#quiet confidence

[sparklingssamihayes]

Just showing up for myself 🖤

[thegentlemanschronicles]

She knows.

[nonefrancesca]

Soft light, strong presence.

[pfdr75]

Be a gentleman, be classy, understand your role.

[milkcloudy]

Trying it on…💃

[after4ever]

A moment I didn’t expect. I think they took a photo of me.

they watched from the car

i wasn't dressed for attention. i wasn't walking like i owned the world. i was just… me. music in my ears, vape between my fingers, phone in hand — a quiet rhythm in a parking lot kind of day.

but then — two women. lingering. watching. not leaving.

i glanced once. then again. and then... her phone lifted. aimed. held there longer than it should’ve been. was that a photo? of me?

i looked up. directly. and something shifted. her surprise was soft, like a curtain fluttering. caught in the act — but not ashamed. just... stunned that i noticed.

and for a moment i felt like the center of someone else’s story. a stranger’s favorite scene. a face worth remembering.

i don't know what they’ll do with the photo. but i know this — they left long after i did.

[aventurineswife]

I am unfortunately obsessed with the blind old man we call Welt Yang 😔

Could I request a fic with a reader who is really quiet and reserved around other people, yet is somehow the most talkative person known to mankind when they’re alone with Welt? Like the minute everyone else leaves the room, they’re immediately rambling about their day or something they like. If not, that’s totally fine, I can see how this is kinda vague

I’m also here to compliment your writing because oh my god you’re one of the best writers on tumblr??? coming from another HSR x reader blog so I don’t really know any writers in other fandoms but whateverrr

“You Hear Me Like No One Else”

Summary: Welt has always observed your quiet and reserved nature aboard the Express. Though you rarely speak in the presence of others, once alone with him, you become the most talkative person imaginable. As the crew leaves for the night, you eagerly begin to share the details of your day, revealing a side of yourself that only Welt has come to know. Despite your hesitation, Welt reassures you that you’re not a burden and that he enjoys listening to you. Through these late-night conversations, you two develop a deeper bond built on trust, understanding, and shared moments of quiet connection.

Tags: Welt x Reader, Comfort, Slow Burn, Mentorship, Fluff, Character Development, Bonding, Quiet Confidence.

A/N: Hehe, thank you!! It means a lot to me, especially coming from another HSR x Reader blog 😭🥹💖

Welt had always been observant. It was second nature to him, a skill honed through years of navigating both intergalactic crises and the complexities of human nature. That’s why he noticed you immediately.

You were quiet. Reserved. Always listening, rarely speaking.

On the Express, the crew had come to understand your quiet nature and never pushed you to speak more than you wished. Himeko would offer warm smiles, March would chat animatedly without expecting much response, and even Dan Heng, reserved as he was, could only nod in mutual silence with you. It had simply become a fact of life aboard the Express: You weren’t much of a talker.

At least, not until the room was empty.

The first time it happened, Welt had been seated in the lounge, sipping his tea as the others slowly filtered out, leaving only the two of you behind. He hadn't expected much—perhaps a simple "goodnight" before you retreated to your quarters. But as soon as the door slid shut behind March and the others, something shifted.

You exhaled sharply, then turned to him, eyes bright with excitement.

"Okay, so you would not believe what happened earlier today."

Welt had barely set his tea down before you launched into a full-speed recounting of your day—the strange creature you saw outside the window, the book you found in the archives, the bizarre dream you had last night that somehow involved a sentient teapot leading a rebellion.

He had listened, utterly fascinated, as you transformed from the quietest member of the Express to the most talkative person he had ever met.

It became a pattern after that.

The moment the others left, the floodgates opened. Your voice filled the space between you and him, your hands animated as you spoke, words spilling out like a dam that had been waiting to burst. You spoke of trivial things and profound thoughts alike, your unfiltered excitement making even the most mundane details feel significant.

And Welt… found that he didn’t mind at all.

If anything, he looked forward to it.

Tonight was no different.

The rest of the crew had just finished a late dinner, the atmosphere warm and lively. As usual, you had sat quietly, nodding along to the conversation, offering a word or two when prompted but never more than necessary. Welt had caught your occasional glances in his direction, the subtle anticipation in your eyes. He knew you were waiting.

Then, as soon as the last person exited the room—

"So, you know how I was reading that book about lost civilizations? I finally finished it! And—"

You were off.

Welt leaned back, listening intently as you detailed every thought you had about the book, your theories, your frustrations, and—somehow—a tangent about what kind of tea ancient civilizations might have preferred.

He chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he rested his chin on his hand. "You seem rather passionate about this topic."

"I am! I mean, I don’t get to talk about it much because, you know, everyone else is busy with their own stuff, but—" You paused, suddenly self-conscious. "I’m not annoying you, am I?"

The concern in your voice was genuine, and for a moment, Welt simply observed you. You had been so comfortable just seconds ago, so freely yourself, and now you were hesitating.

He shook his head. "Not at all. I enjoy listening to you."

Your expression softened, and something in your shoulders relaxed. "Really?"

"Of course." He took a sip of his tea before meeting your gaze again. "It’s rare to see someone so reserved open up so completely. It’s… endearing."

A warmth spread across your face at his words, and you quickly looked away, pretending to be suddenly fascinated with your hands. "Well… it’s easy with you," you admitted. "You listen. And you never make me feel like I have to hold back."

Welt’s expression softened. He set his cup down, fingers idly tracing the rim as he considered his next words carefully.

"You don’t have to hold back," he murmured. "Not with me."

You looked at him then, truly looked, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, the moment passed, and you exhaled, shaking your head with a small smile. "Well, if that’s the case, I hope you’re ready for another hour of me rambling, because I just remembered something else I wanted to tell you."

Welt chuckled, settling in. "By all means."

And as you began talking once more, filling the space between you with warmth and laughter, he thought to himself—

Yes. He could listen to you forever.

[succulentsiren]

No doubting. No apologizing. No shrinking. Be who you are with total assurance.