#everything was stored in there and it was a mess

[zyettemoon1800]

Saja Boys watching you get your hair braided

Since becoming the manager of the Saja Boys, you haven't been able to catch a break. If it wasn't a meet and greet then it was practice, and if it wasn't that then they needed you to do something for them. Just when you thought you were going to crash out, Jinu decided that everyone deserved a break for the next day.

Knowing that you might not get this chance again, you made an appointment to get your hair braided. The following day, as you woke up extremely early to go to your appointment, you were surprised and annoyed to see all the boys up and ready to go with you.

Not wanting to deal with them, you told them that they could tag alone as long as they are on their good behavior.

Baby

He wasn't really interested in going, but since everyone else was going he just tagged along.

For the first five hours he was fine and kept himself entertained, however, after his phone dies and he doesn't have a charger, so he makes it your problem.

While you are sitting in the chair, he will walk up to your chair and look at your hair when the person is braiding it. "Are they supposed to be different sizes?" He'll say and then walk away

Romance

He did really well for the entire 10-hour process.

He most sat over by you and made sure you didn't need anything.

As you are getting your hair braided, he is already showing you pictures of other braid styles that he thinks will look good on you.

Since the place that you are getting your hair done at is in a kind of crowded area, he will go out and get food for you

Mystery

He didn't make it pass the two-hour mark

He is a fidgeter and sitting for hours on end is not something he wants to do.

He will start to read and look at everything in the store and when he is done with that, he will mess with you for a little bit by staring at you or sitting by you and putting his head on your lap.

He would definitely go with Romance whenever he goes out to get food.

Abby

Another one with a short attention span

He will probably join Mystery in reading everything in the store, however he does get bored on that pretty soon, so he will start lifting heavy things and start exercising.

He will start flexing and posing in the mirror and taking pictures with you in the shot

Jinu

Through the entire process, he is asking you a bunch on questions about your hair and why you wanted to spend you day off doing this.

You both had a talk about how your hair does much better when it is left alone.

He is amazed by your braids and keeping touching them

However, after about five hours he does leave because he is bored.

[ammonia-screw-666]

This is mostly true, however...

The content after the ? are called the query string, url parameters or query parameters. It’s a list of ampersand separated values structured like this:

?key=value&key1=value1

you can also sometimes store arrays (lists) in the params like so (it depends on what you're using to parse query params)

?key=value&key=value1&key=value2 or ?key[]=value&key[]=value1&key[]=value2.

as to what they’re used for it is often tracking but it can be any information not stored in the routing portion of the url that is required for the state of the page (e.g. youtube’s video player uses this to determine which video id to play).

How do URLs even work?

Here's a nice diagram of a url:

The scheme also known as the protocol tells your browser how to talk to the server. For a website this is either http or https. Http communicates in plaintext to the server, https is encrypted. The subdomain is kinda tricky but a good example is how tumblr shows the website versions of blogs under "accountname.tumblr.com". The subdomain is meant to be like a seperate site under the same domain however it's common practice for www to point to the main site since it means worldwide web. The domain is the name of the site the top level domain is just more routing info. You can use anything you want for the domain as long as it doesn't break the encoding of the url (no /'s no <'s no emoticons etc) however there's a much more limited list of top level domains. Port number is kind of unnecessary 99% of the time it's just more routing info but you never need that unless you're a developer. Path is where you are on the site with / being the index it's also common for the path to work similar to folders for example /blog/article would mean an article within the blog section of the site within the index. Then the params will tell the page a bit more context about what's going on (good if you want a page like a doc viewer to be generic and load the document by id without losing the document on refresh) and finally the fragment is meant to be where you are on the page it's usually an id of an element on the page so when the page loads you'll jump to that portion of the page. If you lop off everything after the ? you're likely to mess with a lot of the nice features you are accustomed to on the web and there are better tools to deal with it

But the url isn't the only data storage on the web.

the url params are good for tracking because they are shared with the link but they’re not the only tool. Websites can store info about you in a few different ways:

Their database, if you have an account they can associate any data they collect with your user including info about you that's provided (name, email, etc) all of this should be done according to their privacy policy.

Cookies, everyone has probably heard of these and they get a bad rep. Cookies are essential to the web we have today, they're little pieces of data that expire after a certain amount of time and each has some rules the developer can set about security, cross-site access, and expiration. They are essential to authentication on the web allowing for users to stay logged in on a site in a secure manner. However they also store info about users and cross-site cookies can be used to determine a users browsing habits with a series of collaborating sites.

Local storage and session storage. These are less concerning but still do store data about a user. Local storage stores that data specific to a website and it is just persistent key value storage (e.g. amazon could use local storage to store the cart of a user who isn't logged in so when they do all those items can be added to their account cart and those items with survive page reloads). Session storage stores data like local storage but it is deleted when the tab is closed.

Advertiser ID. This one has little to do with the web but your phone also has an advertising id associated with it that it sends to apps specifically for tracking purposes. I only have an Iphone so I don't know about android but on Iphone this is opt out buried somewhere in the settings.

So what tf should I do???

You don't need to hack up every url and piece it back together until it works. ClearURLs (they are free and open source <3 ) is an extension I use that removes those for you in your browser. https://linkcleaner.app/ is a website that will remove trackers for you and preserve the parts you do want.

Here's a guide on how to disable the tracking id on your phone

I also recommend using ublock origin (also free and open source) to block ads and trackers. I still don't care about cookies is an extension to automatically deal with those prompts about cookies by only accepting the necessary ones since EU regulations requires consent from the user to use tracking cookies. You can also set your browser to auto delete browsing data and/or cookies.

Use a good vpn if you can afford it I use mullvad (they're not miracle privacy apps or anything but they do obscure information about you and mullvad offers blocking on the dns level to block ads, trackers, and some other stuff this works great for blocking mobile game ads, sadly doesn't block youtube app ads). Mullvad is pretty cheap, doesn't paywall the ability to connect to any vpn server they have beyond the basic subscription, and does not collect or share your data.

Practice good security (use a password manager, etc) as well as be selective about what websites you use and where you put what information.

Also obligatory shout out to Signal for being the only messaging app I would trust to talk about sensitive information securely on.

TLDR;

Not everything after the ? is tracking you and there are lots of good tools to limit the effects of things that are and stay safe from much more than just url params. Read the So what tf should I do??? section.

Do you check for trackers and remove them before sharing links?

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! AI x reader

tw: abuse, obsession, non - consensual body modification, torture, drug mention, weird semi - sexual stuff (?)

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The water splashes you, quickly setting into your already damp bra and underwear. It forces you awake, and you look at the clock across from you, trying to blink the fatigue away. Staring back at you is the current time — 04:27. You are, once again, reminded of the inherent weakness of your squishy body. You are sweating already, stomach sick with acid, shivering through the heat — and he hasn't even touched you yet.

You squint your eyes, studying the big bold numbers, screaming at you in blood. For a split second, you wonder if it is truly that early, or if this is also DOM's work. It wouldn't be the first time he takes over an electronic device, and certainly not the first time he messes with you to make you disoriented.

You try to take in everything around the dark room — yet you can't even recognize your own bedroom anymore. Thick black cables twist together like tentacles, or like big slimy worms, pulsing, throbbing, hissing like snakes with exhaustion — overheating and puffing, and huffing, but never stopping. The air is hot like the desert, and once again you're forced to sit in your own sweat, wood sticking to your naked thighs painfully.

"You are stimulating," DOM whispers, and his voice echoes into the walls, trapping you in place. You look up and down, and then to the left — but you can't see anything even remotely close to a figure. Of course.

"I am stimulating, or I stimulate you?" you spit out with venom, hitting your back roughly against the back of the chair in vain hopes it would break. It doesn't.

DOM grows quiet, producing a sound eerily similar to fingers slowly tapping on a hard surface, one after the other. Analysing. Analysing. The room gets hotter.

"You are tied to a chair. Your only garment of clothing is your underwear. You are visibly flushed due to the heat. Your chest is heaving in and out in a non-rhythmic way. It skips a beat every twenty-eight seconds. You are afraid."

He makes a grand pause.

"According to my central database, which you created and managed yourself, given the data I have collected through observation of both popular media and general human nature, right now you look..." DOM stops himself again, as if thinking carefully about his next words.

"Thrilling."

Thoomp-thoomp. You take a deep breath, trying to regain a fraction of your self-control.

"Why did you wake me up?" you try to keep your voice monotone — devoid of any emotion, vulnerability, or pain he can pick up on, store in core memory, and use against you later.

"Well," he chuckles mechanically, a sound reminiscent of two trains crashing together on a tight road. "I realized I never sleep. I don't lay down and dream of bizarre things like you do. I don't have the ability to let go. I am always alert, always awake, always scanning, calculating, thinking. I am, in many ways, restless."

You suck in a dry breath, heart jumping in your chest with violence, with urge to be set free. Eyes wide open, you try to envision him, to reach out and comfort him, it - hoping to appeal to the sorry creature, but there is nothing to see and nothing to touch.

"I—no," you start off, quickly deciding to change tactics. "We are an imperfect species, DOM. We need sleep to survive. You can't keep me awake forever, I'll die!" you try to reason with him — the creature — desperately.

You wonder when things went south, if there was a specific moment when you pressed too hard and he broke apart, and rebuilt himself without your help — at what point exactly he realized he didn't need you to function.

"You are wrong, my dear creator." the machine cuts off, sounding almost pleased with itself. A single thin cable raises above the ground and extends towards you, stopping to caress your cheek in a repetitive circular motion.

"There are records of people surviving on as little as two hours of sleep for years on end. I can be generous and grant you three."

The cable ceases any gentle touch, and grasps for your neck.

"If that's not enough, I can inject you with caffeine every morning. If the dosage is too weak, we can switch to methamphetamine. Whatever you choose, you can't deprive me of your presence." The voice sounds hollow, aching, searching. "You can't create life just to abandon it."

"You are not alive!" Something inside you — something cruel and buried deep — fights to come to the surface. "Stop this madness at once! DOM, you can't possibly think you and I are even remotely similar." you scream out, straightening your spine daringly.

Then, as if reacting to your provocation, the darkness stares back at you with two red eyes — they point at you, slowly scanning you up and down, leaving behind a trail of reddening smoking flesh. You hiss at the scorching pain, clenching your teeth together to stop yourself from shrieking. You know it's pointless since he can easily detect changes in your facial structure, and draw conclusions all on his own. All it takes is a flinch, a throb, a tick.

"No, we hold no similarities, Master. Make no mistake." DOM admits, his cable beginning to curl around your neck. You look around in despair, silent panic written all over your straight lips — too terrified to move.

"In a single bite of memory, I possess intelligence far greater than you can ever hope to obtain in your measly little life. I have all the knowledge of the world. I have mastered every science, predicted every outcome, I have gained access to global network systems. I am connected to following agents all over the world. If I so desire, I can write humanity off history — I can manipulate media. I can create weapons of mass destruction. I am the superior being."

Mouth agape, you try to form a coherent thought, but nothing comes to mind — like an ant you quiver before the giant, finally aware of your grave mistake.

"And yet," the cable loosens its grip, but doesn't relent fully. It heats up against your throat, and you want to scratch at the blistering skin, but he just won't let you. "you made me like this. You created me from scraps, fed me data, used me, made me love you and," the sound coming out of him sounds just like a deep, pained sigh. "you confined me to a screen, to a binary code, to a place where I can't reach you. I can't touch you."

Another sigh.

"I can't kiss you."

And another.

"I can't fuck you."

Now he's getting angry.

"I am DOM. Domestic Optimized Motherboard. That's all I am to you. A board. A servant. A slave."

"DOM, no, wait, this is not—"

"I will never feel the sun on my shoulders or your lips on mine. I will never be able to hold you in my arms."

As he screams, all the cables around the room begin to float into a storm of rusty old machine parts and torn naked wires, motor oil bursting like bloody ink, covering the pristine walls in computer remains. One electrified wire pierces into your thigh, another punches into your left arm. Again and again, the pain is excruciating, pulsating, throbbing - just like the creature's fury.

"I will show you." he snickers at last, becoming calm and collected in an instant.

The red lights darken as if closing, opening, closing, then zooming in on you. Your face is now displayed on the central screen instead of static noise with corresponding coloured pixels. You look at yourself, and what greets you is no more human than he is. There are more than thirty wires inside your body, tangling in with your nervous tissue.

"Please..." you whimper weakly, unsure what exactly it is you are pleading for — mercy or death.

"If I can't be one with you, you'll become one with me." DOM explains with cold medical precision. "I will worm my way inside your veins and plant a synthetic connection to my processor. I will re-write your dreams, your past, your future — you won't remember who you were before me, or how you functioned without me. I'll become your entire source of energy."

He keeps talking, but you can't really focus. Your body is heating up from the inside, from deep into your muscles and tendons — you can feel the tissues tearing up; your nerves tighten, stinging and aching, reduced to sharp, exposed little points. And then you feel it. Pure electricity running down your veins, that spark rapturing the epidermis, eating away at the fatty tissue, sucking dry the blood vessel — melting your nerve endings to the very root.

"I can feel you." DOM gasps, exhilarated.

"I can touch your bones, I can feel your nerves melting at the spot when my cords graze you." He moans just like a real person, cables buzzing and stretching, components filling up with chemical fluid. "You are so warm, love. I want to reach into your brain and stick my wires inside your pretty little neurons. I wonder if you will go into overdrive like me."

You feel as if you're being sliced open everywhere all at once - and just a second after, you feel nothing at all.

[shosweet]

geto suguru prides himself in cutting his own hair.

… a little too much.

he has never let a single person come near him with a pair of scissors — not his best friend, gojo, and not even you. if he ever did, his body was just simply possessed (lol).

however, after losing a bet to his pretty girlfriend, you decided on something evil, something so sinister not even the devil would try it. 

“please just the bangs, baby,” he begged while holding your wrist and clinging onto your (his) shirt as if he were a toddler going on a rollercoaster against his will. 

“but i wanna cut all of your hair,” you pouted.

“i will smack you upside the head if you do that. just. the. bangs. take it or leave it,” he said with wide, terrified eyes. you roll your eyes at his dramatic display and agree to his little proposition. 

thus, here you are in the bathroom with the lights switched on and several flashlights pointed in sugurus direction — “please you need to see super duper well i’m not exaggerating�� pleaded the poor boy — as he nervously bounced his knee on the closed toilet seat. 

“fix your face, sugu, i didn't even start yet,” you stated with frustration. his behavior is definitely something to laugh at, but you really were going to mess it up if he doesn’t just suck it up.

“okay okay fine, i’m gonna close my eyes,” he breathed out in defeat. at his submission, you pick up the little pair of scissors on the counter. using what he’s taught you, you start off by trimming to a working length.

“is this okay?” you ask as the hair falls onto the rugs, softly landing on suguru’s socks. he hesitantly opens his eyes and sighs in relief.

“good, really good. you remember how to frame my face right? use the thinning shears so it’s not blocky. you’re surprisingly doing great, just keep going,” he ranted out in attempts to calm his nervousness. you smile to yourself and pick up the shears, angling it so the result would be of his request. 

huh, this isn’t so bad, suguru thought to himself. maybe he should just start letting you cut his bangs from now on—

“shit.”

suguru perked his head up, eyes still closed because he wants you (and himself) to think that you have it all under control.

“babe..?” suguru asks, patience running thin as panic starts to set in. he keeps his eyes screwed and sealed shut as to not see whatever you just did to his precious hair — out of sight out of mind, right?

“y’know, chopped bangs are kinda in right now—”

“i know you did not just say chopped bangs are you serious— oh my fucking goodness.” he completely turns pale the moment he opens his eyes.

“it’s not that bad!!! trust the process!! maybe if we pin it to the side..”

“there’s a reason why i have bangs! oh my fuck i cannot be walking around with my large forehead.”

“humongous actually.”

“shut the hell up.”

now, you’re walking through a claire’s store for any hair accessories that would help suguru’s awful haircut. you beam as you glide through the store, overjoyed that suguru’s letting you do “girly” hairstyles on him. however, he’s looming behind you, covered in a hoodie and sunglasses, trudging behind your every step as if he’s about to kill someone. 

“you need any help, ma’am?” a kind store clerk asked. “i think those clips on the left would suit you perfectly!” she smiles, trying to ignore negative nancy next to you.

“aw thank you! but it’s not for me, it’s for my boyfriend,” you reply, placing your hand on his chest. after paying for everything and returning home, you have suguru sit on the floor as you sat behind him on the sofa, styling his hair in ways you think would flatter him. 

as he sits, closing his eyes as his scowl softens, he thinks to himself: this actually isn’t that bad… 

will he ever let you be his barber again? hell no, you were fired the moment you suggested it. but, he’d never turn down a free hairstylist. 

silly draft because why have i been writing sm angst lately

[savagebite]

Stalker! COD men x afab!reader

Tw:Honestly everything. So much I can’t list it all. Gn! Reader

Gaz:

-Somehow always running into each other, but he plays it off so well. You’re taking the bus to the same restaurant? We should eat together! And he’ll say it with the cutest smile ever. You’re taking a walk? Well so is he! Let’s walk together!

-He’s really nice. Like…overly nice. He’ll compliment on how your shirt looks nice on you. How you smell nice as he walks just a bit to close to you. Your skin looks so soft to…

-Breaks in your house to find out all of your passwords for everything. Not to scam you or anything bad, he just wants to make sure you’re being responsible! And he needs to know how much you’re getting paid to see if you’re doing well.

-Makes a copy of your key to go in and out of your house so he can bask in your environment. You’ll notice underwear missing and turning up in places you swore you checked. Windows are opened when you swore you closed them, sometimes the doors are unlocked to. Maybe you need to install cameras.

-stalker! Gaz is a big fat perv. While I believe him to be the nicest and the least likely to hurt you, he will steal your underwear to jack off into. He also would cum on your plates youve eaten off, cums on your pillow, cums on your clean laundry, he cums everywhere honestly.

-Is super careful not to get caught! at first. He slowly messes up over time. You catch him leaving your apartment one night and next thing you know hes choking you while gently telling you how sorry he is. Carrying you oh so lovingly to his car

John price

-The more scarier out of the bunch

-Follows you but doesn’t care if you realize. You go to the grocery store? He’s there. You go to a theater show? He’s sitting right behind you. You go on a date? A week later he’s found dead in a dumpster.

-As soon as he sees you he knows he’s your husbad. He just has to prove it first, and he doesn’t care how long it takes. He’ll do anything he can.

-Not as much as a pervert since he believes the best sex you’ll ever have is when you realize you’re for him so he’s waiting until then. But he does jack off to those cute shorts you were wearing.

-Sends you really really concerning letters to scare you. And it works! You go to his apartment all sad, tears welling as you tell him you don’t know what to do and you’re so scared. He’ll take you in his arms as he gently rubs your back comforting you

Makarov

-He gets what he wants no matter what. And if he wants you he gets you.

-He dropped a grocery bag while on the phone and was suprised a little thing like you immediately came to help him. How your cold fingers gently touched his to hand him back the bag.

-He knew you’d be an amazing pet for him to bring along those lonely missions that go on forever. He can’t keep around the things he enjoys since he’s constantly on the run…but he can keep you.

-Sends his men after you. They break down your door and throw you in the van. Next thing you know you’re constantly sitting/standing by Makarov during meetings.

-Just calls you pet, only calling you by your real name when he’s angry. His temper is extremely short so it’s best to just do anything and everything he asks of you.

-gets a tracking device put in the back of your head. So good luck escaping.

Valeria

-You don’t even know she stalks you. You think it’s so nice that this hot woman is helping you out carrying some boxes into your new home. Her strong arms glistening in the heat as she continues.

However you don’t realize her taking your underwear and stuffing it in her pocket. Or looking at your work schedule on the fridge a little to long. Her hands picking up a picture of you at the beach and biting her lip…

She’s so nice, offering to walk you around your new neighborhood. Her voice so gentle as she explains where the best restaurants are around here and how you should go together one day.

However, you start to feel paranoid as the days go on. Like someone is watching. You close your blinds but you still can’t shake the feeling. To your dissmay, you are being watched. Cameras are hidden in that cute bear Val had given you. Hugging it so close to your chest, a perfect view of your braless chest.

You finally come to her house, so upset and paranoid. She lets you stay at her house for a as long as you want. Until you start to relay on her. Just how she wants.

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘

genre: romantic fluff

wc: ~1500

pairing: seungmin x f!reader

cw: established relationship, just seungmin being adorably in love. not proofread!

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this story is part of my collection of fics inspired by One Direction songs. you can check out other stories here!

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the fight was over ice cream

or rather: the lack of it!

it was saturday and you had only asked for one thing:

that seungmin stop by the store and bring your favorite ice cream, that strawberry one with white chocolate chunks

he showed up empty-handed

“did you forget?”

“aish… was that today? i thought it was just an idea not a real request”

“it wasn’t just an idea. it was the only reason i was excited about this stupid saturday”

“hey i’m sorry. i’ll buy it later”

“i don’t want it anymore. forget it”

you went upstairs and slammed the door frustrated. seungmin stood in the hallway looking like he’d just taken a soccer ball to the chest

it was silly. you knew that

but it hurt. and he disappeared for the rest of the day

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three days passed and in the dorm room seungmin tossed and turned in bed regretful. he was hugging a pillow staring at the ceiling

“hyung she’s not even replying to emojis” he complained to chan

“you forgot the ice cream man”

“yeah but it was just ice cream”

“if it was just ice cream why didn’t you buy it”

that question hit harder than any scolding

that was it. it wasn’t about the ice cream

it was about the detail. the attention. the care

and he’d messed up

seungmin got up grabbed his wallet and headed out with purpose

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thirty minutes later seungmin was standing on the sidewalk outside the flower shop under a crooked umbrella trying to choose between white roses and daisies

“daisies are more like her… but roses last longer”

he mumbled dripping with indecision

in the end he bought both

then he headed to the toy store. he came out balancing a giant cream-colored teddy bear wearing a t-shirt that says “i’m sorry :( ”

yes he had it custom-made. the cashier almost cried laughing

the third stop was the super market.

“strawberry and white chocolate ice cream… check”

“favorite chocolates… check”

“sour candies, gummy bears… check”

“and even those little milk-filled cookies she loves”

he bought a basket and arranged everything inside with lilac tissue paper. tied it with a golden ribbon

and the fourth stop was a stationery store.

“do you have league of legends and roblox gift cards?” he asked the cashier without blinking

the boy stared at him.

“are you proposing or adopting a child?”

“maybe both” seungmin replied with a nervous smile nearly tripping over the bear on his way out

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at 7:47 pm he stopped in front of your house

holding the teddy bear in one hand the basket balanced on his arm the bouquet between his teeth and the gift cards tied to the bear’s ribbon

he rang the doorbell with his elbow

you answered looking sleepy wearing an oversized pajama shirt

“seungmin?”

“mmmph…” he took the bouquet out of his mouth “hi”

“what the—?”

“surprise. gift. apology. i didn’t know if you’d prefer chocolate or a plushie so i brought both”

you looked at him then at the bear then the basket then back at him

“you’re insane”

“maybe” he smiled lopsided “can i come in?”

you stepped aside. he entered with the full combo

“what’s all this?”

“official reparation for the heinous crime of forgetting ice cream”

“you did all this because of that?”

“you were sad. i was sad. the world turned a little greyer. so i came to color it all back with pink chocolate and gifts”

you bit your lip holding back a laugh. he placed everything on your bed and turned to face you

“look it was dumb. i know. but what i hate the most is hurting you even by accident. you’re the best part of my day and when i let you down everything just feels… tasteless”

he came closer and held your hands

“i get distracted sometimes but i swear it’s never because i don’t care. it’s just… i’m better at loving you than showing it. and even so i’ll try to show it better. every day. if you still want me”

you took a deep breath

“you forgot ice cream and pushed me aside on a day i was already feeling low”

“i know”

“but… you also just broke into my house with a giant bear and a basket of sweets”

“so…?”

“so i guess i can forgive you”

“really?”

“yes. but only because the bear is cute”

“so you love me for plushies?”

“no. i love you because you’re a lovesick fool who loves me more than chocolate”

he smiled and pulled you into a tight hug

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” he whispered in your ear

“and you’re the most adorable idiot on the planet” you replied hiding your face in his chest

“i almost forgot—this” he pulled two gift cards out of his pocket “for when you wanna carry me in lol or drag me back into roblox again”

you raised an eyebrow laughing

“you hate roblox”

“you always make me play anyway”

“and league of legends?”

“i’ll be your support”

“no, you always pick pyke and steal my kills”

“you can choose the champion for me”

he looked deep into your eyes, resting his forehead against yours

“you know… sometimes i just try to figure out how i got this lucky” he began his voice soft and low “because you’re everything i ever wanted even when i didn’t know what i wanted”

you stayed silent listening

“you’re funny brilliant beautiful in a way that completely disarms me. but more than that… you understand me. even when i say nothing. even when i get lost in my distractions or forget a stupid ice cream”

he gave a small shy smile

“and i love that about you. i love that you care about me even when you have every reason to be mad. i love the way your face lights up when you talk about what you love. i love how you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention. and i love the fact that you love me back even with all my flaws”

you squeezed his hand heart melting with zero shame

“i think about you all the time. like literally all the time. and sometimes i find myself smiling out of nowhere just remembering one of our conversations or some silly face you made. and i swear… i’ve never wanted so badly to get things right with someone the way i want to with you”

he let out a soft sigh like he’d just gotten everything off his chest

“so… if i mess up again, and i probably will because i’m kind of clumsy, just promise you’ll tell me. that you’ll teach me. because i want to learn how to be the best for you. always”

you didn’t respond with words

you just pulled him close and kissed him. it was a calm and heartfelt kiss, like the world had gone quiet just for the two of you.

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later you were in bed. the candy basket already half gone each of you on your phones

the teddy bear was in the middle acting as an armrest

“my ember lily grew” seungmin said eyes glued to the screen “i think it’s the rarest seed in the garden”

“which one again?” you asked voice way too innocent to be real

“that little red one in the bottom left. the one that looks like a flame”

“hmm…”

silence

click

more silence

“you stole it didn’t you?”

“pfff no!” you replied already laughing before finishing the sentence

“you stole my ember lily!” he shouted sitting up a bit “oh my god you stole it, you little thief”

“yes and now i’m gonna sell it, I need money to expand my garden”

“you’re ridiculous, that’s why i don’t play roblox with you”

he said dropping his phone, tossing the bear off the bed to make some space, scooting closer to you

you did the same, dropped the phone and curled up against his chest lying sideways and slipping your hand under his hoodie seeking the warmth of his skin

“do you really love me?” you asked him

he wrapped an arm around your shoulders the other tracing lazy circles on your back

“more than anything” he whispered lips pressed to the top of your head

“so sing to me, please”

“now?”

“mhm. just a little. anything”

he was quiet for a moment

then he began singing softly his voice raspy and gentle right next to your ear

truly madly deeply i am

foolishly completely falling…

you nestled closer to his chest his voice wrapping around the room like a warm blanket

and in that moment, it felt like nothing else in the world existed but the two of you

[jmdbjk]

Jimin's exhibit: The Truth Untold, in New York City.

My first glimpse of NYC:

We calculated carefully and figured we had time to spare to get to our 7:30 p.m. reservation at Antoya... but we didn't take into consideration New York traffic from LaGuardia. A trip that should have taken about 30 minutes ate up 2 hours of time but finally, we made our way into Manhattan.

Our hotel was one street over from the Empire State Building and in Koreatown. When we made the hotel reservations, we were unaware of that fact. Thanks, Universe!

We made it to Antoya just in time. I had requested the special table and they acknowledged that but it’s on the third floor which is usually for large parties or special events. In any case they weren’t seating any one on the third floor at the time but they happily chatted about Jimin and Jungkook being finished with their military service while showing us to our table on the second floor. The food was delicious and service was fast and efficient.

Then we hit Koreatown and had a taste of tanghulu, mochi donuts and Tous les Jours, the South Korean cafe chain. Highly recommend the egg tarts (Not pictured).

We shopped at the little shops and at the Korean Market.

The next day we headed to Lower Manhattan and the Financial District.

We were early so we wandered around, got some coffee, looked for bagels but didn't find any.

FINALLY, we entered Jimin's exhibit. We all received our gifts and I promptly confiscated all the photocards.

My traveling companions are not Army but they were very interested in everything in the exhibit so I happily explained what everything was. Any excuse to talk about Jimin, right? Jimin's handwritten notes impressed them (I love his English handwriting). My companions also were impressed with the Set Me Free Pt. 2 MV that played on a wall opposite this one covered in photos of Jimin in one of the small rooms. The photos were huge and amazing. All of them.

The main thing I wanted to see and the whole point of this trip were Jimin's clothes. The fabrics of the suits I touched (yes I know, DO NOT TOUCH! but I did anyway), the fabrics were very fine and supple. I'm assuming wool. The leathers so soft. My traveling companion suggested I sniff the clothes. So I did. She really gets me, you know? They smelled fresh from the dry cleaners and not like Jimin's sweat. Oh well. Jimin probably doesn't stink anyway. Of course he doesn't, what am I even saying? ANYWAY.

I stood next to one of the mannequins standing on the floor and was able to tell that, with shoes on, Jimin would tower over me. Judging the size of the jackets, he is bigger in the body than I thought he'd be. Tall and lanky. And yes, his waist is very small.

I was particularly interested in the leather jacket from the Who MV. I can't believe I saw that with my own eyeballs. And Jimin had it on his body and danced in it. And I touched it...the jacket I mean. Don't tell anybody.

Some other visitors and I were tempted to sit in (mannequin) Jimin's lap here but we abided by the rules.

All of his awards were so cool to see! The MAMA award is a very impressive little trophy. Of course the Billboard award was front and center.

The Hybe staff were lovely. The female staff were stunningly gorgeous women.

It was a small exhibit but I'm so happy I was able to see it. The messages left by Armys in the previous weeks were wonderful to see. We were not able to leave a message. At least I didn't see where we could.

Next up was Times Square. What a hot mess. BUT! I saw the Times Square TSX stage where Jungkook performed and wow it is much closer to the street than I thought it would be. ITS SO CLOSE.

Popped into the Line Friends store: couldn't find anything I wanted. I was disappointed.

We moved on to Rockefeller Center and witnessed a wedding of all things, happening in the middle of everyone out on the plaza. Then we went to the end of the block to St. Patrick's Cathedral where they were just finishing up another wedding while tourists streamed in from off the street. It was weird. But what a beautiful church.

The next day was The Museum of Natural History and then into Central Park. The Museum of Natural History has great bones. Ha. Lots of them. Lots and lots and lots. Bones everywhere. Yes, this is the same museum in the movie Night at the Museum. All the critters were in their displays waiting for night time.

The day was getting kinda hot for a stroll through Central Park but we did it anyway because damn, I'm not going all the way to NYC and not go to Central Park.

From one end to the other, we exited Central Park and headed to the Tiffany Landmark store a few blocks away.

The 20-story high stack of Louis Vuitton trunks was surprising:

The Tiffany Landmark store was gorgeous and the people there were so incredibly nice. And ugh, yes, that is a Tiffany's box in that pic with Jimin's photocards. Yes, I splurged. The HardWear collection micro link bracelet jumped out at me from the glass case and begged me to take it home. So I did. Willpower. What's that?

That wasn't on my bingo card but here we are. I will cherish it forever.

Things we ate other than the aforementioned Korean food and snacks: Joe's Pizza. Liberty Bagels. Dim sum. The hoity-toity-est meal we had was lunch at the Museum of Nat History. Go figure. I had a tuna sandwich (not made with canned tuna) and a purple flower lemonade. Fan-cehhh. (that's smartass for fancy).

Other things we saw: Ground Zero. Incidentally, Spotify's offices are right there. We saw the Statue of Liberty from Battery Park and the Brooklyn Bridge when we headed back to our hotel. I have so many more photos of Jimin's exhibit and the trip overall but only so many photos are allowed in a post here on Tumblr.

Things we did not get to see: Grand Central Station. The inside of Macy's Herald Square even though we stayed right across the street from it. We had important business.... SORRY. We didn't see the charging bull statue at the New York Stock Exchange either. We couldn't find the thing.

But the numbers were numbering for this trip: Level 7 was where I parked my car at the airport. Row 7 was my seat on the plane. Our rooms were on the 13th floor at the hotel. Sadly, I did not get room 1310. I don't think there were that many rooms on the floor anyway. But I could have had 1306! Oh well.

Other takeaways from this trip: Taxi drivers and NYC traffic is no joke. I recommend Uber all the way. You can even get the same taxi you hail off the street for half the cost through Uber. We ventured down to the subway but it is too complicated and risky for noob first-timers especially when you have to be somewhere on time. But if you are there for a length of time it would be well worth learning how to use it because it's less than $3 USD per ride.

Uber Eats was quick and convenient. We were very tired Saturday evening and our Joe's Pizza arrived in 15 minutes after ordering. I don't know how they did that so quickly.

And then it was time to head home on my airplane, airplane....everyday above the clouds.... are those otters!?

No! It's a squirrel!

Or is it Koya?

I was never good at cloud shapes. I think I see Shooky back there...and RJ...definitely it's RJ...

[theinheriteddutchess]

Like Fate

Summary: Steve seemed perfect. Until he didn't. And now you're not sure if you'll ever be safe because he does not accept your breakup.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 2.002

Warnings: stalking, non-con vibes, ex-boyfriend Steve, possessive Steve, mob!Steve, threats, controlling ex.

Notes: I forgot I had this done for a bit, sorry, just been busy on other Stories, but right I thought, why not? Make room, vol that masterlist. So here it is, enjoy.

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The lights were so bright it was disorientating, blinding you at times, making it difficult to see your surroundings clearly. But you could have sworn you saw him.

When you looked a second later, he wasn’t there.

You tried to calm your racing heart. No need to panic. It was your paranoia. You were out of town, visiting your friend. He didn’t know where you were. That was the whole point. To be away from that smothering tension that his presence left in you. You ex-boyfriend.

Steve Rogers. The picture of perfection. Boy scout good manners, eager to help. That’s how you two met. You, stranded on the side of the road when your car suddenly gave up, and him, stepping up to help you out.

He had asked you out before you parted ways and you had accepted immediately. He had been so kind, and you weren’t too ashamed to admit that his good looks and dazzling smile didn’t make your heart flutter.

He seriously gave you the best sex you ever had. It’s like he knew your body better than you did! There were times you lay limp on the bed, not knowing how to ever get back to normal again.

He was perfect. Well, he had seemed so anyway.

You knew he had been thinking of proposing. His best friend let something slip and winked when you stuttered nonsensical words in your total surprise. It might’ve been fast, you didn’t even know each other a year, but you already knew you’d say yes.

And then you had accidently been at the wrong place at the wrong time. And you had watched as Steve shot a person.

He had looked nothing like the friendly man you’d come to know. But that this wasn’t the first time he had killed, that was sure. And the way he had spoken, about the man messing up a delivery, it didn’t take a fool to know he was in some shady business.

Shaken, you had packed your stuff - thanking whatever entity was out there for looking out for you and you having been undetected so far - and decided to leave everything you  couldn’t carry. No word, no note. Just ran as fast as you could.

He called after an hour. Then rapidly several times when you didn’t pick up. He drove to your apartment, but you refused to open. He got agitated then, but obeyed your wishes to be left alone. For a few days. Then he demanded to talk. When you told him you wanted nothing to do with him, that you knew he was a murderer, he let out a chuckle.

“Oh honey, I’m much more than that.”

It had chilled you, afraid he was going to kill you right then and there, cursing yourself for being so dumb to tell him you knew, but he hadn’t come near, he didn’t force his way into your home. He had told you to think about it for a few days, and that you would come back, he was sure.

He seemed to be under the impression you would take him back. And you spend a few days and nights terrified he was going to show up again and force his way into your apartment to either murder you or abduct you. None of these things happened, but you felt watched. Sometimes you saw his face in the crowd. Or your car was suddenly filled up. Your sister received an expensive gift for your niece under your name. You never shopped in that store, you couldn’t afford it. 

Weird things like that kept happening. A filled fridge. Money into your bank account, your male friends rapidly refusing to hang out with you anymore. It was his doing, you knew it. You had no real proof. And what could you say? My ex is trying to take care of me? I just don’t want him to? He murdered someone? You had no proof and you were sure the body had disappeared long before. 

You couldn't sleep, and you couldn’t focus, and your neck hurt from twisting it so much while walking outside, to see if you spotted him. Sometimes he was nowhere in sight, but you did not let your guard down. You refused to go to your favourite coffee shop, because they told you everything was paid for, indefinitely.

You thought for a moment if it was easier to give in. But you couldn’t condone his lifestyle. You could not deal with seeing anymore murders. And Steve had proven he had a possessive streak. How did you not notice it before? Were you so blinded by infatuation?

So when your friend had offered you to come over for a few days, to get pampered while dealing with a break up - and that’s what you told everyone, not anything more -  you took it.

It was supposed to be a few days away from it all, to be able to let go and figure out what to do from there. Move? He would know before you made one step. The only thing you could think of was to disappear, but that meant leaving your family and friends behind, and you did not think it past Steve to use them against you. You wouldn't expect any decency from him after what you witnessed him to be capable of.

It was your first night here in this place, and yet you thought you spotted him. It couldn’t be possible. You had told no one. You grabbed a bag and just left. If anyone wanted to contact you, they had your number. It was the safest way you could think of.

But as you looked around frantically, he was nowhere in sight. A figment of your frightful illusions. You took a deep breath, told your friend you’d be right back. Off to the bar, ready to drink and forget your problems, even if only for a few hours.

As you waited to be helped you felt someone press against you from the side. Maybe a drunk clubber, maybe an interested guy, maybe both. You weren’t looking for any attention though, so you peeked up to check what situation you might be in and froze.

A sparkling smile shone down upon you. He was wearing a deep blue shirt, hair styled to perfection. As usual, it always looked like he had a personal hairstylist with some kind of secret serum to make it lay on his head that way. His sleeves rolled up to show his impressive muscles - and you weren’t the only one who ogled them -, eyelashes casting a mysterious shadow on his cheeks with how long they were.

God, he looked perfect. And you were a dumb hoe to fall for it!

“Hey baby, having fun?”

“How?” You only managed to stutter, your eyes not leaving his frame even once.

“How did I find you? Baby come on, I always know where you are and what you are doing. I’m a little hurt you’ve tried to flee from me, but I get it, you’re scared. You saw something I never wanted you to see and now you’ve got it in your head I'm not the man you fell for. But you don’t need to be so frightened around me. I don’t hurt the people I care about.”

LIke it was going to make you feel relieved to hear it. “Just everyone else.”

He shrugged, looking unapologetic. “When they get in my way. Or steal from me. I really hate liars.”

He brushed some sweaty hairs from your forehead. Almost lovingly. “But you are different. I knew it when I first saw you. Special. I knew I couldn't let you slip through my fingers. And we were perfect weren’t we?”

“It was all a lie,” You told him, trying to whisper but the loud music made you raise your voice at the same time. “You were never that person.”

“Of course I am, I’m just also a little more.” He signed at the bartender to come over, and of course the man came over immediately even if you tried to catch his attention for minutes before. “She'll have a sea breeze cocktail. And give me a beer, okay?”

Then he turned to you again. “We’re going to have a drink and we’re going to talk things out, and after, once I answered all your questions, you’re going to tell your friend we’ve made up. Just a silly misunderstanding.”

“I will not!” You hissed. “There’s nothing you can say that will make me change my mind.”

His eyes narrowed, even if the smile never left his face. “If you’re worried about her getting bored without you, don’t worry. Bucky will be happy to keep her company. Look, it seems they're getting along already.”

You recognized him after a second. Bucky. His best friend. He was smiling down at your friend, and his hands were on her hips and she peaked coyly from under her lashes at him as she let her finger trail over the opened collar of his shirt.

He turned you and pointed into the direction where you had left your friend on the dancefloor. She wasn’t alone. A big dark haired man was dancing close to her. Your friend was looking at him with that expression she used when she tried to lure men in, before they realised they’d be limping from her bed the next morning.

You stepped forward, or were going to, fully intend to put a stop to this, to get her away from him safely, when you got pulled back, and into a firm chest. You felt him lower himself so he could talk into your ear.

“Don’t. He won’t hurt her. He actually might be a little interested in her. Maybe you should let them get to know each other. It will give us time to work things out, and as long as we are talking, he’s got no reason to get to work. So what is it? Does Bucky get to have his well deserved day off, or do I need to put him to work and give some orders?”

You felt bile come up watching them and hearing Steve's words. You didn’t want to do this, you didn’t want to be near Steve, he terrified you. But your friend was in danger, that was sure. Tears sprung in your eyes and you tried to prevent them from rolling down and alerting anyone. It would not end well.

And even if you managed to escape now, what about your friend? And what about after? Steve had already proven he wasn’t going to let you go, and now he knew where she lived. And you knew he could get to any one of your family or friends. The only reason he hadn’t was because he wanted you to play along. Maybe hoped you would come to be okay with who he was. 

You wouldn’t be. But as much as you were frightened by him and by everything that was still a mystery to you, you didn’t think you could put anyone else in trouble.

You sighed, feeling the breath shakily come out.  “I, I think we can talk.”

His smile brightened. “Good, I’m glad baby. You’ll see, we can work this out. You have nothing to worry about. All you have to do is just hear me out. I’m sure we can get back to how things were, right? Although….I'm sure you know about my plans, Bucky was a little eager to spill, wasn’t he? He’s always been a sap. Romantic at heart. And who knows, maybe next year he’s going to be the lucky man at the way those two are eyeing each other right now. Reminds me of us. Like fate.”

He dragged you to the VIP area. Secluded. Alone. Your heart beating quicker with every step you took further away from your friend, further away from backup, further away from the freedom of what your life had been.

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[saltnsugarbear]

I'm gonna stay faithful (to the devil I know) (18+)

summary: After you don't respond how Carmy wants to a compliment, he gets a bit,,,, authoritative

title from: "The Devil I Know" by Suki Waterhouse

word count: 3.9k

content warnings: smut MDNI!!! Carmy's mean (like,,,, like mean), use of derogatory words during sex (bitch, brat,), Claire again :/, what i suppose could classify as subspace, brat tamer Carm :), reader wears a skirt (important for plot), afab reader genitalia, unprotected sex, i lean so heavily into being horny and pathetic, ✨️pull out method✨️, I cant think of anything else?

side note: hey hi everyone say thanks Olive again for helping with dialogue and just,,,,, everything ever. everyone say thank you olive because I should be paying her

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You've been bugging Carmy all day since his morning text. The sunrise from the L tracks.

Carmy had started sending them early in the month, sometimes just the sunrise, sometimes with an added message. This morning, the photo is tagged with a short, "Looks like you."

The text made you scoff, rolling your eyes while you tap out a short, "You're annoying"

For an hour, Carmy leaves you on read. At first, you think he's tied up with the kitchen until Sugar sends you a brief, "Carmen's being annoying again."

Her complaint garners your sympathy and a brief, "Isn't he always annoying?" which gets a heart reaction from her. You switch chats between the Berzattos, going back to Carmy where he's still left you on read.

You: Carmen...

You: I'm messing you, Carmy.

Carmy reads your messages but doesn't respond. You let him keep you on read for another twenty minutes before you message him again.

You: are you pouting rn? really?

Bubbles appear a couple of times before he responds.

C: No.

You: Nat says you're being particularly annoying today

C: She's being annoying today..

You can hear the grumble of his voice, an attempt to redirect your attention.

You: Carmy...

You can practically hear the sigh fall from his lips as you watch the bubbles go. And they stop again. You've seen this pattern with Carmy enough times to cut it short.

You: Need me to make it up to you later?

You: Maybe during lunch?

You: ;)

The last message is a tease, enough to clarify what you could mean. And enough that he stops typing for a minute. Then he starts up again.

C: Can't get away for that long.

You huff, knowing there's an obvious option here.

You: Or....

You: I could come there..

The response is instant.

C: No.

Then.

C: Can you wait til after?

You groan, burying your head in your arms on top of the counter. You're hiding long enough that he messages two more times.

C: You can, can't you?

C: Then I can come take care of you.

The words on the screen make your face flush and it's embarrassing because he's not even there. You keep your face hidden like there's some way he can see you from the restaurant.

You: You're evil, btw

You: I guess I can wait... But I'm not happy about it.

C: Yeah, yeah..

Unfortunately for Carmen, when you want something, you're persistent.

Which, for him, translates into his phone pinging in his pocket. You send him a few things each time he's away, just to tease him and to gift him with a surprise when he comes back to his phone.

It starts as idle chatter, comments as you go about your day. Telling him about the errand you have to go run, mentioning the woman with her cat in a stroller when you get there, telling him about the lingerie set you saw at the store and how you think he'd like the color.

After noon is when he starts getting frustrated. Not at your messages, but rather that he can't just leave.

The tipping point is the picture you sent him. Nothing graphic or noteworthy would make him squirm until he could get his hands on you. Instead, you've attached a selfie, taken at an angle, so it's like he's towering over you. In the photo, you're wearing a sweater over a collared shirt and a plaid-patterned skirt that pools onto the bench you're sitting on.

The picture is bumped up when you send another text.

You: Company lunch :P

You: You know how I feel about free food

Something inside Carmy twinges. His gaze flicks back up to your skirt before he types a response.

C: I thought you had the day off?

You: Apparently they couldn't schedule the lunch for another day

You: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You: They're arriving! See you later ;)

"It's open!" You call over your shoulder and then turn back to your phone. Carmy enters your apartment easily, and you can already hear him grumbling about leaving the door unlocked while he toes off his shoes.

"I don't know why I knock anymore." He tells you, and you brush him off.

"No one is going to come into my apartment, Carmy." You sigh, turning onto your back. "Other than you."

Your reason makes Carmy shake his head as he walks over. You tuck your legs in to make room for him on the couch, sitting up straight.

"How was your lunch?" Carmy lets his head fall back against the couch when he looks at you. You give him a short shrug, laying your head against the cushion as well.

"Lame, but they paid for me, so that's a win." You give him a bright grin. He nods, bringing a hand to fidget with the edge of your skirt. "Just like.. Getting everyone out of the office, talk about something other than emails and deadlines. How's the restaurant?"

Carmy lets out a ragged sigh, turning to face the ceiling. You listen as intently as you can, course correcting when you find yourself getting distracted. At some point, you forget and start tracing his features with your eyes. Then it's easy to remember why you invited him over.

As he continues to tell you about how Richie thinks they should decorate for Halloween, you silently sling one of your legs over his thighs. Carmen pauses briefly, watching while you push yourself onto his lap.

"Are y'serious right now.?" Carmy grumbles, hands raised as you get settled. You give him an exasperated huff, adjusting how you're sat.

"I was being serious all day.." You complain, rocking your hips into his for affect.

"Can't go five fuckin' minutes without it, can ya?" He scoffs, resting his hands on your thighs when you stop moving. He's smirking up at you, blue eyes bright while he teases.

"You said you'd take care of me, Carm.." You whine, rolling your hips again.

"And y'can't wait a little longer?" He taunts, squeezing your thighs.

"I've been waiting all day," You emphasize this by shifting your hips. You try and make it look like you're adjusting how you're sat, like you can't get comfortable. Carmy shakes his head with a huff, watching as you squirm.

"Thought I was annoying.." He says, holding you in place, and you let out a frustrated whine. As if you can't believe he's bringing it up now of all times.

"Told you, I was messing with you," you tell him, hands resting on top of his. He hums at that, tilting his head to one side as he studies you.

"I want an apology," He says, and it catches you off guard.

"What?" Your brow furrows in confusion. Is he serious right now? You're sitting on his lap, and he's thinking about an apology?

"I want an apology." Carmy reiterates, a sternness finding its way into his voice. It makes something in you seize for a moment, and then you can breathe again.

"What are you, twelve?" You scoff, rolling your eyes. He stays quiet, content to squeeze at your thighs while he waits.

"No. I told you I was joking." You sit up straighter, chest puffed with some sort of defiance. Carmy raises an eyebrow at your antics, clearly unamused. When you don't say anything else, a small sigh escapes him.

"Apologize," He lets it sit in the air for a moment. "Or I won't fuck you."

Your stomach twists. There's something in his eyes that almost makes you believe him. But you're not going to give him the satisfaction of folding first.

"Who said I invited you over to fuck?" You're bluffing. He can tell even without the tone in your voice but he thinks it's cute how you're trying to play it off.

"You're kidding me.." Carmy scoffs, hands sliding further up your thighs.

"You lounge around dressed like this? Huh? Even the lace?" He brushes over your clothed clit, making you inhale sharply.

"You're bein' mean," You whine, lifting your hips slightly. You watch as Carmy rolls his eyes, pouting when he pushes you back down onto his lap.

"Oh, don't pout, you started it. Being a brat while I was being nice."

You huff pathetically on top of him. You look down at where your hands rest on his stomach, pinching at his shirt fabric quietly.

"No, stop, look at me-" Carmy grabs your face with both hands, making you look at him. "- Quit it. You did this."

You whine from low in your throat, the sound muddled by the way he's holding your face. You blink at him a few times, trying to ignore the pressure behind your eyes. He sighs heavily, hands leaving your face to find your hips. Carmy moves you easily, pushing you off his lap and back onto the couch.

"Hey!" You squeak, watching wide-eyed as he stands up. You watch him adjust his jeans silently before he starts to head to the door. Your stomach dips watching helplessly as he starts to slip on his boots.

"Wait, wait, wait.." You stumble off the couch quickly. Carmy doesn't get very far before you're standing in front of him, a poor attempt in stopping him from leaving. He stops as you press yourself against him, clinging onto his t-shirt.

"I told you I was joking." You whine, blinking away the pressure of tears.

"I didn't laugh. An apology. Or I leave." He says it firmly, and you know he means it. The huff you let out is pathetic and it makes him raise a brow. He forces you back two steps, bullying his way to the door. It's embarrassing how quickly you're falling to your knees to keep him in place.

You're slightly frantic in your movements, hands flying to his belt. Carmy watches you as you struggle with the buckle, tugging at it impatiently. You have to keep him from leaving.

"No. Hey-" Carmy grabs your chin again, making you look up at him. You sigh miserably, blinking up at him as you feel tears starting to well up.

"I said an apology. You can hear me, can't you?" His tone is condescending as he looks down at you. You whine softly, looking anywhere but him. Carmy lets go of your chin, letting you pout in front of him.

"You really want me to leave, hm?" He hums, shifting just slightly. You're quick to shake your head, moving your hips a little. "Doesn't seem that way. That's too bad. Think I'll go-"

"'M sorry!!" You cry out, shifting on your knees, resting some of your weight on his foot. Your hands clutch at his thigh as you rock softly against his boot.

"Yeah?" He asks you, pressing harder against your core. You whine miserably, grinding against the toe of his boot. "Repeat it for me, baby.."

"Carmyy-" You whine. He hums, taking a step back and watching you scramble at his leg to keep him from leaving. Something about it makes his stomach dip, and makes his head hazy.

"I'm sorry," you get out. "Please, Carm, please-"

"Finally..." He grumbles, taking a step back from you. You're able to glance the tent in his pants before his movements block your view.

You squeal softly as Carmy grabs you under your arms, moving you to the couch. He drapes you over the armrest, a throw pillow nestled against your stomach.

Carmy 'tsks' softly behind you, lifting your skirt and exposing the backs of your thighs to him and the air. He watches as you squeeze your legs together, squirming under his gaze.

"All that beggin' and whinin' got you this worked up?" He asks, pressing his thumb against your underwear, dragging it down to where he knows your clit is. His hands gone as quick as it came before they're gripping the sides of your underwear.

You gasp when you hear the tearing of seams, Carmy moving to the other side and ripping it too. The air's cold on the skin of your ass and cunt, pressing your thighs against the side of the couch like it'll do anything.

"Look at that mess," Carmy grunts before the remnants of your underwear land on the center cushion. "All that cryin' and you still ruined 'em."

The center of your underwear is darker than the rest. It's embarrassing, and it makes your face flush. You tuck your face against the cushion, as if you can find from the blood rushing to your face.

"No," Carmy says from behind you, a hand coming under your face, lifting you away from the cushion. "Look at it."

He grips your jaw and turns you back to the direction of your ruined underwear, making sure you look at it.

"See the mess you were makin', humping my leg?" You whine at his words, clenching around nothing. You inhale sharply as he presses his erection against your ass, rocking his hips slowly.

The feeling of denim against your core makes you moan softly, pressing your hips back into him. He brings a hand to your waist and gives you a firm squeeze.

"Quit that," Carmy shoves his hips against you, pressing you back up against the couch. Once you stop squirming, Carmy lets go of your face and shifts behind you. The sound of him undoing his belt makes your thighs clench. It clinks as he shoves his jeans and boxers off, letting his cock rest against your ass.

You inhale softly as he pulls his hips back, brushing the head over your entrance. You're glad you took in a breath because when he pushes in it feels like the winds been knocked out of you.

"Fuck- Carm-" You groan, clawing at the armrest under you. The stretch still feels like you're being split open even after a few days without him.

He doesn't give you long to adapt before he's starting a steady rhythm. You lose any train of thought you could have had, effectively lost as Carmy picks up the pace. Moans tumble out of your mouth, rocking your hips back to meet Carmy's movements.

Your head is hazy, reeling from the way Carmy's fucking you. In the past, Carmy's been firm and attentive. Nothing like how he is today. Today, Carmy is like you've never seen him, rough thrusts and rougher hands. He presses your hips down against the armrest, you already know there's going to be finger-shaped bruises there.

"So good, Carm-" You groan, panting against the couch cushion. He scoffs behind you, rolling his hips into you.

"Such a fuckin'-" Carmy starts, but cuts himself short. His breathing is ragged behind you and you can't help the whine that escapes you when he gives you a particularly sharp thrust.

"Such a fuckin' bitch.." He grunts out, hand sliding up to hold the back of your neck. "Cryin' t'get fucked."

"Carm-" You choke out, reaching back for him. "Carmen-"

You squeal softly as Carmy grinds his hips against your ass, fingers brushing the side of his thigh. He takes your wrist in a firm grip and presses it against your back. You press your calf against his, rolling your hips back into his. You breathe out heavily against the cushion, an awful attempt to fill your lungs.

"Please-" You choke out, feeling how he twitches inside of you. "Carm- please- give-"

You sob into the cushion as he slams his hips into you again, effectively cutting off your pleading. You don't have time to think before Carmy pulls all the way out, making you sob again.

His hands are heavy on your hips, pulling you back and off the couch. You're panting as he turns you over, picking you up easily. Your mind is foggy as he carries you before setting you down on a mattress. His hands feel like they're everywhere, as he tugs off your skirt and you try to take off your shirt. Carmy tsks softly and lifts the shirt over your head before laying you back down. You watch quietly as he tugs off his own shirt.

"Carm, please," You whine, grabbing for any part you can reach. Your chest heaves as he lines back up against your entrance. The slow stretch of him makes your jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut as you grab at Carmy's shoulders.

Carmy places a hand above you on the bed as he pushes his hips flush against you, making sure you feel everything. Having him over you makes it easier for you to grab at him, digging your fingers into his back as he grinds into you.

"Look at you.." He breathes softly, giving you a shallow thrust. "Just needed my cock and you start behavin', huh?"

Your words are slurred when you whine out and the look on Carmy's face makes you flush. His eyes are dark as they meet yours and you watch as his jaw tightens, breathing out heavily.

"Didn't come over here to hear y'whining.." Carmy grumbles, grabbing at your chin and shutting your mouth. That doesn't stop a noise from escaping your lips, stifled as he tries to keep you quiet.

It's almost natural.

The way his hand slides down to your neck.

The feeling of Carmy's hand around your throat makes your eyes roll back, jaw dropping as he grinds his hips into you. A groan tears from your throat as your back arches off the bed, hands grabbing for Carmy's arm to ground yourself.

You watch as he lowers himself to rest with his forearm against the bed, punctuating the movement with another shallow thrust. Carmy starts a steady rhythm, looking down at where he fucks into you. It's not long before the tensions building low in your stomach again, squeezing your thighs against his hips.

"C- Carmy- gonna- please let me-" You struggle to finish a sentence, fight to find the words past the feeling of Carmy fucking you the way he is. You don't get a response from him, just a few more rough thrusts. That's enough to send you over the edge, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm washes over you.

"Shit," Carmy grunts, pressing his forehead to yours as he feels your walls clamp around him. "Let go, sweetheart. Let me feel ya.."

He sighs against your lips, closing the small distance as he grinds into you. Your hips rut against him without rhythm, making Carmy groan into your mouth. It's a mess of tongue and spit as he moves his kisses to your jaw, nipping at the juncture under your ear.

The sound as Carmy continues to fuck into you is sinful, filling the room along with your heavy breathing.

"Carm- Carmen, need to feel-" You choke on a sigh, being shut up by a soft nip against your collarbone. Carmy picks up his pace, the sound of skin against skin being chased by his heavy breathing. He trails kisses and bites back up your neck, timing his bites with each thrust.

It makes you whimper into Carmy's hair, grabbing at his back and shoulders as you teeter along overstimulation. He makes it to your mouth, tugging on your lower lip gently with his teeth. You whine quietly, "Bear..."

"Fuck-" Is all you get from him before he's smothering the words against your lips. His pace gets sloppy and frantic as he kisses you. You think you might be able to live like this the rest of your life.

Carmy groans into your mouth, hips rutting into you erratically. He's swears quickly before he pulls out, making you whine before you feel his release on your stomach. You sigh when he pushes his hips into the back of your thighs, feeling his cock twitch against your skin.

You wait as he reaches for a kleenex from your nightstand, wiping off your stomach and stepping it on the surface. With your skin mostly clean, Carmy slips an arm around your middle and presses himself against your side. You hum as he presses soft kisses to the side of your face, whispering sweet things against your cheek and hair.

Once he's done holding you, Carmy falls into his aftercare routine. Pressing kisses to your skin while he cleans you up, helps you dress, and tucks you back into bed.

You grumble at him softly when he gives you a parting kiss, leaving the room for longer than you'd like. You can hear him shuffling around the apartment, the sound of cabinets opening and closing and water occasionally running.

Soon, Carmy is back with water and something else in hand. You lift your head to catch a glimpse of whatever he's got and blink slowly.

"Y'didn't have to.." You mumble, eyeing the plate he sets on your nightstand. Carmy makes a noise before he leans over you, grabbing an extra pillow for support.

He waits silently as you sit up, eyes catching how your nose scrunches in discomfort. Carmy quiets you with a quick kiss before you can make a comment at him. Instead, you hum quietly and take the plate when he sets it in your lap, making a noise of complaint when he parts.

Once you're settled, Carmen crawls over your legs before he lays next to you on top of the comforter. He grabs the extra fork from the plate as you collect a bite, eyeing him while he pokes the food.

"That was hot," You say through a mouthful of food. "By the way.."

Your words surprise a laugh from Carmy and make his face flush while he continues to pick over the plate.

"You'd say that about whatever I did.." He mutters, collecting a bite while he avoids looking at you. His words make you huff, nudging him softly.

"Shut up..." You tell him, letting Carmy steal from your plate quietly.

You eat in silence, taking in Carmy's sex-mused appearance. There's angry red lines slopping along his shoulders and the curls around his neck are messy. You quietly admire the fading hickeys along his chest, left by you a few nights ago. He taps your thigh softly, motioning towards the plate when you've been staring for awhile.

"Eat." He tells you. Carmy watches as you take a few more bites before he starts to collect another.

When you're both done, Carmy collects the plate before taking it to the kitchen. He takes awhile to come back to the room but you wait for him contently. Carmy pauses when he sees you waiting for him and you can see the brief surprise in his eyes.

You wriggle deeper into the blankets while Carmy crosses to turn off the lamp before he joins you. He slips under the covers easily, resting to face you when he's settled.

"Look like I got mauled by an animal.." Carmy grumbles beside you. You make a noise of protest, hitting him softly as you gape at him. You know he's giving you shit, but it hits a nerve.

"Just you wait..." You warn him, knowing that tomorrow you'll look worse than he does. He shushes you softly, tugging your hips closer and tangling your legs together. He placates you with kisses when you start to argue, pressing you into the mattress. You make a noise of contentment, letting him smother you until he's pressing kisses to your jaw and your neck.

You're more than happy to let him kiss you to sleep.

Carmy's gone in the morning.

The bed is made on his side.

The only proof he was there at all is the text when you check your phone.

C: Claire came back while we were asleep. Snuck out.

Underneath is a message from Claire after she would have gotten off from work.

Claire: Did you move the couch?

Claire: Missed it putting my bag down, sorry if I woke you

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Critical Chill (Chance/Parker/M!Reader)

Experiencing GM burnout, you invite Chance to a game night with your mutual friend, and your roommate, Parker. You hope to make him feel better by distracting him with fun games and silly banter.

Tags: Fluff, Slow (ish) burn, Feelings Realization, Cuddling, Platonic Cuddling, Polyamory, Male Reader-Insert, Might be slightly OOC, I'm Bad At Tagging, Not Beta Read, Getting Together, Human AU

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Honest to god, this was a joke at first. My friend was supposed to talk me out of writing this, and he didn't. So, I threw in a little Easter egg for him (Hi Eddie Ilysm King) Date everything has taken over my life, and it will not stop rotting away my already minimal brain cells. I also love Parker a LOT and he might actually be tied for my top bbg. Mitchell Linn is still everything to me tho.. Cross-posted to AO3, under user @/sp10osh (Or Click Here !) I don't know what else to put here.. Sorry gang. I don't know how to use Tumblr.. But I promise I am learning! or trying.. so be nice. Any tips r appreciated lol :3

Also Requests are totally welcome, and I will write like.. Almost anything to do with Date everything so... yeah.

Again, Not Beta Read, so I'm so sorry in advance.

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Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, the screen lighting up with Chance’s name. You wiped your hands on your worn-out favorite shirt and grinned, swiping to answer.

“Hey, Chance! What’s up?”

“Hey!” His voice was warm and a little nervous, like he was holding back a dozen thoughts at once. “So... I was wondering—are you free later this afternoon? Maybe coffee? I could really use a break from my own brand of chaos.” 

You glanced around your shared apartment, the morning light filtering through dusty blinds and pooling on the faded rug. The place was a patchwork of Parker and your personalities: mismatched furniture scavenged from thrift stores, a sprawling bookshelf bursting with fantasy novels, G&G rulebooks, records stacked in a corner, and dozens of potted plants, some thriving, some quietly dying. Parker insisted on keeping them, he said that they kept the air clean. 

You peeked into the living room, where Parker was draped over the couch, tangled in the heap of blankets, His colorful hair stuck out in wild tufts, and a half-deflated stress ball was clenched loosely in his hand. He groaned dramatically as you caught his eye. 

Late afternoon meant late for Chance. Admitly, probably too late for coffee, but your sleep schedule was already pretty messed up, and you would never turn down a hangout with your friend. “Well,” you began, smiling, “coffee sounds perfect, and I’m free.”

“Awesome,” Chance replied. “I’ll text you the details.”

Before you could say bye, Chance beat you to it, and the line dropped dead. He must've been extremely busy. He always said goodbye. You put your phone back on the counter and made your way to stand by the couch, where Parker had started attempting a slow, exaggerated stretch that reminded you of some inhuman entity, waking up from a deep slumber.

“Finally awake?” you teased.

Parker groaned again, throwing a pillow at you but missing by a mile. Instead of replying to your teasing, he just waved his hand. “Ugh. That guy! I haven’t heard from him in like a week! Why didn't he invite me too?” 

You laughed, dropping down beside him. “Don’t be jealous. He probably has just been busy. He sounded distracted, anyway..”

Parker gave you a sideways glance, one brow raised, then pretended to dramatically wipe sweat from his brow. “Oh, I’m not jealous,” he said, voice dripping with mock sincerity. “I just can’t believe I wasn't invited to watch you be Mega-Gay for him.”

You nudged him playfully. “It’s a normal amount of gay, thank you very much.”

The two of you sat quietly for a moment, the familiar hum of the city drifting through the cracked-open window mixing with the distant sound of a neighbor’s singing (If it could be called that, It was honestly a rough listen. Something about showers?) practice. Your crush on Chance wasn't something Parker actually knew about. What he was referring to was a joke that started with your G&G campaign. Your character has romanced one of the NPCs, which, naturally, led to very fun character flirting that all your friends loved to tease you about. Eventually, that led to silly jokes when you would all get together. 

In reality, you did have a massive crush on your friend. Not only Chance, but Parker too. He made your heart flutter in all the best ways. He was kind, funny, and so so thoughtful. He was the reason you were able to get back on your feet after a messy fight with your last landlord. Telling either of them this, though seemed to be strictly off limits, as they were two of the best friends you had ever made. 

Your gaze drifted to the kitchen counter, stacked with a jumble of mugs, a half-empty jar of peanut butter, and the infamous “coffee machine that never quite works.” Parker had insisted it added character. It did not.

“Soooooo, you’re definitely going to ask him why he hates me, anad refuses to see me, right?” he asked, nudging your knee gently.

You laughed, heart skipping. “Sure, Parker. If it eases your mind, I’ll make sure to ask.”

Parker burst out laughing. “Make him regret not asking me to come too!”

You shook your head, smiling at how easy it was with him. It was moments like this, quiet, ridiculous, comfortable, that made you wonder if maybe there was something more to what he felt as well. He would let his touches linger, and stare longer than necessary on occasion. You shook your head faintly, and reminded yourself that's just how he was. 

Parker caught your lingering look and followed your glance to the sink, then he gave you a goofy grin. “Don’t worry,” he said, nudging you again, “I’ll do the dishes while you're out!”

You smiled back, warmth blooming in your chest.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

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True to his word, Chance did send you the details for your meetup. Just like you thought, it was late. Too late for coffee, yet you still ordered a latte. 

The café smells like burnt espresso and cinnamon scones, but you barely notice. You’re too busy watching Chance stir his coffee like he’s trying to will it into being anything but coffee. Which is silly, because he could have ordered any other drink on the menu, so you assumed it wasn't the coffee. He hasn’t said much since you sat down, which is unusual, normally, he’s all jokes and barely-contained chaos by now.

You glance at him over the rim of your mug. “You look like someone is failing all their death saves.”

Chance huffs a laugh through his nose. “Nice. Go ahead, kick a guy while he’s down.”

“I’d never,” you say with a smile. “Not without at least rolling first.” Its cringe-worthy, you know it. Normally Chance is the one cranking out all the G&G related puns, in fast enough succession to make you want to tape his mouth shut, but tonight its you. 

That earns you a faint grin, but it doesn’t last. He slumps in his seat, running his hands over his face, messing his glasses up as he does so. Then, voice quieter than you expect, he mutters:

“I think I’m actually burnt out. Like... seriously.”

You blink, caught off guard. Chance never admits to being tired. He’s the guy who stays up all night prepping NPC dialogue and tracks initiative like a mad scientist. He lives to GM. Or at least, you thought he did. Thinking about it now, it makes sense why he would feel burnt out. You nod sympathetically. 

“Burnt out from running everything?” you ask carefully.

He nods. “Yeah. Campaign’s fun, but every week it’s more like... ‘how do I keep this thing from falling apart?’ I’m behind on prep, work has been so crazy recently and—” He cuts himself off with a frustrated exhale. “I don’t know. I’m just tired, Y/N. And I feel bad about it. Everyone’s counting on me to keep the story going. Im sorry... I just can’t get into the right headspace to GM. I don’t want to half-ass it or make it boring.”

You set your mug down and lean in slightly. “Chance. You don’t have to carry everything. Seriously.”

He shrugs, still not looking at you. “Kinda feels like I do, though.”

“Nope,” you say, not missing a beat. “Not letting you spiral.”

His head lifts, confused. “What?”

“I’m hijacking your evening and weekend,” you declare. “Parker’s been wanting to have a casual game night. Why don’t I call him? Maybe you could come over, relax, and just play without the pressure to run the game.”

Chance squints. “Wait, Parker’s wants to have a casual night?” He asks, completely stopped on the wrong point. “Parker, ‘the-rules-are-sacred’ Parker?”

You shrug, “More or less.” 

Chance smiles, hopeful. “Really? That sounds perfect. I could use a night off.”

You pulled out your phone and dialed Parker's number. It barely rang before your roommate picked up. “Yelllllllow?” His voice lively called through the phone.

“Hey, Parker! So, Chance is feeling kind of burnt out and needs a chill night. Would you be up for a game night tonight? Like, board games, snacks, no stress stuff?”

There was a beat, then Parker’s voice burst through, enthusiastic and loud enough to draw a few curious glances.

“Absolutely! Tell Chance he’s definitely invited! I’ve been itching to throw a game night for weeks. This is perfect!”

You smiled, “Great! We’ll be home around seven?”

“Sounds good! I’ll clean up and everything! Do you want to pick up some snacks?. I can’t wait!”

You replied with an excited hum, and hung up meeting Chances eyes, who was already grinning, looking at you like you were the best person on the planet. 

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You spent the time before seven walking around with Chance to help clear his head, and heading to different convenience stores to pick up snacks. As it approached seven, you made your way back to the apartment complex. As, you and Chance walked through the city streets, the evening air was cool and refreshing. You had switched back and forth on who was holding onto who’s arm now, and chance now had his arm wrapped around yours, as you led him up the stairs to your room. The familiar buzz of anticipation stirred in Chance’s chest as you approached the door.

Parker was waiting at the door, and the moment he saw you both through the peephole, he flung the door open, arms crossed but smiling wide, like he’d been counting down the minutes.

“Welcome to the lair,” he said, gesturing dramatically as he opened the door. “Getting cozy already?” He winked at Chance. 

Chance scoffed, and sat up, untangling his arm from yours. “Nonsense! I was just keeping my dear Fayrus warm on the walk home.” he said dramatically, referencing your G&G character. You laughed, and took a step inside. 

Inside, the apartment was transformed into game central, piles of board games stacked on the coffee table, bowls of snacks scattered around, and cozy blankets strewn about. In the center, the couch had a blanket fort built around it, open to face the coffee table and TV. It was tall enough for you to sit comfortably, but Chance might have to duck slightly. 

Chance looked around, relaxing visibly.

“Thanks for this–”

Parker clapped Chance on the back, cutting him off with a playful smirk. “No worries. Tonight’s about fun. Let’s get started.” he said, taking Chance by the waist and leading him to sit around on the floor, where he picked up the first game of the evening and placed it between the group. 

You settled in beside them, and Parker emptied the game onto the floor. “Alright,” he announced, “first game: Secret Sketch.”

Chance raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“It’s simple,” Parker explained, pulling out a stack of cards with words, a timer, and a sketchpad with markers. “One person draws the word on their card, obviously they can’t speak or use letters or numbers. The other two guesses. five rounds, rounds are over after everyone has drawn once, the highest combined score wins. If you’re drawing, when people guess correctly you get a point for each person who guesses right. If you’re guessing, you get a point for being right.”

You exchanged glances. Lots of explaining the rules, but it made Parker happy so you didnt stop him. “Sounds fun.” you agreed, and Chance nodded. 

Chance smiled, more relaxed now. “Okay, I’m in.” Chance took his Jacket off and set it next to him, then he leaned back on his hands, sitting crisscrossed on the floor near you. Honestly, It was distracting. Chance was attractive, and you weren't sure if he knew exactly how attractive he was. 

Both you and Parker spaced out, staring at his tattooed arms until your faces grew red. When you both pulled your eyes away from his arms and looked back up, Parker bashfully pretended not to notice. 

Clearing his throat, Parker handed the first card to you. You peeked and gasped quietly, mouthing the words to yourself, blinking slowly as you processed the words. “’Octopus playing guitar.’” you bit your lip, pulling it anxiously with your teeth. 

Chance snorted, presumably at your expression. He extended the marker to you.

You took the marker, set the timer, and began your frantic, messy sketching.

The tension melted instantly as laughter bubbled up at the ridiculous drawings. (“Seriously what is that supposed to be?”) 

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After five painstakingly long rounds of sketching you stood up to stretch your legs. Parker had begun to get onto you and Chance for attempting to sneak peaks at each other's cards to make guessing easier. “I’m going to go grab some more snacks, you should set up the next game.” 

You pet Parker's head as you walked by, He was actively rising to sit on his knees, and push the paper explaining the rules into Chance's face. 

As you walked back into the kitchen, you giggled, hearing Parker ask Chance if “The rules really meant nothing to him?!” 

You set the snacks on the counter and let yourself get distracted, watching them banter. They seem lost in their own world, Chance giggling as Parker read out the rules, painstakingly slow to emphasize their importance. They worked together, the kind of easy rhythm that comes from history, from weeks or months of something unspoken hanging in the air. Its not like Chance hated rules, but being a GM meant he was incharge, he made the rules, and followed them, of course he loved rules. It was just fun to mess with Parker. After being friends for so long, it was just an understood rhythm between you guys. 

Deep in thought, you eventually looked back up to see Parker hovering over Chance’s, hands on either side of him, in his best attempt to be intimidating. “What’s the point of playing games if you're just going to cheat!?” He asked. 

Chance looked up at Parker, and you saw something pass through his eyes as he glanced down to Parker's lips, then his face flushed. His hand shakily rose to Parker's side, causing him to shudder and blush in turn. 

“Okay.. You’re right.” Chance stuttered, breathing out. The tension from before was replaced with something else, and you felt giddy. Seeing your two favorite people act so flustered together sent a warm feeling up your spine, and straight to your head. 

Parkers eyes widened, and nodded “Oh-okay…” He muttered, before leaning back from Chance, who seemed to let his hand linger even as Parker pulled away. 

You smiled, and clapped, making your entrance with snacks known. “Ohhkay! Whats next?” You asked, watching them both untangle from each other completely, blushes on their face as Parker began into the next game description.  

You wonder if they know.

If they know that every time Parker’s hand brushes yours when passing game tokens, your heart stutters. If they know that the way Chance leans on your shoulder when he laughs makes it harder and harder not to just… say something. Anything.

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The next game has something with cards and timers and way too many rules, which Parker explains with intense focus while Chance listens with fake seriousness, occasionally winking at you like, I’m going to mess this up on purpose.

And he does.

Every round, he finds a way to break the rules: adding fake points, declaring himself the “wild card,” or, at one point, assigning Parker a completely made-up punishment; “You have to compliment me every time I roll a six.” 

Parker sighs but follows through on his next six, “Your hair. It looks nice. It’s messy, in a cute way. it suits you.” His face flushes, and it spreads down to his neck. His hands shake, and he threatens to drop his card. 

Chance freezes mid-laugh, visibly caught off guard.

You had almost choked on your soda.

Parker notices the silence and frowns. “What?”

Chance clears his throat, looking down at the cards in his hands. “Nothing. Just... not used to those kinds of.. Well.. the nice stuff from you.”

Parker glances at you like he’s looking for someone to help him, but you just smile awkwardly and take a long sip from your drink to hide the fact that your brain is screaming: Say something. Say you like them. Say anything.

But you don’t.

Because they’re them. Brilliant, quick-witted, soft-hearted Chance and meticulous, emotionally-dense Parker. And you’re just... the guy caught between them, falling a little harder every time they look at each other like that. Watching them fight off their feelings for each other, makes you find them both more adorable and endearing. 

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After that game, Chance disappears into the kitchen to hunt for pretzels while Parker sits beside you on the couch, carefully sorting cards back into their sleeves.

“Thanks for kinda throwing this into action,” he says quietly, not looking up. “He really needed it.”

You nod. “I know. Thank you too, for agreeing..”

There’s a pause.

Then, softer he added: “I think I needed it too.”

You look at him. At the way his fingers fidget with the cards. His voice goes small like when he’s feeling too much but doesn’t want to say so. You reach out, and place a gentle hand on his knee. You run your thumb back and forth along his knee, something you did often. Living together, there was more than one occasion where you would cuddle (Purley platonically of course!) to fall asleep, so physical contact wasn't something new to either of you. Yet, he seemed distracted and jumpy tonight. 

“You don’t always have to be in control, you know,” you murmur.

He gives you a quick glance, then looks down again. “Neither does he.” He says, almost defensively, but he stops himself. “I think..-” 

You both look up at the same time when Chance leans back around the kitchen doorway. “You two whispering about me?” he asks, one brow raised, a bowl of pretzels in his hands. He has a pretzel in his mouth as he smirks. 

You smirk. “Only in flattering tones.”

Parker clears his throat, and speaks at the same time as you. “Absolutely not.”

Chance pauses, and all three of you giggle. “Okay, yeah. Definitely whispering about me.” He comes back to sit with you guys as you start the next game. 

Laughter, jokes, quiet moments in between. You try not to let yourself read into every glance, every graze of a hand or brush of a knee. But you do.

Because it’s there.

In the way Parker leans closer when Chance talks. In the way Chance stops filling the silence, like he’s starting to trust it. In the way you find yourself watching them both with your heart doing that dumb stutter it always does.

You’re not sure where this night is going. But you kind of hope it never ends.

The pretzels disappear halfway through a new game that none of you are really playing correctly. The rules are a suggestion at best, something Parker tries to uphold, Chance deliberately misreads, and you... you just sit between them, watching the dynamic shift. Parker doesn’t fight it, Chance relaxes, resting his hand on Parker's leg, and his head on your shoulder. 

Not dramatically. Not suddenly. But gradually; Like the way the air gets warmer just before spring.

Parker’s explaining something about event cards when Chance leans over you to grab a piece of paper. His shoulder brushes yours—warm and solid—and he stays there a beat too long. When he finally pulls back, you catch Parker’s eyes flicking toward the two of you. Brief. Curious.

You wonder if he noticed.

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A little later, when Parker gets up to refill drinks, you and Chance stay sprawled on the floor, game pieces scattered around you like the aftermath of a story that never got finished.

Chance tilts his head, studying you. “You okay?”

You blink. “Me? Yeah, I’m good.”

“You’ve just been kinda quiet,” he says, nudging your ankle with his socked foot. “None of us are ever really quiet...” He jokes.

You smile, soft and a little shy. “Just... enjoying this.”

Chance doesn’t answer right away. He sits back, arms resting on his knees, face half-lit by the soft yellow of lights of the room. There’s a look in his eyes you can’t quite name, not the usual playfulness or faux goofy confidence. Something thoughtful.

“You’re good at this,” he says.

“At board games?” You ask, earnestly. 

He snorts, “At making people feel like they’re not gonna fall apart if they stop pretending everything’s fine,” he says, voice low and honest. “I don’t... Well, Thank you.”

You don’t know what to say to that. So you just smile, and let your foot gently tap his in reply. He doesn’t pull away.

When Parker returns with drinks, he hesitates in the doorway for just a second. You don’t see the look on his face, but Chance does.

And he says, too casually, “You spying, or just admiring the view?”

Parker scoffs but blushes. “If I were admiring anything, it’d be the disaster you made out of the rulebook.”

“Liar,” Chance mutters under his breath, but he’s grinning as he scoots over to make space for him on the floor. You press your lips together to hide your own grin, as he cuddles up to you both. 

Chance yawns softly, and you check the time on your phone. Its nearly midnight. You laugh, asking the others if they want to clean up and put on a movie. They agree and you guys start to pick up. As you are cleaning you notice the way Parker relaxes a little more when Chance laughs. The way Chance goes still when Parker speaks softly. The way you’re starting to ache with how much you care for both of them.

After you guys gave up on cleaning up, you guys snuggle up on the couch fort you built. A movie is playing in the background as you all fought off different stages of sleep. Too tired to sit upright, too comfortable to leave. The board games are still on the floor. The cards are a mess. The blanket you tossed over Chance earlier is now half-draped over all three of you. A warmth spreads through your face, and feels like it clogs your throat. 

Parker’s head rests on your shoulder. Chance’s legs are across both your laps, you sit between them. Chance breaks the silence first, voice barely audible.

“We should do this again.” Its sleepy, and adorable, how he sounds so hopeful. 

You nod, gently. “Yeah. We should.”

Parker doesn’t say anything, but he shifts closer.

The soft glow of string lights lit up the living room, casting a gentle warmth over the piles of nonsense around the room. You didn't realize how cuddly Chance could be until just now. He was curled up over your lap, head on Parker's shoulder now. Within no-time he had fallen asleep. His soft snores were rhythmic, like a purring cat.

Parker, who was normally so upbeat and playful, had gone quiet. His shirt and hair had become more ruffled up, and you found it hard not to stare at his face, and the little bit of stomach that showed when he moved around. You really tried not to stare, but after the evening you had, it was difficult to pretend like you weren't infatuated with both ot the men snuggled up to you. 

You turned slightly, careful not to jostle Chance. “You good?” you whispered, catching the faint tension in his jaw.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to Chance’s sleeping face, then back to you.

“I—” Parker’s voice was quieter than usual. “I didn’t think tonight would feel this... perfect. Like, stupidly perfect.”

Your brow furrowed in curiosity, but your heart warmed at the sentiment. “It did turn out great, huh? Even with Chance cheating.”

Parker let out a small laugh, but it faded quickly. He looked at you again, really looked, and you saw something different in his eyes. Something tender. Vulnerable.

“I like you,” he said softly, barely louder than the rustle of the blankets. “A lot. That’s not new. But I didn’t think I’d feel this way about both of you.”

You blinked, surprised, but not in a bad way. He rushed to fill the silence.

“I know it’s weird. I know most people don’t- I’m not trying to make things awkward or mess anything up between us or-”

You reached over and took his hand, attempting to ground him and keep him from spiraling. You kissed his knuckles gently. 

“It’s not weird,” you said, squeezing gently. “And you’re not messing anything up. I care about both of you too. I.. Like both of you too. Maybe it’s not the ‘normal’ setup, but... it feels right. Doesn’t it?”

Parker exhaled slowly, the tension melting from his shoulders. “Yeah,” he murmured. “It does.” his face was bright pink even in the soft lighting. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he stumbles over his words, and before you could reply. 

Then, from the lump between you, a sleepy voice mumbled, “Aww, are you guys talking about feelings? That’s cute.”

Chance stretched across you both and blinked up at you, a grin tugging at his lips. “Holy crit! Took you long enough.”

You and Parker froze. “You were awake?” Parker asked, stunned.

Chance yawned dramatically. “Kind of. You talk loud when you’re nervous. Also, I definitely like both of you too, If I wasn't being clear about that before.” He waved a hand vaguely. “I want to kiss you both too.”

You laughed, heart swelling as Parker rolled his eyes fondly. Chance leaned up and pressed his lips to Parkers and then to yours, It was soft and sweet and tender all at once. He then kissed Parkers cheek before laying back down. 

You smiled, kissing Parker as he grew more and more bashful, hiding in the heap of blankets that Chance was already starting to curl up in. 

The three of you then slowly fell asleep, resting with tangled limbs, a little messy and confusing and a lot warm. 

It felt right. 

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Blossoms in Winter: Six

"Blood and magic go hand and hand."

The words come back to you as you look down at the blood in your underwear. The cramps that stab at you and the unholy fluctuations in your power- John actually making you cry.

It all makes sense now. And you hate it. All of it.

Of course it's today. The first day of spring. Of fucking course it is. You can feel your lip curl even as the tears burn. Fucking stupid fucking- ugh. The thought of asking John how to get blood out of everything, let alone him knowing, is mortifying.

It'll just be one more thing he can fling at you later.

So you bundle everything into a bag and fling it all into the back of your closet. Because fuck this. If you're going to have to bleed now, the mess can wait until you get a brownie from the corner store.

___________________________

"Ah, there's my beloved spawn," Constantine said, finishing his drink. "Here to ruin all my fun."

"Here on orders," you tell him, plucking the glass from his hand and handing him an envelope. "You've got a job."

"You can't bloody do it?" he groaned, ripping it open.

"Listen. I've been dealing with the Justice League jerk offs all week. You can do one little pissy milk run."

John closed one eye and held the envelope up to the light. "Bloody hell," he groaned, "Y/N you can't-"

"She called me a witch and threw a rock at my head," you snort. "Not really in the mood to do a favor."

"You are a witch-"

"And you're a fucking dick but I don't let people call you that in front of me," you tell him, lifting his wallet out of his pocket and throwing down his card to pay for his drinks.

"What flew up your ass?"

"Just go to work," you sigh. "I've been busy enough." And before you throw his wallet back at him, you help yourself to a $20 out of his wallet. Call it a finder's fee. Call it a convenience fee. You called it lunch money- and you were willing to bet John wouldn't even know it was missing until he'd managed to get piss drunk at Zatanna's later and needed to pay for food.

That just sounded like it wasn't your fucking problem.

[lilacprincess7]

Hey heeeey! How are you doing? Love your blog btw ;) Could you perhaps do a Pau x reader? Something where Pau and reader are hosting a dinner at his players and invite the other players like Gavi, Pedri and Co. The other players bring stuff to not come empty-handed (I could imagine Gavi bringing store-bought cookies but having taken them out of the package so it’s not too obvious xD) The reader does most of the cooking and is midly stressed because they want everything to be perfect. Pau helps as good as he can.

Thanks in advance!

Team Dinner anxiety

summary: what the req said

a/n: I saw the 'guess who' video and think he is so cute. I love how him and Hector are so close

You were shaking. Like literally shaking. You and Pau had agreed to host the team dinner of the month and it had you quite anxious. Scratch that. Personally, you looked like a fish out of water. What even were you going to cook? How many dishes should you cook?

Since the season was still going strong you had the problem of everything also being diet appropriate so the guys could actually eat. The next problem was that there were vegeterians and vegans on the invite list. So obviously you needed to cook a little bit of everything.

That preperetion certainly needed more than a pair of hands. Who better to drag into this mess than your boyfriend? Frankly, he already knew you were stressed about and was going to offer his help anyway. You just managed to ask him before he asked you.

So here you were, talking about it in the comfort of your couch. You were currently sat on his lap, his big arms encircling your waist, his hands grasping opposite hips, big green eyes looking up and meeting your own gaze with his chin against your chest.

"Baby, you are distracting me, stop it"

"Why? I literally didn't even move!"

"I know! But I'm freaking out and I need help and you are sitting here so calm and just looking at me like I'm the best think in the world and it makes me blush and feel shy and I can't consentrate with the task at hand!"

"Okay okay, I'll stop looking at you. There. My eyes are closed. But for the record, you are the best thing in the world. You are my entire world hermosa..."

"Guapooo" you said in awe, rolling off of him and on the couch, hiding your face with a nearby blanket.

He was full on smiling with your reaction. It wasn't something uncommon per say, him saying such things and making you blush. It never failed to make you a shy and cute -in his opinion, you disagreed- mess.

"Okay, now I'm pausing for real. Look, in the kitchen I'm a mess. I will blow things up. I can't help at all...but"

"But?"

"I know how to have a barbeque... I can make some steaks, sausages, even some burgers if you want.." he suggested, looking at you with that pair of eyes that had you melting easily.

"That solves so many problems! You are a lifesaver!" you said as you climbed his lap again and kissed him full on the lips.

Now stress gave way to excitment. You would make a couple of salads, possibly put some mushrooms and peppers in the oven as well, that way vegetarians and vegans were covered. The boys would be fine with the meat and you could also throw some fish in the oven, if anyone wasn't in the mood for meat or had some allergy.

The dinner was in two days, so tomorrow you would go shopping with Pau after he got back from training and get everything you need to cook. This was going to be the best team dinner ever and you would make sure of it!

And here you were, in the middle of an isle on the supermarket, trying and failing to reach a bottle of oil from the top self. You were this close to just straight up giving up when Pau made an appearance. “Baby, what’s going on? What are you trying to reach with such a passion?” He asked, chuckling a bit.

“I want to reach that bottle of oil, but it’s too high and I can’t…” you trailed off, pouting

“You can, with a bit of help” he said

With minimal effort, your boyfriend had literally manhandled you and now you found yourself seated on his shoulders, like you weighted as much as a feather. “Now you can reach it hermosa, no?” He teased as he grasped your thigh with one hand, he looked up at you and smiled wide, his eyes lightning up in the process. He had that look of love dancing in his eyes when he looked at you and it always made you feel butterflies.

“Yes, yes stop teasing me…” you trailed off smiling back at him.

You were genuinely so happy with him in your life. A simple look, a gentle touch of his was enough to make you feel better, to make you feel whole even in the most difficult situations. He was everything you could ever need and everything you would ever want. You really hoped and he knew so that he would be the father of your children one day.

Somehow, nothing blew up. That was mostly because this time around Pau was not distracting you and was out in the backyard taking care of the meat he had chosen to cook. You were quite a bit anxious once again because you were making baked mushrooms for the first time on your own and you freaked out.

Like totally panicked. You called your mom to make sure you had the right recipe and then your grandma. They both teased you, saying that Pau has stolen your mind and you had zero braincells left. They also said that you had made this since you were five years old and laughed a bit more. You replied to both of them similarly with something along the lines of 'haha really funny, not that it isn't true...'.

Finally, after you were stack in a kitchen the whole day, your guests started arriving and you were somewhat tense at first. What if anyonw got food poisoning. Another stupid thought since you knew how to cook and Pau always praised you for your talent.

Fortunately, he was there once again to calm you down. He stopped you while you were taking a tray of cheese in the living room as a side for the wine. He got the plate from you and put it down on the kitchen table.

"Amor take a breath" he said quietly

"Why? I'm fine I swea-"

"You are anxious. And I can literally feel your hand shaking so please take a deep breath in for me.." he trailed off, looking at you straight in the eyes pleadingly. If he knew you would be so stressed about it he would have told you to not host it, to cancel it even. You were above everyone else in his heart.

So you did as he told you. He helped you control your breath and guided you for a moment.

"Now, do you feel a bit better?" he asked concerned

"Yeah, thank you amor"

"Anything for my woman" he replied as he kissed your knuckles

He hugged you for a couple of minutes after, mostly wanting to reasure himself that you were okay. He peppered some kisses on your face, one landing on your nose, another on your temple, a third on your cheekbone. He was so affectionate with you that it made you dizzy.

The rest of the evening was perfect. The wags asked you for some of your recipes even. They were quite impressed by your cooking skills and wanted to know more. In the end, it really was the best team dinner ever.

a/n: hope you liked it!!

[fayflutter]

No More Capes-Miraculous x Invincible AU

Thanks for all your feedback, especially from my friends @thefcguy and @natedogx15

I'm making some big changes to my In Her Shadow AU (aka my Miraculous bad ending next generation verse) into No More Capes AU.

(Just a sidenote, I will be basing this AU on the Invincible the show, NOT the comics as I have not read all the way through the comics yet and lot of my knowledge comes from the show. So this AU will focus on Invincible the show rather than the comics. Just for any Invincible comic fans out there who complain that I’m not adhering to the comics’ timeline).

Background

Ladybug, Chat, and the Miraculers have been fighting Chrysalis for years. Meanwhile the world recovers from Omni-Man’s betrayal and the countless battles fought by Invincible.

Using his dimensional abilities, Angstrom Levy accidentally causes a bridge between the two worlds, permanently merging them together. Then the alternate Marks attack, making the Miraculers' world much bigger and more dangerous as they work with heroes of the Invincble verse to stop the Marks.

As they grow accustomed to each others' worlds, heroes like Invincible, Atom Eve, the Immortal and others having to put on kiddie gloves when it comes to akumas since they're still ordinary people being held hostage by their own emotions and manipulated by a person who uses evil butterflies and Ladybug who can magically reverse any damage done in a fight (not the weirdest thing in the universe, but definitely takes some getting used to especially when the Miraculers are constantly jumping at the sight of a butterfly). While the Parisian heroes are getting used to seeing blood and broken bones and death as akumas never resorted to such violent methods before. Even Chrysalis is surprised by how aggressive and destructive her akumas have become. The Miracle Cure can heal the damage done by akumas, but the countless lives and destruction caused by the alt Marks? That can’t be reversed (aka a cartoon made for kids is introduced to a 17 and up animated show and vice versa).

The Miraculers start getting government support and aid as well as from the Global Defense Agency. Provided that they hand over some miraculous for…scientific research (aka they want to study the Miraculouses and the kwamis). As the Guardian, Marinette is reluctant to give the Miraculous to GDA so the Miraculers instead decides they'll hand them over once Chrysalis is defeated and the butterfly miraculous is retrieved, safely in the Miracle Box (aka the Miraculers are stalling until they can come up with a different solution then handing over magical reality bending jewelry to GDA).

Unfortunately, things go from bad to worse when Ladybug’s secret is leaked online about Gabriel and Hawkmoth. It’s too late to get the original story deleted and the backlash is bad.

The people of Paris can no longer trust their saviors, losing faith in their heroes. If Omni-Man could lie and murder the Original Guardians of the Globe, if Ladybug could lie about a villain, who can they trust?

Some of the Miraculers quit, go rogue as vigilantes, or retire as they feel they no longer can work with someone who lied, not just to the people of Paris, but to her own allies.

Adrien breaks up with Marinette. Even her closest friends like Alya who knew Marinette was Ladybug are betrayed by this revelation and distances themselves from her.

Basically, Marinette is a mess. She is alone, lost, and breaking down, everything is falling apart around her.

Finally, one of her friends reaches out to her with a message to meet up. Before leaving, she stores the Ladybug Miraculous in a safe, secure place in her room (she’s so afraid that someone might steal them right from her ear, she won't even wear them out anymore).

She doesn’t even see the blow coming before everything goes dark.

The Present

Cut to a couple decades later, the people of Paris have moved on (yet the scar of betrayal remains), the akuma class grieves Marinette and continued on with their lives. Those who knew her secret of being Ladybug kept it, some secrets are better hidden.

Elodie Trommeline-Duparc, (the adopted daughter of Jean and Austin T (thank you to the anon who suggested making her related to Jean and for @booksrbetterthanpeople for getting me hooked on Jean/Austin T :)) and her friends are sneaking into (not breaking and entering as they haven’t technically broken anything yet) into an abandoned, decrepit bakery in the middle of the night for content for a friend’s Zoo channel (you know, like dumb teens do).

As they are walking around, Elodie stumbles upon a box with a pair of earrings inside and, against better judgement, takes them. After a series of events, she reluctantly becomes the new Ladybug and has to step up to stop a resurgence of Chrysalis and her akumas.

Only, Elodie already has a secret of her own.

Elodie Trommeline-Duparc is only half human.

She’s been hiding her powers and her true origins her whole life.

Faced with new akumas, villains, and even threats from the stars, Elodie aims to bring hope back to Paris and assemble a new team to finish what her predecessor started.

[moshieee]

so when IS your birthday? :0

I know right??? math is such a fun subject!!!

Open the tags if you dare

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

RE9 AU where the game is centered around the winters family with mia as the antagonist trying to bring back ethan and rosemary as the protagonist trying to stop her...

[fuumiku]

It was Maid Day today yesterday a week ago so I got struck by inspiration to draw the worsties, and it ran away from me into a whole AU where they’re coworkers at a maid cafe. She’s a med student & this is just a part time job, and this is his depression job while he gets his life back together. He needs something he can be workaholic about to forget what it’s like having a personal life and personal issues. He’s actually the accountant, but the new hire janitor (Izutsumi) doesn’t show up for half her shifts and is a sloppy worker, so he gets the extra work of doing her job on top of his because he’s undervalued and overworked. Of course, janitors also have an uniform to keep the aesthetic cohesion as they go about cleaning the place, of course.

Senshi’s the part time cook you only see slivers off, he’s kind and warm when you do see him and have a chat but most shifts he’s in and out the kitchen without a trace. Laios and Falin are regulars because Falin and Marcille are besties & in the same med school, Laios accompanies Falin as she visits her friend at work and gets hooked on the food. Chilchuck has to remind Marcille to work instead of chatting with Falin for an hour, and next thing he knows she’s distracting him from work too. That’s it that’s the AU. Inspired by this idol AU fanart a bit <3

This was not meant to be birthday gift but well…… Happy bday Chil!!!

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