#or think youre cool and funny for making fun of others

[blossomcola]

hi! i have a request if u don’t mind?

i need lara and megan CARNALLY it’s so embarrassing. especially after the gabriella mv. like how do u expect me NOT to thirst after seeing them in those SUITS????? SAPPHICS in suits nonetheless.

but anyway. that last fem reader x dani drabble was so hot OMG. it got me thinking. i’d like to imagine lara and megan tag-teaming someone (hypothetical 7th member? random hot girl from the club? mutual best friend? idk) they’ve had their eye on for a while. drawing her in, laying her down, whispering into her ear. lara being smooth and cool as always, weaseling herself between the girl’s legs - megan kneeling over the girl’s face and still somehow making her laugh without killing the mood, being the beautiful lovable goofball she is.

they make her cum over and over again, overstimulating her to the brink, switching positions, getting themselves off while they continuously fuck this girl’s brains out - treating this like one big game as their greedy fingers spread her nice and wide for their visual appeal. maybe there’s this one moment where it’s megan eating her out, and lara sitting right behind her, instead - coaxing her shaky legs open, whispering all sweet in her ear: “can you give us one more, pretty baby?”

pairing. dom!megara x sub!fem reader

content warnings. cunnilingus, face sitting, fingering, praise, scissoring.

knowing that megara often goes out to parties or events, either alone or accompanied by someone like emily, for example, i wouldn’t be surprised if something like this happens. they both have the vibe that they are going to a party to have fun and spend time together but without taking away the possibility of finding a third party for the fun of the night.

they together are a danger because it is a combination that makes you dizzy and feel multiple feelings at the same time. megan would be on one side, charismatic and cheerful as always, telling jokes or just common comments that sound funny coming from her lips — while lara would be a little less... subtle about her intentions. she’s a softer talker so she’d leave the talking part to megan, maybe occasionally giving you a compliment on your appearance and focusing on how the clothes fit your body perfectly, coming to rest a hand on your thigh and caressing your skin with her thumb in a way that makes it difficult for you to pay attention to megan’s words… of course you wouldn’t refuse when they offered you to go home with them!

they both definitely have restless hands. i can imagine that when you lie down on the mattress they don’t even let you think about the situation because they already have their hands on your body, making you practically whine since the touch of both has a great contrast to the other’s; of course lara loves being able to have these kinds of moments with a girl, but as much as she loves being passionate, she would consider making you enjoy the moment. so she would be a little slower and more sensual in her touching of you, leaving a trail of kisses all over your abdomen while her hands caress your thighs and massage the flesh between her fingers, slowly going down to your belly and trying to be slow just to make you squirm. it’s a shame megan can’t keep her hands for herself, and you realize it by the hand with which she shamelessly gropes your tits, it doesn’t take long for her to close her lips over one of your nipples and suck as if she were a baby.

lara being super gentle and putting your pleasure first, kneeling between your legs and leaning down until she was eye level with your dripping pussy, looking you straight in the eyes as she gives a slow lick along your slit that makes you moan beautifully for her. megan doesn’t want to be left out and knows what she has to do, sitting next to your head on the bed and stroking your hair to get your attention, asking if she can sit on your face like it’s the most common thing in the world, but that doesn’t mean you’d say no! she definitely loves how you whimper against her pussy as she uses your mouth to her liking while lara is between your legs eating you out in a way that makes your head spin, not wasting time making witty comments and jokes that only she laughs at because lara is busy and you can only babble — also at a certain point lara would choose to change technique, positioning herself between your legs and lowering herself until her pussy is pressed against yours, grinding against you and making pleasing megan a more than difficult task, especially when megan decides to slide a hand between your thighs and start playing with your clit.

since megan recently came out of the closet, we could say that maybe she doesn’t have the best experience with girls, so what better for her than for lara to teach her how to please one using your body as an example? things like guiding her to the moment megan is between your thighs, telling her what to do and how to touch you correctly, but this means that lara also has to give demonstrations to correct megan when she is wrong and not understanding her words! something like megan asking “so? am i doing it right?” when she’s fingering you or playing with you before she actually starts fucking you, only for lara to reply, “no, do it like this.” and not even giving megan time to move away because she joins in immediately, sliding two fingers inside you along with megan’s that were already inside and making you squirt instantly due to overstimulation — and this means there’s also a good chance they’ll both eat you out at the same time.

and letting megan practice with you is the best. lara leaning against the back of the bed, having you lying against her body and your back pressed against her chest, both of her hands holding the back of your knees and keeping them open for megan, who is between your legs devouring you and exploring. lara would give you soft and loving kisses on the curve of your neck and shoulder every time you started to sob and squirm, telling you to just hold on a little longer and that she’ll give you a nice reward if you can be a good girl for a little longer.

[psformybss]

hiii, sweetie <3

i have a request 🤸🏽‍♀️

could you write something based on the tik tok trend "Telling my husband I Signed him up for '100 men vs gorilla'" , please? like you make this joke to rafe/drew, how do you think he will react? ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

example:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSkmUUpfr/

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSkmUmsSo/

So I Signed You Up for Something…

rafe cameron x reader

a/n: hi, im so sorry this took me so long to write 😭 i loved the request tho and it was so funny to think of all the possible reactions rafe could have had to it

The phone is perfectly hidden, angled behind a candle on the dresser like it’s just part of the aesthetic. You check it twice, make sure the red recording light is tucked safely out of view. Then you inhale, smooth out your expression, and walk into the living room like nothing’s going on.

Rafe’s sprawled across the couch in his usual position. Hood up. Legs draped over the cushions like he fell there and decided to live forever. He’s snacking on something crunchy, completely oblivious.

You lift your phone to your ear like you’re in the middle of a Very Serious Call. Calm. Focused. Methodical.

“Yeah,” you say, loud enough for him to hear. “He’s confirmed. I already sent in the paperwork this morning. Should be all good to go.”

There’s a pause. He shifts slightly but doesn’t look up. Yet.

You pace a little, just to sell it. “Uh-huh. Six two, athletic, decent pain tolerance. Pretty competitive. Bit of a short fuse, but I think that’ll help in this situation.”

That gets him.

Rafe’s head tilts. He doesn’t speak, just stares at you like he’s trying to figure out if you’re talking about him—or about someone you’re cheating with. Both seem equally concerning at this point.

“Wait,” he says, mouth full of pretzels, “who’s got a short fuse? And what situation?”

You give him a dismissive little wave and keep going, completely in character. “No, I haven’t told him yet. I figured I’d wait until the waiver comes through. He’ll be fine, though. He doesn’t scare easy.”

That’s when he puts the pretzels down.

“Okay, seriously,” he says, sitting up like his whole body just remembered how to move, “what’s going on? Who doesn’t scare easy? What waiver? Why are we using words like waiver in this house?”

You end the fake call with a casual “Alright, cool—talk soon,” and slide your phone into your back pocket. Then you look at Rafe like this is the most normal Tuesday of your life.

He’s already staring at you like you’re a stranger who broke into his house. “What was that?”

You settle on the edge of the couch beside him. “So, I signed you up for something.”

His face does not say “Oh, fun.” His face says, “I knew it. This is how I die.”

“What kind of something?” he asks, eyes narrowing, voice cautious.

You hesitate just long enough to build suspense. Then:

“It’s called 100 Men vs One Gorilla.”

He blinks once. Twice. “…The hell did you just say to me?”

“It’s like a controlled test,” you explain, perfectly calm. “You and ninety-nine other guys in a stadium. One adult male silverback gorilla. You don’t get weapons. Just teamwork. And adrenaline.”

Rafe’s mouth falls open like his soul just left his body.

“Excuse me?” he chokes out. “Did you just say no weapons?! Against a gorilla?!”

You nod solemnly. “You’d be surprised how far human coordination can go in a—”

“STOP.” He throws his hands up. “Do you know what a gorilla is? Do you?! That’s not a raccoon. That’s not a confused bear. That’s muscle and rage in a fur coat! You put me in a ring with a gorilla, you might as well start digging the hole now!”

You bite your lip. “I thought it’d be a fun challenge?”

“A fun ch—are you insane?!” He stands up like the very idea offended his bloodline. “This is how you surprise me? Not a weekend trip. Not a PS5. You hand me a death sentence with a smile?”

He’s pacing now. Talking with his hands. Completely gone. “I got shin splints walking through the mall yesterday. And you think I’m gonna square up with something that can bench press a car?”

You’re wheezing now. Laughing so hard your face hurts.

He pauses mid-rant, staring. “Why are you laughing?”

You try to breathe. Try to talk. Fail.

“No, seriously. Why—why are you laughing like that?” His voice cracks. “What kind of joke is this?”

Finally, between gasps, you manage: “Because… it is a joke.”

He blinks. “What?”

You gesture toward the dresser, tears in your eyes. “I was recording a TikTok. It’s a prank.”

He stares at you. Looks toward the dresser. Doesn’t spot anything. Turns back to you with the most betrayed expression of all time.

“You’re kidding.”

You shake your head, still laughing.

“You made me think I was gonna get murdered by a gorilla, for a TikTok?!”

You fall back onto the couch, gasping.

Rafe runs a hand down his face, grinning now despite himself. “I was already accepting my fate. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I resigned to death. I was about to Google if gorillas respect eye contact.”

You sit up, wiping your tears. “So… you’re not mad?”

“Oh no,” he says darkly, collapsing next to you. “But I am plotting. Enjoy peace while it lasts, baby girl.”

You smirk. “Worth it.”

He glares at you with a smile twitching on his lips. “You are unwell.”

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[supi-wupi]

Can’t believe your mine - Seungkwan

pairing: seungkwan x reader synopsis: Seungkwan has been your best friend since forever. In love with you since forever too. Everyone else sees it. But you don’t — until he sings your favorite song, but with your name in it. wc: 2.5k genre: Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, warning: Established Relationship (eventually), Slowburn (implied history), SEVENTEEN Being SEVENTEEN, Fake FBI Surveillance Energy, Love Confessions via Shared Notes, Joshua is a Secret Softie, No Real Plot Just Vibes a/n: idk why, but yall have probably noticed that i put like case file/letters in all my fics… its not an obsession… its my trademark…

Seungkwan has been your best friend since you were eight, and cried in the hallway because someone made fun of your mushroom haircut. He gave you half his kimbap and told you your hair looked like a very cool helmet, and you decided right then he was your favorite person in the world.

He still is.

Some things never change. Like how he always texts you when he finds a new iced coffee spot, even if it’s 10 p.m and you’re already in bed. Like how he knows your favorite karaoke songs and never complains when you sing them off-key. Like how he always buys two of everything — “just in case you show up,” he says, even though you always do.

Everyone sees it. Sees the way his gaze softens when you’re laughing too hard to breathe. The way he always positions himself between you and a crowded street. The way he sings every birthday song like he’s auditioning for a musical, just to make you smile.

Everyone sees it — except you.

Until your birthday.

You’d had plans with your other friends, who ended up bailing last-minute, citing rain and traffic and general life exhaustion. You’d shrugged it off, said it was fine, that it wasn’t a big deal.

But it kind of was. You don’t like making a fuss, but birthdays still meant something. Especially when you’d secretly hoped someone — maybe him — would do something small and sweet and just for you.

So when you open the door that night to find Seungkwan standing there with a paper bag, soaked hoodie, and the biggest grin, you’re already blinking back something suspicious behind your eyes.

“I brought seaweed soup,” he announces, pushing past you like he owns the place. “Because I’m Korean and sentimental, and also, you looked sad on your story earlier, don’t lie.”

“You saw that?”

“I have notifications on,” he says, like it’s normal. “For emergencies. Or cute selfies. Same thing.”

You laugh while closing the door, heart squeezing in that familiar way it always does around him. He’s already setting out food, rambling about how he had to beg an auntie to let him cut the line because “my best friend’s birthday is today, and I will cry in your shop if you don’t let me through.”

“Did you really say that?” you ask.

“Ask the lady. She said I was dramatic but let me in. I think she was scared of me.”

Later, after the soup, after the tiny cake he baked himself (“Don’t ask how it tastes — just love me for the effort”), after the candles and laughter and a very bad game of charades, he clears his throat.

And that’s when you know something’s up.

Because Seungkwan is always performing, always loud and theatrical and effortlessly funny — but when he’s serious, he gets quiet. Still.

He grabs his phone, clicks something, then sets it down between you.

“Play,” he says.

You do.

Music filters through the speakers — soft, acoustic, gentle. And then his voice, warm like sunlight, starts to sing. It’s your favorite song. The one you always make him do at karaoke, even if he says the key is weird. The one that makes you tear up when you’re tipsy.

But the lyrics are… different.

Because now your name is in it.

Over and over again, like a love letter he never dared to send.

You stare at him. “Is this a joke?”

He shakes his head. “No. Not this time.”

The room is quiet except for his voice echoing through the speakers, weaving your name into each line like it was always meant to be there. You’re not sure when the shift happens — when the realization finally hits — but suddenly everything clicks.

Every late-night call.

Every gentle scolding.

Every saved seat, every shared umbrella, every second he made you feel like you mattered more than anyone else.

It was always there.

You just didn’t see it.

“Seungkwan…”

He bites his lip. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. That I’ve been yours. For a long time.”

You don’t reply right away. You just reach across the space between you, take his hand, and place it over your chest — right where your heart’s beating so fast it hurts.

—

That night, you fall asleep on the couch with his hoodie around your shoulders and his hand still wrapped in yours.

In the quiet, you hear him murmur — maybe thinking you’re asleep — soft and awestruck:

“Can’t believe you’re mine.”

And neither can you.

But you are.

And maybe… you always were.

—

Three days after Seungkwan sang your name into a song and into your heart, he tells you he wants to tell the others.

“Are you sure?” you ask, because dating your best friend is one thing — letting thirteen grown men descend upon the news like seagulls on a french fry is another.

“I’ve waited years to call you mine,” he says, tying his shoes with a grin so wide you can’t even tease him for how dramatic he sounds. “I want the whole world to know. But I’ll start with the hyungs.”

Which, in hindsight, may have been the mistake.

Because Seungkwan doesn’t just tell them.

No.

He makes a PowerPoint.

—

The next day, you’re sitting in their dorm’s living room, sipping iced tea while Vernon casually browses TikTok on one side and Mingyu attempts to peel a mango with a butter knife on the other. It’s peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Until Seungkwan clears his throat — loudly — and sets up a laptop to the TV.

“Everyone. Eyes front.”

Minghao sighs. “Is this about recycling again?”

“No,” Seungkwan says with a gleam in his eyes. “It’s about my heart.”

You shoot him a look. “Seungkwan—”

“Shh. I’m thriving.”

He clicks the remote.

Slide 1: “The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Boo Seungkwan & [Y/N]”

Groans erupt. Soonyoung starts clapping. Jeonghan sits up like he just got handed blackmail. Joshua bites back a laugh and says, “Is this real?”

“Yes,” Seungkwan declares proudly. “It’s real. We’re dating.”

Mingyu drops his mango.

“You’re—what?” Woozi blinks. “Since when?”

“Since I sang to her,” Seungkwan says like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Slide 2: Timeline of Pining: A Tragedy (2008 – The Present)

You bury your face in your hands as he clicks through annotated photos, including one from middle school where you’re holding a juice box and he’s staring at you like you hung the moon.

“Bro,” Dino whispers. “You’ve been down bad.”

“I know,” Seungkwan says, clearly proud.

The slides continue:

Slide 4: Signs She Was Also in Love With Me but Didn’t Know It Yet

Laughed at all my jokes

Shared her fries

Let me win at Mario Kart that one time in 2017

Gave me the biggest slice of cake

“Very convincing,” Jun deadpans.

Slide 6: Proof of Current Status It’s a selfie. You and Seungkwan curled up on your couch, his cheek squished against yours, both smiling so big it hurts to look at.

You peek at him. He’s not even nervous. Just glowing. Like the moment he gets to love you out loud is one he’s rehearsed forever.

“Well…” Jeonghan finally says. “Took you long enough.”

The room explodes.

Everyone talks at once.

“You guys are so annoying,” Vernon says — but he’s smiling.

“Wait, do I owe DK money?” Mingyu groans. “I thought you’d confess in the fall.”

“Soonyoung, pay up!” DK yells from the kitchen.

“Honestly,” Woozi mutters, “this explains so much.”

You’re laughing now, cheeks sore, heart full, as the chaos swells around you.

But then Seungkwan stands again, raising his hand like a conductor calling an encore.

“One last slide.”

Slide 8: Thank You for Supporting Our Love. Then, in tiny font: Yes, you still have to deal with us on karaoke night.

—

Later, when the slides are done and Mingyu’s back to ruining another mango, you’re leaning against Seungkwan’s shoulder, both of you quietly watching the others argue about who gets to be the flower boy at your future wedding.

“They took it well,” you murmur.

“Told you,” he says, smug.

You tilt your head up to look at him. “You made a PowerPoint.”

“And you’re still dating me. Which means I win.”

You roll your eyes — but only a little.

Because he’s right.

You both won.

—

“The Shared Note (and the Receipts)” feat. BooSeungkwan x You, and Joshua: Keeper of Secrets™

A few days after the big PowerPoint reveal, you and Seungkwan drop by the studio to bring lunch.

It’s supposed to be quick.

Just bibimbap, banter, and maybe bullying Woozi into taking a break.

But when Joshua walks in, grinning like he knows something — something more — you realize nothing is ever “just” with SEVENTEEN.

“I have something to show you,” he says, sliding into the seat beside Seungkwan with his phone already out.

“I swear if this is another fan edit of us that you bookmarked—” Seungkwan starts.

Joshua raises an eyebrow. “This is better than a fan edit.”

He opens the Notes app.

At the top is a title that makes your stomach drop:

“Things That Prove Seungkwan and [Y/N] Are Definitely in Love (They Just Don’t Know It Yet)”

Last updated: 3 days ago.

You and Seungkwan: “…”

Joshua: “I started it in 2019.”

—

Selected Excerpts from Joshua’s Note (now shared with all thirteen members)

[Feb 17, 2019] Y/N gave Seungkwan the last honey butter chip. The last one. She loves those. They made eye contact. He tried to say “thanks” and choked on his own breath.

[June 2, 2019] Seungkwan’s voice cracked mid-rehearsal. Y/N immediately handed him a honey-lemon candy before he even asked. She said, “I always carry extras for you.” Okay, wife???

[Oct 14, 2020] They sat on opposite ends of the couch and STILL managed to be the only ones who got tangled in the blanket. Suspicious.

[March 25, 2021] During game night, Y/N guessed what Seungkwan was thinking without him giving any clues. She just said, “The pink dolphin from Jeju, right?” and he nodded like she read his soul. Wtf.

[Dec 31, 2021] Countdown to New Year’s. Everyone was screaming. I saw Seungkwan look at her first.

[June 5, 2022] I caught them arguing about who cares more about the other. Like. Out loud. In public. Minghao almost left the building.

[Aug 18, 2022] Y/N sang “As It Was” while organizing lyric drafts. Seungkwan sat there staring like she was performing on the MAMA stage. I asked what he was doing. He said, “Having a moment.” Bro???

[Feb 14, 2023] Valentine’s Day. Neither of them had plans. Both “accidentally” ended up at my movie night. Sat way too close. Shared popcorn. Didn’t even notice when Jeonghan fake-coughed ten times.

[Oct 9, 2023] DK asked if they were dating. They both said no — but neither of them looked at each other. They looked straight ahead like hostages.

[Jan 2, 2024] Y/N fixed Seungkwan’s collar before an interview. He looked at her like she gave him CPR.

[May 25, 2025] THEY. ARE. TOGETHER. Boo Seungkwan finally made a move. I was RIGHT.

—

You’re speechless.

Seungkwan is squinting at the screen like it personally offended him.

“Wait,” he says, “how did I not know you were tracking us like a detective?”

Joshua just smiles, serene. “You think I run this group on vibes?”

“Actually, yes,” you mumble, stunned.

“But this… this is organized,” Seungkwan mutters.

“It was necessary,” Joshua says, sipping his coffee. “One of you was gonna need it eventually.”

He locks eyes with you.

“I just figured… when the day came, you’d want to remember how it started.”

You glance down at the note again — all those little dates and details, things you didn’t even realize were special until now.

And somehow, you feel like you’re seeing your love story from the outside for the first time.

Seungkwan quietly reaches for your hand under the table.

And you squeeze it.

“Thanks, Shuji,” you whisper.

Joshua nods, ever cool. “I’ll add today’s entry too.”

“What—why?” Seungkwan asks.

Joshua types something.

[May 28, 2025] Showed them the note. They held hands under the table. Seungkwan cried. (He will deny it.)

“Delete that!” Seungkwan shrieks, lunging for the phone.

Joshua’s already backing away, cackling. “Too late. Synced to the cloud.”

—

“The Shared Note: Member Addendums (a.k.a. SEVENTEEN’s FBI Files on You Two)”

[Titled by: Jeonghan, Edited by: DK, Verified by: Dino, Denied by: Seungkwan]

Document Status: NEVER GETTING DELETED Last Edited: Literally Just Now

JEONGHAN'S ENTRY

[July 7, 2020] I asked Seungkwan if he was jealous of Y/N talking to Mingyu too much. He turned to me and went, “Why would I be jealous? I’m not—what? I’m fine.” Then I caught him three minutes later watching them from behind a plant. Like. A plant.

Verdict: Denial. Classic. Would’ve bet my skincare stash on this ship.

—

MINGYU’S ENTRY

[Nov 12, 2021] I spilled gochujang on my hoodie. Y/N helped me clean it up. Seungkwan saw it and immediately asked if she does that for all of us. I said yes. She said no. He smiled. Then gave me the stink eye for 2 hours.

Verdict: Boo Boo’s down bad.

—

HOSHI’S ENTRY

[March 3, 2022] They were bickering in the practice room and I was like “KISS ALREADY!” They stopped. Stared at me. Then kept arguing. But like… quieter. Like shy arguing. Romantic arguing.

Verdict: That was foreplay, Your Honor.

—

JUN’S ENTRY

[Aug 15, 2022] I caught them sharing earphones backstage. They weren���t even listening to music. The playlist was paused. They just… sat there. Pretending. Looking like a drama teaser.

Verdict: That’s not Spotify. That’s love.

—

DK’S ENTRY

[Dec 25, 2022] Christmas party. Everyone opened their Secret Santa gifts. Seungkwan got a hot water bottle with a corgi print. He said, “Only Y/N would know I love this.” Y/N wasn’t even his Santa.It was me. Y/N just told me what to buy.

Verdict: He’s so whipped it’s actually inspiring.

—

WONWOO’S ENTRY

[Feb 10, 2023] During movie night, Seungkwan laughed before the punchline of the joke. Everyone stared. He muttered, “Y/N always laughs here.” He memorized her laugh timing????

Verdict: Creepy? Maybe. Romantic? Definitely.

—

WOOZI’S ENTRY

[April 1, 2023] I made them listen to a demo. Y/N cried. Seungkwan cried harder.Then Y/N said, “I just felt it.” And Seungkwan said, “Me too. For you.” They forgot I was in the room. I’m pretty sure I ghost-wrote their love confession.

Verdict: I’m charging royalties.

—

VERNON’S ENTRY

[June 30, 2023] They weren’t even touching but somehow their knees found each other under the table. Like… magnetic knees. Quantum entanglement. Knee soulmate physics. Idk man.

Verdict: They’re soft. I respect it.

—

DINO’S ENTRY

[Nov 11, 2023] Y/N once tripped over my charger. Seungkwan gasped like she got stabbed. Immediately blamed ME. Said, “How dare you sabotage the light of my life.” …She didn’t even fall. She caught herself.

Verdict: Simp behavior. Peak performance. I strive for this.

—

JOSHUA'S FINAL ADDENDUM

[May 29, 2025] Let the record show: Today, every member added their receipts. Seungkwan tried to hack the note to delete all evidence. He failed. Y/N laughed so hard she cried. He kissed her to shut her up. We all saw it. Hoshi screamed.

Verdict: Case closed. Love won. Jeonghan still owes me ₩50,000.

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[burning-academia-if]

How would the Ros react if every time they were about to have their first kiss with the MC, they just kept getting interrupted by something, sitcom style?

This feels like part 2 to the Headmaster ask lmaO

Rook: If it was one of those things were it happened multiple times no matter what he did, I think he'd just take it as a sign alksdjfalj "Like no, universe, you're right, this was a bad idea." I think he'd give up, and the second he did, he'd instead find myself doing the sitcom situation of like, tripping over an uneven piece of sidewalk, crashing into you, and somehow as the two of you tumble to the ground your lips meet. Because of course that's how that would happen

Beck: I think he wouldn't really be phased the first time. Like, sometimes things happen, but I think he'd get exasperated and slightly suspicious if it keeps happening. I also think he'd like, test his theory at first too? Like there comes a point where he's like "Huh, this can't be coincidence." He does end up just rolling with the punches the whole time, until finally, he gets the chance to kiss you like he's been dying to

Rhea: Depending on the situation, I think she manages to play it cool at first, and even if it was other people interrupting the moment, she'd play it off. But the more things keep happening the more frustrated she gets until she finally breaks and the next thing you know she is pulling through a door and into an empty room or something to dramatic kiss you like, "I've been trying to do this all day, and I can't wait a second longer-" before realizing what she did, burning bright red and apologizing profusely lol

Zoe: They are but a bundle of nerves and embarrassment masquerading as a living, breathing person. What do you MEAN they keep getting interrupted whenever they finally work up the nerve to kiss you (or let you kiss them). What do you mean they've been caught red handed in a failed attempt at it by another human being. I can imagine them accidentally letting it slip to their siblings, too, and their brother just relentlessly making fun of them and their negative rizz or something just to add insult to injury

Lars: My man does not care about interruptions LMAO unless you're like, dragged away from him or something he is ignoring everything and everyone else around the two of you. Nothing matters, no matter how ridiculous or distracting it is. He is getting that kiss

???: You know, I feel like this would play out like a standard episode, where the whole episode is spent with the two characters trying to kiss and always failing, only for them to Just Manage it in the end. It would be both frustrating and semi-funny to them because they want it to be romantic, but of course the universe is saying no to that. At least it's in absurd ways instead of how they thought it might have gone. They wish it could have gone the way they planned, but in the end, they're glad to have kissed you at all

[rawrmadzilla]

This is probably not going to make sense or get to the people I want it to, but I’m still going to go on my knees and beg. Please please please people who are going to The My Chemical Romance concerts, please please please be on your best behavior. I wasn’t there a couple years back to see how people acted back then, but I know our fanbase is known as one of the most annoying when it comes to music fan bases. I don’t think I have any say in that idea, I’m not too sure, social media is the way I’ve interacted with this fanbase. BUT I just went to Vidcon to see SMOSH, and I can say I was severely disappointed with that fan base. They were insanely disrespectful, rude, attention seeking, etc. old men were trying to get in a fight with me and my friend who are small 19 year olds. It opened my eyes because I’ve never interacted with a fan base that was like that before. It was a harsh reality to see that not everyone is caring and kind even when we all like the same things and just want to see the same people. I’m over here like can’t we all just get along ☹️. Anyway back to MCR, it’s sort of the same thing with the SMOSH fandom, a lot of millennials, along with Gen Z. Theater kids, gamers, Emos, Punks, just a lot of different groups of people. I also know that since the pandemic, concert etiquette isn’t really a thing. I am actually so scared of going to this concert because what if people do end up ruining what would have been a great time because they cannot control themselves. Don’t forget it’s not only your $200s on stage. It’s all of ours! I’m hoping to make so many friends at this concert because I’ve seen what this fanbase is like. It’s full of fun, creative, funny, and amazing people who I appreciate. So if someone tells you to cool it down a bit, maybe reconsider and do it. If someone is saying you are making them uncomfortable by touching them or taking space up that isn’t yours please listen. Please drink water, take your meds, eat something before the concert, and for the love of God, SHOWER!!!!! scrub your armpits, undertheres, and everywhere else. Put on perfume or cologne, and maybe a nice scented lotion, AND DEODORANT, BRING SOME WITH YOU PLEASE!!! Anyway, there’s my rant. Be kind and respectful to each other, we’re all brothers, sisters, and siblings of the Black Parade <3

[kalied0skull]

Guess who– Oh, woah.

uhm– who like, is that? Can you guess? No?

HAHA, good! because these are DISGUISES! and that means they're WORKING! >:D

now playing: Fight For Your Right — Beastie Boys ♪

★ ramble under the cut !

you gotta fight! (🎸!)

for your right! (🥁🎸!)

to paaaaaar-tay! 🕺

banger song, it was just what was stuck in my head this morning honestly.

AHHHH yes, yes yes, i know, you hate me, another au piece because my brain is still au rotted. it's exhausting, isn't it? HAHAHA

it's fine don't worry, i only have one more in the chamber (posting wise) and then I'll throw them to the side unless i get some real fun-crazy inspiration. until then, i just have a fun collection of doodles that I'll be dumping later along with the... two drawings I've now shown you :)

here's a close up of the minis before i actually start sinking teeth into their designs btw :

SO okay, for a little bit of context here, we're still just playing around with post-canon divergent ending jally. and in this lil ending, y'know, they're on the run, they have some fun, they go thrifting here and there when they need new clothes, as one does when poor and in desperate need of a-pair-of-something.

so out of the random bins and collections of clothes, they've found themselves some funny little... disguises. you gotta blend in with crowds when you're hiding from the cops. unfortunately to johnny and dallas though, they just find "disgusing themselves" as an excuse to try out some new aesthetics.

johnny realistically would probably rather be caught dead wearing a skirt. but that's canon johnny, I'm having FUN here, and in this au? yeah he doesn't give a shit about that "gender having clothes" opinion, he is ROCKINGGG. THAT SKIRT... until he inevitably gets called a slur and dallas has to beat someone's ass for doing it.

dallas on the other hand is just grabbing whatever and making something fun out of it. is it technically a "punk outfit"? depends on what you THINK punk is. I'd say he's pretty punk right now. he's feeling himself, he's feeling cool and he's flashing that gun around MMMMORE THAN HE SHOULD.

stars, i love these lil' dumbasses to bits, man. johnny is having fun, dallas is having fun, they're running from the cops, and they got cool clothes. ain't is something? :D

it's something to me at least !!!

alright, anyways, i got more shit to finish, SO .. . . runs away and starts cleaning up tags RAHHH

[lazygirlshifts]

Quiiick storytime on what being an avenger is like in my dr bcs yeah why not:

I scripted I have a secret identity because I did not want to be recognized by like anyone ever I wanted to be left tf alone. But that meant people making guesses as to what I look like and ngl it’s kinda funny bcs wdym you think I have green eyes they’re literally brown and wdym you draw fanarts and headcannon ME like I’ve played these games before. Also like I don’t really do interviews or the whole public persona so people don’t really KNOW me. Which if they did I think they’d realize I’m just like them frl. People think I’m so cool and mysterious in my dr but I’m the most anxious loudmouth loser ever like I’m right along with them liking edits and stuff of hero’s and vigilantes.

Oh and people “ranking” how powerful I am. Like I thought those videos comparing my fav hero’s to other hero’s was annoying here going through it is so fucking annoying like bruh you don’t even know me and your calling me a S tier hero like shut upppp. TRY being an influencer for the day 🙄🙄🙄.

No but you thought fanwars was crazy here it’s even crazier there. Also being compared to other hero groups is just not fun because we’re a new young group not at our peak and people can be brutal. And then you have people who just hate hero’s period. I’m a mutant in my dr but I fight with the avengers so people who hate mutants but love the avengers down pmo REAL BAD bcs it’s hypocritical and it’s probably the most frustrating thing ever. (I’m gonna make a post on this too just more in depth)

Anyways the edits EAT I’m a total poser like yes I DID pose for some random 15 year old to clip!! And I’ll do it AGAIN.

I hate meetings so bad I space out all the time and debriefs before missions PMO even more esp if it’s a mission I scripted like ik more that you do so please shut up. I really just hate them bcs half of the time it doesn’t go as planned not that it goes wrong but you can never predict what happens and I hate filling out paperwork after because it’s like review my cam footage see what happened why do I have to write it out again. Like imagine being sore tried sweaty dirty all you wanna do is shower eat sleep chill and there’s papers being shoved in your face. On top of that Steve having meetings asking us “what do you think you could’ve done better what do you think this that.” Because I’m a young avenger it’s just so tedious I did script that the avengers were like mentors because I did want to be around them and meet them and shit but damn. I do get it though because we aren’t just like doing easy shit and giggle work there’s lives involved our lives their lives it’s a risk and we gotta learn the ropes.

Fanfiction there is so weird bcs why are you shipping me with the person I see like a brother who’s also dating my best friend?? But also like I lowk eat up x reader fanfictions abt me like they’re never accurate but it’s so fun. I haven’t posted a storytime in a min so this wasn’t very detailed but I promissssse my next one will be guys

[a99jazzybean]

OR it could be jaycexreader trying pot brownies 😬 I think that’ll be funny and can get spicy. If your are comfortable with it of courseee

This one was cute and fun to write! Thank you for the request!

High Enough

synop: You decided to make pot brownies for your roommate, but realize you don't have enough bud. You decide that using juice from a cart is a good idea. Jayce eats some of the brownies not realizing they have weed in them. He convinces you to get high and shenanigans ensue.

Reader is gender neutral but AFAB

words: 3.5K

includes: jaycexgn!reader, modern au, recreational drug use, weed use, high sex, creampie, smut

a/n: Guys, DO NOT make pot brownies like this. This recipe was inspired by my dumbass friends that poured a cart out into brownie mix. A tiny piece had me knocked out in 30 minutes. Do not recommend.

Dammit… You were all out of bud. You swore you had some left, but found measly crumbs at the bottom of your stash jar. That’s what you get for switching to pens you suppose. 

A lightbulb went off in your head. That’s it! You could use a cart. That couldn’t go wrong, right? 

You grabbed a fresh cart and some needle nose pliers and went to work on the cap. After some careful maneuvering, you managed to get it open without breaking the glass. Dumping it in your mixing bowl, you got to work making some brownies. 

Turning on some tunes, you hummed and danced your way through cracking eggs and measuring flour. The brownies were for one of your roommates, Viktor. A “thank you” for getting you out of a bind on a major school project. 

While they were a gift, you obviously were planning on trying them out yourself. Especially since you were experimenting with using a different form of weed. Probably best to see how you fared before accidentally making your friend green out. 

When the brownies baked you found that this batch appeared to have less of the typical pungent scent than if you used flower. Noted. 

After baking you left out the pan to cool. Deciding you needed a shower after accidentally covering yourself in flour, you headed down the hall. As you bathed, your other roommate returned home. 

Upon entering, his nose and eyes were immediately drawn to the fresh baked brownies on the counter. Mouth watering, he skipped over to the kitchen. As the apartment’s resident baker, it wasn’t uncommon for you to randomly make goodies to share. Jayce saw this as no different. Pulling out a knife, he cut himself a decent piece of brownie. Taking a large bite out of the gooey chocolate, he moaned with content. 

When you walked out of the bathroom, you heard Jayce shuffling out in the kitchen. Eyes widening, you rushed in. It was too late. The man had already scarfed down the brownie, his hand reaching once more to cut out  another piece. 

“STOP!” You yell, hand out. 

Turning around, Jayce gave you a confused wide-eyed stare. 

“What’s wrong?” Oh how naive the man was. 

“Jayce, those are pot brownies.” 

“Wait, really? I can’t taste it at all.” 

“I might have used juice from a cart instead of flower…” You trailed sheepishly. 

“WHAT???” His eyes grew even wider. “Why the fuck would you do that?” 

“I ran out of bud! And I wanted to do something nice for Viktor!” You shrugged your shoulders. 

“Something nice for-“ He let out an exasperated sigh. “ I’m pretty sure what you have created might put the man in a coma.”

You scoffed. 

“I doubt it. He’s got an insane tolerance.” 

“Regardless, I’ve eaten one.” His eyes narrowed at you. 

“Don’t blame me! You ate one without asking!” 

“You bake things all the time! How was I supposed to know?” He was growing very concerned. 

“Hey, let’s calm down.” You softened your voice. The last thing you needed was for Jayce to spiral. 

“How are you feeling?”

“I can already feel my head getting lighter.” 

“Okay, so we know it hits pretty quickly.” You walked up to him slowly, taking his hand to help ground him. 

He grasped yours tightly. 

“I’ll keep an eye on you, kay?” Your thumb traced circles on the back his hand. The tender action made him shiver. 

“What if you joined me?” Gears were turning in his head. 

“What do you mean?”

“Eat one too.” He gave you pleading puppy dog eyes. 

“Jayce, we have no idea how this will affect you, much less me.” You shook your head at him. 

“Were you just planning on giving them to Viktor?” He eyed you suspiciously. 

“W-well, no. I was going to try them-“ 

“Then try them. Since you were already planning on it.” He cut you off. 

Those damned pleading puppy-dog eyes had you wavering. Really, what would be the harm? As long as you stay home you should be fine, hopefully. 

Nodding, you gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance. He beamed at your response, making your heart swell.

Ushering you over to the counter, Jayce cut out a piece for you. You took it, giving the treat a once-over. Looking at Jayce, he was shifting side-to-side impatiently. Eyes blown out, leaving a tiny visible ring of a hazel iris. 

“This is what that D.A.R.E. officer warned me about in eighth grade.” You sighed, then took a bite. 

Chocolatey goodness filled your senses. Jayce was right, you couldn’t taste anything off about the brownies. Oh, that was dangerous. 

You swallowed then looked at Jayce expectantly. 

“What now?”

“We could chill in my room, or yours. Doesn’t matter to me.” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

Jayce really, really did not want to be left alone right now. And if you were going to be in the same state as him might as well do it together, right? It’s not like he was expecting anything out of it. After all, you were very good friends. But in his weed addled mind, there was a teensy part of him that was hoping for maybe something more. 

See, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous in the man’s eyes. While you had been close friends for a long while now, Jayce secretly wished for something more. 

It didn’t help that the two of you had enjoyed the occasional sloppy make out sesh that followed an evening of drinking. Giving the man just a taste of what you had to offer, and nothing more. 

The thing was, you also wanted a little something more as well. Not necessarily a relationship. But having a hot piece of ass like him around was tempting to say the least. 

“We can chill in my room.” You said, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall. 

Jayce had spent time in your room every so often, but it still felt like a sacred space. Especially now when it felt like his mind was floating. 

Once in your room you hopped onto your bed. Sinking into the mattress with a satisfied sigh. This was the best part about being high. Just laying down and feeling it hit you. Limbs sinking down into the plush of your bed. Lifting your head a bit, you spotted Jayce awkwardly watching you. Shuffling in place like he didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing. 

“Get in here, Talis.” You motioned for him to join you. 

He padded over to your bed, then laid down beside you. A small smile on his face as he watched you in content bliss. 

“It’s so nice to just sink in.” You sighed. 

“I take it the brownie has hit?” 

You nodded with a hum. Allowing yourself to enjoy the pleasant buzz in your head. 

Reaching out, you grabbed Jayce’s hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours and you let out another sigh. 

“You have really nice hands.” You lifted his hand above your face, studying it. “So warm. They’re working hands,” you traced the calluses at the top of his palm, “but somehow still soft. Yes, very nice hands.” You hummed bringing his palm to your lips and placing a tender kiss in the center.

Mouth agape, Jayce stared at you wide eyed. A red flush dusting his cheeks. 

Looking at him, you gave him a sweet smile. One he couldn’t help but return. 

Even though you were holding his hand, the distance between you felt too far. Jayce wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Nose to nose, you giggled. This felt… really nice. Humming, you nuzzled your nose against his. The adorable action made him blush even harder. 

Damn, you sure got physical when high. Not that he minded. 

“Jayce…” You mumbled, then pressed yourself into the space beneath his chin. Your face pushed into his chest. “You’re soooo warm.” 

“I think you’re higher than I am.” 

Shrugging your shoulders you nuzzled into his chest. The man curled his arms tighter around you. Leaning his head down, he pressed a warm kiss onto your forehead. 

“This feels really nice.” You murmured.

The comforting sinking returned. Feeling your body go heavy as you slumped into the man. Almost like you were going to meld with him.

Jayce’s skin was buzzing. Your touch feels ten times more intense than normal. As you curled up into the man, your hands roamed over him. Trailing up his torso and neck, fingers curling into his hair. Slowly they skimmed back down his arms. A pattern of movements that had him shivering against you. God, did it feel amazing. 

“I really like that…” He said softly, kissing your forehead again. 

“Mmm, yeah?” You gave him a dazed smile.

“Yeah.”

Your hands returned to his hair. Fingers scraping against his scalp, making him let out a low groan. 

“You’re like a puppy.” You giggled to yourself as you continued to pet him. “So cute.”

“A puppy?” He questioned.

“Yeah. The way you’re responding to my pets. And you have puppy-dog eyes.” 

“Puppy-dog eyes?” He gave you a confused look, head cocked to the side. Looking exactly like a confused dog.

Giggling again, you snuggled as close as you could to the man.

“Puppy-dog eyes that convinced me to get high with you.” You poked him in the chest. “They’re dangerous.”

He chuckled, puffs of air hitting the top of your head.

“Dangerous.”

“Exactly. So use them for good next time.” You admonished him with a finger. 

“Is this not something good?”

Pondering on it, you shrugged. 

“I’m not complaining, I suppose.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“Anything I can do to make it better?” 

“I dunno. You got any ideas?” You gave him a sultry look. 

He licked his lips nervously, eyes darting between your own and your lips. Leaning up, you pressed your nose against his. Lips just barely brushing against his. Looking into his eyes expectantly, you spoke softly.

“Well?” 

Warm lips crashed into yours messily. The man moaned as soon as he pressed against you. Every fiber of his body on fire when you pressed your lips against his. Teasingly, you lightly lapped against his bottom lip. Jayce slightly opened his mouth, inviting your tongue to tangle with his. You slid your tongue into his mouth, groaning at his taste. 

His hands roamed over your body. Appreciating the fact you wore nothing under your comfy pjs. Large fingers pinched your nipples over your clothes. You squeaked at the sudden sparks of pleasurable pain. He swallowed the sound, moaning against you. He was rutting against your thigh, making you feel the prominent bulge straining against his sweats. 

Pausing for a breath, you slightly pushed away, looking over him. This probably shouldn’t go further. Although there was a burning ache in your groin, you knew that going into this high wasn’t the smartest decision. But you didn’t really make a smart decision on the brownies while sober… so perhaps the night was one ready for many mistakes. Though you didn’t feel like hooking up with Jayce was a mistake. It could be for him though, you wouldn’t hold that against him. 

“Is everything okay?” He wanted to pull you back to him.

“Uh, yeah. I just don’t know if we should continue. I wouldn’t want you to regret anything.” You looked away from him, embarrassed.

“I could never regret anything with you.” His eyes pleaded with you, hips shaking as he did his best not to rut himself against you again. 

His words made your heart swell, a blush flushing on your cheeks. Pushing yourself back in, you gave him a deep kiss. Fuck it. You wanted this, your body was making you feel like you needed this. 

“I’ll take it you’re okay with us continuing?”

“Oh fuck yes.” You pressed your lips against his again, earning you a deep moan. 

Jayce returned to rubbing up against your thigh. Letting out little whimpers at the friction against his hard cock. Feeling his length against you had you drooling at the thought of him inside of you. Through the fabric of his pants you could feel how long and thick he was. It would be a stretch, but you wanted all of the man in front of you.

“C-can I taste you?” Jayce pulled back for a breath. “I really want you to sit on my face.” 

That had you flushing furiously. 

“Are you sure?” You asked softly. A part of you was concerned about hurting him.

“Yes. I want- no. I need it.” 

You nodded, agreeing. He beamed at you before shuffling your bodies on the bed. Rolling himself beneath you. You were straddling his waist and felt the head of his cock through his pants brush against your clothed sex. You whimpered at the friction. 

Jayce reached for your sleep shorts, eyes asking for permission. Nodding, you maneuvered your legs to help him remove the article. After tossing them, he turned to look at you. Groaning at the shiny slick coating your pussy and thighs. Lifting you up, he encouraged you to crawl to his face. Obliging, you made your way above him. Holding onto the headboard, you slowly lowered yourself over him. Large arms encircled your thighs, forcing you onto his waiting mouth. The sudden action makes you cry out. 

With a warm tongue, Jayce licked a stripe down your pussy. Your body was buzzing and sensitive with your high, making the pleasure more intense. Lapping through your folds, Jayce was making you release noises you had never known you could make before. Each whine and moan shot straight to his straining cock. Twitching impatiently as he made you fall apart on his tongue. 

You had to use the headboard to stabilize yourself. Around his head, your thighs were shaking as pure pleasure coursed through your body. Warmth was growing in your belly with each tantalizing lick against your clit. 

Beneath you, Jayce groaned. You were fucking delicious. He felt like he could stay under you for hours. Hearing the sounds you were making made him wish he could just hold you pressed against his tongue. 

“C-close!” You squeaked out. 

Jayce had begun flicking his tongue against you quickly. Each flick builds up your climax. With how sensitive you were, it would only be a matter of time before you burst. His tongue continued to flick against you rapidly. At this point, your entire body was shaking with the build of your orgasm. One perfectly placed swirl against your clit was your undoing. 

Practically screaming, you came on his face. Squirting over his chin with the force that your orgasm hit you. Between your squeezing thighs, Jayce thought he died and went to heaven. Oh he would gladly die squished in your plush thighs, your taste filling his senses. 

He only gave you a brief moment before his mouth was back on you.

“Jayce!” You squealed as he overstimulated your cunt. 

It seemed like he didn’t need to breathe as he continued to eat you out with fervor. Tongue tasting every inch of you, occasionally pushing into you. You could barely keep your body up as the shaking grew stronger. Your climax rapidly grows with each lap against your sopping pussy. 

With a shaky hand, you reach for the top of his head. Fingers curling into his hair. The feeling made him moan against you. 

This time, your orgasm hit you like a train. Crashing through your entire body with a giant wave of pleasure. Above him you twitched and whimpered as his tongue continued to lick you. Eventually you pressed your hand against his forehead, making him let you go.

“T-too much, Jayce!” You whined.

Sliding off of his face, you flopped belly down onto the bed. Jayce eyed your bare ass and legs, licking his lips with anticipation. He slid behind and over you. Turning to watch him, you felt your thighs clench. Flopping against his belly was probably the most enticing cock you had ever seen. Tip flushed an angry red, just begging to be fucked. 

Jayce looked at you, the hunger in his gaze making you shiver. Wiggling your hips, you urged him to continue. He spread your legs, and pressed down on your back. You lifted your hips, whining impatiently.

Because of that, Jayce decided to tease you. Dragging his cock between your folds. Gathering up your ever-accumulating slick dripping out of you. His cock caught on your entrance, making you whimper. Fuck, you needed him to fill you. You felt like you were floating and sinking at the same time. A pleasurable bliss that was about to get better. 

Slowly, Jayce pressed himself into you. Thick cock stretching you out deliciously. Both of you moaned as he continued to push his length inside. His cock brushing against the gummy spot that had you keening. 

“That feel good?” He leaned his body over yours, murmuring into your ear. 

It felt too good. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Instead, you decided to nod vigorously. Hoping he would move inside you. 

“Mmm, good.” He crooned, pulling out slowly then slamming back into you. 

Your whole body jolted with pleasure as his cock began to abuse your sweet spot. Head of his length continuing to hit it over and over again. Clutching the bedsheets you were a sobbing mess. The oversensitivity from your high mixed with the pure pleasure the man was giving you caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes. 

“J-Jayce!” You cried out and one very intense thrust. 

“F-fuck,” he released a stuttering breath against your neck. “Please cum, please cum for me. I need to feel you. So fucking bad.” He nuzzled into your shoulder.

Jayce would soon be getting his wish. An intense pleasure was blooming within you, making you gasp and moan. This man was making you feel like an overstimulated puddle. Each press of his cock makes the pleasure grow tenfold. Your entire body was ready to shatter. 

And shatter you did. Jayce’s cock thrusting in and out of you, draggin your orgasm along with it. Your pussy clenched his cock, drenching your bed sheets as you came. 

Jayce groaned, but held himself back. He needed to feel you do that at least one more time. 

You whined when he pulled out of you, then yelped when he flipped you over. A brief moment of soberness had you remembering that he was actually really strong. Then your stoned brain chimed in with how fucking hot it was that he was manhandling you so desperately.

He had you on your back, legs hooked over his shoulders. As he pressed back into your wet heat, he gave you a sloppy kiss. The two of you catching eachother’s moans of pleasure. He pushed up your shirt to your shoulders. Warm hands cupped your breasts, teasing over your nipples. The action makes you shiver all over. 

His hands moved to your waist to give him more leverage. Fast thrust pummeled the sweet spot within you. Jayce managed to hit it perfectly in this position too. Crying out, you felt a sting of pleasure. Thick fingers were circling your abused clit, sending sparks shooting through your body. Moans and whimpers escaping you with each circle. Your hands clenched his biceps for purchase as your body shook. 

He could feel your pussy pulsing around him. Another climax building inside you. He chased your high, wanting to cum with you. Knowing he could burst at any moment, Jayce hoped you would join him. The tightness in his balls was growing a bit too unbearable. 

As if your body was answering his wish, he felt you clench against his length. Unconsciously thrusting your hips as you chase down your orgasm. A scream of pleasure ripping out of you as you gushed around him. 

Warmth filled you as Jayce was granted his release. Cock twitching deep inside you as hot ropes of his cum poured in. A pleasurable feeling that seemed never ending. Jayce’s orgasm lasted long after he had fully unloaded in you. Cock overstimulated with the feeling of your tight twitching walls around him. 

Both of you came down from your orgasm highs. Still extremely high from the brownies. Something that could easily be read based on your drooping eyelids and dopey smiles. Before pulling out, Jayce kissed all over your face. You giggled as his lips pecked all over your cheeks.

“That was amazing.” He purred against your neck, giving you a kiss. “You are amazing.” 

“You feel sososososo good, Jayce.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. 

With a groan, Jayce pulled out of you. His eyes transfixed on your pussy now dripping out his spend.

“That’s hot.” He looked up, chuckling at your confused expression. 

Kissing your forehead, he stood up. 

“I’ll get us cleaned up.”

After a moment, Jayce returned with a wet washcloth. Softly he wiped you down. You softly thanked him for helping you. He responded with a sweet kiss. 

When you were both cleaned up, Jayce returned to snuggle up in your bed. Large warm arms held you close to him. You felt yourself drifting as Jayce spoke to you softly. The man letting out a stream of compliments and fond memories. Occasionally he would kiss you, feeling like he was drowning in your lips. 

“We should do this again.” Jayce said softly.

“Yeah? Yeah.” You giggled, answering yourself.

“Though I think we could skip the brownies next time.” 

[maddssturns]

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#1 in my first writing marathon - heartbreak weather, niall horan

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!

creds to @delilahsturniolo for the idea of a writing marathon!

disclaimers: smut, p n v, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, big dick chris, use of y/n, baby, sweetheart, i think thats it! let me know if i forgot anything xx

word count: 1.2k

“all of my life its been heartbreak weather”

i wasn’t planning on going to the party.

i had one of those weeks where everything felt a little off—nothing dramatic, just that quiet kind of lonely where you start scrolling through your contacts just to feel like someone’s there. but my friend begged me to come out, said i’d have fun if i just got out of my head for once.

so i went.

the house was warm and loud, filled with people who looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. i kind of hovered near the kitchen for a while, pretending to look for something. i didn’t know many people, and everyone seemed wrapped up in their own little circles. i didn’t mind, really. sometimes it’s kind of nice to just observe.

i ended up outside on the porch. the night air felt good and cool against my skin, and quieter than the music inside. i was scrolling through my phone, not really reading anything, when someone sat down next to me.

“you’re not really a party person either, huh?”

i looked over. he had a soft smile and messy brown curls and the kind of presence that didn’t demand anything. just… existed.

“is it that obvious?” i asked, laughing a little.

“a little,” he grinned. “but it’s okay. same here. i’m chris.”

“y/n.”

we started talking, just small things at first. favorite snacks. weird childhood fears. the kind of stuff that’s easy to talk about with someone you’ve never met because there’s no pressure. but the conversation kept going, and something about it felt different. like the kind of different you don’t even notice until later, when you’re smiling for no reason.

chris was funny, in a quiet way. not loud or trying to impress me, just genuinely kind and easy to be around. we ended up walking around the block, talking about our favorite movies, our dream vacations, and how both of us secretly love staying in more than going out.

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he lays me down on the bed in the hotel room, his lips moving to my jawline and down my neck.

my fingers find his thick brown hair, tangling themselves in it.

he smirks against my skin, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to kiss lower.

my breath hitches as i feel even more aroused, earning a quiet whimper out of me.

“can i take off your dress, sweetheart?” he asks making eye contact with me.

“yes” i say, practically desperate.

he unzips my dress and pulls it down my body so im left just in my underwear. his mouth finds my nipple and sucks on it.

my grip in his hair tightens as another whimper escapes my lips.

he switches to the other nipple, flicking it with his tongue while his hand travels down to my clothed pussy.

i squirm. trying to get some kind of friction against my throbbing heat. “p-please chris…”

he looks up at me with a soft smirk, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties. "please what, baby? use your words."

“please touch me chris…” i ask pleadingly.

he pushes my panties to the side and inserts a finger inside me, curling it just right. "Like this?"

“yes! jussstt like that… fuck.” i moan, arching my back as he immediately hits the spot that makes me see stars, like he knows my body like the back of his hand.

chirs adds another finger, pumping them in and out slowly while his thumb rubs my clit. "you’re so tight for me, y/n. so wet and ready."

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he pulls his pants and boxers down, positioning himself between my legs, glancing at me, making sure im still comfortable.

he thrusts into me hard, groaning as he fills me up.

i whimper at the stretch, gripping his shoulders for support. “fuck! s-so big chris”

he grins, moving my legs so they wrap around his waist as he starts to move in slow and hard thrusts, speeding up quickly. he grabs my hips and slams into me deeper and deeper. “you take me so well, taking my whole cock, baby.”

“i am- fuck don’t stop!” i moan, my nails digging into his back, my tits bounce with every thrust.

he grabs my tits, squeezing them as he keeps fucking me. "never. i’m gonna make you cum again and again."

“chris! i-i’m gonna cum!” i manage to get out between moans. he grunts, his cock twitching inside me.

he smirks, knowing i’m close. "cum for me again, y/n. let me feel you squeeze my cock."

i let go, loudly moaning his name, almost screaming. my nails mark his back as my own back arches off the bed.

chris hisses at the scratches but doesn't stop, loving the feeling of my nails on his back. "ah, fuck yes! that’s it, baby. scratch me up, mark me."

he releases deep inside me, reciting my name like a prayer and panting heavily as he collapses on top of me. "jesus christ”

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the morning light came in soft through the blinds. it painted quiet shapes across the sheets, warm and golden, and for a second i wasn’t sure where i was.

and then i turned my head and saw him. chris.

he was still asleep, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other stretched out like he’d meant to reach for me in the middle of the night. his curls were a mess and his face looked softer somehow, like the weight he usually carried in his eyes had taken the morning off.

i didn’t move. just watched him breathe for a while. slow, steady. peaceful.

last night felt like something more than just a moment. it hadn’t been rushed or loud or dramatic. it had been quiet, slow, full of those nervous laughs and lingering looks that say are you sure? and yeah, i really want this. it felt like finally stepping into something i didn’t realize i’d been waiting for. something safe.

when he stirred, i looked away, like getting caught watching him sleep was something too tender to explain.

but he opened his eyes and smiled.

“hey,” he whispered, voice still all sleepy and rough.

“hey,” i whispered back.

he reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. it wasn’t slick or flirty, just… sweet. natural. like touching me was something he was supposed to do.

“you okay?” he asked.

i nodded. “more than okay.”

we laid there for a while, neither of us in a rush to leave the warmth of the bed or the softness of whatever we were stepping into. he traced little shapes on my arm with his fingers while i talked about the weird dream i had. he laughed at the way i described it, that kind of laugh that made his nose scrunch up and his eyes squint, and i swear, it made something in my chest squeeze.

when i finally got up to grab water, he watched me like i was something rare. and when i came back, he held the blanket open without saying anything, like this is yours too now.

and maybe it was.

maybe whatever we were wasn’t just a one-night thing. maybe it was the start of something slow and real and good.

i curled back into him and let myself believe it.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 thank you for reading!

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decided to go slightly more “cartoony” here, you could say. all in all my brain is registering that haircut as “das a rooster baybee”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend notoriously bad at videogames said shed play marvel rivals with me tomorrow chat if i never post after tomorrow night its because a blood vessel bursted

[todayisafridaynight]

NO YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THE MAJIMA STUFF THOUGH. GOD. God forbid you speak poorly about the fandom silly guy etc etc. I rt’d one post about someone being annoyed abt majima getting an insane amount of merch (especially compared to other characters- even other PLAYABLE characters) and suddenly my TL is filled with ppl taking it as a personal attack….. like?? Settle down???

My one fear is that instead of Mine content we’re just gonna get Majima Saga 2 for yk3 and rgg will call it a day. WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY ABOUT THE GUY !!! GENUINELY!!!

at this rate we’re going to have a complete record of Majima’s life from birth until modern day bc you knowww they’re never gonna let the cash cow die or retire. + god I lowkey need the 3jimas to break up Now so saejima and daigo can stand on their own again (w/out being overshadowed by Majima)…. Saejima especially… I miss the days when he felt like a character………

(I may have a lot to say on the topic) (he’s a fun character but at this rate I’m getting so sick of the fandom around him)

gen is kinda funny how when there's the Monthly Critique Of Majima post on twitter the rggtwt part of the tl is flooded with majima fans being upset. its like clockwork really LOL

as for saejima, i do miss him being solo... like he's funny with majima at times, but as wack as Y4 was i still really liked his coliseum scene, and his prison adventures in Y5 were a real treat too..

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it's kind of weird to me that they didn't bother releasing sushi and tempura internationally at all but at the same time i'm kinda glad they didn't cuz like. yo-kai watch was financially failing in the west by the time 3 released. i feel like if they had released sushi and tempura the franchise would've completely tanked before we got sukiyaki which would've sucked. honestly if anything i feel like it's more surprising that we got all three versions of 2 instead of them just releasing psychic specters but tbf i think yo-kai watch was doing well in the west when 2 released. 2 is just inexplicably what killed the franchise despite being a masterpiece-

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What if They were Dads?

SUMMARY: Headcanons of what I think they would be like as fathers to your child. And what if his dormmates were like honorary uncles to the child?

CHARACTERS: OB Students (Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia)

TAGS: Headcanon; Fem!Reader (AFAB) (I never really know what tags to use but I hope you know what I mean)

WORD COUNT: An average of 690 words per character.

COMMENTS: I would have liked to have made a headcanon about the relationship with the boys' parents and siblings, but since we don't know them that well or at all on the Eng Server like Vil's father, I think I'll leave that for a possible post that complements this one. If you want.

Since I didn't want each character to have a big chunk of text, I put them as paragraphs instead of bullet points.

I hope you enjoy 🩵

CONTEXT: This was written with a cisgender female reader in mind. Reader is Yuu. But if you want (and can) read it in any other way, feel free to.

By the way, this is one of those moments when I wish English had a second person plural, instead of the singular and plural being the same. Whenever I write “your child” I mean it in the plural (you, the reader, and his)

Riddle’s child(ren) call him: Father

Riddle has the same demands and standards for his child that he has for himself. But he doesn't want to make the same mistakes as his mother, so in comparison he can be more permissive. Because of this he will ALWAYS listen to you if you tell him he is being too harsh.

In terms of studies, etiquette and behaviour he is quite strict as you would expect. But when it comes to play he lets his child do almost anything they want.

He doesn't know how to play with his child, but he will always make an effort to learn how to and do it with them. He almost seems to regress to the childhood he never had and wants to give to his child. Whenever the child learns a new game, they will show it and teach it to Riddle and he will be delighted with it.

Although he is strict, he is also relatively protective, especially if your child is a girl. He tries not to be overly protective, but he can't help but worry about your child. If there was a right way to raise a child, is he doing his job well enough? You will have several conversations at first to reassure him that he is doing a good job.

He will study any and all parenting books that experts in child behaviour and education recommend. This kind of knowledge is never too much. Which often leads you to try to convince him to relax and just trust his instincts and what he feels is right. The child is his, not all those authors and experts. Sometimes there are things that a parent simply knows.

Lawful and calm Uncle Trey. They love uncle Trey's sweets! Sometimes Riddle asks him if he's not giving them too much sweets and Trey always assures him that it's okay because he knows how to make healthier sweets and the limit for a child to eat. If they weren't already Riddle's child, the whole thing about always brushing their teeth could be scary.

Chaotic Uncle Che'nya. The crazy and fun Uncle! Your child and Che'nya join forces (maybe even with you) to play pranks on Riddle. Never anything that could get the child into trouble with their father, just enough for everyone, Riddle included, to have fun.

Uncle Ace and Uncle Deuce are more from your side than Riddle's honestly. Ace is a bit like Che'nya in the case of being one of the chaotic pranksters uncles. But he is also the uncle of magic tricks who is always deceiving, but also entertaining your child with them.

Deuce is the rad uncle with a cool moto and/or even cooler blastcycle, who offers to take your child for a ride in it with him. Your child also finds it funny to see the two of them arguing amicably. But it’s even funnier to see them imitating their father trying to order them to stop arguing.

Uncle Cater doesn't show up very often, but they like him. He's not chaotic like Ace and Che'nya, but he's also fun. Your child enjoys receiving compliments from him and taking pictures with him.

Your child imitates their father scolding Grim too. Just like Riddle (and probably because they're still little) they have a very bad temper. Riddle gets embarrassed whenever you say that someone takes after their father.

Leona’s child(ren) call him: Dad

Leona still doesn't like kids... your child(ren) is/are just an exception.

Yes, Leona would treat a daughter slightly differently than he would treat a son. In the same way that he treats men and women a little differently. But the only difference is that he would be tougher on a son than a daughter, but will still be affectionate regardless.

No matter what gender his child is, he wants the same for them: be strong both physically and mentally. To outsiders like some servants or citizens who don't know him, they may get to the point of thinking Leona is a harsh father who doesn't deserve all that love from his child, and he will tell both you and your child not to mind that. But the truth is that he is just like he was with you at school: a tough guy who hides a caring heart.

Leona continues to show himself to be a person who doesn't want anyone to upset him and who would growl at anyone who bothers him. The only people who can get close to him even when he's angry and remain safe and sound are you and your child. He'll still growl at you and your child quietly, but there will be a volume that is the line, like if his growl is louder than that limit it's because he's getting really angry, until then it's just him being him.

Your child will already have the best private teachers and tutors (one of them being Kifaji/Neji if he’s still alive), but even so, Leona will want to make them study and learn more. But in that discreet way that he knows. He will not force them to study more, he will find a way to convince them to want to learn more on their own.

You end up being the most affectionate parent and the one they trust for emotional comfort. Leona is the tough love, you are the soft love (at least in comparison). Leona will always tease you, insinuating that you are too soft and only spoil your child. Although he enjoys when you spoil him too.

He is 100% the ‘Go ask your mom’ kind of dad.

He lets his child take naps with him. And you too.

If he has more than one child, he will police himself not to favor any of them. He may have a tendency to favor the younger ones because of what he went through as the youngest himself, but none of his children will be treated in any special/different way based on their birth order. Neither the youngest nor the oldest.

He will try to convince his child not to be too close (emotionally) to their uncle or cousin, but won't stop them from playing with Cheka. When your child is old enough not to tell others what is said in your home, Leona and them will talk badly about Falena and Cheka behind their backs.

Leona will prefer your child to play with Ruggie and/or his children. On the one hand, he wants to keep them away from his family, but on the other hand, he also wants his child to know what the real world is like, to see both wealth and poverty, to know royalty as they knows their people and only then create their own judgement.

They don't call anyone uncle or aunt other than Falena and his wife. In the same way, Leona also doesn't give cute titles to anyone without being sarcastically. Even when he calls you “love”, “darling”, “honey” or something like that, it's to tease you.

Whenever you go to Shaftlands, whether for democratic reasons or on holiday, you always try to find a way to meet with Jack. Leona pretends that he only helps you with this because you want to see your friend and he wants to get rid of his family. Both you and Jack know that he just doesn't want to admit that he wants to see him too. Jack is the cool parent's friend who taught your child how to snowboard. While they are little they like to hug his tail because it’s fluffy.

Despite everything, he doesn't want his child to have the same lack of hope that he has, and despite trying to hide it, he always feels extremely guilty and bad whenever your child says something like that. At these times he relies on you to be the ray hope in that house, they will both need you for that.

Both Leona and your child are afraid of you when you get really serious or angry.

Do you know that scene from The Lion King where Mufasa uses Zazu to give Simba an pouncing lesson? Leona often does something similar, but instead of the target being a blue bird, it's a magical creature called Grim.

Azul’s child(ren) call him: Daddy (when little) Dad (when older)

Azul is an extremely emotional father, despite trying to hide it. There's going to be a lot of moments like: “HE/SHE IS THE CUTEST LITTLE THING IN THE WHOLE- *clears throat* I mean, he/she is such a charming little child.” He will most likely cry at your baby's first words, steps, anything.

Azul is overprotective! If any living creature even thinks about harming your child, he will tortu- that is, find a completely legal way to ensure that it never happens again. Now, if you'll excuse him, he suddenly felt like talking to Jade and Floyd. (The same protectiveness applies to you.)

Although he is very (secretly) emotional and loves to spoil his child, he is also relatively strict about their studies. He likes to spoil them (and you) when it's deserved, but he will not raise a spoiled child! This ends up balancing things out a bit.

He will hide the whole mafia-like part of his life from his child. Dad is just doing business, boring adult stuff. Maybe when your child is older he will start to reveal a little of that side of his life, if they later want to join their father it will be their choice. But until then, let them be innocent children, they are cuter and happier that way, there is time for everything.

He will always hold back his emotional side so as not to be overly affectionate. Unless his child starts crying. At that point his mask falls completely and he becomes the most affectionate and comforting father there can be, that is his weakness.

And if one day the child realizes this and starts using crying to get what they want from him, he won't know whether to be angry that he is being emotionally manipulated by his own child, or proud that they learned so quickly.

You will be the only one immune to the fake crying.

From the beginning, Azul has been wary and suspicious of letting Jade and Floyd be like uncles to your child. However, you two ended up letting this happen, but Azul will always keep an eye open.

Both Jade and Floyd will definitely use the child to play pranks on Azul. Mostly Floyd, Jade prefers to watch and assist. Azul will always be upset with the twins, never with his child. And depending on the severity of the prank, he will turn on his overprotective side and threaten Jade and Floyd that if that happens again they will never see your child again. They never go beyond that limit.

Every now and then when Floyd plays with your child, he will do that joke where he playfully tells them he's going to catch them and bite them. Actually in his playful voice, he doesn't want to scare them. And they will run to Azul and hide behind his legs asking for help while laughing. Or tentacles if they are in their merfolk form.

If you ask them Jade is the scary uncle (only sometimes) but they themselves don't even know why. It's just his vibe or something. However, they are not afraid to ask any of them for something, it being to play or for help.

You know those little plastic cashiers where kids pretend to have a little shop and try to sell things to people at home? Usually parents or sibling. Azul loves to play this with his child because it is a great and fun way to pass on his knowledge. Both about sales and about taking care of your money. Usually using the Grim as a guinea pig. Grim also likes to play because he always ends up with food in exchange for toy money.

Jamil’s child(ren) call him: Dad (in informal moments) and Father (at formal events)

Jamil needed to learn to express himself more and better emotionally so as not to end up being a cold father without meaning to. He needs your help to teach your child when to hold back and when to know when they are in a safe space to let go.

The only thing that will follow Jamil forever is an inevitable feeling of guilt for your child having the same fate as him, simply for being his child: serving the Al-Asim family with no other choice. But you can be assured that if there is a way to stop this and give his child freedom of choice, whatever that method may be, he will not give up until he finds it and do it! Normally parents want to give their children what they always wanted and could never have, in Jamil's case it’s freedom.

There was something Jamil wanted to do, but he didn't have the courage to ask the Al-Asim for some kind of vacation. But you had! Using your great friendship with Kalim, you managed to get him to allow you to take a vacation long enough for you to travel as a family, as Jamil wanted. Jamil has always wanted to travel alone, but now with you and your child he would like to travel as a family and give his child the experiences he would have liked to have had himself.

He is quite demanding with his child's education and training. However, his attitude towards this is always calm and collected, and he is attentive to his child's limitations and needs. He is a great and responsible tutor, who knows how to distinguish between being a teacher and being a father.

He is usually quite serious, so you and your child are the ones who start messing with him to have fun and make him laugh. It's always nice when he reminds you two that he can also be a tease. Normal or biggest target of your joint teasing ends up being Grim at some point.

During his work as Kalim's servant, Jamil always had to cook a lot and he's not that big a fan of cooking, so so he can rest at home you're the one who cooks most of the time. He will teach you everything you want to learn and at first you will cook together a lot until you feel comfortable cooking alone. But even then he will continue to offer to help you. Your child will continue to say that Jamil's food is tastier, but yours is prettier. And the food you make together is the best because it’s tasty and pretty. Jamil will also encourage his child to cook with you two so that they can learn from a young age.

His child knows that there is only one thing in this world that can make their father scream in fear: Bugs! If your child is also afraid of insects, you're screwed, because you will be the insect killer in that house. However, if it is just the two of them, Jamil's protective instinct will be stronger and despite his fear he will protect his child. If your child is not afraid of insects, then Jamil will have two protectors. “Can you do dad a favor?”; “Where is it?”; “Living room, south wall last time I saw.”; “Does it fly?”; “...Yes.”

Kalim will treat your child almost like one of his own children, for loving you both so much. He got emotional when he found out you were pregnant, he wanted to help pay for your doctor's appointments if necessary (never was), and he got emotional again when your child was born. He loves buying toys for your child too and give them gifts. He would love for Jamil to let them call him Uncle Kalim. And he loves it when your kids play together.

Vil’s child(ren) call him: Father 

Vil wants to have a family that is at its best as he likes to be at his best himself. He wants you and your child to be as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside, just as he strives to be as well. However, he would treat a daughter slightly differently than a son because of the different pressures of societal beauty standards.

With a son he would be as strict with him as he is with himself. But with a daughter, he knows she's more likely to suffer from these kinds of things. So although he continues to be relatively strict and wants her to be the best she can be, he ends up being softer with criticism and stronger with praise and soft love than he would be with a son.

He would hire a specialist, like as a child psychologist or something like that, to always know the best ways to rise and protect your child. Children of famous people like him, especially in the digital and social media age, may need more protection from their parents in this regard, in addition to the toxic pressure of comparison that exists. However, because Vil cares so much about your child's personal development as their happiness, he may end up putting enormous pressure on himself to be a perfect parent too.

Both Vil and your child will need you to be the person who brings them both back to the real world and the life of a loving family with flaws like any human being. Vil will always listen to you if you feel he may be being too harsh and demanding with your child, or with himself in terms of parenting.

If you are the type of person who likes to tease Vil by letting yourself be sloppy from time to time, (always at home) then your child will also like to tease their father like that. “You have your mother’s cheekiness, I see.” Vil sighs but laughs. The teasing includes eating sweets and food that Vil would not approve of. You are the parent they ask for things from and who best comforts and pampers them. You two probably team up to make Vil relax and have fun with you.

His child will have the best teachers and tutors, go to the best schools and best establishments for any extracurricular activity they want to have. Vil will probably force them to have an extracurricular activity but they will be free to choose which one.

Rook is OBSESSED with your child! In a respectful way of course, he is just already a huge fan. The result of combining your DNA with Vil's? MERVEILLEUX! He won't hold back the tears when he sees the baby for the first time. He will LOVE playing with your child. He will babysit for free and will be happy to do so if you ever need. It will be a long time before he stops getting so emotional whenever your child calls him "Uncle Rook."

Uncle Epel is the rad uncle, when Vil is not around. He is that person who will help your child do cool activities that Vil may not allow. Like taking a blastcycle ride with him, eat grilled meats, playing with things that make the child very dirty or other things that Vil didn't like Epel to do when they were at NRC. But if at least one parent allows it (you), then there is no problem. Right? All this, of course, when Vil is not around.

When he is there, both Epel and your child behave like little angels. You and Epel have to be very careful that the child doesn't get careless and say something in Epel's dialect in front of Vil. They love Uncle Epel because it is fun to do cool things without their father knowing and with your help.

Your child likes to use Grim as a doll to dress up in cute clothes. The funny thing is that Grim likes it too because your child eventually realizes that if they tell him he looks cool instead of cute, he'll let them keep dressing him up.

Idia’s child(ren) call him: Daddy (when little) Dad (when older)

Idia doesn't believe he can be a good father. A shut-it and antisocial otaku like him? Are you crazy? That's a disaster! He can't take care of himself, how is he going to help you raise a child? However, and especially with you, he also has that overly cocky side that believes that even being an antisocial nerd he would be 1000 times better than a lot of parents out there. So basically he has a tendency to oscillate between these two moods.

In comparison, you are the strict parent, he is the parent who spoils the child. They are both afraid of you when you get upset. He's a ‘Don't tell your mother’ type of dad. He can't say no to his child, but, oddly enough, he can't be emotionally manipulated either. He may even let his child do a lot of things, but even he has limits to what he knows is good or bad for them.

Because he's the permissive father, he's also the scariest when he gets serious. He can never get really mad at his child, but he can say a firm and assertive “No” if necessary. However, if they are still very young and start crying, he will panic and call you immediately. You will then have to comfort Idia and tell him that no, he did not make a decision that put him on the path to the traumatic and apocalyptic ending. What he probably did was the opposite.

If it depends on him, his child will be a nerd/otaku just like his father. However, he doesn't want them to be socially anxious like him and will always encourage them to go for walks with you outside even if it's without him. That doesn't mean there aren't times you drag him outside with you.

Besides occasionally questioning whether he is being a good father, there is something else that haunts him... He still carries and will probably always carry the feeling of guilt for what happened to Ortho, so he is absolutely TERRIFIED that something like that may happen again.

Idia has always tried to keep your child as far away as possible from all areas that are dangerous or even remotely similar to the hallway where that happened. But if your child ever happens to even enter an area that their father did not allow, they will get to know a side of Idia that sometimes you yourself don’t even remember exists: The overprotective, traumatized side that isn't afraid to scare his child if it means keeping them away from the danger. And probably the only way they'll see his red hair. But it will probably be after that, that the two of you will have an open heart conversation and Idia will apologize.

Now, about Uncle Ortho, they LOVE uncle Ortho! He's the one who goes for a walk with you and your child when you and he can't convince Idia to go too. He is a cheerful uncle who loves to play with your child. You three made up stories to explain why uncle Ortho was a humanoid. You always make up different and crazy stories to jest with them and make them change the subject. The day will come when they will be old enough to know the truth.

Idia may even talk badly about himself a lot of the times, but no matter what his child do, they are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular and everything good. “Of course that's because they inherited it from you, not me.” He will say with a smile.

Both Idia and your child treat Grim like a pet cat and find it funny to see him getting grumpy.

Idia spoke to his child in that baby voice when they themselves were also babies. And maybe also when they are children to the point where they tell him to stop treating them like babies.

Malleus’s child(ren) call him: Daddy (when little) Dad (when older) Father (at formal events)

The day Malleus found out you were pregnant was already a happy day, but the day your child was born was the happiest day of his life! And every moment with them is the happiest moment of his day. And of course with you too. He totally and completely loves his family!

Anyone who dares to speak ill of the child of Malleus Draconia, especially about the fact that they are half-human, will suffer the consequences! Anyone who spoke openly about the child being something of a disgrace, shame or an abomination was either killed or imprisoned. (Depending on how opposed you really are to Malleus killing or ordering someone to be killed.) and of course, the same applies to talking bad about you.

The problem is that this is doing the same thing to your child that was done to him. He's scaring everyone and making them afraid to come near your child for fear of saying or doing something that might upset them or Malleus. He listens to you and agrees with you, showing concern and thoughtfulness about what should be done. He hates people being disrespectful to the ones he loves, but he also doesn't want his child to go through what he went through.

What ends up happening is that, on Malleus's part, he realizes that he has to start learning ways for people to respect his child without using fear, but to do that he also has to start letting certain insults slide. He doesn't like it, but if it's what's best for his child, he'll do the best he can. Although the same applies if they disrespect you. He hates it so much!

In the case of your child, you are helped by Lilia (if he’s still alive), Silver, Sebek and their families. Perhaps trying to spend more time among their people and with other fae, humans, and half-fae might be beneficial to a child's social development.

Lilia would treat the child as if they were his own grandchild. Even if Silver also has children, they are ALL Lilia's grandchildren! “There's no denying it any longer... I am... officially... an old man... For the best possible reasons!” Everyone will rescue your child from Lilia's food. “Never eat anything that Grandpa Lilia cooks, you hear?”

Silver is the calm uncle who, despite not being the most fun to play with, is the one they turn to when they want to rest and simply have a good chill time. Or take a nap. Probably who they turn to to run away and hide from Sebek when he's being annoying. He ends up being the adult (than is not their parents) that they trust most and feel most comfortable with. Silver is very happy when they ask him for help to get closer to an animal to see it better, and even more so if they and the animals end up interacting and playing with each other.

Now about Uncle Sebek... If there is anyone more protective and flattering of that child than Malleus, it is Sebek. He cried when the child was born, for sure. And cried even more when the child said his name, or whenever they at least tried to. The day they called him "Uncle Sebek" he was about to have a heart attack. The problem is that he ends up being one of those type of person who adores children (although in his case the only ones he likes would be Malleus's and his own children) to the point that the child finds them annoying and clingy. “But don't tell Uncle Sebek that, he'll be sad.”

Whenever the child throws a tantrum that ends up causing their powers to manifest in storms or uncontrolled magic, Malleus will take care of it while you stay away and safe. To him, any attack would be mere tickling, but he always made sure that your child knows that the same does not apply to you. They may end up thinking that you are very fragile while they are little, but it is better this way to ensure that they do not hurt you unintentionally.

This also means that whenever you need to say ‘No’ to your child, Malleus will do it if there is a possibility that they would start throwing tantrums. At least while they are young and cannot control their powers well.

Malleus also runs the risk of being a father who spoils his children.

Your child and Grim probably burn a lot of things around the castle because they play together and they both have fire powers.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

And if you would like to read this but with other characters you can write in the comments. If this post has a lot of notes (likes and reblogs) I might consider making a second part with other characters.