling in, other times she took off her shoes and stood at the sea’s edge, lulled by the feeling of the cold water around her feet. She could pretend that nothing existed except for her and the sea, that she was free of the suffocating weight of judgement and injustice. And she could breathe.

“Nice place.” Tommy’s hoarse voice came to her ears as she went to sit on a rock. She watched as he looked around, an unreadable expression on his face. Another thing she had learned about Tommy Shelby was that it was impossible to tell what was going on inside his head. He was so good at hiding his feelings that Nina figured it must be an ability he had mastered over the years. There was nothing left of the glimpse of humanity he had revealed the previous night, and she wondered whether her mind had just made it up.

With his back to her, he stood in front of the sea, observing the slow motion of the waves. “How’s your cousin? I haven’t seen her today.”

Unlike the previous days, that day no big lunch was organised in the shared garden, and Tommy had eaten with Nina, her parents and her two brothers in their dining room. Since he had officially started the courting the day before, the family’s agitation had quieted down, and big gatherings were not necessary anymore, unless something important happened, like a proposal. But it was too soon for that. So that day everything went back to normal, just like Nina had predicted the day he had arrived.

“She’s busy. She and my cousins are helping my mum and aunt Rita.” She informed him. “Summer means conserve. They’re making tomato sauce and preserving it. It’s a tradition.”

“You didn’t join them?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Not this year.”

Tommy took her short answer as a sign not to inquire further. He wasn’t blind, he had noticed she was a bit of an outcast in her own family. He had seen how her aunts and cousins looked at her, how they whispered among themselves when she said or did something they considered unacceptable, how her own mother lowered her head in embarrassment on those occasions. It hadn’t taken him long to understand how things worked in Sicily: women had to be meek, agreeable and marriage-minded. It was no wonder Nina’s temperament clashed with that state of things.

“Anyway, Agnese’s happy.” She continued. “Just like everyone.” Although she was trying to keep her tone neutral, she couldn’t hide a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“But you’re not.” He stated matter-of-factly, turning to face her.

“I’m happy that she’s happy. What I’m not happy about…” she left her sentence hanging, thinking about her next words. “Is this whole sale thing. Because you can call it whatever you want, it doesn’t change what it really is.”

There it was, the rage she tried so hard to contain. It never completely reveal itself, it only shone through cracks and fractures, like in that moment. But Tommy had seen it since the very beginning, for anger recognises anger, and he was angry too. He had been angry since he was a boy.

He sat next to her, keeping his eyes on the calm sea in front of them. “You’re right.” He nodded, knowing there was no point in denying what was in front of everyone’s eyes. “But it’s necessary. I’m selling myself too, you know. Before all of this I didn’t think I’d ever get married.”

Nina glanced at him, furrowing her brows. “You never thought about marriage?”

“I did.” He admitted, his mind wandering to moments that seemed so distant yet so close at the same time. “There was a woman I wanted to marry. Grace.” He explained, having to force himself to say her name. After a whole year, that name still stung on his tongue.

“What happened with her?” She asked curiously.

“Turns out she was a spy, working for an Irish cop who was investigating on some stolen guns.” Reality crashed back on him as he said those words, the memory of how he had been played by the woman he loved hitting him like a bucket of cold water. “He thought we had them.”

“Did you?”

A smirk made its way on Tommy’s face at her innocent question. He turned to look at her with raised eyebrows, slightly leaning towards her. “How do you think a backstreet razor gang managed to take control of the city without the police intervening?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it right away, shaking her head with an impressed look on her face. For once, she was at a loss for words.

“Anyway,” he straightened his back, becoming serious again. “She ratted us all out, and then she left.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s in the past.”

It’s in the past. Tommy had lost count of all the times he had said that to himself. Maybe if he repeated it long enough, it would eventually become true. And maybe it was happening, because that was the first time he thought about her in days. Yet, it still hurt. He thought they were the same, that he found her, and she found him. He was wrong.

After a while, Nina broke the silence that had fallen between them. “At least you’re not some old man.”

Her sudden statement caused a chuckle to escape his lips, and even though she had tried to keep a straight face, she soon followed him. Tommy realised that he had never actually heard her laugh before. A few times she had chuckled, but until then she had never let out a real laugh. It was infectious, and he found himself laughing for the first time in God knew how long.

Soon the laughter died down, and Tommy was left with question that had been burning in his mind for a while. “Why don’t you want to get married?”

There was no judgment in his voice, just plain curiosity. He didn’t find it strange, but he couldn’t help but wonder what made her so adamant about the matter.

She took her time to answer, as if she was ordering the words in her mind, and he couldn’t tell whether she was translating her thoughts or finding the way to address a subject that was clearly a sore point. She was so fluent in English that sometimes he forgot it wasn’t her first language. Then her accent came through, or she mispronounced a word, and he was reminded that it probably hadn’t been easy for her to master a language without living in the place it was spoken. It was quite impressive.

“Because if I got married,” she started, bringing his attention back to the topic. “I’d be completely subordinated to my husband. I couldn’t make financial or even employment decisions. If we had children, they wouldn’t really be mine, I’d have no right over them. In the eyes of the law, my husband would have absolute power over us.”

Tommy attentively listened, not daring to interrupt her, afraid that she would close herself off again.

“Best case scenario, I’d end up being a wife and a mother, nothing more, nothing less. Worst case scenario, I’d end up like one of my mother’s friends, who was killed by her husband because he thought she had cheated on him. And he got a sentence reduction. Because it was a honour killing.” She spat out, her voice full of scorn. She frowned, as she did every time she didn’t agree on something.

“Honour killing?” Tommy raised his eyebrows. He had heard about it, of course, but there was something grotesque in the fact that it was somehow recognised by the law.

“If a woman brings dishonour in any way to the family, and one of her family members were to kill her, they would get a sentence reduction. It’s called delitto d’onore. Honour killing.” She explained, and he could tell she was trying not to let emotions take the best of her. Her gaze rested on him, and he figured his expression let his thoughts slip through, because she nodded. “You think that’s fucked up? Wait until you hear about the rehabilitating marriage.”

“What about it?”

“If a man rapes a woman, he can escape his sentence by marrying her. It’s in the Criminal Code, just like the honour killing. And the woman must marry the man to save both her honour and her family. Otherwise she’ll be identified as a shameless woman.” Her dark eyes blazed with outrage as she stared at some point in front of her, and Tommy found himself sharing the same disdain. Maybe it was the part of him who had never tolerated injustice, a side of him he had pushed back a long time ago, but that stubbornly came to the surface whenever something unfair occurred, or maybe her rage was so strong that it was able to infect those who were close to her.

“It’s not that uncommon that a man kidnaps a woman so that she will be forced to marry him.” She shook her head, her voice lowering. “It’s not right. Sometimes I sit here and it’s all I can think about. It’s not right. And no one seems to be angry about it. Most people even agree with it. It’s just how things are. It’s normal. It shouldn’t be.”

Tommy knew that feeling, the frustration that came with helplessness. It plagued him when he was a boy, when he was treated differently because of who he was, of where he came from. When his mother couldn’t afford to put on the table anything but lard. When aunt Polly’s children were taken from her. It was that feeling that pushed him to make sure people feared the Shelby name, so that no one would dare treat them like scum ever again.

“I’m not saying that I wouldn’t like to have a family of my own. But it’s not worth the risk of becoming no one. I don’t want to obliterate myself. I don’t want to depend on a man who might be cruel to me. I want something that’s mine. Because right now, I have nothing. And I know that I finished school, and that’s way more than what most boys get, let alone girls. But it’s not enough.” Her voice cracked, but there was no trace of tears on her face. “Is it so bad to want something more?”

No, Tommy wanted to say. No, it’s not. But couldn’t bring himself to speak, because he knew that there were no words that could make it better.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, pulling herself together. “I got carried away and I talked too much.”

“No.” He said quickly. “You didn’t. I asked you a question and you answered it.”

For some reason, Tommy didn’t want Nina to think that her talking bothered him, that she had to hold her tongue with him. He liked hearing her talk. She was smart, she had thoughts of her own, and she challenged him. She didn’t agree with everything he said - or pretended to - just to please him, she didn’t make herself smaller like everyone else did in his presence. That was somehow refreshing.

There was silence again, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. They were both meditating on the words they had said and heard, and the gap between them didn’t seem so wide, now. As the sun started to set, the sky took on shades of pink and orange, and a warm light illuminated the beach.

Tommy took advantage of Nina’s distraction to look at her. The last rays of sun lit up her eyes with a golden hue, giving them a colour which resembled honey. Her tan skin seemed to gleam, and her cheeks had taken on a tinge of red. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, and he realised - she was beautiful. He had already noticed her interesting, sharp beauty, but now it felt as if it had intensified. A light gust of wind rose up, and her long raven hair tickled his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. When the scent of lavender filled his nostrils, he couldn’t restrain himself from closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

Nina shifted her position, causing their hands to accidentally brush.

He didn’t flinch away this time. She didn’t either.

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[dalvs-wife]

1, 8, and 17 for you and Dalv!! (The "this or that" ask game)

HUZZAHHHHH CHEERS LOUDLY

(ask game)

nose kisses or forehead kisses?

ouhhh mann thats tough.... probably forehead kisses mostly... maiz herself doesn't really have a defined nose so DHSJKHJK,, also forehead kisses just feel so tender and domestic and sort of like you're taking care of that person yk? but nose kisses r good too !!!

8. constantly bragging about dating each other or keeping the relationship relatively secretive?

a bit more secretive i'd say! not like actively hiding but probably not very show-offy. that's not dalv's style imo... but i think maiz would end up spilling her guts about dalv to anyone she's close to. she's too excited about him HSJDKHD

(pov you're starlo listening to her raving about how amazing her boyfriend is for 2 hours)

7. love at first sight or slow burn?

ohhhh man this burn is SLOWWWWW. they first meet at honeydew resort and start to get along there to the point of a friendship before dalv disappears. they only reconnect when maiz finds out he's been hiding in the ruins all this time. and at that point dalv is actively self-sabotaging to keep his isolation.

maiz certainly tries to reach out best she can (using letters) and for the most part it works, but dalv still limits connection bc of his mental state. and frankly when maiz realizes she's got a crush on him, she's the one to withdraw, and dalv is left wondering why he hasn't gotten a letter in so long (it's just because maiz is being Stupid and In Love and Doesnt Know How To Deal With It)

that causes a small rift but it does get fixed once they start talking again :] honestly, because their relationship is aro4aro, neither of them has a perfect grasp on romance in general. so the relationship is naturally a bit slow but they both like it that way !!!

[the-power-of-stuff]

4, 20, 25 💙💙

Hi!! 💗💗 Thank you so much for the asks! And I’m sorry for taking so long to answer them, I really had to think about some of these. 

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Okay, this is really stupid, but...

Sokka glared suspiciously at a cow standing beyond a wire fence off to the side of the road, just about the only sign of life they’d encountered since entering the park. The cow watched the trajectory of the car as it slowly passed, looking unimpressed.

This is from “neither human nor alien life to be found,” which is part of my Sukka modern road trip AU series, and it’s such a silly little line, but it brings me so much joy. 😂 It’s a combination of the image it conjures in my head, and the timing of when the scene occurs — it serves as a break between the dialogue and I think the extended silence is so effective. I don’t think I’m particularly good with humor in my writing, but this moment makes me laugh every time I read it, and I really hope it makes other people laugh, too. 

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

There’s a moment in chapter 3 of “count herself among them” where Suki’s reflecting on the almost-kiss between her and Sokka from when they crossed the Serpent’s Pass, and I use a bit of imagery that I’m really proud of but that I’m not sure anyone else appreciated. Here’s a couple paragraphs for context:

Then he’d touched his forehead to hers and said, “Thank you,” and those two words had felt so loaded, she hadn’t been confident what exactly he’d been thanking her for.

Thinking back on it now, the obvious answer was that he’d thanked her for escorting them. But when she recalled the previous night, how he’d pulled away from her when they’d been so close to kissing, she thought maybe he’d been thanking her for giving him space. Which…of course she had! But honestly, it had hurt, watching him walk away like that. Sokka’d left her standing alone on that bluff, underneath the waning moon, and she’d felt a loss somehow more profound than her own.

In this moment, Suki knows so little about what’s going on with Sokka. She knows he lost someone, but she doesn’t know exactly what that someone meant to him. She knows he can’t kiss her, but she doesn’t know why, she just assumes she went too far and made him uncomfortable. 

But the imagery of that scene in the show is so spectacular — the moon between their faces as they lean in towards each other; and then Sokka leaves, and we get this shot of Suki standing alone in the moonlight as a light breeze blows through. So when I wrote about that scene in my fic, and Suki’s feelings about it, I really wanted to emphasize that canon imagery. 

The moon got between them — both literally and figuratively — and then Sokka left her, and now, with Yue looking over her (but not at full strength; the artists made a deliberate choice to show the moon in retreat (or otherwise being covered up, if you subscribe to the theory that it’s actually an eclipse)), Suki feels not only the weight of Sokka’s rejection, and her own fear and disappointment that she pushed him away, but she also feels the heaviness of whatever is impacting him. 

It’s all there in canon, and that scene has probably been analyzed and talked about to death, but I was really happy with the way I called back to it in that last sentence above: “Sokka’d left her standing alone on that bluff, underneath the waning moon, and she’d felt a loss somehow more profound than her own.”

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

I answered this here but I’ll also add that something that’s equally as fun as my previous answer, if not more so, is being finished, and just getting to enjoy what I’ve written. I know some people hate re-reading their own writing, but I re-read my stuff all the time. I write because I want to read Sukka, so I love when there are more completed Sukka fics out there for me to consume. 😂

Thank you again for the asks, my friend! 💗

[schrullesworld]

The Royal and Noble Ball in Glitra Laek

Disclaimer: A lot of the sims do talk outside of the big events, I just don't always keep track of them. It is like real life, people grow without someone being there.

Lady Hokulani of Tartosa, Lord Juan of Stranger Ville and Prince Ray of Stranger Ville are in a polyamourous relationship. It started when Juan introduced Ray to the existing relationship of Hokulani and himself.

Lady Hokulani (H): What are you guys arguing about now? Lord Juan (J): Who you would date, if you had to pick in the future. Prince Ray (R): [off screen] Exactly, I mean we cannot just be like this forever. H: Why not? I mean do we inherite anything? Ray you are not even close to getting the throne and Juan here, well his sister will get the Countess title.

Prince Yash (Y): [sighs] Until someone is close minded and judges you all. H [off screen]: So screw them, I don’t care. I’d rather have two boys liking me as more than just a friend and be okay with it, than one guy only liking me for my looks and money.

J: I agree with her, besides we are not that important as Hokulani said. We are not next in line for a throne. Or any noble title. Right now we just figure out how we do this. H: Exactly. Besides we are also teenagers, it isn’t like we would stay like this, I mean not that it is a bad thing. R [off screen]: [sighs] You two are rather eager for this.

Y: Take this a bit more seriously Hokulani, you still have a reputation. H [off screen]: [sighs] Yes, I know this is why we keep it like lowkey at the moment. People will be acceptable. I mean, why not. We don’t harm anyone. J [off screen]: True, we are careful and Ray here can keep us from doing something stupid. R: [sighs] Fine.

H: Now that we figured that oiut, which one wants to first? Y [off screen]: First? H: Oh you know to make out? Y [off screen]: Hokulani! H: What as if we are the only ones doing that. J: Oh, I go first! H: [smiles] That is good.

Y: [sighs in defeat] She will be the death of me. R: Don’t worry, she is a fine young lady. Y: How does that even work? Neither of you get jealous? R: Oh sometimes but it is resolved by talking, there are no secrets.  We are very open about what we are doing at least to each other. Jealousy often comes from secrets and not from someone wanting something more.

[gaoau]

君を愛す。

I Love You(r Words) warnings — none. word count — 899

prev.

The moon grows full with the passage of time into a future where comfort is the norm and disagreements are rare mirages. Loud screams of arguments fade into the white noise that will always follow her as she holds his hand firmly. Whatever the past was, whatever the present is, despite their shared adoration for words, they fall useless when a desire to explain the sum between the two of them arises. Friends or lovers, foes or mere acquaintances, neither Komori nor [Name] search for such limiting terms.

Carried out through the consistent lunar cycle and evenings spent finding nonexistent shapes in the clouds, the connection they share in their relationship is one complicated to describe. It's easier to put those feelings into the blinking stars, and the glow of the full moon, and the seamless blending of their voices morphing into each other's laughter. They understand and that's all that matters.

The grass itches her skin as she becomes aware of her place in existence—her place beside Komori for the entirety of her life. She stares down at the universe and the ocean of ethereal clustered lights, where life and death are forgotten as they collide, and she can swim among extinction.

She's rambling sentences about purposeless purposes—flooding over her lips and making flowers bloom are countless syllables Komori can count. Her hand stretches into the sky as if she wishes to sink into it, and if that's the case, he won't stop her this time. She grasps nebulas she can't touch and he hears her finish, "…because all you need to win the olympics is solitude and some kind of accident."

It takes him a brief moment to process the meanings she slapped him with. His fist flies to cover his mouth while amused chuckles flow like a melody. "I love it when you throw words together and hope for the best."

"I love it when you say my name." Blades of green and life brush against her cheek when she turns her head to admire the sight of Komori bathing in the moonlight. His eyes closed and his grin wide enough to whisper all of his philosophy in one glance.

"[Name]."

"Look at me."

He shifts towards her, the galaxies in his eyes meeting with the flame of a dying star. "[Name]," he repeats dull letters that mix together into her name. His voice tickles her ears with its softness and the warmth of his body reminds her everything she never knew she needed is right there beside her.

"Motoya." Six letters, three hiragana, two kanjis. They burst out laughing with the same tranquility they've always created to fill the space between them.

Blackening clouds loom in with promises of rainfall while Orion takes a bow as the curtains of his stage close and darken his silhouette. Komori forces [Name] onto her feet with gentle tugs on her arms, although she insists they stay to feel the kisses of Heaven. The lines of metaphors and similes she gifts to his ears are stunningly gorgeous, resounding like lullabies in the echoes of the wind.

She rolls her window down as soon as she makes herself comfortable in the passenger seat. He chuckles to himself, listening to her ramble on about ions and the rain fluttering to the asphalt to bless the land of the mortals. The purr of their car is background white noise that allows them to believe they are the only ones left in the world. Komori glances at the shape of her lips as she explains why time isn't real—people don't grow old, they grow worn. She feels unnecessarily worn despite being new to the presents of the universe.

His palm settles on her thigh and she startles, but not as much as she would have if the moon were still growing. "You love words, don't you?" he asks a stupid question he already knows the answer to. When it sounds in the embrace of her voice, it always resonates with a softer tune.

"I love you."

"I know."

"Do you love words?"

"I love yours."

"What do you want to hear?"

"The most serious words you can give me."

She hums in thought to find any seriousness she might have kept a secret from him. "Life with you is pointless, but so very fun." His warming hand fits snugly interlaced with her freezing fingers. Thermodynamic equilibrium lights up a lightbulb inside her brain.

"Rainclouds are part of the scenery," Komori retaliates to what most would take offense at.

"So are you."

"You win."

Laughter bubbles from deep within their chests; one chorus of melodies disappearing high above the clouds and blending with the crying night. [Name] stretches her hand out toward colors she fails to see in the cracked sky, attempting to catch the secrets of the wind without feeling in her numb fingers. Faint and fragile droplets of rain land on her scars; ice kisses that could easily rival Komori's warm touch, yet their low temperature can't hope to compare. Her eyes flutter closed as the wind slips from between her grasp while he retells stories of his teammates' carefreeness.

Reality becomes nothing but a pleasant movie brimming with emotion, and Komori is the perfect soundtrack. The full moon closes its blinding spotlight behind a bank of welcoming darkness.

—あごす (agosu) • 2021

[moonhoures]

2v1

pairing: beomgyu (txt) + reader (g/n) + heeseung (enhypen)

genre: roommates!au, college!au, non-idol!au, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, minors do not interact, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, mild hair pulling, implied fwb relationship, voyeurism (? idk if that’s the right term, but one guy watches while the other gets a blowjob so 🤷🏻‍♀️ yeah)

word count: ~3.5K

synopsis: a one-off deal between 3 roommates leads to what may become a three-way friends with benefits situation . . .

a/n: i want to give a huge shout out and express my gratitude to sky ( @bruh-changbin ) for beta reading this for me and helping me pick the title! you’re the best, baefy 🫶🏻 also, this fic is dedicated to my amazing, beautiful, lovely, sweet, talented, wonderful gf bunny ( @fallinforgyu ����💕 ) as an early birthday gift. baby, i wish i could give you everything good in this world for your special day, but i hope this little fic is enough for now ☺️ i love you! 😚💓🎉🎁

posted: march 24, 2022

“Don’t you dare- Don’t- You bastard! You did that on purpose!”

“Well, yeah, how else was I supposed to beat you?“

“You weren’t.”

You rolled your eyes as you tapped the eraser of your pencil against your temple. The incessant yelling of your two roommates playing video games in the living room was keeping you from focusing on your English essay. Normally their gaming didn’t bother you; sometimes you even liked to watch their little 1v1s. But you only had one more day to get a four page essay done, and you were barely done with one page. And by the looks of it, you weren’t going to be able to work with the ruckus going on in the next room.

After another minute of trying to read what you had already written, you gave up and decided to go into the living room. You flung your door open and were faced with the back of the couch where you could see two heads peeking out over the top of it. They were both too caught up with the game they were playing, which looked like some fighting game. You shuffled up to the back of the couch and rested your elbows on the top of the couch between the two boys. Neither of them gave you the time of day.

“Y’know, as much as I love listening to you two swear at each other over stupid video games all day . . . you’re making it nearly impossible to focus on my English paper,” you said, wondering if they could even hear you over the vigorous button smashing and the loud sound effects coming from the TV.

“Sorry, ______, we can try to keep it d-“

“Fuck!”

Heeseung let out a boisterous laugh and punched the air as Beomgyu cursed beside him. The younger boy grinned at his brown-haired friend, raising his brow as he smirked at him, “What happened to you being the king of this game?”

“Shut up,“ Beomgyu muttered. He pouted at the screen for a moment before glancing at the boy with a hopeful expression, “Best two out of three?”

“You’re on.”

You rolled your eyes and convinced yourself they were ignoring you. You figured you would wait until their next round was over to try again, so you sat at the edge of the couch closest to Beomgyu while you waited. Watching the characters on screen got to be boring, so you found your eyes wandering down to the boys beside you—specifically their hands. Beomgyu’s hands were strong-looking and veiny, flexing with each movement. Heeseung’s were softer, more gentle-looking, but his fingers were long.

You couldn’t help but feel warmth between your legs as you watched the two of them play. You noticed things about them that you hadn’t noticed before, despite living with them for going on four months now. Like the way Beomgyu subtly bit down on his lower lip when he concentrated. Or the way Heeseung’s eyebrows knitted together when he was close to winning. Or the way the both of them pouted when they lost . . . just like Heeseung was doing now.

It was Beomgyu’s turn to cheer and rub his victory into Heeseung’s face while the younger boy rolled his eyes, “We’ll see who’s laughing after the next round.”

“Which reminds me, do you guys think you’ll be done any time soon?” you piped up.

“Depends,” Beomgyu said, already adjusting the settings for the next round.

“On?”

“What do we get out of it?”

“Nothing? You two be quiet, and I get to work on my paper in peace,” you smiled sarcastically, oblivious to the way Heeseung mirrored your expression.

“Sounds like a terrible deal for us to agree to,” the raven-haired boy retorted, glancing sideways at you with a teasing smirk. Oh, so he’s trying to push my buttons, you thought before your sighed.

“Well, I can’t work with your yelling and the TV playing.”

“Honestly, ______, you work too much. You should take a break from homework. Come hang out with us,” Gyu insisted.

“I have a paper to finish,” you repeated.

“So boring,” Heeseung shook his head, laughing softly.

“Hermit,” Beomgyu added under his breath, flinching when you gently slapped his arm in response, “Seriously though, you need to live a little. Go get laid or something.”

“I- I do get laid,” you tried to defend yourself confidently, but the comment genuinely took you off guard to the point that you stuttered.

“When? You’re always holed up in your room.”

You pouted because you knew he was right, for the most part. It had been quite a while since your last hook up, mostly because you were too busy or exhausted to go out. But you had also found yourself seeing your roommates a bit differently lately. At first things were awkward because Heeseung and Beomgyu were already friends and you were the new person who didn’t know them. But you could afford your share of the rent and you were hot, so they agreed you were the perfect fit for the extra bedroom. After a couple of weeks, you warmed up to the boys, even joining them in the living room for dinner sometimes. A few months later you were comfortable around them. But that was the issue. They were a bit too comfortable with you, even going as far as walking around the house without shirts on or in towels after a shower. You never saw anything you weren’t supposed to, but it still made your stomach erupt with butterflies. Thus bringing you the main crux of your issue: why did they give you butterflies?

“Why are you so worried about my sex life anyways? Got a crush on me?” you were only half-joking, but the other half was hoping his answer might be a . . .

“Yep.”

Beomgyu’s head whipped so fast to Heeseung, glaring at his whispered remark. He punched the younger boy’s thigh, making him wince.

“Wait, you do?” you asked him, stunned.

“Yes,” he admitted, quickly adding, “But so does Heeseung!”

“Dude!” Heeseung’s eyes grew comically wide and suddenly avoided eye contact with you in embarrassment. While the two boys awkwardly processed the shit show of confessions that just happened, you were feeling a flurry of emotions. You were flattered and confused, but mostly horny. Then, suddenly, you got the best idea you think you’d ever had.

“I want to change the terms of the deal.”

“Huh?” Beomgyu looked up at you through the dark fringe of his bangs with a raised brow.

“Our deal. I want to change it,” you reiterated, “How about: I suck the two of you off, and whoever comes first loses. If the both of you cum in under five minutes, then you quit playing video games until tomorrow, so I can focus on my paper. What do you think?”

“That means one of us might lose twice,” Heeseung spoke softly.

“Yeah, that’s not fair,” Beomgyu agreed.

“But whoever wins will get bragging rights,” you pointed out, “And I know how competitive you two are, so that should make you even more determined.”

Heeseung pouted at your words, but Beomgyu’s brain was working overtime to figure out another snide remark, “If you add in that you’ll buy the winner a new video game, then I’m in.”

“Fine,” you shrugged, and then the two of you were looking at Heeseung expectantly. The boy seemed to shrink under your gazes, his Adam’s apple visibly shifting under the delicate skin of his throat, “You don’t have to if you don’t want, Hee.”

He shook his head, eyes darting to Beomgyu’s before going back to yours, “No, I’m in.”

“Great,” you smiled, “Who wants to go first?”

As the two boys started to fidget on the couch cushions, you sunk to your knees in front of them. Beomgyu’s lips stretched into a smirk as he said, “Heeseung can go first. His record shouldn’t be too hard to beat.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the younger boy bit back, making Gyu’s smile even bigger.

“It means you nut quick. I think you forget just how thin our walls are, dude.”

“Fuck you,” Heeseung pouted, but his eyes softened as he watched you scoot in front of him. His legs trembled for a second when your hands rested on his knees, parting them so you could be between them.

“Ready?” you asked, pulling your phone out and bringing up the stopwatch.

“Wait! When are we starting the timer?” he asked, suddenly feeling very nervous. He could feel himself getting rock hard by the second, which wasn’t that good considering the terms of this stupid agreement.

“Right before your dick goes in my mouth,” you stated, sweeping your hair out of your face with your fingers before putting your hands on his thighs, “Which means these need to come off.”

He nodded hesitantly, reaching up to the top of his sweatpants. He tugged on the strings that were tied together, unraveling them so that he could easily pull the material down his thighs. He figured he would just take off his underwear as well to get them off in one go. Just like his cheeks, his erection was flushing red. He looked so cute when he was nervous.

He sounded even cuter when you took the base of his length in your hand, letting out a small moan. You smiled softly, eyes batting up at him as you asked him once again if he was ready. He nodded, and you quickly pressed the ‘start’ button on your phone before bringing your lips to his tip.

His eyes rolled back and closed as you engulfed the top of him, your tongue swirling around his supple skin. He let out whiny breaths as you started to pump his lower half, leaving kisses over his top half. All the while, your other hand was massaging his inner thigh, making it tense up from how good your hand and mouth felt on him. He hadn’t been with anyone—sexually—since the start of the semester, and he forgot just how good another person felt compared to his hand.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, his head falling back.

“She just started,” Beomgyu chuckled at Heeseung’s sensitivity, planning to mock him when his smile faltered as his eyes met yours. Maybe he was seeing things, but he swore your eyes twinkled at him before you closed them. It was then that the reality of the situation sunk in, and he realized he was watching your mouth engulf his best friend’s dick. He wasn’t sure how to feel, but he knew he was turned on.

You continued to suck off Heeseung, loving the way his sweet eyes looked down at you. He was turning into a puddle underneath you, completely at your mercy. Small whimpers were leaving his lips, and you could taste his precum mixing with your saliva. He was getting close, but not close enough. One quick glance showed you that you had a little more than three minutes left, so you put more effort into pumping him in your hand. Your grip on him tightened and your strokes got faster, making sure to bring as much of his cock into your mouth as you could each time. You even moaned around him to create vibrations that would send him reeling.

“Oh my god— ________,” your name slipped off his tongue, his voice cracking. His hands were gripping the edge of the couch cushion, and his stomach was heaving rapidly under his graphic t-shirt.

If this was any other time, you would make a remark—something like “you’re close already, baby?”—but you had to remind yourself that this was a competition. Instead, you made eye contact with the mess of a boy in your grasp. His half-lidded eyes caught your sultry ones, and the sight of your wet lips consuming his length sent him over the edge. He cried out the first curse word that popped into his mind, and next thing you knew his cum was coating the interior of your mouth. His thighs twitched and shook as his orgasm washed over him, leaving him in a heap of sweat and heavy breaths. He was left whimpering from how sensitive he was.

Beomgyu was the one to reach over and press the ‘stop’ button on your phone, getting your attention. You swallowed Heeseung’s load as you looked up to him, watching his eyes seemingly melt. He was so consumed with the semen dribbling out of the corner of your lips, he forgot what he was going to say.

“Four minutes and thirty-six seconds,” you announced with a smug smile, your expression turning into a mocking pout as you looked back up at Heeseung. He was sporting his own look of disappointment. You rubbed his thigh, “Don’t beat yourself up, Hee. I take it as a compliment.”

“Sure, if that’ll help him sleep at night,” Gyu snickered. You subtly and playfully glared at him as you wiped your moist lips on the back of your wrist. Heeseung was too busy pouting at his softening dick to notice the tension between you and his friend.

“It’s your turn, pretty boy,” you teased Gyu as you shuffled to kneel between his open legs. A snide grin almost took over your lips as you watched him already starting to tug off his shorts. Despite all the shit he had been talking, he looked so eager. Something was telling you that you would have to work extra hard to get him to cum. That’s okay, though, you thought, I like a little challenge.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” the hum was barely audible from his mouth as he nodded. His mouth parted into a small gasp as your finger pressed the ‘start’ button and your lips were immediately on his cock.

You moaned, and your eyes closed as you managed to wrap your lips around his tip. He was big, definitely bigger than Heeseung, and arguably more so than any other guys you had been with before. At the same time, he wasn’t too large; honestly, he was perfect. His length was a bit more than the average, but the grandeur came from his girth and veins. He was heavy in your hand, and every second he wasn’t in your mouth only made you even more antsy.

You wasted no time warming him up; no, you got right to work. You used your tongue to kitty lick the sensitive underside of his head while your other hand massaged his shaft. His jaw slacked while his eyes were practically glued to the way your mouth performed on him. Yes, performed, because you were definitely putting on a show for him. It was undeniable with the eye contact and the deliberate strings of saliva you let coat your fingers. You were making a terrible mess of him compared to Heeseung, but it was all with purpose. You had a suspicion that Beomgyu was a bit freakier than your other roommate.

Heeseung was more of the ‘innocent boy next door’ type while Beomgyu was the ‘nonchalant pervert’ type. Not that either of those things were bad—both turned you on.

“Fuck, you’re so- ahhh,” the boy in front of you groaned as his hips bucked up into your touch. You carefully hovered your precum and saliva-smeared lips over his dick as you looked at him through your lashes.

“I’m so what, Gyu? Tell me.”

“You look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

“Do I really? Thanks,” you goaded him, pressing a deceivingly sweet kiss to his slit while making sure to keep his attention on you. Your grip tightened on his length as you sunk your mouth on it again, gagging on it. He struggled to hold back another growl-moan fusion from erupting from his throat.

Your gasp was cut off as his fingers grabbed at your hair gently, barely tugging. He immediately looked down at you with wide eyes, letting up on his grip, “I’m so sorry.”

“No, do it. Pull my hair,” your words came out choppy as you were struggling to breathe properly. Your throat felt thick, but you couldn’t care less. All you wanted was Beomgyu’s cum in your mouth and his hands in your hair. You needed it.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm,” you whimpered and nodded, eyes tearing up as you carefully forced his dick down your throat again. You could barely fit it, but you were determined. Gyu found it endearing, and admittedly way too fucking arousing. He knew you could feel his cock throbbing on your tongue and in your palm. He was closer than you thought. And despite everything that had happened since you started the timer, the both of you were appalled to see that only two minutes and forty seconds had passed.

“Shit,” he grunted, thighs squirming against the cushions. Your pride was reaching its peak as you realized he was getting close to his orgasm, so you did the first thing you could think of.

“Fuck, ______,” his head fell back, exposing his pretty throat while he squeezed his eyes closed. Your fingers moved from massaging his dick to his balls, making him even more sensitive. You could feel him tensing under you, and you knew at any second he could erupt. If your mouth wasn’t full, you would be smirking at him right now.

His breathing became loud and rugged as his fingers tugged at the roots of your hair, making you close your own eyes and tears spill out of the corners of them. You whimpered around his length, and opened your eyes just in time to see the beauty that was his ‘o face’. His pretty lips parted to make room for the moans and whines that left them. His throat tensed up and his torso was moving quickly. His dark hair was splayed against his forehead with the lightest sheen of sweat building there. You wanted to reach up and brush it out of his face, but you had to hurry and press ‘stop’ on the timer.

You swallowed the cum on your tongue and licked your lips clean as you read the time on your phone screen. You held it up to Beomgyu with a cocky arch to your brow, “You talked all that shit just to cum in three minutes and forty-one seconds.”

“That’s almost a whole minute less than mine!” Heeseung laughed. You weren’t sure when he did it, but he had slipped his briefs back on while you were working on Beomgyu. But his hand still sat over his clothed member—which looked like it was hardening again from watching you suck off Beomgyu.

“Fuck off,” Gyu muttered. His eyes then locked on yours, “I wanna be mad at you, but that was amazing.”

“You can be mad at me later,” you chuckled, combing your fingers through your tousled hair. You winced when they ran into tangles from the abuse of Beomgyu’s hand, “Right now, I’m gonna go finish my paper, and you two are going to do activities that are quieter than playing your video games.”

You eased up off of your knees with the support of the couch as Beomgyu slipped his briefs and shorts back on. Heeseung looked like he wanted to say something to you, so you hesitated leaving, waiting to see if he was going to speak. When he didn’t, and the atmosphere started to grow awkward, you went to head back to your room.

“_______?”

You were already at your door when Heeseung called your name, and you turned to see him making his way off and around the couch, towards you. In seconds, his big, beautiful, Bambi-like eyes were staring into yours—sparkling almost.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think- Um, maybe if you’re comfortable with it, could we do that again some time?” he fought through his nerves to ask, rocking subconsciously on the heels of his feet. He was too cute for his own good.

“Sure,” you nodded, an uncharacteristically shy smile adorning your face only to falter when Beomgyu spoke up.

“What about me?” he asked, “I’m technically the reason this even started.”

“With your yelling?” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“No. With my crush on you, remember?”

How could you forget? The thought made your stomach turn. You got along the best with Beomgyu, but you had a huge soft spot for Heeseung. You suddenly felt like you were between a rock and a hard place. Heeseung could sense it, and it made him feel guilty.

“You don’t have to decide anything right now, and it doesn’t have to be serious,” he shrugged, glancing at your roommate behind him, “Right, Gyu?”

“I don’t like sharing,” despite how prominent it was, the dark-haired boy was completely unaware of the pout on his lip.

Heeseung gave him a pointed look, making him sigh, “Yeah, what Heeseung said. No strings attached.”

“We can discuss it more later. I need to finish my paper,” you said with finality. You gave each boy a warm smile, “Be good boys for me, and keep the noise down. Okay?”

With that, you opened your bedroom door and slipped inside, but not before noticing the way their eyes practically melted at the term “good boy”. Maybe a no strings attached relationship with them wouldn’t be too bad after all.

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[thebisexualdogdad]

Hey! Did I read It right that you would write for Yelena? If yes, could you write something, headcanons or One shot etc. Your choice really, where Yelena joins the "young/New Avengers" and with time gets closer to R without her even knowing? Not romantically, just that she likes being near him because he radiates comfort, only talking when he has something to say, totally chill guy (opposite of Kate and Peter lmao) which ends up with her either being comfortable enough to sleep near him and leaning on him on a Movie night or hugging him.

I refuse to accept that Natasha is dead so she's the one training the newbies and she absolutely loves to see her little sister trusting someone.

Thank you in advance if you do it :)

*Billy and Tommy are the future young adult versions* 

There was one person that Yelena trusted and that was Natasha, when her sister told her she should join Kate Bishop and the young avengers she listened. 

Currently the team was made up of Yelena, Kate, Peter Parker, Tommy Shepherd, Billy Kaplan and you. 

There was something about you that Yelena liked, she didn't know what but you were so much calmer than the rest of the team. 

She always felt safe around you and that was a rarity for her. 

Kate and Peter were very hyper active while Tommy and Billy were constantly arguing like brothers do so being around you Yelena was able to just take a breath and relax. 

Sure the others made her laugh, especially their naivety and cheesy fight moves but sometimes she needed a moment of silence.

Maybe you just reminded her of Natasha, she didn't see much of her sister these days due to the amount of time they both spent traveling around the world for missions and was looking for a familiar comfort and found that in you. 

Like Natasha you were dependable, resilient, and level headed, you and Yelena could be sitting across from each other eating tacos and drinking beers in a comfortable silence, it was nice for her. 

Neither you or Yelena were looking for a relationship, you made that very clear to the team when they questioned if you guys were romantically involved but what you did find in each other was a home.

You did little things for each other, Yelena never had to worry about running out of hot sauce, when you saw her bottle close to empty you would go to the store and pick up a replacement without her asking. 

If she was passing by your favorite take out place she would pick you up a meal just because she knew how much you enjoyed it. 

If one of you saw the other asleep on the couch after a long day you'd find a blanket and cover them to up to make sure you stayed warm. 

Clint had once called Yelena to tell her that Natasha had gotten hurt in the field, it was serious but Natasha was stable and sure to make a full recovery. 

Yelena held it together, not wanting the others to see her cry at the thought of possibly losing her sister but you put your hand on her back to show her your support and Yelena instantly turned into your embrace, hugging you tight. 

Tommy was about to say something stupid but Billy punched him in the shoulder and Kate told the team to give you guys a minute. 

On a slow day Peter suggested you guys all do something fun and go see a movie together. 

The last team outing was to play mini golf and you may have had to stop Yelena from destroying the clown castle that stole her ball so a movie seemed like a better option.

Yelena was sat next to you, reaching over everyone's lap to grab their snacks without shame which made you laugh. 

Once the snacks were gone however Yelena had no interest in the movie because of how inaccurate the gun fights were, she ended up falling asleep and using your shoulder as a pillow. 

There was no longer only one person that Yelena trusted, there were two and if Natasha asked she wouldn't deny you were her best friend. 

[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Continuation of Request #14?

Request #23

Warning: mentions of past rape, beliefs of oneself being unlovable/unwanted.

Honestly, at first, I wasn't sure where to go with this, but I ultimately gave it a wholesome(?) ending that I'm satisfied with. (Of course, If y'all want another continuation, I'm down to write more in the future.)

Enjoy!

Part 1

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Welp...

It was morning now.

...

A sigh left Villain's lips as they lay freshly awake in their bed, staring at the ceiling. They had to go and deal with Hero, even though they really didn't want to. They were still rather puzzled about what had happened yesterday. Why the hell...? Did Hero actually enjoy...?

Shaking their head to clear their thoughts, the villain lifted themself with a slight groan and dragged themself out of bed. Now, first things first, they were in dire need of a shower. Their nemesis' unexpected late-night visit had drained what little energy they had at the time, so they had just collapsed into bed as they were, all sweaty and gross.

Entering the bathroom and turning on the water, Villain freed themself of their clothing and hopped right in. As they rubbed shampoo into their greasy hair, they pondered how they should deal with this situation. On the one hand, they could probably use this to their advantage. They could make an arrangement of sorts. Hero gets what they want as long as they follow Villain's orders.

Lightly chuckling, they imagined the looks on their nemesis' teammates' faces as they realized the hero had betrayed them. And only to fulfill some fucked up fantasy of theirs, too.

But on the other hand, this was super weird, and the villain probably shouldn't indulge Hero. This could get out of hand very fast. After all, the hero had already snuck back into Villain's base; who knows what they might do next to get what they're after.

With another sigh, they turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and went to get dressed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hero sat in the corner of their cell. Their arms had gotten tied behind their back, and the familiar power-suppressing collar was back on their neck. They weren't sure why they had come back. I mean, they knew why they came back, but they also... didn't.

It was such a stupid idea. Of course, Villain would freak out! Why the hell did the hero think they would react any other way?! What was wrong with them? Why did- Why did Hero enjoy being used like that...?

Were they into all that shit, or were they just... really that desperate for contact?

...

Hero couldn't deny that they did, in fact, enjoy being at the villain's mercy, but... physical contact was still their main desire. Even during their fights, they often let themself get pinned down, just so that they could be close to someone, even if only for a short moment. And Villain... Villain just happened to be the one person who willingly got closer to them...

...

Maybe they were just sick in the head... People probably avoided them for a reason... Villain didn't care about them; they were enemies after all. They only got close to the hero because they were fighting. It made sense, didn't it...? It made sense that Hero was unwanted-

The door suddenly creaked open, and light flooded the small room, blinding the hero for a moment. They blinked their eyes a couple of times to adjust, and once they did, their gaze met with the dark form of their nemesis.

With their arms crossed and a stern calculating look on their face, the villain stood before them, looking down at them. Hero fidgeted nervously under their stare and eventually looked away, head hanging low in their shame. The sigh that left Villain only made them curl in on themself more.

"Hero." - the criminal started, mentally preparing for one hell of a ride. "Why did you come back? I mean, you told me why, but- but why?"

Silence was all they received as an answer, and it honestly got on their nerves a bit. Hero fucking breaks back into their base and then doesn't even want to talk? Fine. They would do this a different way then.

Villain's footsteps echoed through the cell as they approached the quiet hero whose face still turned away from them. As they knelt down, they grabbed the other's chin and forced them to turn their head. The villain noticed the way Hero shivered from their touch and had expected them to try and pull away in fright, but instead, they leaned into it, albeit a bit hesitantly.

With how cold it was in the room, the villain could easily feel how hot the captured's face burned. As their eyes met, the hero looked embarrassed and like they seriously didn't want to be here right now. The sight just made Villain's blood boil even more.

"Why so hesitant all of a sudden, Hero? You were so eager earlier." - the villain spat out angrily, their nemesis' indecisiveness irritating them. Just what the hell did they want?

Hero tried to stutter out an answer. They wanted to explain themself, they really did! But all they managed to say was a quiet "I-I'm sorry..." as tears slowly gathered in their eyes.

"You're sorry?" - Villain pressed, demanding a better answer.

Tensing up as their stomach twisted in their stress, they tried to explain again, voice meek as they admitted, "I- I was just... lonely..."

Their captor was quiet for a moment, studying their face. Trying to figure the other out, they eventually asked, "You let me rape you because you were lonely?"

"Um... Well... when you... put it that way... I... um..." - the hero mumbled, their gaze darting all over Villain's face, avoiding their eyes, too afraid to look into them.

The villain was silent again, slowly catching onto what Hero's deal was. The way the other's eyes were moving all around was annoying, so they decided to test something. Using their free hand, Villain softly cradled the hero's face, making them freeze, their gaze locked on the new point of contact. The criminal's touch slowly glided to the back of Hero's head, making them shudder as their hand tangled itself in the captured's hair.

The hero's eyes looked off to the side, trying to ignore the new feeling, but Villain brought them back to attention as they suddenly gripped Hero's messy locks and roughly pulled, getting a yelp out of them. They shivered as the villain forced their faces closer and ordered, "Look me in the eyes, or I'm leaving."

With a small whine, Hero's eyes immediately snapped to Villain's own.

"Bingo." - the criminal thought as they loosened their grip on the other's hair and instead tenderly began to massage their scalp.

As another whimper crawled out of the hero's throat, they pleaded meekly, "S-Stop... Y-You- You d-don't-"

"You're touch starved." - Villain said, matter-of-factly, anger disappearing as their expression turned more neutral as Hero's tears started to flow down their face. "You let me hurt you because it meant I would touch you."

"I- I- I'm-" - the hero tried to deny their nemesis' words but ultimately failed as they broke down into sobs, still looking into the other's eyes, not wanting them to pull away.

The villain paused in their petting and instead cradled Hero's face with both their hands, the hero inhaling shakily at the feeling. As they hiccuped and sniffled, Villain continued their conversation.

"I admit, seeing you under me is fun, but you seriously need some help." - the criminal watched as Hero only cried more, still desperately keeping eye contact. They really needed help. I mean, to just let themself get raped? They could've just told Villain what they wanted, and they would've let them go!

And yeah, sure, the villain wasn't the best for doing that to them in the first place either, but they only did it because it was Hero. Raping some random person is of no interest to Villain, but the hero? They knew what they were signing up for when they picked this job, so the villain didn't mind being ruthless to them.

But still... this was... honestly just sad. Did Hero genuinely have no one who cared about them? Villain supposed they had fans, but that wasn't really the same thing. Someone liking them as a hero is a lot different than someone loving them as a person.

...

Did... Villain like them?

...

They didn't exactly hate them, but were they interested in the other like that?

...

Well, they did tell their henchmen to put Hero in that... revealing outfit...

It was mostly just to humiliate the hero, but...

...

Shit.

...

With a small sigh, they made their decision and continued talking from earlier. "And I'm gonna be the one to get you that help, 'cause God knows you won't get it yourself."

"W-Wha...?" - Hero's confusion made them pause their crying. What- What did Villain...

"W-What do y-you mean?"

"You're staying with me."

Hero's chest fluttered at that. Villain... wasn't going to push them away?

"R-Really...?" - the hero asked uncertainly, doubt still gripping at their heart.

With a smile that melted their worries away, the villain answered, "Yes, really. We'll get some oxytocin going in that brain of yours." They gave Hero's forehead a gentle boop for emphasis, and the hero found it oddly comforting.

"Also, we're getting you a therapist." - Villain added, more seriously this time. "And... you know what? Fuck it. I'm getting myself a therapist too. Got some shit of my own to deal with..."

In a slightly better mood, Hero playfully asked, "B-By 'get' do you mean you'll literally g-go and grab some therapists?"

The villain snorted in reply, and as they pulled the hero to their feet, they said, "For you? I'd kidnap a therapist any day, darling~."

The blush on Hero's face only worsened at the nickname, but they still found themself smiling, a bit giddy. As Villain undid their restraints, they rubbed at their wrists and neck, shyly looking to the other. "S-So, what now?"

"Now, we're going to go and have breakfast." - the villain answered, offering the hero their arm, which they flusteredly took as their stomach grumbled and as Villain grinned at them endearingly.

As the two of them walked, they talked about how exactly to proceed from here. Neither of them was of a very... healthy mindset, and such, this relationship probably wasn't the healthiest one out there. But... that was fine. They would get there someday.

If no one else would help them, then they would help each other.

[tressasinterlude]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 #𝟑: Female Public Figures Dating Men with Questionable Views That Contradict Their Image & Alleged Politics

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: These rant blog posts are really just reflective of my thoughts at the time that I make them and are posted here because I need an outlet to release all of this shit I have going on my busy ass mind. That’s it and that’s all. Now let’s get into it..

This rant was greatly inspired by none other than Ms. Robyn Rihanna “Tell Your Faves To Pull Up [in regards to social injustices directly affecting black people]” Fenty and her openly colorist boyfriend, A$AP Rocky. Aside from the fact that Rihanna tends to slip under the radar and is never held accountable for her problematic ways due to her conventional beauty (i.e. Her heavy usage of anti-Asian slurs, particularly targeted towards Chris Brown’s ex gf, Karrueche), it’s very alarming that a woman who has an entire makeup brand with a campaign based around the inclusivity of ALL black women is publicly flaunting a beau who once said that DSBW do not look good with red lipstick.

And yes, I’m very much aware that Rakim said this tasteless comment over 8 years ago but from the looks of it, not much has really changed with him. Don’t @ me about it neither because I don’t care.

Also peep how he compares a hypothetical darkskinned woman to a man (Wesley Snipes) while trying to explain how his antiblackness isn’t wrong because he said something about white women as well. Gaslighting at its finest. Don’t you just love it! 😀

Furthermore, you would think that somebody of Rihanna’s level of stature would know not to associate themselves with someone as messy as A$AP Rocky but... Stupid is what stupid does, I guess! I can’t even begin to place the blame on him anymore because he’s revealed his true colors and we all have made the deliberate choice to either accept it or don’t and have discontinued all support for him. Unfortunately, misogynoir is never the dealbreaker for most people and the hatred for [dark-skinned] black women is so engrained in society that it’s frowned upon when we publicly speak out against it. Very ass backwards if you ask me but that’s society for you. Now, enough about that. Let’s focus back on Ms. Vita La Coco.

As a woman who claims to be a girl’s girl and is always presenting herself to be someone who is the epitome of a pro-black feminist bad ass, it just makes her alleged activism come off so disingenuous when she’s also laying down with the same man that actively attacks the demographic she’s supposed to be standing in solidarity with. It’s “Black Lives Matter” on the IG posts but your vagina is getting moist for a man who openly stated he doesn’t relate to what goes on in Ferguson because he lives in Soho & Beverly Hills. Ferguson being the exact place where a 17-year-old black boy’s lifeless corpse laid on the hot concrete for FOUR hours after he was murdered by a police officer. He couldn’t 'relate' to the fate of so many black men, women, and children who are murdered or seriously injured from state-sanctioned violence because they’re poor and he is not or so he thought.

But then again, what can I really expect from a woman who identified as being “biracial” until as recent as roughly 6 years ago? What can I really expect from a woman who called Rachel Dolezal a ‘hero’ for cosplaying as a black woman? I’d be lying if I said my expectations for her were high in this regard because sis has always shown us she was lacking in this department. And just for the record, this is not a personal attack on Rihanna at all for the die-hard Navy stans in the back. I admire her latest fashions and bop my head to her music just like the next person but she’s getting the side-eye from me on this one.

Trust and believe me though, she’s not the only woman who I can call out for being a hypocrite. Of course not! This stone can be cast at a few others. So without further ado, why don’t we bring Ms. Kehlani Parrish to the front of the congregation? Prior to Kehlani’s recent declaration of identifying as a lesbian, her last public relationship with a man was with YG. Yes, the same YG who felt it was necessary to say him & Nipsey had ‘pretty light-skinned’ daughters to raise in the middle of his deceased friend’s memorial. By the way, Nipsey’s daughter is not even light (or at least not in my book anyways.) She’s a very deep caramel tone just like her father which makes what he said even more moronic. Yes, the same YG who thought it was clever idea to use slavery as an aesthetic for a music video to a diss track about 6ix9ine. And yes, also the same YG who has derogatory lyrics targeted at bisexual women. Just to end up sweating the red carpets with one. I swear the jokes just continue to write themselves.

This raises the question once more; How high of a pedestal can I really put a multiracial woman who has a song titled ‘N*ggas’ and when received backlash for the song in question, she used the ultimate ‘I’m mixed’ copout while not having a visibly black parent in sight?

It’s also kind of suspicious to me that many were not privy to Kehlani’s secret romance with Victoria Monét (pictured bottom right) until Victoria did an interview with Gay Times revealing she fell in love with a girl but they subsequently broke up because Victoria had a boyfriend and that girl was pregnant in a polyamorous relationship. Fans began to speculate because both Victoria & Kehlani previously candidly spoke about their sexual orientations, Kehlani had just had Adeya and they both were seemingly close. Their short-lived fling would later be confirmed when Victoria released the song ‘Touch Me’ on her last project and Kehlani hopped on the remix. Meanwhile, Kehlani’s relationship with Shaina (pictured bottom left) was very overt and all over her Instagram feed from my recollection. And as you can see, Shaina looks absolutely nothing like Victoria. They look like the complete opposite of eachother in every aspect which is kind of alarming(?) to say the least because why is it that the women she proudly claims as her partners tend to have a very racially ambiguous look such as herself but her ‘sneaky links’ on the other hand are undoubtedly black women? Again, it could just be me jumping conclusions. You know, I’m kinda good for that however something tells me I’m not. Y’all be the judge of the material though.

Last but not least, I’d like to touch on Ms. Raven Tracy very briefly. I was very weary about even including in this segment and if I should just put her in a entirely separate blog post with other women who openly date abusers despite their checkered past (alongside Nicki Minaj & her r*pist murderer of a husband, India Love & Sheck Wes etc.) being this particular blog post was based around the theme of lightskinned/mixed women dating men with extremely problematic views about DSBW. Raven obviously isn’t lightskinned or mixed however I refused to ignore how contradictory her [former] relationship with an alleged (I used this word very loosely and mainly for legality purposes.) serial r*pist while promoting a brand that is all about feminism & body positivity. This also traces back to A$AP Rocky by default being that Ian Connor is his very close friend and he came to Connor’s defense when several women came forward detailing accounts of Connor allegedly s*xually assaulting them. (I wish I could place the actual video of what A$AP Rocky said verbatim but Tumblr only allows one video per blog post. 🙄)

Back in June of this year, Ian & Raven had a back & forth on Twitter after Ian tweeted about Raven “fucking everybody” behind his back. I can only assume that he was alluding to Tori Brixx posting a video of her ex, Rich the Kid & Raven kissing on her story. Disgusted is not even the word to describe my feeling when she admitted she stuck by Ian despite of his many allegations of s*xual abuse because she loved him and her being a empath causes her to want to help everybody. Imagine aiding and abetting a predator and even paying for his bail & legal fees just to turn around and expect sympathy because this same individual cheated on you and exploited you all over Twitter for the public to see. The same man that you would get back with not even a WEEK after the fact & turn off your IG comments because it isn’t our “business” after making it our business...

That being said, I just genuinely want to know: Why do these women completely go against what they stand for in regards to these men? Maybe it was never genuine from jump street and if that’s the case, why jump on the bandwagon of performative activism? Is it because it’s profitable right now? Is it because disrespecting black women is not an immediate death sentence to your careers and more often than not actually helps you advance even further? I guess that’s the billion dollar question that’ll never truly be answered. I just want the world to stop using black women as their stepping stool to get to where they need to go and then discarding of us when we’re no longer beneficial. Support us all the way or don’t support us at all. We deal with enough disrespect as is so we’d appreciate if y’all would stop straddling the fence and partake in your misogynoir out loud if that’s what you choose to do. We have no use for fake allyship and quite frankly, it’s doing more harm for us than good. Please and thank you!

Sincerely,

- 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙴. 💋

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 9th feb 2021 | 

pairing : bakugou, todoroki, shinso x gn!reader [separate]

genre : angsty fluff

warnings : mentions of toxic relationships/toxic past, abuse, read note below,

themes : toxic relationships, hurt, not specified trauma, only talk, mutual pining

note : i’ve never seen a headcanon for this and of course i would never write about this if i didn’t have experience on this and how it feels and i wouldn’t write about this if i didn’t know how much it hurts and sticks with someone, i’m not saying you can’t write about such events if you haven’t been through it but the emotions you can feel when in a toxic relationship is much more complex than one might think, i’m proud of everyone who’s been through this if you want to talk about this or you’re going through something right now my dms are open always <3

[ bakugou ]

> before you and bakugou started dating you knew you liked eachother but neither of you made a move

> that was until he realised his feelings for you couldn’t just pass with time

> he knew however much he tried you’d still make him feel funny whenever he sees you

> so he decided to ask you on a date, he didn’t show it but when you said yes he was over the moon

> since this is your first date since you had been in a toxic relationship you were nervous

> the first date went amazing he held you hand after you got ice cream and you got coffee, drinking it as you walked in the moonlight

> ‘y/n, i uhh- i like you a lot’ he said cringing a little as he blushed, you were both leaning against a railing which was placed over beach watching the waves crash against the sand as the moon shon over

> ‘i like you too katsuki’ you smiled blushing as a unknown feeling creeped up your body, it was unknown in a good way but it still made you feel uncomfortable and weary

> bakugou noticed your furrowed eyebrows ‘are you feeling okay?’

> you nodded quickly not wanting to talk about how you felt since it always led to arguments with them

> ‘in that case’ he cupped your face gently with his pulling you in, ‘you’re mine’ he grinned placed a soft kiss on your lips which you returned

> you’ve been together a couple weeks now, almost a month

> bakugou has realised you’re not the same as you were before you were dating he knew some things would change since you’re dating now but he didn’t think you’d be distant

> if anything he thought you’d be closer to him and he couldn’t help but think if it was because of him

> everytime you’re alone he notices you tensing up a little when he touches you, whether it’s a hand around your shoulder or on your face you tense up

> but you don’t do that when mina or your friends touch you so he was convinced it was him

> after you had only glanced at him not talked to him through school again he decided he had to talk to you about this

> he knocked on your door as a warning before walking in, you were sat at your desk watching anime and he frowned a little

> he knows he isn’t too affectionate or by any means perfect as a boyfriend but you’re always watching movies with other people or series and he wanted to do that but everytime he brought up the idea of spending time watching something together you never got around to doing it, acting as if you forgot

> ‘y/n what the hell is going on?’ he frowned as you looked up with fear in your eyes

> ‘i- what do you mean’ he didn’t notice the fear he was thinking about every possible reason for your distance

> ‘i mean am i not fucking good enough anymore?, we’re meant to be closer as a couple not fuckin further apart’ he raised his voice a little as he walked towards your desk

> ‘i don’t get what you mean uh, am i being too much?’ you respond, you always got told you were too pushy and needy so you didn’t want to make the same mistake with bakugou

> ‘i mean why the fuck don’t you even touch me for fuck sake, y/n you barely fucking hang out with me i barely know anything about you because you don’t stay and talk to me for more than 10 fuckin minutes’ he edged closer to you now towering over you,

> ‘i-i uhm’ your words got caught in your throat as his arm left his side and as he opened his mouth you flinched shutting your eyes and shaking a little as tears filled your eyes

> then there was silence, he was trying to get him hair out of his eyes, ‘did- did you think that i was going to..’ he was hurt that you thought he’d do that, that he made you feel unsafe

> ‘y/n...’ you looked up at him, he saw the tears peaking out of the corner of your eyes slowing lifting his hand to wipe it

> ‘has someone done that to you before’ you nod as he placed his chin on your shoulder carefully rubbing your back up and down soothingly, he didn’t know how it felt but he knows that nobody deserves this and if he can help in any way he will, even if it means letting down his guard for you

> you explained how the last person you were with didn’t like your affection and love because you showed it to your friends and they wanted you to only show him love and no one else

> ‘y/n i’m not angry that you show your friends love idiot, it’s because you don’t let yourself open up to me, i want you to feel safe alright idiot not the other away around, i’ll help.. and for the record i don’t care if you hug and show them extras love that doesn’t bother me just don’t let yourself be so guarded around me, i’m here for you to feel safe alright’

> you nod wrapping your arms around bakugous torso as he picks you up still rubbing your back, he sat on the bed leaning back letting your head rest on his chest

> ‘now what’s that extras name teddybear’

[ todoroki ]

> todoroki made you feel safe but that feeling is new to you so you didn’t understand what it was

> before you started dating you both got close as friends, you knew you liked him but being friends made you feel safe with him and dating has scared you, he didn’t know much about your last relationship only that it hurt you

> but he didn’t know that meant they literally hurt you

> so when he asked you, you said yes because of how amazing and happy it made you feel

> before you started dating you always laid your head on his lap to nap or talk to him, you were open and honest

> but you didn’t know how to act, you wanted to be yourself but that wasn’t enough then with them so why would it be now you thought

> todoroki noticed your change in behaviour and also noticed you always change when he’s around which led him to believe that he made you uncomfortable

> so when you were sat watching a movie he asked you getting a little insecure and heated

> ‘y/n do i make you uncomfortable?’ he said noticing how your eyes widen

> ‘no! how funny.. of course not’ you smiled which was clearly a fake smile to him and you wouldn’t have answered him like that if you didn’t have this act on

> ‘then why are you acting different? please don’t lie to me.. i don’t like this you seem like a different person and i don’t know why’

> ‘how would you want me to act shoto’ you replied with the same look in your eyes, you weren’t being sarcastic you genuinely wanted to know and that made him confused

> ‘y/n i don’t .. control you, be yourself.. is this really what you think of me, you think i want you to change how you act, your personality’ he moved his hand from his hair moving towards your face making you shut your eyes flinching

> his eyes widened at this, his hand was on your shoulder he was trying to comfort you but before he could get his words out you flinched at him ‘y/n.. what was that’

> he moved his hand away in fear that he’d scare you again

> you wiped away the tears forming as he looked at you with sadness, ‘i’m sorry’ you spluttered out as you moved to get up and leave

> before you could you felt a cautious hand hold yours ‘talk to me, please’

> you sat back down, his hand still in yours his thumb grazing over your hand soothing you

> ‘i told you about my ex, i was never enough so i acted different.. just to please him, i could never be myself and when i was myself.. he didn’t like it’ you said staring at your hands

> he moved his hand up slowly so you could see and placed it on your cheek as he moved towards you

> ‘y/n i fell in love with you, no one else only you, you’re more than enough for me, i don’t want some other version of you i want all of you. you’re perfect to me and if they don’t appreciate that then they’re fucking stupid’ you smiled a little at his uncharacteristic swearing

> ‘i love you, thank you sho’ you rested your head on his lap, your head faced his shirt he leaned down turning your head, kissing you slowly as you hummed into the kiss smiling feeling that same safe feeling you felt before but this time the feeling was stronger

> ‘don’t thank me my love’

[ shinso ]

> you first met shinso at the sports festival and since you’re in different classes you don’t spend time together during school time other than a couple minutes at lunch

> you both started meeting up more and more until you realise you like him a lot

> you refused to date him even if he does like you you couldn’t date him because of your ex, you were afraid of getting hurt again

> shinso knows you like him because of the way you look at him and stare at him across the cafeteria and the way you get flustered everytime he comes over

> your friends knew how much you like him and told you to go for it but since they’re the ones you went to when you finally broke it off with your ex they understand why you shouldn’t

> the only one who didn’t agree and told you not to date him was bakugou ‘are you fucking stupid!? they’re not getting hurt again they don’t need him’ he was a little too protective

> when he told you he liked you, you panicked ‘i uh, i like you too but i just, i can’t sorry’ and with that you panicked running away

> the next day he found you at the lockers the halls empty ‘what was that yesterday?’

> ‘sorry i’m not good with this’ you mumbled as he got confused

> ‘are you dating bakugou is that why you can’t be with me?’ he said observing your reaction sighing when you started panicking

> ‘what?.. no! i don’t.. i’m not with bakugou i’m just not-’

> ‘y/n.. i like you a lot i do but this is.. messy bakugou came and threatened me earlier’ you flinched shaking as he moved his hand closer, not thinking you thought he was going to hurt you because of your indecisiveness

> immediately after he took you in his arms ‘shit what the fuck.. y/n i’m sorry’ he held you as you teared up telling you about why you don’t feel ready and that’s why bakugou threatened him

> ‘i’ll wait, for now we can just be friends until you’re comfortable alright kitten?’ his chin rested on your head until he looked down at you and took both his thumbs wiping both cheeks pressing a small kiss to your cheek

> after a couple months of hanging out and being friends you were talking to your friends

> ‘alright i guess he’s fine’ bakugou admitted as you talked to them about how you felt

> you called shinso ‘hey shinso come over to class a’s dorms’

> as soon as he arrived you sat in your room gaming, after a few rounds passed you took your controller from him placing it beside you and turning to face him on your bed

> ‘shinso’

> ‘yes kitten’

> you grinned as he raised his brow smiling back at you his purple locks framing his face, ‘i’m ready’

> as soon as those words left your lips he jumped at you climbing on top of you as you giggled, he tickled you making you laugh harder

> after a couple minutes of play fighting he layed his head on your chest smiling furiously but not letting you see that

> ‘then you’re mine’

A/N :

IM LOWKEY HIGHKEY BECOMING A SHINSO SIMP :(( BABY IS SO :(( CUTE :(( IM

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[wienerbarnes]

A Certain Romance (1/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,513

Warnings: fake dating au, mention to past abusive relationship

A/N: im so EXCITED to start posting this series lmk what yall think!!!

MAIN MASTERLIST | A CERTAIN ROMANCE MASTERLIST

He couldn’t quite think of a word to describe the restaurant.

The deep tones of maroon on the walls contrasting against the clean, stark-white tablecloths, tablecloths that have been so deeply washed, soaked in bleach and radiating chemical residue beneath plates of fancy and over-priced dishes for people who have too much money than they know what do with.

Ratatouille is the special for tonight, priced at $32. Side dishes extra, of course.

The overly simple decor on the walls with lighting so dim you’d think they forgot to pay the electric bill, all in the name of minimalism and an art form you just wouldn’t understand.

Bucky has news for them, though. Minimalism won’t get rid of their depression and anxiety, and a $30 plate of vegetables won’t bring you happiness.

His collar feels tight around his neck, even though the first two buttons on his shirt are undone. The longer he stands around waiting for Sam, the more ridiculous he feels. He’s sweating suddenly, and all he wants to do is leave, go back to his apartment, to Alpine, and take off this stupid monkey suit of an outfit.

Where r u?

Should be sitting pretty at a table already. Wearing a cute lil red dress. maybe blue, not sure.

“Son of a bitch,” Bucky mumbles under his breath after reading Sam’s text.

It’s Bucky’s fault at this point. Not only is this not the first time Sam has done this to him, set him up on a blind date and tell him it's him he’s meeting and not a girl, but it’s not the second either. Sam has done this three times, and this is going to be the fourth. How do you let this happen to you four times?

It’s not a surprise either when the date goes horribly all three times, either. The girls are always nice and always beautiful, but Bucky’s in such a sour mood by the time he reaches the table that it’s a failure from the start.

That’s a good word to describe the restaurant. Sour.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a table under Sam. Or maybe Bucky.” He approaches the hostess, praying that whoever Sam has set him up with isn’t here and that they stood him up.

“Ah, yes, your date has been waiting.” She tells him, and he tries not to roll his eyes.

The walk through the restaurant to the table makes him feel more ridiculous than when he was waiting. He feels all eyes on him and it makes his skin crawl, even though when he glances around, everyone has their eyes on their own date; their date that probably wasn’t sprung up on them by a man who dresses up like a bird for a living.

Careful not to trip over his own feet in the dark room, the only lights being small bulbs on a thin string from the high ceiling, he sees a table that’s probably for him.

The only table with one person sitting alone, he spots you looking down at your phone with a slight frown on your face. Sam was right on his first guess, you’re wearing a deep red dress, thin straps over your shoulders and he can see through underneath the table that it flows down to your calf. Nude heels adorn your feet as they are crossed at the ankle, and he can’t help but feel a little bad.

Just because he thinks minimalism and expensive meals are stupid doesn’t mean that other people don’t enjoy them.

“Hi, uh, sorry I’m a little late.” He greets as he takes his seat.

You look up from your phone and give him a closed-lip smile, an unspoken way of saying it’s alright, but he’s seen that tight smile on too many girls before to know that, no, it’s not really alright.

“I’m Bucky, what’s your name?” He asks, hoping that the sooner he starts the conversation, the sooner he can get the fuck out of here. Respectfully.

As far as introductions go, this has definitely been the most awkward. Neither of you know what to say. Not that he’s about to go around giving Sam advice about setting him up with people, because he certainly wouldn’t want Sam to take that as him asking him to try again, but he couldn’t have set him up with someone worse.

It’s painfully awkward, and he feels himself sweating again, blushing from slight embarrassment at this disaster of a date.

The waiter hasn’t even brought out the bread yet.

He can’t do this.

“Listen,” He begins after a few minutes of silence and the two of them awkwardly glancing around the room, as though the avant-garde art pieces are the most interesting thing either of them have ever seen.

“I’m sorry if I don’t seem like I want to be here, it’s because I don’t. And it’s got nothing to do with you, it’s just that Sam told me I was meeting him here because he thinks he knows best when it comes to setting me up on dates even though I’ve told him countless times that -”

He stops when he realizes you’re laughing. Giggles escaping from behind your manicured hand that’s attempting to cover your mouth, he can’t believe you’re laughing at him. As if the date couldn’t get worse.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt you.” You tell him, the most you’ve spoken the entire night, only really telling him your name and a few one-word answers a while ago.

“It’s just that I don’t want to be here, either. And Sam also told me I was meeting him here, not a date. And I thought that was funny.”

That bastard, Bucky thinks. But he appreciates that it’s the situation you find funny, and not him. He’s never had a date laugh at him before, and as tough as he is, he can’t lie and say it wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

He opens his mouth to say something but another man in an equally ridiculous monkey suit such as his own approaches the table, a basket of bread in hand.

He can’t help but notice how small the breads are and the fact that the butter is individually wrapped in those small tinfoils - not even The Cheesecake Factory does that, they bring butter in a tiny dish - but he doesn’t say anything.

At least now he has something to do with his hands.

The two of you both pick at the bread in your hands, and while the tension is somewhat eased at the table with the confession that neither of you want to be there, it’s still silent and awkward, as neither of you have spoken again.

Bucky doesn’t know what causes him to say it, maybe it's the obligation he feels to keep the conversation going and fill the silence, maybe his mind just insists on making the evening worse, because apparently that’s possible.

“My best friend died. Recently. And Sam’s been setting me up on these dumb dates to take my mind off it.” He says, and he sees out of the corner of his eye your hands pause around the bread and your head lifts slightly to look at him, though he doesn’t do the same.

“Sam was a little better about it at first, using distracting me as a way to distract himself while we both grieve. But he’s got the whole Captain America thing, helping his sister, working with Torres; he got over it a little quicker than I did and… expected me to get over it, too.”

He’s afraid to meet your eyes. He’s not sure why he just told you that, or why he felt like he owed you an explanation in the first place. He doesn’t even know you! What does he care if the date is awkward? He could leave now and never see you again and not feel bad about, and yet he sits here, sacrificing his own comfort in order to attempt to salvage the evening by being honest? Is honesty even what you want?

“My boyfriend beat the shit out of me. If we’re sharing tragic backstories, I mean.” You reply, looking down at your own bread now that Bucky’s head has snapped up to look at you, a humorless smile on your face.

“Had to move states, change my name, the whole nine yards. And while I wasn’t grieving a best friend, I was grieving… myself. My old life. And Sam doesn’t just distract himself by setting you up on dates, he’s been doing that with me, too. And, so, I kind of get what you mean, when you say that other people get over it and expect you to be okay, too.”

Another pause of silence, but the awkwardness is gone now.

“How many times have you heard the phrase, The grieving process is not -”

“Linear? Too many times. If I had a dollar for everytime I heard that, I’d probably have enough money to afford a plate at this place.” You finish for him, a disgusted look on your face. Almost the same look he had on his face when he entered the restaurant.

He laughs, though. The first time he’s laughed tonight.

“Are you two ready to order?” The waiter interrupts again, small booklet in hand, and thick French accent in the air. Of course, the waiters here are French, how is he even surprised?

“Do you mind if we have a few more minutes with the menu?” Bucky replies, not receiving much of an answer as the waiter looks him up and down, gives him a curt nod, and leaves the table once more.

“Listen, I don’t know about you, but this place looks like… I don’t even know, but it just looks sad, and I know a pretty good pizza place a few blocks away. If you don’t mind walking. Or continuing this date as friends?” He squints as he finishes his question, hoping you won’t take it as him playing hard to get, and actually want to be friends and absolutely nothing more.

“You had me at pizza.”

With the bread from the restaurant in hand and his jacket around your shivering shoulders, the two of you make your way down the sidewalk, stomachs rumbling at the thought of cheap, greasy, slices of pizza.

Sitting among people in their pajamas and otherwise casual clothing, it’s safe to say the two of you are the best-dressed people in the joint. Bucky tells you this and you laugh again, agreeing. Slice after slice goes down easily, much easier than any plate at that stupid clownhouse of a restaurant.

The conversation is easier, too. It’s almost like it was so bad before because of the suffocating atmosphere of the restaurant, The Fork, a stupid name for a stupid place.

What was that word he said before? Oh, yeah. The restaurant was sour. The pizza place, though, run by two older, heavier men with ungroomed mustaches and dark pit stains, is much less sour.

“I surprisingly had a good time tonight. I’m really glad we both came to an understanding of not wanting to date due to our individual unresolved trauma and issues, that we should probably be in therapy for.” You tell him, after thanking him for paying the six dollars both your copious amounts of pizza slices cost.

“I did, too. I’m just glad we didn’t have to stay at that dumb restaurant, I mean what was Sam even thinking with that place?” He rubs his fingers over his eyes in lasting disbelief. He’ll never let Sam live that place down.

“Speaking of Sam,” You start, stepping out of the pizza place as Bucky holds the door open for you, “Would you mind telling him that the date went well?”

“I mean, technically it did, didn’t it?”

“It did. But if we tell him that we left with a newfound friendship rather than sore legs and sex hair, he’s just going to keep setting us up on more shitty dates. I mean he’s great, but he does a better job at being Captain America than he does at being Cupid.”

“Agreed. He’ll just keep setting us up with people until we end up dating one of his picks, regardless of friendships made along the way. He’s too competitive, he doesn’t see friendship as a success, only a boyfriend or girlfriend.” Bucky admits.

“So… if he asks, we’ll just say we’re going to go on another date? And then whenever we hang out, we’ll just -”

“Be extremely and explicitly clear about it to him.” Bucky finishes.

They smile at each other satisfied, satisfied knowing they’re finally going to outsmart the bird man, they’re finally going to be done with shitty, last-minute blind dates that they never wanted to go on in the first place.

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Oh, no, my friend’s on her way to get me now.”

“I’ll wait with you then.”

Cheesy flirting ensues as the two of you joke about fake dating, competing to see who can think of the worst pick up line. Bucky feels a bit embarrassed that he probably would’ve used a few of these a few decades ago when he was a fresh, young man, but he doesn’t dare mention that to you. No need to give you more ammunition to use against him, and especially no need to risk you mentioning it to Sam.

Your least favorite, and evidently his favorite, is If happiness starts with “H,” why does mine start with “U”?

He laughs as you dramatically gag on the sidewalk, almost not noticing the car pulling up to the two of you.

“This is me. Oh, here’s your jacket by the way.” You move to take it off from atop your shoulders but he stops you.

“Hold onto it for me. And also, mention to Sam that you’re holding onto it for me.” He winks.

“Will do. Boyfriend.”

“Drive safe. Girlfriend.” He opens the passenger door for you, greeting your friend briefly, and offering a hand out to help you sit inside, closing the door after you’ve clicked your seatbelt.

He watches the rear lights grow smaller and smaller as you disappear down the street, and he begins walking back to where you two came from. His bike is still parked at the restaurant, after all.

That was probably the best date - not a date, friend date - he’s ever been on, and by far Sam’s greatest success yet, even if it’s not the romantic relationship he probably intended.

It was nice to talk to someone without the pressures of impressing them, the intrusive thoughts questioning their deeper motives or what it is exactly they want out of a date with him. He tried engaging in the whole hookup-one-night-stand culture once, and didn’t like it at all.

Not to mention, he’ll never have to go on one of Sam’s set-up dates again! And he didn’t even need to get a girlfriend to do so!

The night couldn’t have ended better, and he can’t wait to tell Sam all about it.

[imasimpforshanks]

Hello author! Can I ask for K and L for Sanji/Ace please. (Fluff) thankyou!

Fluff Alphabet - Portgas D. Ace

a/n: hiya!!!! Here is ace’s fluff alphabet! 💗I know you only asked for K & L but I hate only answering a few letters of these at a time LMAO 💀ALSOOOOO I’m going to Sanjis at some point too, because I got a lot more angst asks than fluff so yahhhh! Anywayssss hope you enjoy<3333

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Ace absolutely loves to pull pranks on you AND he loves to pull pranks with you. Once a month you actually have an all-out prank war against one another where even the crew fear that they will be caught in the middle of it.

Oh, and true to his character, the two of you spend a lot of time eating food together. It’s very difficult for any normal human being to eat anything close to the amount Ace eats, so more often than not, it’s you staring at him in awe while he scoffs down another plate of food.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

He finds your smile to be one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, it’s even more beautiful when the smile is directed at him. The moment you smile at him everything else in the world seems to melt away. Ace does everything in his power to bring a smile to your face, because when you smile everything else seems to fall into place. (SO CLICHÉ I KNOW BUT IT’S TRUE!)

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

His go to method of comfort is cuddles. He just wraps his arms around you and gives you lots of forehead kisses. He’ll say all these kind things about you and ask what you need from him. If you’re not sure, or if you don’t feel like talking, he’ll patiently wait until you’re ready to talk.

D-Dreams (how do they picture they future with their s/o?)

In every possible future he envisions, you are there. To Ace, there is no future unless you are with him. It’ll be the two of you living life to the absolute fullest, taking it day-by-day.

He isn’t too keen on having (biological) children as he doesn’t want them to be burdened with the blood of Gol D. Roger.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

He tends to take the more dominant role in the relationship. It’s just his natural personality that seeps through, it’s truly not intentional. He’s confident and loud so there’s not really any way you can’t not listen to him. However, if you were to voice any opinions or comments, you’ve got all his attention!

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

I talk about his fights with his s/o a little in his angst alphabet. Here it is again!

Fights with Ace, although they don’t happen often, can quickly get out of hand. He’s stubborn and his inability to accept that he’s not always right can cause a minor disagreement to escalate into an all-out fight. On a few occasions you have argued about him never turning his back on an opponent.

Your fights tend to be followed by cooldown time. Things can get quite heated (no pun intended) so you need some alone time and space to breathe. After that though, you comeback together and apologize.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Ace felt unloved and unwanted by the world growing up (save for Luffy and Sabo, oh and Dadan), so it was quite the change to experience the unconditional love you provided him. He will forever be grateful for what you have done for him, in fact, he’s so grateful about it that he can never shut up about it! Much like how he gushes about his ‘stupid kid brother’ to the Whitebeard Pirates, Ace will also never shut up about you to anyone he talks to. Your name somehow always makes its way into any conversation he has.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

The only secret he kept from you was that he was the son of the Pirate King. He was scared that once you knew, you would view him differently. But over time he was able to see that that would never be the case. So, after telling you that, he never kept anything from you ever again. Ace actually finds sharing secrets with you to be a weight off his shoulders.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

You were another person that was able to show Ace he is worthy of being loved. It’s an insecurity of his that will probably never go away, but that’s okay because you’re more than happy to remind him daily.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

I talked about Ace’s jealousy in his angst alphabet! But I’ll go over it again here!

When he gets jealous he turns into such a man child. He’s pouting and moping around while mumbling to himself. He develops quite a petty attitude. If you were to ask him “want to go get something to eat?” he’d respond with “why don’t you just go and ask ____ for some food.” But, as soon as you begin commenting on how jealous he’s acting he’s going to deny it to the end of his days.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

I feel as though I may give Ace a little too much credit when it comes to this because I want to think that he’d be one of those amazing kissers, like he just has a knack for it. But in reality, that probably wouldn’t be the case.

Ace is more likely to be quite an overexcited kisser. He’s keen and passionate, that’s for sure. But with your first kiss, he’s a little too keen and tries to move way to fast. After some calming down and a little bit of a giggle to one other he’s in the zone.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

The two of you are just talking and he’s, unsurprisingly, brought up his brother, Luffy. What is surprising however, is when he tells you how badly he wants you guys to meet each other. Your first reaction was “yeah that stands to reason he wants all of us to meet luffy” but before you could say anything Ace is already going on like “yeah, I just can’t wait to have the two people I love most in the world meet. It’d be real cool” (or something along those lines and probably a little less cheesy LMAO). You just stare at him like “heh?” and he stares at you like “uhhhh… yeah I said what I said?”

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Heck yeah, this dude wants to get married! Getting to show you off to everyone? Yes please! Getting to tell you in front of everyone he knows just how much he loves you? BIG YES. Oh, AND a big ass party afterwards? THIS DUDE CANNOT WAIT! Being able to marry you is one of his dreams, and he’s actually been thinking about since the first date you guys went on.

But, he’s really struggling with how to propose to you. He’s gone through every cliché in the book. A ring at the bottom of your glass, in your food, a carriage ride etc. They’re all great ideas but he doesn’t think they suit the dynamic of your relationship. So, he’s going to enlist the help of Whitebeard Pirates and create an elaborate prank (that has a 50/50 chance of going wrong but also still working out exactly as he wanted).

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

He likes to call you hot stuff or baby. Initially, these nicknames resulted in a lot of teasing from the other whitebeard pirates but neither of you cared.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Whitebeard and a few of the other division commanders are the first to notice. I mean, it’s not that hard… He is constantly bringing you up in every conversation (if you’re not there) and if you are there, they can’t even get his attention for a moment. You have his undivided attention! It isn’t until Marco or someone says “You’re down baddddd, Ace” that he’s like HUH?

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

Ace loves PDA. He is all about kissing you in front of everyone else. So much so that you constantly get told to “get a room!”. Ace loves to show off his relationship with you to the whole wide world. He’s incredibly proud to have found someone that loves him wholeheartedly.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

Well, thanks to his devil fruit, his body temperature tends to run pretty warm, so you have your own personal heater.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Ace is romantic in his own way, that’s for sure. He expresses his love through teasing and jokes, but also through quality time. He’s big on that. Making sure all his attention is on you so you know just how much he loves you.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

He has so much faith in your ability to achieve your goals. He wants to be able to help you in any way he can, so if you come to him and ask for help, he would be absolutely ecstatic! Ace just wants to be a part of your success story (in the best way possible, I know some people only want to because then they get credited but that’s not why ace wants to do it at all! Nothing makes Ace happier than seeing those he loves achieve their goals).

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

Your relationship is already spiced out enough as it is. He’s got an extremely mischievous personality so is constantly getting up to god knows what, and some how always manages to drag you into it. If anything, your relationship could do with a little more routine (but you both are extremely happy with the way it is).

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Ace is an extremely empathetic individual. He understands a lot more than most, just how awful negative emotions can be (whether that’s sadness, insecurity, anger etc.). So he is quick to your aid whenever something seems to wrong.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

All relationships in Ace’s life are extremely important to him. He even values them more than his own life. Your relationship is no exception. You’ve shown him love, and accepted him for who he truly is, so there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you and he makes that very clear every single day.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

He knows all your food orders off by heart. And when I say all your food orders, I mean ALL of them. He knows your food orders for each of your different moods. He memorised them pretty quickly so that he could surprise you with food regardless of your mood.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

He is an extremely affectionate individual. Ace is practically attached to your hip at every possible moment. An arm will always be thrown around your waist or shoulders, and he literally wants to spend all day smothering you in kisses. He’s shameless when it comes to affection.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

He copes by talking about you to EVERYONE. He tells the crew stories about you (mind you these are stories not only that they’ve heard multiple times, but they were also there to witness themselves). It gets to the point where even Whitebeard is like “ya know what Ace, you can go visit them.”

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

As I said previously, all relationships in Ace’s life are extremely important to him. We saw what lengths he was willing to go to when Thatch was killed by Blackbeard, and you would be no different. In fact, Ace would be willing to do all of that and so much more, if it was for you.

[blu-joons]

DATING SEVENTEEN A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yoon Jeonghan

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

Affection from Jeonghan will usually come in the form of a practical joke. He loves to mess around with you and wind you up, but once he’s finished pulling whatever stunt it is, he’ll always pull you into a hug to make sure that you’re not mad at him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

The two of you had grown up together, you could never remember a time when Jeonghan wasn’t in your life. You gravitated towards each other from the moment that you met each other, his personality instantly drew you to him, and together, you soon struck up a very close friendship as you grew up alongside on another.

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

As he began to grow up and learn more about love, Jeonghan realised that a lot of those feeling translated to you. When the two of you reached the point in your lives where you were beginning to find your own feet and walk down different paths, he knew that he couldn’t let you go too far down the path without him. His confession pulled you back when it began to feel like you were getting away from walking down his path too.

D ⇴ DATES 

When the two of you started dating, very little changed. You’d often get up to the same things that you did as kids, the arcade or the beach were two of your favourite places to go. Neither of you ever settled on a favourite thing to do, you were both open to trying just about anything with each other. You weren’t people who could just sit down and talk on dates, you loved to mess around and laugh, and often end up getting thrown out of somewhere too for making too much noise and causing too much chaos.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

You were the first for Jeonghan when it came to everything, as he was with you. The two of you had experienced so much together before you started dating, it only felt right that you experienced everything to do with love together too. Already knowing each other so well certainly helped the two of you transition into a romantic couple, you didn’t have to learn too much about each other which was a big bonus. And best of all, you were already a suitable fixture to support him when he was working or away on tour.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

Sometimes, knowing each other so well certainly caused a couple of arguments between the two of you. You both knew the perfect ways to push each other’s buttons and wind each other up, which would often lead to many petty squabbles between the two of you. You’d never argue over anything major, but if you came home to see Jeonghan hadn’t washed up, then you’d hit the roof. The best way to describe your relationship was like an old married couple, but you could guarantee that any time the two of you argued with each other, it made everyone else who was sat around with the two of you fall into hysterics of laughter.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You were already a part of his family without needing to get to know them. Secretly, his family had always been rooting for the two of you, so when you arrived at their home one day and told them that the two of you were together, they struggled to act surprised when they always hoped deep down that it would come true.

H ⇴ HOME 

Having been around the boys since the very start, you’d always just been another part of the dorm. Neither of you were in any rush for Jeonghan to move out of the dorm, you slotted in perfectly, and the boys were always very respectful of your relationship too, so none of you ever had any complaints about the other.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

From a young age you’d always told each other that you loved each other, and so a romantic ‘I love you,’ never really happened. As you began dating, from friends, you still just continued to tell each other that you loved each other, only nowadays, it carried a bit more of a significant meaning then it did all those years ago.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

You’d been a part of Jeonghan’s life forever, so if someone dared tried to take his place, he wouldn’t be happy about it. His eyes will often let you know when he’s feeling jealous, as much as you usually love them, all of the colour, will drain from them when he’s feeling bitter towards someone else. He’s always been the one to take care of you, and you’ve always been the one to take care of him, so if anyone tried to get in the way of that, then you both will quickly put an end to it and gravitate back towards each other again.

K ⇴ KIDS 

The two of you always remembered how you joked in school about being mum and dad one day, that the thought of it becoming a reality almost felt too good to be true. You only ever saw your futures with each other, so naturally, you could only imagine having children with each other too. You’d often talk about all the old dreams that you had as children and imagine how many of them would eventually come true.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

He absolutely loved to pull pranks on you and mess around, being serious wasn’t something that Jeonghan liked to be. The two of you were the king and queen of practical jokes as far as you were both concerned and would often pull pranks on the other boys and wind them up too. Together you made quite a daunting team because of the trouble you caused, even the staff were often on their toes whenever the two of you were nearby. If you’d had a rough day, Jeonghan would listen to everything that you had to say, but it would be inevitable that he’d soon have you smiling once again and forgetting about it.

M ⇴ MISSING 

Being away from each other never felt like it got easier for the two of you. You’d spent long enough with Jeonghan travelling that you were used to time on your own, but that never meant that you were happy to be by yourself. What Jeonghan appreciated the most was how understanding you were, even if he wasn’t able to call you for a few days, you’d still eventually pick up the phone with a smile on your face and no complaints. He was good at controlling his emotions when he missed you, but he never got used to the feeling of not being able to see your face whenever he wanted to or hear your voice when he walked through the door.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES 

His nickname ‘angel,’ was a bandwagon that you definitely jumped onto. He loved when you called him ‘angel,’ having given it to himself anyway, he was super pleased when you caved and started using it too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

Jeonghan is obsessed with your eyes, he can tell exactly how you’re feeling by the look in them after so many years being around each other.

P ⇴ PDA 

He doesn’t mind being affectionate in public too much, but he won’t make a big deal out of it either. He loves to prank the media and get yourselves headlines, and then laugh about it when he sees that a stupid photo of the two of you messing around each other has made its way onto one of the many popular news websites.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

When you tell him you’re fine, when you’re not, Jeonghan will refuse to let it go. He knows you far too well to know when you’re faking a smile. He’s a good listener and will sit by your side until you’ve told him absolutely everything.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

Over the many years you had together, the two of you collected a lot of things. As a result, Jeonghan loved to scrapbook, first your friendship, and then your relationship. The two of you would often sit down and look back over all the memories you had together, most of them you’d often forget about. Old cinema tickets and arcade tickets filled most of the pages, from films from a few days ago, to ones from many years ago.

S ⇴ SEX 

Initially, intimacy was a big hurdle for the two of you, but you slowly managed to step over it. The two of you always felt like you knew everything about each other, but that was until it came to romance. You could only ever laugh about it at the start of your relationship, but as you began to get more comfortable being so close to each other, intimacy also became a lot easier, and more relaxed for you both too.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

The two of you were always talking to each other, you could never go too long without messaging each other. Your phones were glued to your hands when you were apart, you would always be texting one another.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

Life for Jeonghan was not a thing without you in it. He could never remember a time when you weren’t there, but best of all, he loved having that one person there throughout his life who was by his side through it all.

V ⇴ VACATION 

The chance to explore the world together was something that you both adored. You’d never go to the same place twice, Jeonghan loved to be the one to travel with you and show you the world. The two of you loved adventuring together, your bucket lists were filled of places that you wanted to see together.

W ⇴ WHINING 

If someone dared tried to take your attention, Jeonghan wouldn’t be happy, you were always his as far as he was concerned.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

Whenever he pranked you or overstepped the line, Jeonghan would always kiss you by way of an apology. The two of you knew each other inside out, it wasn’t just the look in each other’s eyes that could tell a story, it was often your kisses too. The two of you could pick up on just about any emotion that the other was feeling by their kisses, whether you were happy or sad, the two of you would always fix or support any situation.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were his soulmate; you’d been there for him since day one.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

Depending on how the two of you were feeling, falling asleep would vary. Sometimes you’d be the big spoon, other times Jeonghan would be, you were comfortable with each other regardless of how you slept.

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Masterlist

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A-Z FLUFF ALPHABET (j.kirstein)

A CTIVITIES - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Jean loves spending time with you, no matter what you two happen to be doing. Though his favourite thing to do with you is just watch a movie and relax, especially because he loves resting his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

B EAUTY - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Jean, being the person he is, would say everything.

He loves your laugh, your smile, the way you look at him when he says a stupid joke that no one else enjoyed.

C OMFORT - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

If you’re feeling down, he’ll buy/cook your favourite food and just stay by your side till your ready to talk. And if you just want time alone, he’ll give that to you but will always make sure you know he’s there when you’re ready.

D REAMS - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He’s been dreaming about a future with you from really early on. Similar to the dream he has in canon, he sees you both moving in together one day and maybe starting a family together.

He wants kids, but it wouldn’t be a deal breaker honestly. He loves you so much, and if you don’t want kids, he’s fine with settling for a dog or cat.

E QUAL - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Things would be super equal for the two of you. If there’s something concerning the both of you, he would never make a decision without trying to get your opinion on it first.

He values communication in the relationship, so you both come to decisions together unless it’s an on the spot thing.

F IGHT - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

While Jean hates fighting with you, he’s also pretty stubborn, and it makes the fight worse than how it originally started out.

Due to how much he hates fighting with you, Jean separates himself from the argument, either going to a different room or leaving the apartment altogether to give you both the time to cool down.

G RATITUDE - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s very grateful! He loves doing things for you, but when you do things for him? He’ll hug you and tell you how much he loves you, even if the thing you did was something super small.

H ONESTY - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Jean tends to share everything with you. In general, he’s just a very honest person.

I NSPIRATION - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Before meeting you, Jean was constantly in a crappy mood, usually taking it on Eren more than anybody. He was also quite a flirt, not a serious player but like annoyingly flirty.

After meeting you, he calmed down a little. He swears it wasn’t because of you or anything, but his friends say otherwise.

J EALOUSY - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

I wouldn’t say it’s often, but when people neither of you know start getting a little too close, he does get jealous.

He’d probably try keeping it to himself, but communication is a big thing in your relationship so he does let you know. At least after he intimidates the person by wrapping his arms around you and kissing you in front of them.

K ISS - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Jean is a great kisser, at least he is when you both get past the shyness and awkwardness of the first stage in the relationship.

Despite how much of a flirt he was before meeting you, you were probably his first kiss. So you can guarantee he was a stuttering, blushing mess when you pulled away after the first kiss.

L OVE CONFESSION - How would they confess to their s/o?

I talked about this in another post!!

M ARRIAGE - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Jean definitely wants to marry you, and he would know that from pretty early on in the relationship. Waking up by your side after you stay the night just isn’t the same, he wants to wake up and call you his wife/husband/partner.

He would want to plan the most cliche date, a fancy dinner, maybe a movie, before going someplace important to the both of you where he would pop the question. However, he just can’t wait. He’ll probably wake up beside you on one of those mornings, and just ask you out of nowhere.

N ICKNAMES - What do they call their s/o?

Of course he calls you the common ones like babe/baby, mostly in a joking manner. When he’s seriously being all lovey-dovey, it’s nicknames like sweetheart, princess/prince, angel.

O N CLOUD NINE - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Jean, when in love, is so obvious about his feelings. He’s always blushing around you, he has a hard time speaking to you clearly, and he stares at you in such a loving manner.

He expresses his feelings through actions, as he’s a believer that actions speak louder than words! However, that doesn’t stop him from also reassuring you with words too, as he understands that some people need to actually hear it.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

At the start he’s fairly shy, not doing much when others are around. But when you two grow comfortable with each other, and he knows whether or not you also enjoy pda, there is no stopping him from straight up kissing you in front of other people.

He’s also the type to always be holding your hand when you’re out and about. He’s such a touchy boyfriend, always wanting to be touching part of you in some way.

Q UIRK - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

This dude can cook. Having spent a lot of time with his mother growing up, he picked up on a few things from her.

A lot of your dates are just staying home, enjoying meals that Jean makes for the two of you.

R OMANCE - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Jean is a huge romantic. But he’s constantly torn between cliche dates and creative ones. You go from dates where you draw each other at the park, to fancy dinner dates and a movie.

S UPPORT - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Jean calls himself your no.1 supporter for a reason! Whether it’s staying up till 2am to help you study, or running errands for you in his free time so you don’t have to worry about anything other than your goal. He’s there for you every step of the way!

T HRILL - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

I personally feel like when you fall into comfortable routine, Jean loves it the most. But if you want to spice things up, it’s not like he’ll stop you.

U NDERSTANDING - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Jean knows you pretty well, he’s good at reading people. When you’re getting to know each other, he takes notes in his head about things you like and dislike, and probably never forgot them.

If you’re in a bad mood, he can tell just from a simple text, and you can bet he’s already on his way to pick up your favourite sweet food.

V ALUE - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Like I said earlier, Jean is absolutely in love with you. So the relationship means a lot to him, especially since you both were friends before anything began to take a romantic turn.

If Jean listed the people in his life, it would be his family at the very top of the list, followed by his friends: lucky for you, he counts you as his family.

W ILD CARD - A random fluff headcanon.

Jean rides a motorcycle. He has a car too, sure, but whenever he picks you up he takes the motorcycle. He knows it’s dangerous in comparison to a car, but he likes the security that comes with having your arms around him when riding.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Jean is very very affectionate. If you’re together at either of your apartments, there’s no way you’re not cuddling. He’ll be complaining about having to let you go even if you only need him to so you can go to the bathroom.

Y EARNING - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Jean hates it when you’re not around, whether you’re super busy or you’ve just gone away for a little, he hates it.

He likes being around you even if it’s in utter silence, so you two often FaceTime while just going about your daily night time routines. He probably watches you for a minute or two if you fall asleep on call, and he doesn’t hang up until the next morning.

Z EAL - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

I think Jean would go to great lengths for the relationship in terms that he would branch out of his comfort zone just to understand you a little better.

If a bad fight broke out between the two of you, and he realises that he’s being just a little too stubborn, he would let go his pride and be the first to apologise in fear of losing you. It says a lot, because he’s not usually like that. Typically he lets things cool down a little before trying to apologise.

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