#and I mean they both plan to purpose to the other without the other knowing

[igglemouse]

Week 2 ~ Across The Pitch (3.1) ~ Tuesday

My audition victory should have been the brightness of my day, it should have sent me dancing and screaming with joy this morning, but instead I wake with a call from mama and the criticism she has for me.

Checking in, she calls it, but I think we all know its more than that. Mama's love is love expressed through disappointment and most of her morning call is exactly that, a lecture with no purpose other tan to seemingly ruin whatever day I had planned.

"I just don't understand it mija, this whole acting thing. I've always thought you'd grow past it," she tells me, a conversation she's had a thousand times with me, with very little difference.

"And do what, mama? What's so wrong with acting?"

"Must we get into this again?" She acts as if she should be the exhausted one and not me, but at least the conversation shifts into something more normal. The worries of a mother who has a daughter living in another city, if I've done this, if I've done that, that kind of thing. At least its not being scolded for my life decisions.

I'd honestly would rather face these mystical and probably magical gnomes than continue conversating with mama and I have some spring cleaning to do as well. It helps clear my mind and move on from the other parent that helped raised me. She's just...I don't know, she thinks I'm on some path to evil or something. Mama is very very religious and while I understand, truly I do, I'm a believer too personally, but I feel like she is sometimes more against me than for me?

Ah, like I said, I don't want to dwell too much on it. I'll clean, feed little Bruno, and then move on with my day. There's a lot good going on for me!

My little garden also calls to me, promising its own kind of peace along with the aid of the nearly perfect weather. I tend to my flowers with care for just the reason that they deserve it. Nothing more than that.

With it being so nice outside I figured it was also the perfect time to wash clothes and there is some peace to be had there as well. Finally, my thoughts drift from mama to Marco and the moment that we almost shared along with the moment we did share. A rooftop, a hot tub, and the beautiful city of DSV below us, what could have been...what still could be.

The fantasy of that gave me more warmth than the sun...

As far as my diet I've been pretty disciplined. Strawberry kiwi salad has become a go to of mines since it is both nutritous and pretty tasty. The fact is, appearances matter in this industry. You can argue that they shouldn't, that talent is what wins out, but it doesn't. It's unfair, the demands of the business, but they are demands all the same, and so eating healthy and staying in shape is a must.

Maintaining my look is part of maintaining my craft.

Bruno meanwhile has nothing to maintain other than his joy and the energy he brings. Must be nice being a dog, such a carefree life, I would think, such simplicity! Eat, sleep, love, and play, then repeat! I do, for a moment, envy that, but I've read that pressure is a privilege and so I do not mean to back down from it!

And I am ready to handle whatever the industry throws at me and my next assignment is a pharmaceutical commercial. I'll be playing the role of a funny doctor, at least for a few seconds, as that is all that these commercials allow.

Comedy is new to me, I must admit, but it is definitely a skill that could lead to many memorable roles and so to sharpen up on it I try to write my own jokes and just study it a bit. Learning what I can is all that I can do.

A cold front sweeps through the city as evening comes, unexpectedly since it had been so nice and warm earlier in the day. That's fine, at least it came without rain because otherwise my clothes would be wet and soggy and what a disaster that would have been?

And while my day started with a scolding from mama it is my brother who brings some redemption to my family with just how excited he is to be so close to chasing his own dream. He's moved to Windenburg, I think I've mentioned? Far from home but also like me chasing fame. I think he's pretty close to it, the team he plays for has rented him a pretty nice house, by the sounds of it, and it feels like his life too is just starting.

It's funny, the women in my family, my sister and mother, are both unhinged in their own kind of way while the men, my brother and father, have been solid as a rock for me. Oh Watcher, maybe I'm unhinged in my own kind of what but I don't realize it? Let's hope not!

As my day comes to the end Bruno demands just a little more attention. It's bath time, which happens a lot for him since he seems very dedicated to gathering dirt and tracking it all through my little home. I don't mind it, he's only being himself, which is all he can be.

Sometimes, you just have to embrace the mess in life!

Index ~ Next

[bluerosefox]

Hospital Rounds

hmmm a Dead Serious prompt idea.

So I see there has been some buzz of Damian maybe following in more of his grandfather's footsteps (And I mean Thomas Wayne not Ra's al Ghul) and becoming a doctor. (apparently he's been volunteering at the hospital)

What if, he does.

And what if during either his time volunteering or becoming a an actual doctor he meets Danny, who despite having a quick healing factor, got taken to the hospital when one of his coworkers at the shop he works at (maybe bad! Fenton's and Danny is living in Gotham doing odd jobs? Maybe he works with mechanics? idk) saw him get hurt and takes him before he can protest it.

The two meet, somehow hit it off, and somehow since then they start meeting even outside their works.

[hamadisthings]

HELP US STOP CHAT CONTROL!

If you live in the EU, you absolutely need to pay attention to what's to come. What is Chat Control, you may ask? In a (failed) attempt to combat child abuse online the EU made Chat Control, Chat Control will result in getting your private messages and emails to be scanned by artificial intelligence aka AI to search for CSAM pictures or discussion that might have grooming in there. And on top of having your private conversations handed to AI or the police to snoop in, like your family pictures, selfies, or more sensitive pics, like the medical kind, only meant to be seen by your doctors, or the "flirtatious" kind you send to your partner, you either have to ACCEPT to be scanned...or else you will be forbidden from sending pictures, videos, or even links, as said here.

Kids should absolutely be protected online, without question, but the things that Chat Control gets wrong is that this is a blatant violation of privacy, without even considering the fact that AI WILL create tons of false positives, this is not a theory, this is a fact. And for all the false positives that will be detected, all of them will be sent to the police, which will just flood their system with useless junk instead of efficiently putting resources to actual protect kids from predators.

It also does not help that politicians, police officers, soldiers etc will be exempt from Chat Control if it passes. If it's for the sake of protection, shouldn't everyone get the same treatment? Which further prove that Chat Control would NOT keep your data of private life safe. Plus, bad actors will simply stop using messenger apps as soon as they know they're being tracked, using more obscure means, meanwhile innocent people will be punished by using those services On top of this, the EU also plans on reintroducing Data retention called "EU Going Dark". Both Chat Control and EU Going Dark are clear violation of the GDPR, and even if they shouldn't stand a chance in court, its not going to prevent politicians from trying to ram these through as an excuse to mass surveil European citizens, using kids as a shield. Even teenagers sending pictures to each other won't be exempt, which entirely goes against the purpose of protecting kids by retaining their private photos instead. Furthermore, once messaging apps are forced to comply with Chat Control, the president of Signal, a secured messaging app with encryption, have confirmed that they will be forced to leave the EU if this is enforced against them.

If Chat Control also ends up targeting any websites with the option of private messages, you better expect Europe to be geo-blocked by any websites offering such function. I would also like to add that EU citizens were very vocal in the fight against KOSA, an equally bad internet bill from the US-- and it showed! Which is why we heavily need the help of our fellow US peers to fight against Chat Control too, so please, because we all know if it passes, the US government will take a look at this and conclude "Ooh, a way to force mass surveillance on citizens even more than before? don't mind if I do!" It's always a snowball effect.

KEEP IN MIND THE EUROPE COUNCIL WILL LIKELY VOTE ON CHAT CONTROL THIS 19 JUNE OF NEXT WEEK TO SEE IF IT WILL ENTER TRILOGIES OR NOT. Even if it does enter Trilogues, the fight will only be beginning. Absentees may not count as a no, so it is crucial that you contact your MEPs HERE, as well as HERE, and you can also show your support for Edri's campaign against Chat Control HERE.

You can read more on Chat Control here as well, and you can find useful information as to which arguments to use when politely contacting your MEP (calling is better than email) here, and beneath you will find graphics you can use to spread the word!

YOU CAN ALSO JOIN OUR DISCORD SERVER (linked here) TO HELP ORGANIZE AGAINST CHAT CONTROL NON EU PEOPLE ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO JOIN TOO!

https://discord.gg/FPDJYkUujM

PLEASE REBLOG ! NON EU PEOPLE ARE ENCOURAGED TO REBLOG AS WELL CONTACT YOUTUBERS, CONTENT CREATORS, ANYONE YOU KNOW THAT MAY HELP GET THE WORD OUT ! Let's fight for our Internet and actually keep kids safe online! Because Chat Control and EU Going Dark will only endanger kids.

PLEASE REBLOG! NON EU PEOPLE ARE ENCOURAGED TO REBLOG AS WELL CONTACT YOUTUBERS, CONTENT CREATORS, ANYONE YOU KNOW THAT MAY HELP GET THE WORD OUT !

Let's fight for our Internet and actually keep kids safe online! Because Chat Control and EU Going Dark will only endanger kids.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Thank you for answering my beach continuation question! If you don’t mind, I do have one more request!

I’ve finished watching Saiki K recently, and I was just wondering how WB! Reader’s life would go if they had Saiki’s powers. Realistically, it’d be torture hearing their thoughts before and after they go yandere, but I imagine they’d just teleport to get away from them.

SAIKI K!READER: Who is obsessed with everything and anything sweet, from coffee jelly to chocolate to cookies to donuts to cake? You have a real sweet tooth. It's never going down. You'd practically do anything pudding, being a part of the batfam means constant spoiling. So, if you're hungry for something sweet, they're not afraid to drop their whole bank account in front of you.

SAIKI K!READER: Tries to act nonchalant and uncaring, but deep down is a big softy who's actually very sweet and caring when it comes to their friends and partners. They refuse to let their guard down in front of the bats; you'd rather die than let Bruce hug you. You teleport all the way to Nicaragua to escape Dick's constant cuddling. You hiss at Duke if he gets too close, but you'll instantly melt if Conner pulls you into a hug or if Cassie holds your hand. You say you don't care, but the second they pull away, you come running back. The bats are crazy jealous.

SAIKI K!READER: Who on purpose reads the bats' minds just for fun but then realizes they'd rather not? They're literally making plans on how to catch you off guard. Tim has a whole thought-out plan on how to hug you without you teleporting away from him. In his head, he's thinking of every single possible outcome, and it's honestly kind of creepy. Just imagine: you smell something sweet coming from the kitchen, and it's Barbara making you something to eat. You read her mind just to make sure she doesn't have a secret plan behind it. She does: "Maybe if they enjoy these sweets I made for them, then they'll finally let their guard down, and I can rub it into Dick's face how they love me more than everyone else." You're leaving the kitchen immediately.

SAIKI K!READER: Reader doesn't like to talk out loud, so they literally just use their telepathy to communicate. You accidentally scared Bart while using your telepathy to talk to him. In addition to that, the leader and Miss Martian have a cute, weird little relationship where you both have inside jokes using each other's telepathy. During meetings, you guys just randomly start giggling, and you're kind of happy you have somebody to talk to in your head. You can't really hide anything from her, and she can't hide anything from you either. It's kind of fun, but also a bit weird because she occupies your head a lot without you knowing. You can be in the middle of messing up a good coffee jelly just for Megan to be in your head like, "Hahaha, fatty."

[girlkisser13]

being married to erik lehnsherr would include

• erik is EXTREMELY protective of you. he uses his powers subtly to ensure your safety, like redirecting bullets or stopping potential threats without you even noticing.

• when you’re driving he will use his powers to move a car over if he thinks that they’re drifting into your lane.

• as his partner, you have a significant role in his plans and strategies. your insights and ideas are crucial, and he trusts you implicitly with major decisions.

• balancing erik’s often ruthless methods with your own moral compass can be challenging. you constantly strive to find a middle ground, helping him see different perspectives while understanding his deep-rooted convictions.

• erik loves to shares his vast experiences from different historical events, giving you a unique perspective on history and the evolution of mutant-human relations.

• being with erik means constantly learning and evolving. he encourages you to hone your skills, whether they’re related to your powers (if you have any) or other talents.

• despite his tough exterior, erik shows his softer side only to you. his love for you is profound and unwavering, and he cherishes every moment spent with you.

• you both enjoy challenging each other intellectually. debates are a common occurrence, and they often end in mutual respect and deeper understanding of each other's viewpoints.

• erik shows his love in small, meaningful ways, like always having your favorite tea ready or ensuring you have a warm blanket when you’re cold, using his powers to fetch things without you asking.

• you both share a strong commitment to the mutant cause. whether it’s through activism, helping mutants in need, or fighting against oppression, your relationship is a powerful force for change.

• despite the constant battles and responsibilities, erik always makes time for private getaways with you. these retreats are a chance to relax, reconnect, and enjoy each other’s company away from the chaos.

• HIM LETTING YOU WEAR HIS HELMET>>>

• the two of you often host gatherings for the mutant community, providing a space for mutants to connect, share their stories, and support each other. these events are filled with a sense of unity and purpose.

• trust is the cornerstone of your relationship. despite the challenges and dangers, you both have unwavering loyalty to each other, knowing that your bond is unbreakable.

• erik respects your independence and ensures that responsibilities are shared equally. whether it’s managing your home or leading missions, you both contribute and support each other’s strengths.

• if you have children, erik is a fiercely protective and loving parent. he’s dedicated to teaching them about their heritage, powers, and the importance of fighting for their rights.

• GIRL DAD MAGNETO>>>

• i mean come on, it’s basically canon that this man is a girl dad. look at the way he treats wanda and lorna compared to pietro.

• he occasionally shows off his abilities in small, romantic gestures, like creating intricate metal sculptures for you and arranging a metal flower bouquet that never wilts.

• your house is adorned with thousands of metal flowers he's crafted for you.

• he's also made countless pieces of jewelry for you as well.

• he made your wedding ring himself. <33

[iydiamartinx]

THIS MEANS WAR III

Dick Grayson x Reader x Jason Todd

divider by: @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto word count: 3.3k synopsis: Gotham’s youngest neuroscience lecturer never planned to get tangled up with two of its most eligible bachelors. Both are determined to win her over—without revealing they know each other… or that they’re vigilantes. But when the Joker takes an interest in her, things get a whole lot more complicated. a/n: I'm not fully sure how I feel about this chapter, since Jason is surprisingly tricky to write, but I hope you all enjoyed! warnings: attempted mugging & sexual innuendos

GOTHAM STREETS

You hadn’t stopped smiling since you left the bar.

You tried. You really did. Kept your head down, hands buried deep in your coat pockets, boots tapping out a steady rhythm against the uneven Gotham pavement. But every time your mind replayed something he said—or the way he looked at you when you teased him—your lips tugged upward like they were betraying you on purpose.

Dick had surprised you. In all the best ways.

You’d expected someone charming, maybe a little smug—he was too attractive not to be at least a little aware of it—but what you hadn’t expected was the ease. The comfort. The way conversation flowed like you’d known him longer than an hour. How he actually listened when you spoke, even when your words slipped into science—what Milo liked to call your “brainiac voice.” And not only did he keep up, he added to it. Challenged you. Made you laugh so hard at one point you nearly choked on your wine.

And then there was the way he looked at you. How he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention—like you were someone worth listening too. Worth knowing.

You’d been on your fair share of dates—most forgettable, some mildly scarring. But this one… it felt different. Effortless. Familiar in a way that made no sense. He asked questions that weren’t filler. He listened like he cared. And when you’d said goodbye, he’d looked at you like he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

Truthfully, neither were you.

But you’d insisted on walking home alone—claiming it was close, which, technically, it was—though the real reason had less to do with distance and more to do with needing air. The space to process everything. A few quiet blocks to let the night settle over you before reality crept back in and your logical brain kicked down the door.

It was foolish, maybe—letting one good date stir up that much hope. You weren’t that girl. You didn’t do that. Even with Jake, it had taken a handful of dates (and a bottle of wine) before you’d started to soften. But with Dick?

It had been effortless. Like your heart had skipped the part where it’s supposed to check for red flags.

God help you, but you already kind of wanted to see him again. That was terrifying.

You turned into an alley—a shortcut toward your apartment. You were still buzzing from the date, your thoughts spinning, smile lingering like a stubborn echo. So much so that, for one foolish second, you forgot where you were.

This was Gotham. And rule number one?

Never take an alley after dark.

You didn’t see him coming. One shove and your back slammed into rough brick, the breath knocked from your lungs. A hand clamped over your mouth before you could scream. His breath reeked—alcohol, smoke, something foul and rotting—and the cold press of metal kissed your throat.

“Stay still,” your attacker hissed. “Or I’ll cut your pretty neck.”

Your mind screamed to move, to run—but your body froze. Just for a second. And then the fight kicked in. Old instincts reared up, you weren’t going down like this.

You forced your body to go limp, pretending to give in. Waited. Just until his grip eased. Then, with everything you had, you drove your knee into his groin.

He let out a strangled noise—somewhere between a groan and a wheeze—and stumbled back.

You ran.

Made it halfway down the alley before his hand caught your arm again. You spun, adrenaline lighting you up, and punched him square in the face.

“You bitch!” he snarled.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady,” a deep, distorted voice drawled behind you.

Your attacker froze.

You felt it—the shift in the air. Watched his expression drain of colour.

“Hood,” he stammered. “It’s… it’s not what it looks like. I swear—”

The knife clattered to the pavement as he raised trembling hands.

Red Hood emerged from the shadows like a walking threat. Boots heavy, twin pistols holstered but clearly visible at his sides. The red helmet gleamed under the flickering alley lights, tilted ever so slightly. Unreadable.

“I saw what it looked like,” he said, voice smooth and mechanical through the modulator. “And I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it didn’t look like a misunderstanding.”

The man stammered. “I—I didn’t touch her, man! She hit me first!”

“Oh, poor you,” Red Hood said dryly, already reaching for him. “Bet that’ll sound real convincing when your jaw’s wired shut.”

He grabbed the guy by the collar and slammed him against the opposite wall—hard. The man whimpered, sliding down like a sack of garbage. Dazed. Bleeding. Breathing. 

Red Hood swiftly zipped tied him for the police and then he turned back toward you, and you instinctively took a half-step back before freezing mid-motion.

That helmet turned.

“You alright?”

You blinked, adrenaline still thundering in your chest. “Define ‘alright.’”

He paused. “Still breathing. Upright. Capable of sarcasm. You’re fine.” His tone sharpened. “Which means you can tell me what the hell you were thinking. Who walks into a Gotham alley at night?”

Your spine straightened. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t just wander into places like this unless you’re actively trying to get mugged,” he snapped, jerking his head toward the man slumped nearby. “You wanna end up dead in a gutter or are you just new here?”

“Oh, I’m sorry—should I have teleported home instead?” you snapped, heart still racing. “It was a shortcut. That’s it.”

“A shortcut?” he echoed, like it was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. “Congratulations. You shaved off what, thirty seconds? Was it worth the knife to the throat?”

“I didn’t know he was going to be there!”

“You never know,” he bit out. “That’s the point. It’s Gotham. Rule number one: don’t go out in the dark. Especially not in alleys.”

“I’m not stupid,” you growled, fists clenched at your sides.

“Then start acting like it.”

The words hit harder than you expected. You flinched, breath catching.

He paused, chest heaving slightly beneath the jacket. For a moment, the alley was silent but for the distant hum of the city. “You were lucky tonight. That’s all it was. Next time, maybe I’m not here. And maybe someone worse finds you.”

You stared at him, fists clenched, cheeks burning. Not with fear—but with embarrassment. Frustration. Fury.

“I didn’t ask for a lecture,” you muttered.

“No,” he said flatly. “You asked for a shortcut.”

“Asshole,” you spat.

“Sure. Call me the asshole when I just saved your ass.”

“I had it handled.”

That made him laugh—rough, humourless. . “You had it handled? Right. I showed up just in time to watch you get handled into a wall.”

You stepped forward, eyes blazing now. “Yeah? And I still got out of it. I kneed him first. Clocked him too. Or did you miss that part while playing Gotham’s angriest knight?”

He tilted his head, helmet gleaming beneath the alley’s flickering light. “That’s cute princess. You want a medal for being half a second away from a news headline?”

“No,” you snapped. “I want to not be treated like some helpless idiot because I had one bad night. You don’t know me.”

There was a pause—charged and electric.

“I know enough,” he growled.

You raised your chin, defiant. “Then you should know I don’t take well to being talked down to. Especially not by a guy hiding behind a helmet and a complex.”

He stilled. Just for an unnoticeable moment.

You weren’t afraid of him. Not the guns. Not the name. Not the reputation.

You stood there, furious and unshaken, like he was just another guy off the street who’d pissed you off. Not a vigilante. Not Red Hood. Just a man with too much attitude and a helmet to hide behind.

Normal civilians got scared. Normal civilians said thank you and rushed home with shaky breaths and adrenaline still spiking.

What the hell was wrong with you?

Because you weren’t scared. Not even close.

“God, you’re infuriating,” he muttered.

“And you’re annoying.” You folded your arms. “But here we are.”

Another pause.

The tension between you didn’t fade—if anything it seemed to thicken. 

He didn’t move. Neither did you.

Finally, he stepped back, retreating into the shadows.

“Go home, smartass,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes, crouched to grab your fallen purse, and muttered a string of creative insults under your breath—but when you looked up, he was gone. And yet… you felt him. Somewhere above. Watching.

He didn’t stop watching until you were safely inside your building.

This was your first encounter with a Gotham vigilante—and man, was he an asshole.

Jason had just watched your infuriating ass disappear into your apartment complex—because apparently, Gotham shortcuts were death traps and you didn’t believe in better choices—when his comm crackled to life.

“How was the date, dickhead?” Jason muttered, eyes fixed on your building.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Dick replied, voice disgustingly bright. Jason could practically hear the grin.

Jason grunted. “Answer the question.”

“It was great.”

Jason snorted. “No way.”

“I’m serious,” Dick insisted. “Smart, funny, terrifying—in a good way. Total knockout.”

Jason’s brows furrowed. “Terrifying in a good way?”

“She roasted me and quoted serotonin receptor pathways in the same sentence.”

Jason blinked. There was a beat of silence where he genuinely didn’t know what to say. Then one corner of his mouth twitched upward behind the mask, and his eyebrows arched slightly. “…Kinky.”

Dick barked out a laugh. “Right? I think I’m in love.”

Jason groaned, dragging a hand down his masked face. “You say that every time someone tolerates you for more than twenty minutes.”

“This one didn’t just tolerate me—she mocked me with clinical accuracy. It was like foreplay for my ego.”

Jason shook his head, lips twitching again despite himself. “I hate you.”

“She also said she doesn’t do second dates often.” Dick went on, more thoughtful now. “So naturally, I begged like a man with no shame.”

“Which you are.”

“Exactly.”

Jason leaned back against the rooftop ledge, one boot resting on the low brick barrier, eyes still trained on the window across the street. His voice shifted, lower. “So… you’re really doing this?”

There was a pause, just long enough for Jason to hear the sincerity settle into Dick’s tone. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I just know I want to see her again.”

Jason didn’t respond. Didn’t need to. The pause stretched, heavy in its own way, until Dick broke it.

“So what’s got you in a bad mood?”

Jason exhaled through his nose and tipped his head back slightly, gaze dragging upward toward the Gotham skyline. The clouds above were thick and dark, hanging low with a threat of rain. Sirens whined in the distance, their sound warping slightly in the wind.

“You know the usual,” he muttered, “beating up scumbags, saving civilians, keeping the streets clear for romantics like you.”

“Aw,” Dick cooed. “So chivalrous. Anyone ever tell you you’re a real catch?”

“Only in your dreams.”

Dick snorted. “Seriously though—bad night?”

Jason hesitated, gaze flicking toward the apartment window he’d just seen you walk past, you’d made it to your place safe. “Let’s just say Gotham delivered its usual charm. Creep with a knife, a civilian with a death wish, and me playing babysitter.”

“You alright?”

“I’m fine. She’s fine. Dumb as hell, but fine.”

“Dumb?”

“Took a shortcut through an alley. Alone. At night.” His jaw flexed, the muscle ticking hard beneath the edge of his helmet. “You do the math.”

“Oof,” Dick said, wincing audibly. “She’s lucky you showed up.”

Jason didn’t reply right away.

From the other end, Dick sighed. “It sounds like a usual night on the job. So what’s wrong?”

Jason’s jaw flexed. “She mouthed off at me,” he muttered, almost sounding petulant. 

“So do you. Constantly.”

Jason scoffed, pushing off the ledge. He began pacing along the rooftop edge, glancing down at the street below. “She told me off, then strutted into her building like she didn’t almost get stabbed five minutes prior.”

Dick let out a low, impressed hum. “…Hot.”

Jason stopped mid-step, turning sharply. “Shut up, Dick.”

“You’re thinking about her, though.”

His hand flexed at his side. He knew exactly what Dick was doing—and worse, he knew he wasn’t wrong.

“I swear to God,” Jason growled, “if you don’t end this call—”

“Okay, okay,” Dick said, still laughing. “I’ll let you go. But I am getting the full story tomorrow. Don’t think I won’t drag it out of you.”

Jason rolled his shoulders, already turning his back to the apartment and heading for the fire escape. “I liked you better when you were getting shot at in Blüdhaven.”

“Love you too, Little Wing.”

The comm clicked off, blessed silence returning to his ears.

Jason exhaled through his nose, slow and measured. He turned back one last time, casting a final glance at your window.

“Infuriating,” he muttered.

YOUR APARTMENT

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, every muscle in your body protesting the movement. Your side ached, your legs were sore, and your back felt like it was body slammed by a bear. God, you really wished your body was sore for an entirely different reason.

You winced as you stretched, muttering curses under your breath. You really should’ve taken Dick home while you had the chance. Whoever said sleeping with someone on the first date was trashy had clearly never met Dick Grayson. That man could charm the pants off someone’s grandma and probably have her baking cookies for him after.

Speaking of…

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and blinked against the screen’s glow. One new message. From him.

“Had a great time last night. Can’t wait to see you again.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the stupid, giddy sound bubbling up your throat as you responded. 

Thankfully, it was the weekend. No lectures. No lab work. No coworkers to fake professionalism around while your brain short-circuited over one man’s text. You had the whole day to yourself, and as you got dressed—tugging on jeans, your favorite coat, and a scarf soft enough to feel like a hug—you already knew where you were going.

First stop: Cafe Nero’s.

Your usual. A buttery croissant and a cup of iced coffee with a splash of vanilla.

Next? The bookshop.

The bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped inside, the warm scent of old paper and fresh espresso instantly curling around you. Sunlight bled through the tall windows, casting golden slats across the hardwood floors and over the scattered reading chairs nestled in cozy corners.

You wandered toward the back, cradling your coffee cup in one hand as you traced your fingers over the spines of new novels with the other. The ache in your side throbbed beneath your coat, a stubborn reminder of what almost happened—but you ignored it. Compared to the fluttering thrill still tucked under your ribs from Dick’s message, it felt small. Distant.

He’d enjoyed last night.

He wanted to see you again.

Now, with a croissant in your stomach and your fingers itching for a new read, the world felt calm again. Almost normal.

“I wouldn’t pick that one.”

You blinked, turning your head—and your eyes landed on a man leaning casually against the next shelf. Thick leather jacket zipped halfway, dark jeans worn in all the right places, and bright, poison-green eyes fixed on you with an expression equal parts amused and assessing. His hair—black as ink with a streak of white at the front—was tousled like he hadn’t planned on being seen today, but his posture said otherwise. Confident. Sharp-edged. Like someone who didn’t mind getting into trouble—or starting it.

“Excuse me?”

He nodded at the book in your hand. “That author’s all hype, no heart. You’ll be disappointed by chapter three.”

You arched a brow. “And you care what I read because…?”

He shrugged, unbothered. “Call it a public service. Mediocre storytelling is a crime. I’m just doing my part.”

You scoffed before glancing down at the book in your hand. “Right. And here I thought Gotham’s biggest crime was murder. Turns out it’s just bad literature.”

He smirked, completely unbothered. “Hey, murder’s messy. Bad writing’s slow, painful, and somehow still legal.”

You blinked. “…Are you seriously comparing my book choice to murder?”

He gestured to the cover, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m just saying—if you’re gonna invest your time in something, might as well make sure it knows how to keep you satisfied.”

“And what do you know about what keeps me satisfied?” The words slipped out before you could stop them—sounding more flirtier than you intended. God. Milo was creating a monster.

His grin widened. “Because I know books. And I know women.”

You studied him more carefully now—the cocky set of his jaw, the glint in his eyes that said he was used to mouthing off and dealing with the consequences. He had the posture of someone who picked fights with the world for fun, and the scars to prove it. Everything about him was a bad boy, through and through. 

He reached over, his arm brushing just close enough to make your breath hitch, the scent of leather, cologne and…gunpowder? curled around you. His body shifted nearer as he plucked another title from the shelf.

“Here,” he said, holding it out. You recognized the cover—it’d been trending online all week. “Strong plot. Sharp dialogue. Main love interest actually has depth… the kind that keeps you up thinking about them even after the book is done.”

You took the book, more to humor him than anything, and scanned the back cover. “And if it’s terrible?”

“Then you can yell at me over coffee. I’ll even pretend to be sorry.” His voice dropped an octave. “But if you’ve read it already, you know it’s a good pick. And if you haven’t—you’ll thank me for introducing you to it.”

You glanced up at him, “Well, I have read it.”

His smirk widened. 

“And I agree—it wasn’t bad,” you said, slow and coy. “But it’s not her best work. Not even close.”

You state watching as his smirked faltered. 

“You picked it because it’s trending. Vaguely steamy with enough grit to make it look deep when it’s actually just shallow fiction in a leather jacket. Compared to her earlier stuff? It’s second-tier, if we’re being honest.”

His eyebrows rose slightly—whether from amusement or disbelief, you weren’t sure.

“And,” you added, stepping into his space, “it says a lot about a guy who picks the easiest option without doing his homework. Because if you really knew anything about women—or me, in that matter—you’d know I’m more than capable of picking out my own damn books.”

Jason stared at you, momentarily stunned.

You set the book neatly back on the shelf and grabbed the one you actually came here for. “So, no. I’ll pass.”

Then you turned, heels clicking against the floor as you walked away, fully prepared to leave him behind in the dust of his own misplaced confidence.

“Wait—hold on—” he started.

“I’m sure you’ll have better luck next time, paperback Casanova,” you tossed over your shoulder, not breaking stride. “I’m sure there’s a girl out there who’s impressed by leather jackets and surface-level charm. Try aisle three.”

And with that, you disappeared down the row.

Then he exhaled a disbelieving laugh. Sharp. Breathless.

“Holy shit,” he muttered.

He wasn’t exactly a womanizer—not like Roy, who’d mellowed out a lot since Lian was born—but he’d never been shot down that fast, or that hard. 

You were infuriatingly attractive, all wit and spine, and it pissed him off how badly it worked on him. He really shouldn’t be wasting his time chasing after you —and yet, here he was. Standing in the middle of the aisle like an idiot wondering how the hell he was going to get a second chance. 

You were something he hadn’t realized he was missing lately.

A challenge.

And he couldn’t resist a good challenge.

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[hannahsturniolo]

ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ

Warnings: Smut, p in v, riding, car sex

Summary: you went with Matt to visit all his family in Boston, and all of his extended family was at the house visiting, so you and Matt were stuck sleeping on the couch which means you couldn’t really have alone time, so you had to get creative.

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You and the triplets were flying out to see Matt’s family today. You were so excited to see Mary Lou and Jimmy. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them. You were really close with Mary Lou, she was going to be an amazing mother in law for you one day. Anytime you’d go to Boston, you’d go on a shopping spree with her, and go get your nails done and all the fun girly things she never got to do with the boys growing up.

Mary Lou was hosting a big get together at their place with family and friends from all over. People would be flying in from different states. Some of these people you’ve never met before since they were such distant cousins and other family members. There was going to be about 25 people in this house, staying the week. You were going to be in Boston for the whole week.

Matt had to give up his bedroom to his grandparents so we ended up sleeping on the couch for the whole week.

Before we left for Boston, you and matt hadn’t had sex in about 5 days since there was just so much going on, plus you were sick so you didn’t feel like having sex.

The 5th day in Boston, and the 10th day without sex was driving you and Matt crazy. You’d sleep on the couch together every night, but really couldn’t do much since Chris was on the other couch next to you. Matt would tease you every night. The lights would be off, and you’d feel his hand caress over your clothed pussy, and you’d push his hand away to stop since you didn’t want to get caught.

The 6th day you could not take it anymore. It was just after dinner, everyone was eating pizza, and laughing and having a good time. You were sitting beside Matt at the table, and you felt Matt’s hand move up your thigh. You jolted at the contact.

“Are you okay?” Said Nick.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine- I just- felt a random pain in my side.” You replied with rosy cheeks.

“Weird, I hope you’re okay” said Mary Lou all worried.

“I’m okay” you said with a smile.

Matt’s hand was still rubbing up your thigh close to where you needed him the most.

You were wearing a skirt, so he could easily slip his hand up there. But you couldn’t let him. There is a ton of family here.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom; I’ll be right back” you said as you quickly got up and walked to the bathroom upstairs.

You texted Matt.

(Pink is you, blue is Matt)

Are you kidding me Matt? Infront of your family?

I’m going crazy baby. I need you.

I need you too. I’ve been craving you like crazy.

We’re going to make an excuse later, after dinner that we’re going to the store to get snacks.

Ohhhhh car sex Matt?

Yeah baby let’s do it. That’s the plan

You came back downstairs, and sat back down in your spot beside Matt. Matt gave you that smirk he does that drives you crazy.

You and Matt finish up eating dinner.

“Okay mom, I’m gonna go to the store, we’re gonna get snacks for maybe a movie night tonight, do you need anything?” Matt asked Mary Lou.

“No, I’m okay thanks… actually maybe some sour patch kids” she laughed.

You and Matt hurried out the door.

We both sat in the car and looked at each other. Matt looked at you with such lust, and reached over to the passenger seat giving you a soft passionate kiss.

You felt the throbbing start between your legs.

You pulled away.

“Matt! at least wait until we go somewhere else that’s not the driveway” you laughed. “They’ll see us through the window.”

As you were driving, not really knowing where we were going to go, Matt had his hand on your thigh, hand going up your skirt.

“Matt..” you moan.

He reached up to your clit, rubbing gentle circles on it.

You purposely took off your underwear before you left for the store.

You spread your legs out, letting him do his thing.

You could see him rock hard through his grey sweatpants.

“Baby, look an empty parking lot.” You pointed.

He took his hand away from your clit, and you groaned at the loss of contact. He never pulled into a parking lot so fast.

He put the car in park. He put his seat back as far as it could go. You took off your seatbelt and jumped over into the drivers side straddling him.

You started passionately kissing him. Sloppy kisses because of how horny you both were. He started moving to place kisses all down your neck. You moaned at the contact to your neck.

“I’m so excited to finally be able to do this” he whispered.

You could feel his clothed boner underneath you. You started to grind back and forth. He reached his hands down to your hips to guide you.

“I need you Matt” you moaned out. “I need you right now.”

“Just wait baby, we need to take in this moment. It’s been a while, let’s take our time.” Matt whined out.

You started to make out again. Hands going all over each others bodies. Matt lifts up your shirt.

“No bra, huh?” He whispers.

You giggle into his kisses.

He starts to play with your tits, moving his thumbs over your nipples.

You moan in Matt’s mouth.

“Matt- please. I need you right now.” You say tugging at the waistband of his jeans.

Matt gives in.

You move your body up off of his while he pulls down his jeans and boxers.

You were wearing no underwear under your skirt so it was perfect.

You lined his dick up with your entrance. Matt was placing sloppy kisses down your neck.

You sank down, and put all of Matt in you. You took in a second to realize this is finally happening. It’s been 10 days and you’re going crazy.

You start moving up and down on Matt’s dick, leaning down to kiss him as he leans back in the seat.

His hands rub up and down your back.

“You are so wet.” He said putting his hand down underneath you to rub your clit in small circles with his thumb.

When he started circling his thumb on your clit, you felt an immediate knot in your stomach knowing your orgasm was approaching.

“Matt- I- I’m really close” you moaned out.

“Already baby? You really needed me didn’t you?” He laughed.

You laughed and shook your head.

“Yup, I’m going to cum babe” you tilted your head back in pleasure. You started to shake on top of Matt.

“Good job baby, I’m almost there.” Matt moaned. Matt was a moaning mess.

Next thing you know you feel Matt’s cum spilling into you. He let out a whimper.

“This feels so good” he said as he was riding out his high.

You gave Matt a passionate slow kiss, and got off of his dick. He had tissue in his car which he wiped you with to clean you up. You fixed your hair, pulled down your skirt while Matt pulled up his pants.

“You ready for round 2 baby?” Matt joked.

You looked over at Matt laughing.

“Your family is going to wonder where we are. We still need to stop for the sour patch kids for your mom, and potentially snacks for us” you laughed. “Tomorrow we’re making up an excuse and coming out here again for round 2” you winked.

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I hope you guys enjoyed. 🥵

[writesvani]

say you remember — min yoongi

idol!minyoongi x writer!reader

strangers-to-fwb-to-strangers-to-lovers

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SUMMARY: You don’t expect much when your eyes meet his across the café-bar—just a fleeting glance, a moment that should mean nothing. But then there’s another look. And another. Before you know it, you’re tangled up in something that isn’t love, isn’t commitment—just an escape wrapped in late-night encounters and whispered goodbyes.

It’s fine. Until it isn’t.

When feelings start creeping in, you both decide to walk away before things get too complicated. It should have ended there. But fate has other plans. When your friend starts dating Jungkook—his best friend, his bandmate—you find yourself face to face with Yoongi once again.

The past lingers between you, heavy and unresolved. The question is—was it ever really over?

TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, fluff, smut, age gap (8 years), strong language, explicit content, YEARNING, cursing, arguments, substance use (alcohol and cigs), miscommunication, jealousy, fwb dynamics, unhealthy coping mechanisms, sexual tension

word count: 10,2k + more soon!

ꪆchapter index୧

— chapter one: no room for love

— chapter two: drowning in the silence between us

ꪆdrabbles + extras୧

— your eyes tell (pending...)

— love is not over (pending...)

I do not own Min Yoongi, BTS, or any other publicly known figures (I wish, but sadly, life doesn’t work that way). This is purely a work of fiction—meaning Yoongi is not actually out here making bad decisions in café-bars (that we know of). This is not an accurate representation of Min Yoongi or his real-life personality, actions, or relationships. All events, interactions, and characterizations are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only and if Yoongi ever reads this—please look away bestie.

all works published here are created by me (@writesvani on tumblr). i own all rights to my original works, including any written content, original characters, and plotlines. copying, redistributing, translating, or posting my works on any other social media without my explicit permission is strictly prohibited. all rights reserved.

[mejaemin]

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untitled - yoon jeonghan, choi seungcheol

18+ mdni !!! wc: 0.9k summary: sometimes it’s just too hard to wait until you get home… warnings: poly relationship (jeongcheol x reader), jeonghan x reader focus, car stuff, fingering (f rec), masturbating? (jeonghan), oral (m rec), slight dom/sub dynamics (dom!cheol, switch!han, sub!reader), not proofread! lmk if i missed a warning an: my first poly fic…. and ofc i had 2 include my husband in it 😛😛 !!! this was not planned at all btw.. i wrote this just now in like 3 hrs

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“cheollie, we can’t wait anymore..” you whine, tugging at jeonghan’s hair as he sucks love bites into your neck.

he sighs, growls almost, taking a second to glance up at you both in the rearview mirror. “you will.”

jeonghan leaves a long, thick stripe of saliva all the way from your collarbone to your jawline, roughly groping your tits over your thin, low-cut dinner dress. you’re starting to regret the decision to wear it without a bra when his fingers pinch at your nipple, sending burning hot electricity between your legs.

he pulls his mouth away from your skin to address seungcheol. “or what?”

“or neither of you are cumming for a week.” he says simply, although if anyone were in the passenger seat, they’d know how much he’d be torturing himself as well.

jeonghan’s smile is cunning as he stares at your boyfriend, simply shrugging before turning to you. “i don’t mind.” that’s a total lie, all three of you know it, but it’s fun to make cheol think his authority doesn’t work, he’s said to you before.

suddenly, compared to the passion before, jeonghan’s movements are slow as he pulls the bottom of your dress over your hips. it didn’t take much, the dress so short it might as well have been a shirt, another reason why his advances couldn’t wait.

his fingers brush over your underwear, rubbing into the fairly large wet spot. “you like this, don’t you angel? being so bad gets you wet, hm?” he teases, biting at the skin on your jawline as your thighs trap his hand in between them.

he pulls your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cold air. he coats his fingers in your wetness, dragging them up to rub slow circles against your clit. “i wish i could taste you right now..” he murmurs, breath tickling your ear as his hand dips lower, a finger sliding into your entrance. “cheollie wouldn’t like that, would he? me eating you out in a moving car?” you both take a second to glance up at him, and his gaze is hard as he stares at the road, foot letting off the pedal to avoid speeding in his frustration.

“hannie…” you whine, rolling your hips into his hand, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

he dips his head down to kiss you, short and sweet, a big contrast to your current situation. his clean hand pinches your cheek, “what is it, baby? not enough for you?”

you shake your head, reaching between your legs to grab his wrist, forcing his finger a little deeper. he coos, wordlessly adding another before finally moving with a purpose. typically, he’d make you ask for it, but the landmarks outside the window are getting to be a little more familiar, meaning you both should rush a little before seungcheol can get out of the car and handle you both.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, curling his fingers rather than thrusting, pressing the heel of his palm into your clit. you moan, voice a little wobbly, desperately grinding into his hand. he moans into your ear, and you open your eyes to see his other hand, roughly pressing into his bulge. when he notices that you saw him, he winks, pulling his cock out to jerk himself off while continuing to please you.

every time the car comes to a stop, you see cheol’s free hand reach down to palm his own boner, eyes screwed shut at the feeling. at one point someone behind him had to honk the horn when he got too distracted. seeing him so affected by you two is so fucking hot, so much so that you can already feel yourself nearing your limit.

“gonna- gonna cum, hannie..” you gasp, muscles tightening and hips twitching.

he nods, humming into your skin, pulling away with an extremely flushed look of his own. “go ahead, baby.. it’s okay, cum on my fingers.”

you look at him, and his eyes are heavy as he looks down at you, lips parted as short gasps escape them. looking a little lower, he’s still stroking himself, with a vigor similar to the pace he’s set for you. all it takes is one last glance at your other boyfriend, seeing his red cheeks and evident sexual frustration for you to break.

your back arches impossibly high, loud moans ripping through the silence in the car. not that he had much of a choice, but jeonghan’s fingers still inside of you, your cunt gripping them with everything you have. your thighs are twitching, closing his arm between them as you hump his hand to ride out your high.

jeonghan is right there with you, rambling nonsensically as he fists his cock. you know he’s close, hearing it in the way his voice cracks, so you rip his hand away and take his length in your mouth. he still hasn’t gotten access to his hand, so his other one grips your hair, as he cums, whining as the hot liquid spurts down your throat.

after a few seconds, you pull his hand off the back of your head, sitting up to catch your breath. the car is parked, and that’s when you notice that you’ve finally gotten home.

seungcheol unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to you both. jeonghan laughs at his face, looking both extremely pent up and angry all at once. the older rolls his eyes, pulling his hand from between your legs to clean his fingers off, eyes rolling back in his head at the taste.

he then pulls away, getting out of the car and going to open your door. before you can get up, he bends down to be eye level with the two of you, “if either of you get up and i see a mess on that car seat, i’ll fucking kill you both.”

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svt 🏷️ @coquettejunnie @prettymoles

[punksocks]

Astrology Observation: No.24 (18+ Only)

No minors! Adults only pls

Just based on my opinions only take what resonates

-Water moons/mars are the most likely to just say they love you during s*x (they may mean it too !); Can happen to fire moon/mars too but they may not mean it after the moment; Earth Moon/Mars will not be saying anything without planning well in advance (Earth moon AND Mars, you will not catch them slip lmao); I’d assume Air Moon/Mars would be the most likely to tease the other person(s) and say just about anything but I love you

-Venus aspects to Mars/ Taurus/Libra mars/ Venus and/or Mars in 2nd could really enjoy dressing up in lingerie and setting up a s*xy atmosphere in general (and your partner would enjoy this too !)

-1st/2nd /7th/8th house Venus, Scorpio Venus, Venus conjunct Pluto/ sometimes 12th house venus you may get compliments on your genitals from people during s*x (like told you have a pretty p*ssy lol yea fr)

-1st /8th house mars, Aries mars, Scorpio mars/Mars conjunct Pluto/sometimes 12th house mars would also be this for those in their masc energy (instead of pretty someone might admire the aggressive look of your junk instead)

-Imo the easiest sexual partners to discuss boundaries and such with will be partners that have easy (conjunct/trine/Sextile) mars aspects to your Mercury and/or moon

-I know we’d assume that mars in 8th is the most s*xual but I’d argue that mars in 12th is also super s*xual. Intimacy tends to be heavy on the mind, and there’s a higher chance of mirroring s*xual energy back to others. Especially if the native acts out of their masc/mars energy

-i’d think Aries, Leo, and Scorpio mars would be the most into their partner being SO attracted to them they can’t keep their hands off of them and/or finish too fast (least likely with Scorpio unless you’re just really over stimulating them, most likely with Aries- the most veracious Aries mars go rounds imo)

-I’d argue and assume that air mars/3rd house mars are spacing out the hardest during s*x, and I bet it’s not on purpose (just bouncing between thoughts and coming back to what’s going on)(also if you keep their attention, you’re doing something right)

-Water mars could mean you sleep around for emotional validation (…Imma say it… cancer mars has the strongest chances lol)

-I think your Venus and mars together can show if you’re more of a sub or dom imo (like if they’re both cardinal you’re probably a dom, if they’re mutable then you may be a switch/sub, and if they’re fixed I’d think you’d be hard set on being a sub or dom — and then results may vary depending on the combination of signs and how much of your feminine or masculine energy you act out of.)

-I think Scorpio Venus/Mars makes someone more dominant in s*x than Aries mars/Venus imo (they’re not here to win, they’re here to posses you- that’s so intense man)

-Understated praise kink placements? Virgo moon/mars. They need to hear praises for how well they did or they’re gonna overthink it. Libra/Taurus mars also would like this. And Venus square/opposition Mars would too in a tell me how much you want me sort of way (it makes them feel really desired)

-Tumblr ruined me bc now every time I look up a dudes birth chart and see Sagittarius mars/Jupiter positively aspecting mars I’m like damn, do they just have bde or actually have a big d*ck and I feel bad for guessing lmao but now it’s so automatic

-Strong Lilith placements (1st/7th/8th/10th) can show guys pressuring you to perform their like shadow side fantasies (which is not cool, because where’s the consent? We always need to discuss things beforehand and map out a plan otherwise it’s skeezy behavior -unless you’re into being surprised but even then lol)

-Gemini placements (the big 6, but especially mars) make you louder in bed. And more open to trying new things and switching up positions.

-5th house synastry is really s*xy and fun. Some of the best dates and relationships imo. It also allows you to open up and experiment in a way you never have before. Can keep a long term relationship exciting as well depending on the overall synastry. (Be careful bc this is the pregnancy overlay too oml)

-I think north node in 5th can (depending on the sign and aspects ofc) can point to indulging in the senses, partying, breakin hearts and hookin up a bunch— especially if you’re unbalanced/still learning to balance this with your south node energy

-(in sing songy voice) Scorpio synastry is someone telling you s*x with you makes them f*cking crazy (No they are not kidding ! Lilith synastry is this on steroids but it feels more like you’re lighting this fire in the more masc person - and they’re afraid of burning imo (I’m not singing any more lol)

-I hold to the fact that Lilith in 1st/7th/8th/10th can make someone jump into bed with you way faster than they usually would even if they have like an earth or water mars, if you have Lilith synastry with them this is amplified

-Masc folks/Men with Taurus and/or Cancer in their big 6 (especially mars/venus) are very attracted to women/femmes that are curvy and have an hourglass figure. Aries placements tend to be attracted to athletic figures. Leo placements are likely to jump at figures they find attention grabbing. Libra/Scorpio placement men are more likely to be attracted to figures that they’re socialized to find s*xy. I find that Sagittarius/Pisces is the least likely to have a set type. Aquarius and Gemini are also pretty dependent on personality and conversation skills.

[calypso-apologist]

ahem... do you also have Telemachus nsfw alphabet that you're hiding or? if not make one pwease

Telemachus NSFW Alphabet ♡

Template by @/the-coldest-goodbye.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very cuddly. He tries to keep snacks and some wine around when he plans to have sex to make sure you can enjoy it afterwards, but usually you two just lay together, either falling asleep or just looking at the ceiling as you talk.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His? Probably his hands. He likes exploring your body, seeing how you react to his squeezing and dragging his fingertips along your body.

Yours? Your lips. Your soft, sweet, teasing lips. He loves your lips so damn much. The way they feel against his skin, the way they taste against his own... It means so damn much to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually a few thick blotched at first, followed by a short almost watery stream.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

On several occasions, Telemachus woke up in the middle of the night because of how intense a wet dream he had was. Of course, you were the main star of said dream. Sometimes he wakes up leaking pre-cum and he just... you know, finishes it with his hand. Sometimes he wakes up already after orgasm. He usually can't bring himself to look at you the next day, he's too embarrassed.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolutely none. You're his first. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing, he's just kinda trying things and observing your reactions to figure out what's good and what isn't. He's a quick learner, though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl.

He has very little experience in general, so he relies on experimenting and trusting you. And if you take charge? If you ride him? He loses it. Completely. Don't get me wrong, he will still do his best to learn how to get good, but having you in charge just... does something to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in trying to keep you happy. He'll make jokey comments about what he's doing just to hear you giggle and see that fond eye roll you would always give him when he was acting like a dumbass. Plus, it gives him some more time to try and figure out what the hell he's supposed to be doing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has relatively not much body hair. Don't get me wrong, he's not hairless in any way, but it's not exactly a lot, either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very. His parents are both hopeless romantics, what do you expect? Of course having sex with you is pretty much a religious experience for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not exactly often, maybe twice or thrice a month when he feels pent up but doesn't really want to bother you. He usually tries to pretend it's your hand, though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Did they invent pegging yet?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed. He's a simple man.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just... flash him. Accidentally. Or on purpose. If he catches a glimpse of any more intimate areas of your body and he can feel the blood rushing both to his face and his... other head.

He'll try to calm down most of the time, since he doesn't want to make you feel overwhelmed by him getting horny in any way (in his defense, he's been forced to live with the suitors for a while now, so he kinda views most aspects of showing interest in anyone as too much because he's scared of being like them), but if you actually communicate that you'd like to do something together, he's on cloud nine.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

CNC or anything that would imply lack of consent or violence of any kind. Choking, spanking, restraints, it all goes. He wouldn't want any of it done to him and he can't bring himself to do any of it to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's very insecure about giving oral. To the point where he will try to avoid it for the longest time. Once he does finally decide to face his fears (don't worry Telemachus, I'm scared of genitals too/j), he is so painfully innocent about it that it almost hurts.

Telemachus cannot, for the love of him, do it "properly", though. It's usually mostly kitty licks or small kisses, so at most, he just uses it as foreplay. You don't have the heart to do anything about it, it's adorable in a way.

But what about receiving? Well... he's delightful about it. Honestly, it's like it does more for him than regular sex. He gets louder, whinier, clingier... Hell, he might even tear up. This man's biggest weakness is his dick in your mouth and I think that's beautiful.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and a bit unsure the first few times. Once he gains a bit more experience, it's still rather soft and slow because he wants to make you feel as loved as possible. The only time he picks up the pace significantly is when he's getting close to orgasm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No. He's a romantic, he believes it has to be done properly instead of just a fast one and then acting like nothing happened! There needs to be foreplay and aftercare and then you fall asleep in each other's arms! He believes sex to be meaningful, and in his eyes, quickies take away from it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not very risky. He gets too embarrassed at the idea of being caught of messing up. He'll try new things, sure, but you cannot convince him to try anything risky. He's just too pure for that. There is very little actual experimentation there. Sure, he experiments to figure out what you like, but nothing too intense.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

About two rounds, maybe three if he really tries, but he needs small breaks between each round. They're not exactly long, but not embarrassingly short, either. Though he does have a tendency to cum prematurely.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope. No toys. Nothing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Literally incapable of being unfair. He'll try, but he's way too easy to fluster. Which means that if you tease him back, he just can't do it anymore. Also, again, since the suitors mock him a lot, he has a warped view of teasing and he's worried about going too far.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries to be quiet. And most of the time, he fails. He's a loud whimperer. And every once in a while, his moans get pretty loud. Not loud enough to be heard from outside the room, but loud enough to make him embarrassed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Replacing it with a song I associate with the character for no particular reason again because I hate this letter and I never know what to put there. This one really doesn't make sense tbh, but hey, it makes me think of Telemachus.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Five inches soft, gets up to five and a half when hard. Slightly thicker than average. Not very veiny, but you can kinda see a vein on the underside when he gets hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I mean... he's not a very horny person. Sure, he likes having sex with you. A lot. But it's not a driving force in any way. In fact, he'll kind of just... scold himself internally if he catches himself thinking about you sexually for too long. Again, the suitors have really impacted how he looks at those things.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

My boy is eepy as fuck afterwards. He's awake just long enough to make sure you're okay and then to find the most comfortable position that lets him cling to you for the night. After what, he is out like a light.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I want to hear what you have to say about batmannnn!! Tell us gatorboy

Absolute Batman Bruce Wayne relationship headcanons 

I've only read 6 of the released issues, and I have only read the absolute Batman issues, so this uses those as inspo.  

I had the thought of writing something, where the reader could be Bruces mega rich boyfriend benefactor, so if y'all like this Bruce, let me know. 

I get a feeling from reading the comics, that this Bruce has no Brucie Wayne persona whatsoever. Hes the dark and gritty Bruce who does what he thinks needs to be done, even at his own detriment. 

Dating him would be difficult and a lot of work. We know from the average Bruce, that emotions aren't his strongest ability, expressing and accepting them at least. 

That wouldn't be different with this Bruce. Growing up like he did means this Bruce is a bit more casual and looser, since he didn't have to grow up as the last Wayne. But, he would still have a hard time expressing anything and everything. 

I could see you guys getting in a relationship in two ways.  

The first is that you are a part of his childhood friend group, and like the others, you didn't let Bruce become buried in his grief and misery. Maybe you were even more insistent than the others, and you guys have been dating since you were preteens. 

Or you are another crime fighter. Selina already exists in this universe, so you couldn't be his Catwoman. Maybe you could be his Ghost-maker instead. 

Absolute Batman is already more willing to be violent, as we seem him chopping people's limbs off and stabbing people through their bodies, so having someone like Ghost-maker around wouldn't put him off as much as main Bruce. 

Maybe you guys met through training, like main Bruce does with his Ghost-maker. Except, training for you guys is manual labor around the city. You can sense that you both have a purpose and gravitate towards each other. 

It doesn't matter too much how you guys start dating, though Bruce would have a much easier time with someone he grew up with in many ways, but also struggle in others. 

With someone he grew up with, Bruce doesn't need to say many of the things he's feeling because you already know, and you know how to treat him. 

But he also fears hurting you so much more, he would try to distance himself because he thinks its best for you without asking you first, like he's been seemingly cutting his other friends off. Especially if you don't know he's Batman. 

With a fellow crime fighter, Bruce has a harder time expressing his innermost feelings and trauma, as he wouldn't want to be weak or show weakness. But he doesn't need to hide his true plans and intentions from you. 

Either way, you would have to at some point sit him down and give him a conversation. You love him, you really do, but he can't keep shutting you out like this. 

I think any Bruce would be hypocritical, in the way that he would want to know what you are feeling all the time, and would keep track of you, but wouldn't share his own. 

But, I do think this Bruce actually does emotional conversations more, so he would actually listen to what you are saying, especially if you tell him its over if he doesn't. 

Bruce is never gonna be an overly emotional guy, at least on the outside. On the inside he's all feelings, terrible stabby heavy feelings, but he never wants to put those feelings on you. 

After the conversation though, Bruce would start trying harder to be present. You know opening up for him is like pulling teeth, but he tries.  

Maybe you guys make a system out of it, when hes feeling horrible but cant put it into words, then he can write it down.  

Or if he just needs to be comforted, Bruce will come to your place and put on the extremely oversized hoodie you own just for you (cuz this guy is almost 7 ft...) and just lay down with you. Be it with his head in your lap, or beside you. 

I think Absolute Batman is the type of guy to always bring you gifts. All Bruces I think can be like that, but this Bruce doesn't do massive expensive gifts, he can't afford that. 

Instead, its small things like pretty flowers he picked on the way home, a treat from the corner store, or a pin he bought from the lady who makes them herself and sells outside her house. 

Absolute Bruce feels like he would be a complete furnace. Normal Bruce gives cold hands and feet, but this Bruce gives heating system. Its great in the winter, but in the summer its hell. 

Bruce is more vulnerable in his sleep in this universe. He hasn't had all these years to suffer and become so paranoid that a minimal noise has him snapping to awareness. 

Plus, getting to sleep beside you puts him right to sleep. Hes the little spoon 95% of the time, because he makes him feel secure and protected. 

He also feels like the type of person who curls up and pulls the blanket over his head, trapping you guys inside a little pocket. It becomes unbearable extremely quick, but he loves it. 

Absolute Bruce would also love for you to lay on top of him and sleep, like his own personal weighted blanket. I don't think any Bruce care too much about how you look or how big or small you are, he just likes the pressure and weight. 

This Bruce knows how to cook. Hes not a master chef or anything, but his mom taught him everything he knows, and there's gotta be some dishes he mastered. 

He overplans date nights. Like, his childhood friends think it's embarrassing how much work he puts into it. Bruce will pull them all into the plan like it's some kinda heist, he's even worse when it comes to anniversaries. 

No matter your past with Bruce, Martha will love you, and so will his friends. They're all just so happy that Bruce found somebody who loves him so much and can pull him out of his slump and grief. 

You have Martha's seal of approval, and she is the kind of mom who's like “so, when is your boyfriend coming over for dinner?”, she's great and it pleases her to see Bruce all flustered and happy for once. 

She will sit you down and show you all his baby pictures if you guys didn't grow up together. If that's the case, then she already knows you and loves you even more. You are still shown the pictures. 

I just think this Bruce could actually keep a relationship for the most part unlike normal Bruce who puts so much into being Batman. 

This Bruce hasn't been Batman for long, so it isn't his entire being, and he has a support system that keeps him Bruce and you whom he loves and wants to be with. 

Hes just your big emotionally constipated man, huge, scary but soft when it comes to you. And yeah, it helps that he's so damn strong when you wanna be thrown around. Its great. 

[sojumimi]

又 : loving you again ──── 西村力 (니키)

SYNOPSIS : where two meet as strangers and then become friends, but then one leaves the other behind, and that they are strangers again... will they mend their relationship to become friends again or even something more, or would they leave everything as they had left it?

COUPLE : high school student!ni-ki x high school student!reader to ➤ ???!ni-ki x ???!reader

GENRE : romance, slice of life, reality check, and a sprinkle of angst [maybe a little more than a sprinkle, but you know what i mean], slow burn!!

BEFORE READING : the story starts out when both ni-ki and the fmc/fl [female lead/female main character] are in high school, it’s a bit of a long start before they meet again, cause like you need development and plot ㅠㅠ ⋮⋮ face claim of the fmc/fl [female lead/female main character] is only for imagery purposes only!! in no way shape or form am i shipping her with ni-ki! ALSO FYI TIME WILL NOT MAKE SENSE- I didn't think this through guys ㅠㅠ

WARNING : vulgar language, and kys/kms jokes will be made, and some maybe nsfw jokes

CAST : enhypen members, leehan [bnd], sungho [bnd], eunchae [lesserafim], myung jaehyun [bnd]

STATUS : on going

STARTED : 20250330 @ 23:11

ENDED :

ꜱᴏᴊᴜᴍɪᴍɪ : my first SMAU and I think my storage is dying 哈哈哈哈, and plot may not be plotting, please bear with me ㅠㅠ

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CHAPTERS :

01 im sorry what, now?!

02 why. why would you choose that-

03 research

04 group hangout (not)

05 fracture, dumb shit happened

06 who the hell is that?

07 planning?

08 cafe date!

09 disaster

10 looking after a man child, only for tutoring ofcourse

11 oh- she's mad

12 arcade

13 results, shedding happy tears

14 group study session?? and more injuries

15 all nighter #grumpy yn

16 exam season midterms, finals, and ap exams

17 more all nighters

18 extra circulars

19 collage aps

20 bowling? youre a bowl???

21 that’s gay

22 ate night gathering

23 crushes, teasing, getting love from hyungs

24 k-tv, #sunghoon and sungho embarrassing moment

25 summer plans

26 news

27 letters and sobs

28 did she delete her account?

29 gone, she’s gone?

30 graduation

31 starting again ( time jump second year of university)

more coming soon...

reminder all chapter titles are subject to change! <3

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Neil Perry SFW Alphabet . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Aw finally a post for our favorite Puck. Let's get into it.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is so sweet. He's the sweetest boy you've ever met, and it shows each time you spend time with each other.

He shows his love through gift giving; buying you notebooks before you even asked just because he knew you've ran out of paper (he found this out by taking a peek at your desk when he visited you), finding floral hairclips at the store just to buy them for you because he thought they'd look "just heavenly" on your hair (lol).

He's lowkey obsessed with making you look like a Shakesperean dream. To him, you are already — but looking the part? Ohhhh boy, you'll get him breathless. And I'm talking about greek stolas, medieval wear, all that good stuff.

Accompanies you on errands (yes, he's big on quality time.) You probably cycled your bicycle around town to find some newspapers to read, and he'd be there with you. Either walking along, or riding the bike while you sit tight and hold on at the backseat. It's just so romantic.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

So annoying lol.

It's only fair since he visits you so often, but he'd find any — and I mean any — excuse to be with you. Maybe he'll say to his father how he's got homework (which he's probably smart enough to not need to be tutored by the girl across the street from his school), or he'll use the recreation time provided by Welton to plan anything with you.

Honestly, he's too much of a romantic to not be so obvious about it.

He might not tell his parents yet until he's ready because as far as he can allow it, to them you're just his "extremely good friend (for now)". But to his friends, he makes it clear as day — no matter how much he attempts to deny it.

They just know someone like him won't be going out for three hours without clear purpose, okay.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

HE LOVESSSS IT OMG.

Girl give this man a hug. Many hugs. Deep, devoted hugs with the sweetest kisses.

Any of you who volunteer to love on this man with faith, the entire fandom will THANK YOU because at least now he knows someone has true faith in him.

Kiss his hair, kiss the side of his mouth, kiss his forehead. He loves it all. There's no such thing as too much affection with him

If you're in public, he'll settle for holding your hand. It shows others that you're his.

If you kiss him in public, though, he probably won't be as good at kissing you back. He gets far too red, far too quickly. It emits that stifled, giddy laugh he always does.

Hold on to his bicep. It's his favorite thing in the world. Makes him feel in charge, like he's your husband or something. He eats that UP.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

YESSSSSSSS. (lol)

Almost to a fault since he's the rushing type. His dream, even if he hadn't realized it as strongly before he got inspired by Keating, is to love and be loved.

Slipping a ring on your finger is just the cherry on top then ^_^

Neil loves you. He loves imagining a future with you, the present with you, and how different his past would be had you been there for him and near him.

He kisses you so gently each time that he wishes no more for you two to have your own space, to have your own privacy, to love without the meddling of others (including his parents.)

That being said he is... not too good at cooking with a recipe.

He's amazing at doing individual tasks, though, we have to give credit to that. Neil helped his mother out in the kitchen often already, so he knows how to cut, slice, mix, blend. All that. He probably knows how to make a good stew, but you have to watch over him and guide him over the recipe or he'll accidentally knock over the food processor.

He's a clean guy, okay. Both to himself and his surroundings.

Neil irons his clothes himself, he steams them even, he washes them, he sweeps and wipes his dorm. You'll be satisfied.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I SEE YOU ANGST LOVERS BEING SNEAKY WITH THIS LETTER

Thank you, next.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's gonna roar at this lol.

Like,,, really quick. Right after school. A maximum of a year.

He's just ready to treat and commit to YOU, okay... like please let him build a home and life with you.

His parents would expect that he settles down with a nice girl too, so having you is a blessing to them.

Speaking of their conventionality and conservativeness, Neil would probably find it so relieving if you do want to marry him just as quick.

Give this man kids y'all.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

♡o♡ He loves you. No question about that.

You know how he has big hands? He says their purpose is to hold yours when you almost trip after trying to manouver around a big oak tree.

That's your hangout spot btw lolz.

He always gives you those puppy eyes when he's admiring you, resting his chin on his arm when you're doing something.

Neil smiles wider when you poke his nose and nuzzle it against his.

Yeah, pretty self explanatory.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

They're warm, loving. It feels like home, like safety. He's so broad and tall that hugging him feels like a weighted blanket.

You love it most when he's rested against you when you both fell asleep after reciting Romeo and Juliet with each other.

He hugs you like you could dissipate from him any second; with desperation, a little bit of insistence, and a lot of devotion.

Sigh.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This is adorable.

Neil saw you, his "best friend" (whom his parents already approve of, so thank goodness for that peace), sitting on his second play; a proud beam on your face and clapping the loudest applause.

It's only possible that he got to participate in it to begin with because you convinced his parents during dinner that theatre could "provide as a stress relief" for him before he entered Ivy League.

At the end of Hamlet, he pulls you onstage and kisses you in front of everybody. Yes, even his buddies.

He gave you his biggest bouquet full of carnations, delphiniums, lilacs, and pomanders and latently (not so much) declares you as his.

You can't help but agree since he's been the love of your life even before you've both verbally admitted it.

He kisses your temples right after, a show of gratitude, and whispers those words you've only heard in your dreams. Everyone's never been so proud of him. You're his success.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ohhh yikes. This one is interesting.

He does. LOLLLLL

Let's say you've married (YAYY omg), and you've settled down for quite some time. Maybe a year or two. He's your loving husband, and you're his delightful darling wife.

One day, he got an invitation for a reunion (yes, at Welton.) You both attend and all went well, but there was a reason why he didn't tell anyone outside of the Dead Poets about you while you two were in high school.

You're pretty. So, so pretty. All he's ever hoped and dreamed of — and apparently others too.

There's a reason why he grasps your shoulder closer during the event when his other classmates came to say hello.

It's less jealousy and more protectiveness.

He's your knight in shining armor and he needs to know you keep viewing him that way :( even while others might not believe so.

But he's awesome, so a little rub on his chest and a nice "I'll get us some hors d'eouvres, darling? I know how much you love the raspberry tarts ^_^" gets him all settled

And a bit smug, let's not lie.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh, this is soooo ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

He cups your jaw and caresses his thumb there, and he kisses you like a promise. Like he's going to war.

Don't be surprised. You literally married a theatre kid.

Neil makes sure you're both somewhat secluded, be it under a sycamore tree or by the corner of the library shelves, and backs you up before kissing you like he'll be the only one you'll love for eternity.

He loves to be kissed by his knuckles. It makes him feel so mighty and brave. Don't ask me why, it's a man thing. Lol.

Sometimes he'll bury his face on your neck and hug you from behind. You two will share stories and he'll be content just guarding you there.

Sigh. Love.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Neil loves them. Finds them especially adorable if you were the one to interact with them.

He's especially good at handling his baby niece. She's just two years old, but she calls him 'Ni-ni' each time she visits his parents' home.

They almost always make him babysit her when the parents are downstairs eating or just talking, and he always has such good fun.

He's an imaginative man, so he'll go out of his way to read a story to her and make funny noises until she cackles in her little voice and tumble backwards.

It all changed when you came into the picture.

He doesn't wait until he gets told to take care of her now — no, he offers himself to the position.

His parents love inviting you over for dinner or for thanksgiving and other holidays if you're not back at your parents' place, so he'll bring his niece to you and you'll both take care of her together.

It's the most fun he's ever had.

Let's say he'll probably talk about having kids that exact same night. Just entertain him. He's having a moment.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Once you're married, he probably works quite early. So you'll help fix his breakfast and he'll kiss you on the forehead, and while you're cooking, he'd tell you how gorgeous you are, how he's so happy to have you there, and how he's going to write you in his next playwright.

He groggily insists you should stay home beforehand, but both of you know you two are far too carpe diem-ish to sit still and do nothing.

You spend the day doing activities with the other in mind and heart.

Such a lovely routine.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Assuming he works long hours, by the time he's home you're both already tuckered out.

He mumbles something incoherent and slips behind to hug you like a grizzly bear preparing for hibernation

You just giggle and remind him to change and wash up first, since you've gotten a bit more sleep while waiting for him to return.

Neil pouts when you prompt him to get upright, but he eventually caves when you kiss him with the promise of more affection when he manages to change his clothes and get a nice wash.

Then he goes down to lock up everything before you two go off to peaceful slumber.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's the type to prefer the attention to be just around the both of you in the beginning.

He generally avoided talking about things surrounding his home life, or other things that revolve around that.

Once you've become familiar to one another and you assure him, with great vigor, that whatever he's been through or will go through in terms of family ties won't deter you from the relationship, then he'll open up.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's only ever angered by principle. If injustice is committed, if the people he cares about ever gets into trouble or unjustified danger, or something unfair ever happens.

He used to bottle it up and just say 'forget about it,' but you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms and berated him there and then.

Ever since, he's seen his anger as not a form of rebellion, but as an expression of care and genuine passion.

"If my love that envelops you is one of good passion, then I don't doubt that my rightful anger should be any less than."

Read that in his voice because yes, he said that.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's a poet, baby.

Yes he does.

Even the way your fingers move in tandem when you wash your hair does not get missed out by him.

He's not perfect, though, and he knows you prefer him this way; he forgets your friends' names. Lol. I have to say it. Unless you mention them a lot of times or they're seen like 24/7 with you, he won't be able to tell who they are.

Everything else, he associates with you though. Like to him, your favorite color is his definition of you, your favorite flower is you. You become everything he's remembered about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Ah, love.

He remembers the moment you first declared your feelings for him, backstage when everyone has started to go home.

He stayed a while to talk to you with the excuse of taking off his costume and makeup, but you stayed there.

You sat on top of the vanity, swinging your legs as you looked up to him with sparkles of admiration in your eyes.

He leaned closer, savoring you. He didn't want to kiss you yet. Neil just wanted to make sure you're there, you're his, and that moment was shared just between the two of you.

His greatest dreams of love had just been declared into fruition, and he couldn't have been happier.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

The first bit of this has already been answered so the second part it is.

He does it way more to you, but anytime you do it back, he finds it soooo ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ when you step up for him.

Like the time you had to convince his parents? Or that one time you snapped back a snarky retort at Charlie for teasing him? Ooh boy. Gets him going.

He just likes the feist in you, okay.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This is the sweetest thing because tell me he wouldn't absolutely write a journal's worth of poems for each of your birthdays.

He has the money to buy you trinkets and he would, like heart-shaped pendants, flower promise rings.

But he also loves to put in effort for the DIY gifts. I'm talking about scrapbooks with the photo of you two together, complete with the lipstick kiss mark you've left on his old notebook, torn neatly and stuck to the journal with some patterned tape.

His concept of love is to go all out for his beloved. In this case, you ♡☆♡ ^_^

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I'm gonna be so real...

He is such a crybaby when he's sick.

He'll go all out with the sniffles, the red nose and the coughing.

"Honey, come on. Please :(( I can't grab it myself," as he feigns reaching for the flu medicine. He hides himself under the pillow and whines for you.

You dated and married a theatre kid. Don't blame me for his dramatics.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh, man lol. Boy has his self perception changed since he's met you.

"Honey, don't you think I look just as divine as you are? My arms grew quite stronger," as he flexes in front of the mirror. And he is locked IN to his reflection as he mutters this.

He used to be quite modest about himself, but now he's thrown it all to the side. Thanks to your endless compliments and praise that he let into his head!

"Darling, won't you hold the mirror for me, please? Need to look my best as your man."

You smack his arm with a hearty laugh before you two go out. He loves it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's a lovely, mature, and sane man.

Secure attachment is all I'll say.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Let me just mention a couple of out-of-context phrases he'd say to you.

"But I wanted those bags of candies!"

"You promised to stay" (yes, he is guilt-tripping you. he does that often with his puppy, brown eyes)

"I love the way you smell. Honey, you're just as good as pie."

Like dude alright you're smitten leave all of us be.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He has an unspoken (yet often expressed) disgust about porridge.

Yes, he eats it when he's sick because he couldn't possibly have said no to his mother. But yes, he does gag a number of times when she isn't in the room because of how awful the texture is.

If he's sick, just make him soup. He wouldn't ever tell you if he doesn't like your cooking, but for the sake of his stomach.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Y'all r gonna laugh so hard but he's a drooler.

Like he drools and he curls up like a humbug.

It's okay, just put a napkin on top of his pillow and the problem will be solved.

You won't be able to deny his bear hugs anyway and you love him too much so.

You'll live.

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[catscidr]

// how genshin men would kabedon you //

i. note — im stuck in bed because of cramps help me i wanted to be productive today but i can't Write Good…… so i wrote something self indulgent silly to get my mind off of the pain instead _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _ ueue ii. cw — fluff/crack, gn!reader, suggestive if you squint rly hard, you're shorter than them in the third part for convenience's sake, not rly proofread im melting

standard kabedon with one arm ↳ alhaitham, diluc, zhongli ˎˊ˗

immediately understood what you meant when you asked if he could “kabedon” you. he either he read about it somewhere or it’s just something he picked up from overhearing others talk about it in passing— you’d tease him for being “nosy” if you weren’t so flustered at the sight of him looking down at you with such a straight face.

your gaze travels down from his face, to his neck, to his bicep… close to you… and his forearm… that’s even closer to you… you’re so focused on his strong masculine arm that you don’t catch the slight blush tinting his cheeks.

whew. is it just you or is it getting hot in here?

standard kabedon but with both arms ↳ albedo, xiao, lyney ˎˊ˗

he either knew what a kabedon was already or you had to explain it to him and he… misunderstood a little bit.

or maybe he didn’t. maybe it was on purpose. maybe caging you in with both of his arms was what he was planning all along while you sheepishly explained what a kabedon entailed…!

or maybe he doesn’t want to admit that he zoned out while you were talking because all he thought about was how cute you looked, all flushed and embarrassed. yeah. that’s definitely not what happened. of course not

invades your personal space and backs you up into the wall without even using his arms ↳ pantalone, ayato, dottore ˎˊ˗

he pretended not to know what a was kabedon because’s he’s mean. while you tried to explain what it entailed (while sweating nervously from how hard he was staring at you), he slowly closed the distance between the two of you before you realized just how close he was.

he was taller than you, so he had to bend down at the waist to be at eye-level with you… and the action didn’t help your poor little heart. you could smell his cologne and gods did you feel your knees go weak.

but on the bright side, if your legs give out he’ll be close enough to catch you before you bust your head open! such a gentleman

forget using arms, he’ll use his leg to pin you to the wall instead ↳ itto, cyno, childe ˎˊ˗

why be like everyone else when he can show off instead? you think he might have been a bird in another life because this isn’t a kabedon, it has to be some sort of courting ritual or… something.

at least it’s working, though. your face is flushed, you’re holding back a smile and your heart is racing against your ribcage.

the only downside if that your face is buried in your hands; if it wasn’t, you’re sure your curiosity would get the better of you and you’d end up looking. don’t ask where, you know what i mean

….you kabedon him. ↳ wanderer, baizhu, neuvillette, webttore ˎˊ˗

he either straight up refused to do it or was so utterly puzzled by what on earth a “kabedon” even was that you had to show him.

cue a strained gasp, his brows either raised to the heavens or furrowed so hard he would immediately get wrinkles, and a blush that you would never let yourself forget. maybe you should do this more often.

but be careful, he might turn the tables and catch you off guard to kabedon you someday as payback. oh no! terrible, i know

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Hemlooo could you pls write something for cuba our boy?

Where reader has a tattoo on her ribs but she never told him (or he just never asked) and one day he sees her tattoo and is mesmerized by it and is just a lovesick obsessed bf 😸

BETWEEN THE SKIN LINES

→ Pairing: Pau Cubarsí X fem!reader

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff.

→ Author's note: Pau Cubarsí's parents, let him get a tattoo 🙏🏻

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

It wasn't planned. Like almost everything that made Pau lose his breath—it happened by chance. And that was what drove him the most crazy.

They were in his room, a lazy summer afternoon, windows open letting the heat mix with the muffled sounds of the city. They were both laughing at something that barely made sense, he lying on his side and she sitting on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly scrolling through the playlist on her phone.

She was wearing one of his blouses. One of those he would purposely leave in her apartment, pretending he had forgotten about it. But the truth is that Pau loved seeing her like this: dressed in herself, in the life they shared in silence, without promises, just presence.

They had started dating a few weeks ago — and even with all the familiarity they had from the beginning, they were still in that sweet phase of discovery. Where everything was new, curious, charming. Where even a silly gesture could reveal a whole world of meanings.

She reached for the water bottle, and her blouse—loose, thin, and slippery—rose a little higher than usual. It was in that moment, almost imperceptibly, that his eyes caught it.

Something on her side. Left rib. A delicate black line, hidden beneath the skin he thought he knew so well.

"Wait…" His voice came out low, surprised.

She turned around slowly, confused by his tone.

"What?"

Pau sat up in bed, eyes fixed on her as if he were faced with an ancient secret revealed by mistake.

"That." He pointed with his chin. "Do you have a tattoo?"

She seemed to hesitate for half a second. Too small to say she hid it, big enough to say she never told.

"Yes I have."

He approached as if approaching something sacred. The room fell silent again, as if even the city outside had held its breath.

"Can I see?"

She calmly lifted her blouse, exposing the side. The warm skin, golden from the sun of the last few days, revealed a small, almost shy tattoo: a thin line forming an olive branch, delicate and crooked, as if it had been drawn by hand.

Pau didn't speak. He just looked. Closely. He looked with the concentration of someone who sees art. The black line seemed to have been made to be there, on you — hidden like a secret message that only now was he worthy of deciphering.

"It's beautiful..." He whispered.

"I thought you would laugh."

"Laugh?" He laughed, yes, but it was in astonishment. "Why?"

"I don't know. I never told you. You never asked."

He meant he was too busy adoring other parts of her. That he was always so caught up in her eyes, her laugh, the way she bit the sleeve of her sweatshirt on cold days, that maybe he never noticed what was underneath.

But now that I had seen it… I couldn't think of anything else.

"Can I touch?"

She nodded, and Pau slowly touched his fingers. First with fear. Then with the devotion of someone holding an old, fragile piece of paper, full of valuable words.

He ran his thumb over the line, as if he could absorb its meaning. His eyes dropped to where the skin curved, and he thought of all the times they had been there, one on top of the other, and she had kept it from him. He thought of the way she had let him get close, but there were still mysteries hidden away.

"Why this drawing?"

She took a deep breath before answering.

"Because it is resilient. The olive branch... it survives fire, drought, war. It always grows back."

Pau felt his chest tighten. He was silent for a moment, his fingers still tracing the outline of the tattoo. His eyes lifted to hers, and there was something new there: not just the desire, which was constant—but a deeper, more obsessive, more devoted love.

"That's you," he said softly. "You're that branch."

She laughed awkwardly, but her eyes were shining.

"Corny"

"Totally." He smiled. "But it's true. And now... now I have to live with the knowledge."

"Of what?"

"That you have this here," he pointed. "This hidden art. A part of you I've never seen before. It drives me kind of crazy, you know?"

She looked at him lightly, not understanding the gravity of what she had just caused.

Pau brought his face closer to her ribs and placed a slow kiss, lasting longer than he should have. Then another. And another. As if marking every inch around it, making sure that it was now his too.

"You don't know what you did to me," he murmured against her skin.

"No longer…"

He lifted his face, his warm eyes locking onto hers.

"I love you in a weird way, you know? A kind of... obsessive way." He laughed, but it wasn't funny. It was a confession. "Sometimes I think about you when I'm on the field. Like... in the middle of a play. I get distracted, I miss a pass, I get mad at myself. But I can't stop. You live here." He pointed to his head, "And here." Then, his chest.

She bit her lip, trying not to melt.

"Now you're going to think of me every time you remember the tattoo?"

"I already thought so. Now it's only worse." He laid his head on her lap, facing the tattoo. "I'll never get over this. You with a secret tattoo on your rib cage... that's how you lost me. Now I'm yours forever."

She stroked his hair, smiling silently.

He closed his eyes. And he knew, more certainly than he had ever known anything else, that there was no turning back.

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