#ted... my love... hehe...

[dreamspace24]

WAAAAA HELLO HELLO HELLO

I have so many f/o's but I'll always happily take the chance to gush about my main. His name is Ted, and he's just- sigh. He's so perfect to me. I love him so much. He's the light of my life and I always feel better just thinking about him hehehe

My irl bf was the one who introduced me to him actually ;0 and it took *years* irl for me to really think about him the way I do now!!! Because originally I watched a playthrough of the game he comes from, and,,, ngl the light he's shown in that is kinda awful? Not the worst, but certainly not the best. But then, years later, I finally got around to reading the original story he comes from (It was a short story first called "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream," and then it got turned into a game). And just. God. Idk. Something about him, just- clicked!

And like, you wouldn't think it would, because ngl he's kinda, worse in the story? But it was more just- why he is the way he is that clicked. The reasons behind how he behaves that you don't learn in the game. And so much of himself, his core character, was changed in the game. (Same with everyone, besides like, the villain). And for the first time, I saw someone who was very similar to me. I felt seen and understood by his true character, and it made me grow really sympathetic for him.

After the initial shock wore down, it all just kinda came crashing into "Omg I love him so much I just wanna make him so happy" ykyk?? The way his story ends is so tragic but I wanna believe that it isn't the end. That he'll end up happy, eventually, no matter how long it takes. And I wanna be the one waiting for him with open arms to bring him that happiness and support and love that he deserves and never got.

It's silly. It's dumb. A lot of the fandom is split on his character; some really love him like me, and others kinda hate the hell out of him. And it always kinda gets me down but yk, he's still my love. My prince. My one and only. I just try to think about comforting him and block people who hate him cause like. I get it. I get why you would. But that doesn't mean I have to, feel the same? At least I think so.

He has a lot of paranoia about people hating him. I do too, but I'm always there to remind him it's not true. I'll never hate him. He has my heart, and even if he chose someone else, I'd still love him. His happiness means more to me than some silly conditional thing.

Maybe that's a little unhealthy to say. But yk, I feel this way for all my relationships, friendships, etc. I'd rather you be happy without me than miserable around me. No point in sticking around; it does neither of us any good.

Idk. I could go on and on about my s/i and his relationship (If you've ever heard of Orpheus and Eurydice, they're very much like that, including the doomed aspect). How they're two sides of the same coin and such. But like- man. If I sit here and talk all day about him I'm not gonna get anything I need to do today done.

Sorry if this is long fnjdfjk really if you don't wanna respond you don't have to!! But ty for giving me a place to gush about him ;0

AND PLEASE FEEL FREE TO GUSH ABOUT YOU AND VERGIL TO ME TOO I'D LOVE TO HEAR IT!!! I LOVE LISTENING TO PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THEIR LOVES!!!

GUSH ABOUT YOUR F/O IN THE REBLOGS TO ME AND I WILL ACTUALLY LISTEN AND RESPOND TO THEM ACCORDINGLY BECAUSE YOU 🫵 DEAR READER DESERVE TO HAVE YOUR INTERESTS TREATED WITH RESPECT AND NOT JUST GET A "wow that's neat"

doubles and proshippers dni! Doubles you also deserve respect I'm just not very good at sharing I'm so sorry!

[lilpuffyart]

More roommate AU (ig that name will do for now lmao) doodles while working on this AU's comic (hopefully it'll be out by next month yippiee)

[elis-corner]

mcr5 is NOT real. mcr6, however, absolutely is.

[lunar-years]

‘Cause I can see you waiting down the hall from me / and I could see you up against the wall with me

Part 1/?? of my favorite ships + taylor swift songs | Roy Kent x Jamie Tartt

[wheelercore]

Someone liked and reblogged my tedmike queer coding manifesto from 3 years ago... wow.... i havent thought abt that post in ages......bring back my innocence

[vin-at-thehub]

That's cool!

Would you say it's kinda like having a bunch of friends just always hanging out? >< Or is it something different?

Hehe I'd love to meet all of you if possible! You seem like a wonderful person so if they're anything like you, I'm sure they're also wonderful people <3

Also a mindspace sounds fun honestly ^^ I feel kinda weird just asking u a bunch of questions so one more and then I'm giving an open invitation to yap about whatever's got your attention atm if you want (whether system related or not <3)

How do the interests of your alters (I think that's the right term to use here? Please correct me if I'm wrong </3) differ? Is there something that one really loves but you're more meh about?

Pffttt—it is nice to have everyone around and we are all chill with eachother, so yes that is a fair way to say it, though it can get overwhelming sometimes and obviously we’re all people so we have our petty arguments here and there. All in all it’s like having a bunch of roommates. All the time. Everywhere. /pos

Awww tyyyyy-!! Ima join in for this one and say you seem like a skibidi sigma-!! Okay. No. Just—Hon—why-? They seem like a skibidi sigma-!! …Moving on. We’d all love to interact with you, Honey has already…attempted to do so—I think she meant that as a compliment-?? I can’t even tell—I’m sorry dude. The..brainrot is strong with her. But yeah-!! At some point we could possibly share DMs, either here or maybe on discord (we are slow repliers are you can tell) to better get to interact-!! Hehe yessir, DMs are opennnnn-!!!

Don’t worry about the questions, we love them and the mindspace is really fun-!! We can tell you more about its set up if you’d like-? And the gasoline washing machine. ..yes, and the gasoline washing machine—WHICH FOR THE RECORD IS MOON’S FAULT GUYS THAT WAS NOT MY IDEA—

Oooh, we all have a bunch of different interests, though we’re all pretty happy to view each other’s favorites-!! It’s why we’re in so many fandoms. Uhhh I’ll try to list some of us an our interests…

Me (Vin): Baking, reading, writing, any indie horror game.

My turn-!!! (Honey): Sonic Prime, uhhhhhhh apparently I can’t say anything about sigma rizzing >:d, generally making little crafts and decorating things-!! I also love love love collecting pins-!!

Moon: He likes water color painting and creepypastas-!! Specifically marble hornets-!! I also like creepypasta but not to his level—

Vinny: she likes collecting rocks and writing poetry-!! Also huge on baking (:

Dolly: She likes planning events-!!

Lynn and Neb: They like using chalk for art and scrolling on webtoons and watching horror movies-!! Or series, like Not Your Normal Kids Show.

(Dream): Complete reader, loves anything you put infront of him, especially classics, though he recently read Assistant to the Villan and loved it-!! Also reads PJO with me sometimes-!!

Err0r: He likes watching comedy shows, I’ve seen him also watch a few Sonic Prime episodes, and he watches the Disastrous Life of Saiki K with me-!! He obviously likes crocheting and is trying to teach us how to do so..

Lilac: she paints with moon, and bakes with me-!! She really loves baking or helping me design characters for some of my writing-!!

Mari (the marionette): They like FNAF stuff…though that’s probably because it’s a fictive from FNAF—regardless it likes reading all the FNAF books and is an insane fan of the ID’s Fanstay YouTube channel. It also wants to start playing Dandy’s World soon-!!

Rumi: Rumi so far has had a strong interest in DC comics and likes doing stuff in the chem lab-!! They’ve been pretty interested in us starting a new mystery book series too-!!

All in all we have a hugggee variety of interests but we all love looking into eachother favorites too-!! Thank you so much for the question, these are some of our favorite things to talk about-!!

[lightbulb-warning]

Oh happy birthday! Hope it's a good one and you get to eat something good! :3

thank youuuu!! (≡^∇^≡)

i made strawberry tiramisù and my family obliterated it so safe to say it came out well hehe >:3

[saltcxrcle]

why is my dad the way that he is T-T

[marsmaximoff]

🦑 hwang jun-ho; headcanons 〇△□

content warning: gn!reader. fluff. mentions of death, coma and jealousy. pet names. no season 2 spoilers. let me know if i missed anything.

word count: 941

author’s note: well, my man is back, and i had to write some headcanons for him. the OBSESSION that i had back in 2021 needs to be studied, omg. anyway, as always, constructive criticism is welcomed, english is my third language, so i apologize for any mistakes. in case i don’t post anything else this year, happy 2025 everybody!! enjoy! 🩷

divider by @k1ssyoursister

〇 pre-games

best. boyfriend. ever.

that’s it, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

🙃🙃🙃

his love languages are:

1) quality time

he may be a police detective, but he ALWAYS tries to make time for you 

and see you every day, and if he can’t, he’ll save some minutes to call you

loves to hear about your day

big on communication, that’s key on your relationship 

type of boyfriend that picks you up after work, or anything really

he just wants to see your cute face :3

takes you out on cool dates

to the park, to eat, to cute animal cafés

he’s okay with staying in too, just cuddling, talking, watching something….

and 2) acts of service 

will drive you anywhere you need

you get ‘good morning/night’ texts every single day you’re not together

makes you breakfast 

and has no problem with cooking for you

opens doors for you 

pulls out the chair at the restaurant ☝🏻

he’ll simply do anything you need

loves coming home to you, it doesn't matter how shitty or overwhelming his day was, you just put a smile on his face

his favorite thing to do with you is eating

it may sound boring, but he loves to see you taking care of yourself, well-fed and happy

takes you to meet his family

his mom loves you

even his brother likes you

he’s a tease and enjoys seeing you all flustered

i feel like he’d be the type to have many pics of you on his phone that he goes back to whenever he misses you

you’re probably his wallpaper, perhaps even on his wallet too 🤭

some pet names like: “honey”, “love”, “beautiful”, “cutie”

would never cheat

a guard dog

not super jealous -a bit tho- but won't hesitate to step up if someone acts stupid 

(picture that one scene in season 2 when that man mocked him and didn’t believe he was an actual police detective hehe)

shows you off 🤩

checks you out :p

his hand is on you in some way when you’re out

has good emotional intelligence

big spoon

reminds you to take your make up off before bed if you wear any -he may even do it himself if you're too tired

or to take meds

he is just really caring and supportive

doesn't like seeing you worried or anxious because of his job

absolutely hates to see you suffer

doesn’t mind that you may be struggling financially, it won’t change what he feels

will help you with whatever it is

just don’t hide it, he hates secrets and lies

i hate doing it, but there always has to be some 🚩 

he’s the first one that would do it (lying and hiding stuff) to ensure you’re okay and don’t get worried

on a particularly overwhelming day, he will raise his voice at you

can get really overprotective 

some days you may not hear from him, or at least not much

will sometimes struggle to open up about his issues or what’s upsetting him

△ during the games

after your sudden disappearance, worry and fear ate him up

while checking your house he found a weird card

and once he discovered the exact same one at his brother’s, he knew something was going on

heard gi-hun at the police station rambling about some weird symbols and immediately recognized the design

interrogated him about you, desperate to know about your whereabouts 

as soon as he successfully infiltrated the games, he began your search

almost had a heart attack when he spotted you

had to make the effort of his life to stay calm and not run to you

would somehow manage to get you two alone so he can get you out of there (i wrote about this)

almost gets caught

feels betrayed you didn’t tell him and quite angry you’d risk your own life like this

but mostly relieved you’re okay (and still alive)

watches you like a hawk from the distance, ensuring your safety

constantly around, you continuously sense his presence close by 

□ post-games (you died)

had to see your death and practically went numb

blurry vision, ringing in his ears, shortness of breath, sting in his throat

the worst thing tho, was finding out his brother had been behind everything

how could he have done this to you? you trusted him! 

feels completely disgusted

after his coma, he blames himself for everything

your name was his first word after waking up

dreams about you 

gets you a cenotaph given that your body will forever remain strayed

nevertheless, he still talks to you like you’re there

tells you about his recovery and his progress finding the island

you are his strongest motivation

he’s doing this for you, to provide the love of his life a much deserving peaceful rest

gets you new flowers every few days

he’ll never stop feeling guilty

〇 post-games (you survived)

has nightmares he failed and left you to meet your demise on those cursed games

always there when you have them, and so is his shoulder if you need to cry

reassurance king

hides the identity of his attacker from you

becomes even more overprotective

shared location on at all times

gets paranoid if you don’t text him all day

he swore to never miss a single detail of your possible struggles. not again

you can still tell he holds himself responsible for your time on that island

stays awake at night just watching you sleep safe and sound (will never say it tho)

babies you

bigger spoon

doesn’t let you go out on your own if it’s late, afraid that something may happen and those psychopaths will reach you again

[akanemnon]

Went ahead and screenshotted my favorite moments in the new panels

1, Undyne sneezing because of the pollen

2, motion blur go brrrr

3, Chara's face being so forced to the point it's actually funny

4, THEY CAN BOTH CHANGE SOUL COLORS REEEEEE- Also, Kris' clothes being all ripped is a good detail (OH GOD THEY'RE SO GENDER I LOVE IT)

5, Screeming is fun

6, LESSLO BEING PISSED BEING GETTING ABSOLUTELY BITCH SLAPPED BY THE PRIESTESS FOR TRYING TO INTERFERE WITH THE TRIAL IM WHEEZING

On the topic of Lesslo, ima rant about him because he's so funny and silly amd annoying he's a cute little grimlen he seems so smoochabl- What who said that

Anyways, I like to think he's a Raggedy Andy fan.

Also, THE AMOUNT OF TALLY MARKS IN THE CAVE FROM HOW LONG LESSLO HAS BEEN THERE IM CRYING THE POOR CHILD'S MENTAL HEALTH I WANNA HUG HIM ÆUGHH

Btw how to draw Lesslo's mouth I CANT DRAW IT FOR SHI-

Ahem, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Damn you weren't kidding. That really WAS a lot...

But then again there was a lot going on in the page and I did say you can all point them out if you feel like it hehe...

As for your question: I honestly freestyle it most of the time. As long as it is jagged, there is really no right or wrong way to draw it.

[lottachaos]

GOOD OMENS SEASON TWO SPOILERS

Ok I’m gonna be deeply ranting and analyzing the kiss scene (mostly just the kiss itself) because OH MY GOSH THERES SO MUCH TOO IT

First of all here’s a gif of it:

And also I don't have a gif of it but when Crowley releases Aziraphale, what struck me was that he didn’t make them burst apart he gently and almost sadly just stepped back. And then watched. Now. One of the biggest things I’ve been thinking about in this (because I’ve been obsessively watching it over and over) is how Crowley is kissing him. It’s a long kiss. It’s not sensual. It’s not eating each others faces. It’s intimate and very romantic. Crowley missed Aziraphales lips by a hair and is slightly kissing his chin. Crowley holds him there as they sway back and forth slightly. I can’t see if his eyes are open or not. But the thing that strikes me about this is how much all of Crowley’s body language and everything just scream about how much he doesn’t want to move. He finally kissed his angel and he wants to stay pressed up against him, finally locked in the embrace he didn’t realize he needed for so long. He just stays there. He doesn’t kiss deeper. He just stays pressed against him, not wanting to deal with how Aziraphale will look at him afterwards.

then he has to break apart. He does it gently, but suddenly. Like he had to force himself but doesn’t want to . He wanted to stay, but he knows he can’t. So he steps back with his heart breaking more than he thought possible.

now onto Aziraphale.

Aziraphale is shocked. His eyes go from open to closed to open to closed. He leans back so slightly you almost can’t see it. He doesn’t seem to know how to feel.

And then his hands go around Crowley. It almost seems like it’s an unconscious motion, given how he looks after they break apart. It looks like for a split second, he lets himself melt into Crowley, as his hand wraps around his back and slides across it. But then he hesitates again abd takes his hands away. He thinks he can’t melt into Crowley. But there was the one moment where he broke.

after they break apart, Aziraphale looks shocked, upset, desperate, and to me, even a little disgusted. Probably because he doesn’t know how to deal with it. He licks his lips and moves his mouth around abd seems uncomfortable. But then after Crowley leaves he presses a hand to his mouth. He holds it for a second and starts crying. He realized he liked how it felt. He realizes everything he’s been missing. He loved the feeling of Crowley’s lips on his. Most importantly, he loves crowley.

on the topic of people hating on Aziraphale and saying the metatron did something to him, I disagree. This seems completely in character fir Aziraphale. He’s not an arsehole, he’s in conflict. He thinks he’s not allowed to love Crowley. I get him.

ok Thanks for coming to my Ted talk hehe bye

[lupinqs]

CHAPTER TEN ━━ The Introduction

❀ ━ pairing: paige bueckers x oc (jo jacobson)

❀ ━ word count: 5.9K

❀ ━ warnings: allusions to sex, alcohol consumption

❀ ━ links: my masterlist, nobody gets me masterlist

❀ ━ author’s note: hehe

IT’S FRIDAY, December 2nd, and UConn just annihilated Providence. Jo played out of her mind, as she always does. Of course, Paige is proud. Of course she is. But both her performance and the team win can’t really make this might feel like a victory for Paige to bask in. 

Currently, she’s standing in Nika’s kitchen, staring down at the cup full of Everclear in her hand. The liquid inside is dangerous, too strong for her, and yet she’s already downed three or four shots. She doesn’t even like it. In fact, she usually avoids this shit like the plague. But tonight, it’s the only thing she can think of to numb her, the only thing that might be able to quiet the anxious, suffocating storm inside her chest.

It’s almost laughable, really, how predictable she is. How every time Jo does something—breathes, laughs, smiles—Paige feels like she’s suffocating just a little more. It’s insane. They’re best friends. They’ve been living together since May. She’s seen every side of Jo—the silly, the serious, the completely ridiculous.

Well, every side except the one she shares with Asher.

Because Paige still hasn’t met him.

She’s seen all the pictures, of course—the one’s on Jo’s Instagram, the one that Jo has as her lock screen, the one framed in Jo’s family’s house back in Boston, the one perched on Jo’s desk in their apartment. She hears about him a God awful lot, too. She’s seen Jo text him, call him. She’s listened to Jo gush about him and their future while Paige is just… there. Watching Listening. Seeing Jo get lost in that perfect, fairytale love that Paige will never be a part of.

The rest of the team, on the other hand, have already met the damn boy. Back in October, while Paige was in LA rehabbing, he’d come up to visit Jo, and they’d met him. And, of course, they all informed Paige of how kind and charming and absolutely perfect for Jo he was.

And, tonight, it seems that Paige has finally met her dues. Because he’s coming to Ted’s with Jo, to hang out with the team.

Okay, it’s not that Paige wants to hate Asher. He hasn’t done anything to her, not really. She just doesn’t want to see it. Doesn’t want to see the joy and adoration in Jo’s eyes when she’s with him. Doesn’t want to see her look at someone else the way she’ll never look at Paige.

That’s why she’s standing here in Nika’s kitchen, holding the cup of Everclear like it’s a lifeline. She’s downed drink after drink, trying to numb herself before the night really starts. She needs something to take the edge off. Anything to make the world feel a little less sharp, a little less raw.

So, Paige reaches for the bottle again, pouring herself another cup, her hand unsteady from the alcohol already coursing through her veins. She doesn’t even care that she’s probably about to get way too drunk to function. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Not when she’s about to experience first-hand the perfect, romcom, movie-like romance of Jo and Asher.

As Paige pours the drink, she doesn’t even hear Caroline approach. It’s not until the sophomore’s hand wraps around her wrist that Paige jerks back, spilling some of the alcohol across the counter. “Bro!” she exclaims, frustration creeping into her voice as she whips her head to glare at Caroline. “What the hell?”

Caroline narrows her eyes, and the look she gives Paige is one of irritation, not amusement. “What are you doing?” she demands, voice tight. “You’re gonna be wasted before we even get to Ted’s. Besides, you don’t even like this shit!” She gestures to the bottle of Everclear in Paige’s hand, her gaze pointed.

Paige rolls her eyes. “Nah, don’t do that with me, Carol,” she says, her voice flat and cold, the words rolling off her tongue like venom. “I’m older than you. If you wanna mother someone, go find the freshmen.”

Caroline doesn’t flinch at Paige’s outburst. Instead, she just rolls her eyes back, her expression practically dripping with exasperation. Then, with one swift motion, she gives Paige a quick shove on the shoulder, a mockery of affection that’s meant to get her attention but only serves to make Paige more frustrated. “No,” Caroline says, her tone laced with that same tired edge. “I’m gonna mother because clearly you need it!”

The words land like a slap, stinging more than Paige expects. Yes, she knows she’s not being entirely responsible, but also—when has she been? It’s sort of in her nature to be irresponsible, so she’s not sure how this is any different. But is is. And she doesn’t even know why.

There’s a long pause. Too long. It stretches between them like a chasm, and Paige can feel the moment hanging in the air like it’s about to swallow her whole. She thinks Caroline might be done. She thinks the conversation might be over.

But it’s not. Caroline is not finished.

“Look,” the brunette says, her voice gentler now, but still firm. “I know you’re, like, totally in love with Jo and all, but please, Paige, get yourself together.”

Almost instantly, Paige stills. It’s as if the entire world falls silent in an instant. The sound of her pulse fills her ears, louder than anything else. Her mind goes blank for a moment, and then the words slowly filter through. Caroline knows. Paige has been so careful recently to pretend, pretend, pretend. But Caroline’s still seen through it.

Fuck.

“Wha—? How did you know that?” Paige’s voice comes out high-pitched, more frantic than she wants it to be. She feels like she’s suffocating, like she’s about to drown in the truth that’s just been laid bare. “Did Azzi tell you? Aubrey?” The thought of anyone else but the two of them knowing, of anyone else seeing what she’s been trying to hide, is bad. It’s what Paige imagines standing in front of a crowded room, naked, while everyone stares at her would feel like.

Caroline gives her a look. “No, dumbass,” she deadpans. “I figured it out myself. You’re not very subtle.”

As if it were possible, Paige’s stomach seems to drop even more at the simplicity of it all. Because Caroline’s right, just as Aubrey and Azzi both had been. Paige isn’t subtle. She never has been. The way she looks at Jo, the way her face burns every time Jo smiles at her, the way she seems to track everything Jo doesn’t without even meaning to—none of it is subtle.

She groans, a frustrated sound that escapes her before she can stop it. She leans forward, her palms flat against the counter as she rests her forehead against the cool surface. She’s so tired. Tired of pretending, tired of fighting the feeling that never goes away. And now, with Caroline’s words hanging before her, she knows it’s probably only a matter of time before Jo figured it out, too. Before Jo realizes what Paige has been hiding, and everything goes to shit. Jesus Christ, she’s gonna have to transfer.

Caroline doesn’t let the silence linger for too long, though. “Okay, yeah,” she says, her voice softening a little. “I know it sucks. I get it.” She takes a deep breath, and Paige can hear the sympathy in her voice, the understanding. “And I’m sorry you have to see Jo with Asher while you like her. But, please, get yourself together. Because she’s so excited for you to meet him, and if you’re drunk off your mind when you do, you’re probably just gonna embarrass yourself and her. Do you wanna do that?”

Caroline’s right. Of course she is. Paige can imagine herself meeting Asher, entirely wasted, and saying some stupid shit that would have him grimacing at her and Jo flushing with embarrassment over the fact that this drunk girl before them is supposed to be her best friend. It would be wrong and selfish to do that. But it’s gonna be so hard to do it and act normal. She knows she swore she would take Jo in whatever way she’ll give her—and she still stands by that—but that doesn’t mean she has any desire to meet her boyfriend. Because she just doesn’t. She’s truly not sure she can. 

She doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she just stays there, head pressed against the counter, trying to will sway the stupid, hot tears that begin to form in her eyes. She can’t cry here. It’s fucking stupid.

Eventually, after blinking the tears away, Paige begrudgingly shakes her head. “No,” she mutters under her breath, the words barely audible. “I don’t wanna do that.”

Caroline pats her on the back. “That’s what I thought.”

PAIGE LISTENS. She’s being good. She’s only slightly tipsy, every so often taking sips of her Dirty Shirley. She’s doing her best to integrate herself into the team’s conversation around her, despite her uncharacteristic anxiousness. She tries to will her gaze to stop flicking toward the door. It doesn’t work; her mind is already rehearsing every possible scenario when Jo and Asher walk in.

“Aye, JoJo just said they should be here any minute!” Ice says loudly, reading a text off her phone. The rest of the team, half-fueled by the alcohol running through their bloodstream, lets out a few cheers.

Azzi, who’s across from Paige and who Paige can tell is almost entirely sober, meets her eyes. She title her head, giving her a look as if to say you good? The blonde gives her a tight nod. She will be good. She’s gonna keep it together, it’ll be fine. It’s just one night, one introduction. After that, she can pretend none of it matters. She doesn’t need to be anywhere near Asher.

But even as she tells herself that, her pulse begins to quicken, the seconds ticking by too slowly as she waits for the pair to walk through that door. And, when they finally do, it’s not the way she thought it would be. She expected her heart to sink, her breath to catch, but what happens instead is worse. Her skin tingles, and her chest feels too tight, like her ribs are being squeezed, her lungs struggling for air. Jo walks in first, her laugh ringing out across the bar like it’s some beautiful melody that Paige can’t stop hearing. And then there’s Asher, in the flesh, right behind her. His arm is casually draped over Jo’s shoulder, and the two of them look so natural, so right together that it makes Paige feel like she’s been hit with a sucker punch to the gut.

They’re happy. It’s blatantly obvious in the way they move together, the way Asher’s hand rests lightly on Jo’s shoulder, the way they share that easy, carefree smile, as if nothing in the world could ruin this moment for them. Paige’s vision sharpens, the edge of the bar blurring as the urge to shrink away into herself rises up like an overwhelming tide. She wants to leave, to disappear, to drink so much she blacks out and dies.

But she doesn’t. Obviously.

Jo and Asher head straight toward the team, where they stand in the back corner. Paige forces herself to appear nonchalant like always, her back pressed against the bar wall, her fingers gripping the edge of her drink. The others begin to greet the pair quickly, all laughing and chatting with him so easily and fast it almost gives Paige whiplash. Within a minute, he already fits in so seamlessly—and Paige hates if. She hates the way he’s making them all laugh, the way he’s charming without even trying, the way everyone seems to like him so easily. Things would be so much easier for Paige if he was just some shitty douchebag boy.

But then Jo’s eyes find hers, that smile spreading across her face, and all thoughts of the boy flee for a short moment. It’s that smile only for her, only for Paige. She’s reserved it.

Paige feels her heart leap, an automatic reaction that she can’t stop, especially with alcohol in her system. She doesn’t know if Jo can see it, the way her face softens at the sight of her, but Paige knows her smile is already in place, even if it feels a little strained, like her cheeks might crack under the pressure.

Paige watches as Jo grabs onto Asher’s wrist, pulling him so they’re both face to face with Paige. “Paige! This is Asher!” she exclaims excitedly, and it’s adorable, it really is, the way her doe eyes shine at Paige, twinkling.

With some effort, the blonde forces her gaze from Jo to the boy beside her. “Hey, bro,” Paige says, her voice coming out a little higher than she intended, but she doesn’t let it show. She forces the words out, the greeting she’s practiced a thousand times too many.

“Nice to meet you,” she adds. It’s a lie. Of course.

Asher nods, his hand extending to shake hers. It makes everything inside Paige write. He’s not just some asshole she can dismiss; he’s the guy who makes Jo happy. And in the face of that, what does Paige have to offer? Absolutely nothing.

“Yeah, you too,” Asher replies, his smile wide, genuine. Fuck, he really is likable. It makes everything worse. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Stupidly, Paige can feel her heart skip a beat. He’s heard about her. Jo’s talked about her. The thought of it makes her skin flush, and she glances at Jo, who’s standing just a little too close to Asher, her eyes sparkling. There’s a faint blush on her cheeks, just enough for Paige to notice.

Hm.

Jo’s talked about her. Jo’s talked about her. It’s an absurdly stupid thing to obsess over, because, yes, it would only make sense that Jo has talked about her. They’re roommates, for God’s sakes.

But then, just as quickly, it all comes rushing back—the overwhelming knowledge that it just doesn’t matter. Because Jo has Asher.

Paige’s hand in tightens slightly around her drink, and she forces her smile to stay in place. “I bet,” she says, before gesturing to Jo. “She’s a yapper.”

Asher’s grin widens, and he nods in agreement. He glances down at Jo for a moment, and Paige can see the faint sparkle in his own eyes. It makes her sick. “Yeah, she is,” he chuckles. Of course he would know that. He knows everything. Certainly more than Paige (except how to make a girl cum—though, at this point, she supposes it can’t even apply to the situation). But he’s been there. For everything. Since the fucking sandbox days. It’s not something Paige can even remotely compete with.

She needs another drink.

JO SITS awkwardly in the booth at Ted’s, wedged between Asher and Paige. It’s not even that the space is tight—there’s room enough for the three of them, probably room for one more—but the proximity feels off, almost claustrophobic. She shifts in her seat, feeling the edge of Asher’s knee against hers, and Paige’s shoulder brushing lightly against her own. All of it—the heat from their bodies, the weight of their presence—is somehow making her feel small, like there’s no space for her in this conversation.

Asher, ever the extrovert, is holding court with Paige, talking on and on about college football rankings and how Penn State (where he goes to school) is sure to win their bowl game. Jo tries to listen and engage, but the topic doesn’t interest her. Basketball is far superior to football. But she still follows along, because Asher’s so into it, so excited to share his thoughts, and Paige—who, as usual, is completely unfazed by the world around her—responds with that ease that always leaves Jo wanting more.

Jo feels herself sinking lower in the booth, staring at her drink. It’s a cranberry vodka, something that feels sweet on her tongue. She takes another sip—maybe too quickly—and feels the alcohol warm her from the inside out. It helps dull the growing discomfort, but it doesn’t erase it. The tightness in her chest persists, a strange, insistent thing that makes her shift again, trying to find a way to make herself comfortable.

She doesn’t know why she feels this way. She should be happy. She should be enjoying this. After all, she’s the one who was so eager to introduce Asher and Paige, so excited to see her favorite people meet and get along. So why does it feel… wrong now? Why does it feel like she doesn’t belong?

It’s not jealousy. No, not even close. She’s fine with Asher and Paige talking. She’s good with it. She wants them to like each other. She’s been waiting for this, hoping for it. But still… the weight of their conversation feels like it’s too much for her to hear, even if she can’t articulate why. It’s the way they’re so at ease with each other, like they’ve known each other for years, and Jo feels like she’s just a spectator, stuck in the middle. Paige is talking about football like she’s always been passionate about it, and Jo wonders if she even really cares or if she’s just being her usual, charismatic self, making everyone around her feel like they’re the most important person in the room.

She doesn’t know why this feels so weird, so odd. It’s almost as if the booth is too small for the three of them, like either Asher of Paige needs to move out of it so Jo can finally breathe again. She just doesn’t get it.

Asher keeps talking, oblivious to the tension knotting in Jo’s stomach. She can tell he’s enjoying himself, that he’s happy to be here, happy to be connecting with Paige. He’s wanted to ever since he’s realized how close she and Jo are, not to mention the fact that he’s a big fan of Paige’s game—which, valid. And Paige, of course, is just as nonchalant as always. She’s good at this—at making people feel seen and heard, like she’s the only person in the room that matters.

Jo tries to keep her smile in place, but she knows it’s not quite reaching her eyes. Every time Paige laughs, it hits something inside her she can’t explain, some quiet ache. Every time Asher leans in closer to Paige, every time they lock eyes, Jo feels a small, gnawing discomfort in the pit of her stomach. Not jealousy, just… something else. Something she doesn’t want to name.

Paige’s voice cuts through her thoughts, and Jo snaps back to the moment. “I’mma go get another Shirley,” the blonde says easily, pushing herself up from the booth. Jo watches her walk away, feeling a strange sense of relief mixed with the sudden urge to grab Paige’s hand and pull her right back. So weird.

Asher’s voice suddenly cuts through the murmur of chatter, causing Jo’s head to snap toward him. He’s looking at her now, his brow furrowed in that way he gets when he’s concerned. “Babe, you good? You been kinda, like… quiet?”

Jo forces a smile, the expression coming easy enough but feeling unnatural on her lips. It doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and she can feel it, can feel the way he’s watching her, sensing something is off. Why am I being like this? She doesn’t know.

“Yeah, let’s go dance,” she says, the words sounding too breezy. Asher doesn’t seem to notice, though, his smile brightening. He takes her hand in his, tugging her up from the booth.

They make their way to the dance floor, and Jo feels the heat of the crowd, the heavy bass that vibrates in her chest. She tries to lose herself in it, tries to let the rhythm take over. Asher’s hands find her waist, guiding her gently, pulling her closer as they fall into the music. She moves with him, tries to feel the warmth of his body, the comfort of being with him. It’s weird, though, because the steps feel a little too quick, like she’s trying to make her body fit the rhythm of something that feels off.

Her gaze drifts without meaning to. It’s not even something she consciously does, it just happens, as her eyes scan the room, taking in the crowd of people. And then, they land at the bar.

Paige is there, talking with someone Jo doesn’t recognize at first. But when she squints her eyes, trying to make sense of the redhead leaning over the counter, she realizes it’s Celeste. She watches, captivated for reasons she doesn’t understand, as Celeste leans in closer to Paige, her fingers brushing along Paige’s arm. Jo doesn’t really like that. She should stop watching.

But she doesn’t. And the longer she stares, the more that strange feelings gnaws at her. She can’t tear her gaze away, even though she tries. It’s weird and wrong, Jo knows, watching her best friend cook up her nightly fuck—because, surely, that’s what this is.

And then, just as if she’s been caught, Paige’s eyes meet here. Jo feels her heart skip a beat. Her cheeks instantly flush, her gaze jerking away from Paige’s with an awkwardness she doesn’t understand.

Bur when she dares to glance back, she finds Paige still looking at her, her gaze steady, unwavering. There’s something about the way Paige is staring, like she’s waiting for Jo to react, to do something, anything. Jo feels herself shift uneasily under that gaze, her skin heating as though she’s been caught in something she shouldn’t have been.

She looks away again, closing her eyes briefly as she tries to focus more intently on the movement of Asher’s hands on her hips, on the way he’s leading her in a slow circle. She tries to focus on the feel of his body close to hers, tries to drown out the memory of Paige’s eyes. But Jo’s thoughts are all scattered, her focus slipping like sand through her fingers.

The music changes, the beat shifting, becoming more sensual, slower. Asher leans in closer, his lips brushing against Jo’s ear, and he whispers in that low voice that always makes her shiver, “You wanna go back to yours?”

Jo nods automatically, because, yes, she really needs to leave this place.

As they move through the crowd, heading for the exit, Jo sneaks one last glance at the bar. She’s hoping for something—she doesn’t even know what—but Paige’s attention is elsewhere, focused on Celeste now. Jo feels a pang, but it’s fleeting, and she brushes it off with a shrug, tightening her grip on Asher’s hand.

“I’MMA GO get another Shirley,” Paige says, pushing herself out of the booth before either Jo or Asher can respond. She’s already halfway out by the time the words fully register with them, and she doesn’t wait to hear what they might say. For obvious reasons, talking to Asher has drained her. They’ve been going on and on about football, and it just got to a point. Not to mention the fact that Jo was between them, the whole right side of her body pressed against Asher, his arm casually slung over her shoulders.

Paige tries not to think too hard about it. She’s fine. She’s so fine, in fact, that she decides she needs another drink.

The bar is crowded, but Paige carves her way through the bodies easily. She leans against the counter, resting her forearms on the sticky surface as she flags down the bartender. She orders another Dirty Shirley, and then a shot of tequila because, well, it’s just one of those nights.

Paige exhales and lets herself sink into the moment—the crowd, the pounding bass of the music, the buzz of alcohol in her system. She tries to think about anything but the happy couple she’d been forced to hang out with for far longer than she’d planned.

Her drink arrives, the tequila shot placed next to it. She picks up the shot glass without hesitation, throwing it back quickly. The burn hits her immediately, sharp and biting, but she welcomes it. She needs it. The glass clinks against the bar as she sets it down, and she picks up her Shirley, sipping it to chase the tequila’s lingering heat.

“Hey, P,” a voice says from beside her, catching her off guard.

Paige turns, her brown furrowing for a split second before her expression smooths out. It’s Celeste. Of course.

“Hey,” Paige says casually, as if the sight of the redhead doesn’t throw her a little off balance for a moment. She’s not surprised Celeste is here—she’s always around. She’s also not surprised when Celeste slides closer, her lips curving into a smile that Paige knows all too well.

“You celebrating the win?” Celeste asks, her voice light, flirtatious. Paige has to give her credit, if she’s honest, because, really, this girl never gives up, no matter how hot and cold Paige is.

And, if Paige is even more honest, Celeste looks good. Better than good. She’s wearing some kind of black corset top that pushes her tits up in a way that’s impossible not to notice, her bright red hair perfectly blown out, and her makeup flawless even in the hazy lighting of Ted’s.

“Something like that,” Paige replies, her words accompanied by a small shrug. She takes another sip of her drink, letting the alcohol settle over her like a warm blanket.

Celeste doesn’t waste any time. She leans forward, her hand brushing against Paige’s arm in a way that’s calculated. “You looked good on the bench tonight. I posted a couple shots that the cameras got of you,” she says lowly.

Paige nearly snorts at the words—you looked good on the bench tonight. That’s what she’s been reduced to, a pretty bench-warmer, too injured and useless to be anywhere but on it. But she doesn’t laugh. Because she knows exactly what Celeste is doing. And under normal circumstances, she might be annoyed—Celeste has a habit of getting too attached, of acting like there’s more between them than there really is. But tonight, Paige is a little drunk, a little tired, and more than a little tempted to let herself fall into the distraction Celeste is offering. She was already planning on fucking someone tonight, and Celeste? Well, she’s right here, looking like that. Why not?

So, Paige smiles, tilting her head just slightly, enough to give the redhead the impression that she’s been hooked. “Yeah?” she says playfully, teasingly. “Didn’t know you were paying that much attention.”

Celeste laughs a little, leaning even closer, and Paige can feel the way her fingers linger on her arm. She plays along, letting herself fall into the conversation, the push and pull of flirtation. It’s easier to think about other things.

But, of course, somehow, her focus still seems to slip.

Over Celeste’s shoulder, Paige catches a glimpse of the dance floor. Her eyes find Jo and Asher almost instantly, like she was looking for them without even realizing it. They’re dancing, their bodies close, their smiles easy. They look happy. They look like they belong together. And it makes Paige want to puke.

She tries to look away, tries to focus on Celeste, on the warmth of her hand still on her arm, on the sharp curve of her smile. But she can’t. Her eyes keep drifting back to Jo, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

And then, suddenly, Jo looks over. Their eyes meet across the room, and Celeste blurs into the background beside Paige like she was never even there. Paige should look away, should stop staring. But she doesn’t. Her eyes stay locked on Jo’s, rooted there.

But then Jo breaks the connection, her gaze shifting away, and Paige is left staring at nothing. She feels an idiotic pang, and forced herself to take another sip of her drink.

Celeste seems to notice, her head turning to follow Paige’s line of sight. Her eyes land on Jo and Asher, and she tilts her head as she turns back to Paige. “Is that Jo’s boyfriend?” she asks.

Paige nods. “Yup. His name’s Asher.” She forces her voice to sound calm and unaffected, even though saying his name feels like she’s choking on something too sharp to swallow.

Celeste hums slowly in response. She pauses for a moment, and Paige can feel her gaze, sharp and curious, boring into her. “So… you and Jo are, like, best friends, right?” Her tone is casual, but there’s something suspicious laced beneath it, like she’s fishing for something Paige doesn’t want to give.

Paige nods again, slower this time, turning her head to glance at Celeste. “Yeah…” she says, the word dragging out of her like it takes effort to say. She wonders where this is going.

“Well,” Celeste begins, tipping her shot glass back and setting it down with a faint clink. “I ask her about you sometimes, and she never really gives me a clear answer. I can tell she tries to be nice to me, but it doesn’t really seem like she likes me much.”

Paige raises an eyebrow at that, her instinct to defend Jo kicking in automatically. “Nah, Jo likes everyone,” she says, waving Celeste off with a dismissive hand. And it’s true—Jo does like everyone.

But Celeste shakes her head, her red hair catching the light. “I don’t know,” she says thoughtfully. “For a while, I kinda thought you and her were a thing.”

The words hit Paige like a slap, and she chokes on the sip of her Shirley she just took, coughing as she sets her glass down hard on the bar. “What—?” she manages to get out, her voice rough and disbelieving. Her heart is pounding so loudly in her chest she’s sure Celeste can hear it.

Celeste shrugs, her expression almost too nonchalant, like she knows exactly what kind of chaos she’s causing. “Yeah. I mean, I guess I just kinda got that vibe. But if she’s got a boyfriend and we’ve fucked a couple times recently… I guess I was wrong.”

Paige blinks at her, wide-eyed. “You definitely were,” she says quickly, the words tumbling out too fast, too eager to set the record straight. Her face is flushed, and she can feel the heat crawling up her neck. “We’re just friends. Nothing more. At all.”

The words feel heavy in her mouth, bitter and thick. They’re not a lie, no matter how much Paige sometimes wishes it could be.

She doesn’t miss the way Celeste studies her, her green eyes narrowing slightly, like she’s trying to figure out if Paige is telling the truth. Paige hates how exposed she feels, like someone on the outside—someone as far removed as Celeste—can somehow sense the mess of feelings she’s been trying so hard to bury.

She forces herself to take a large gulp of her Shirley, the alcohol doing little to ease the tightness in her stomach. When she glanced back at the dance floor, her eyes automatically searched for Jo, she realizes that she’s—and Asher—are gone from their previous spot.

Her gaze flickers around the bar, scanning the corners, but they’re nowhere to be found. Probably went to go fuck, she thinks bitterly. Even though she has insight now that Asher is basically terrible at it, the idea still makes Paige want to die.

But she doesn’t. Obviously.

Instead, she finishes the last of her drink, turning her attention back to the girl next to her, forcing her signature smirk back onto her lips. Jo’s gone, busy with him, and Paige doesn’t owe anyone anything.

She leans into the conversation, matching Celeste’s flirtation with her own, their banter growing looser and bolder with each drink they down. The alcohol is certainly doing it’s job, blurring the edges of her thoughts, making everything feel distant and less painful.

Unexpectedly, Paige ends up in Celeste’s bed. And, also unexpectedly, she thinks about brown hair and doe eyes during the entirety of it.

JO LIES tangled in the sheets with Asher, her head resting on his bare chest, his arm wrapped around her back. It’s around four, she thinks, and the world outside feels impossibly quiet at this hour, the kind of stillness that comes only in the dead of night. Asher’s fingers trace slow, lazy patterns along her shoulder, his touch featherlight and soothing.

The haze of the night has mostly worn off now—the alcohol burned away by time, replaced by a comfortable clarity that feels almost foreign after hours of noise and chaos. It’s just the two of them now, alone in her room, their breaths in sync, the moment easy and weightless and familiar.

Jo closes her eyes, letting herself drift in the warmth of his presence, but her mind doesn’t quiet as easily as her body does. It’s almost like something beneath the surges won’t let her fully settle. It’s not unease, exactly. Not suspicion. Just… something. A restlessness she can’t name.

“Okay, I gotta piss,” Asher says suddenly, breaking the silence.

Jo snorts, her eyes fluttering open as she turns her head to look up at him. “Way to ruin the moment,” she teases, though her voice is laced with affection.

Asher grind down at her, unapologetic as he shifts, moving to sit up on the edge of the bed. “Nature calls,” he jokes. He starts to stand, but Jo catches his wrist, tugging him back down for just a second.

“Put some clothes on first,” she reminds him. “Paige got back a little bit ago.” She’d heard the door open, the quiet shuffle of footsteps as Paige made her way to her room. It was probably a half an hour ago, maybe less, and Jo had listened, wondering how Paige’s night had gone, whether she’d been alone or gone back with the team or left with Celeste.

Asher groans playfully, leaning down to peck Jo’s lips. “I will, I will,” he promises, his voice low and warm.

Jo rolls her eyes but can’t help the soft laugh truth escapes her. “You’d better,” she says, swatting lightly at his bare chest.

He smirks before gathering his clothes from the floor. Jo watches him for a moment, her head propped on her hand, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite herself. He looks good, his hair messy, his lips still swollen pink from all the kissing. And he’s here—he’s always been hers. She knows she should feel lucky.

When he leaves the bedroom to disappear into the bathroom, Jo sighs and sits up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The cool air against her skin makes her shiver, so she grabs the first things she can find—a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from her drawer. She pulls them on quickly, then settles back on the bed, folding her legs beneath her as she waits for Asher to return.

The sharp buzz of a phone notification catches her attention, the sound loud in the quiet.

Instinctively, Jo reaches over to the nightstand, assuming it’s hers. She picks up the phone without thinking, the screen lighting up in her hand—and stops short.

The message isn’t hers.

Her heart stills in her chest, her breath halting for a moment as she stares at the screen. Without thinking, she presses on the contact, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling, unraveling everything she thought she knew in an instant.

She doesn’t notice the sound of the bathroom door opening, doesn’t register Asher’s footsteps until they’re right at her bedroom door.

And then she hears his voice, soft and unsuspecting. “What’s wrong?”

[l-llavellans]

Getting To Know You Tag Game - thanks for tagging me @agentnatesewell !!

Last Song: lovesong by the cure! but now im listening to seventeen so. bit of musical whiplash

Favorite Color: YELLOWWW i love yellow. there are very few shades of yellow that i don’t like it’s just the perfect color. but purple, red, and orange are tied for close seconds

Last Book: uhhhhhhh. i really do not know. i think i reread the hobbit last year…that’s the closest one i can remember 😅 i was a major reader as a kid but i lost it as an adult i really gotta get back to that

Last Movie: i watched the taking of deborah logan with my brothers last night….spooky

Last Game: i downloaded the sims 4 last night but didn’t get to play it lol so i think the last one was dragon age origins when i was introducing my little brother to it the other day

Last Show: the last show i watched all the way through was arcane a few months ago but ive jumped around here and there rewatching episodes of shows i loved before like supernatural and ted lasso and the magicians isn’t that such an unfortunate list.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SWEET my sweet tooth is out of control it has been described as ��grotesque” by others in my life. i love all things sweet

Relationship: polycule with me myself and i

Last Internet Search: the list of sims 4 mods i use lol

Tagging: idk who to tag omg sorry if you’ve already done it/been tagged!! no pressure at all to do it!! @tevivinter @serenpedac @lalizah @trebuchet151 @thesecollidinghearts @bizzren @thurs-days and anyone else who wants to!! i love getting to know my mutuals hehe

[mixolya]

hii mixolya!! i love your fics sm, they’re always so sweet and comforting 💓 so i kinda had an idea and wanted to drop it here if that’s okay hehe 😅

a chigiri x reader where he sees the reader get mad for the first time ever 👀 like she’s super hardworking, always calm and gentle, top of her class, always smiling even when things go wrong… but then boom! group project disaster. one lazy teammate shows up last minute, didn’t do anything, tries to act chill and reader just SNAPS 😭 like full-on rage, absolute fury. chigiri’s across the room watching, jaw dropped, lowkey terrified but also stunned cause he’s never seen her like that. after the presentation, he comes over to try and comfort her, calming her down 🥺

also ngl your writing lives in my head rent-free 😭💗 it’s so warm and soft like a hug after a long day. just wanna say thank you for sharing your stories with us! please don’t forget to rest and treat yourself too—you deserve all the soft moments 💕😘

ᓚᘏᗢ — hyoma chigiri: crashing out !

synopsis: you're always calm and collected. but when a lazy groupmate tries to take credit for your work, chigiri watches you explode for the first time.

hyoma chigiri x reader ⭑ fluff / ok idk what to say + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: thank you for your kind words !! <3

you weren't someone who lost it. hyoma knew that. in fact, it was one of the things that made him fall for you. you were always so steady, you could smile through even the most frustrating group projects or canceled plans without breaking stride. you were warmth and grace and razor-sharp intelligence wrapped into one polished, polite package.

so when he sat in the back row of your shared public speaking class and saw your jaw clench for the first time ever, he straightened in his seat. and when kenji, the leech of your group, strode to the front with his iced coffee, five minutes late, zero shame on his face, hyoma got a weird feeling in his chest.

still, you presented like usual, your voice was calm and controlled. your portion was flawless, like always. the rest of your team spoke, stumbling through the slides you'd clearly prepared on their behalf. and then kenji stepped up, hands in his hoodie pockets.

"so yeah, i gues, like... we wanted to show how group collaboration can be stressful but rewarding y'know?" he said, not looking at the class, let alone the slides. "we really pulled it off last minute. like, i even stayed up till, what- 2 a.m.? yeah-"

you didn't move, but hyoma caught it, the way your shoulders tightened and your grip on the remote whitened your knuckles.

kenji grinned. "shoutout to y/n, she's kind of intense with this stuff, but like, i guess it paid off, huh?"

and that was it. you turned slowly, smile gone. "pardon?"

the whole class went quiet, kenji blinked. "uh... what?"

"you didn't show up to a single meeting," you said, voice sharp and cold. "you ghosted our group chat for three weeks. you didn't open the document. you didn't send a single email."

kenji let out a little laugh. "chill. i'm here now."

"oh! you're here now?" you echoed, voice rising. "congrats on gracing us with your presence. what do you want, a medal? you skipped the slides five seconds ago and gave a ted talk about 'grinding' while the rest of us did everything."

someone in the back gasped. kenji looked around like you were joking. you weren't. "you didn't contribute, didn't even try. and now you're standing here trying to pretend you had something to do with this project? nope. not happening."

chigiri sat frozen, eyes wide. he'd seen you frustrated before, tiny sighs and quiet frowns, but this? not once since you got together. and oddly enough? his heart was pounding. not in fear, but in awe. you looked glorious.

"sit down, kenji," you finished, calm again but chillingly final. "you're not answering the q&a." kenji opened his mouth, you didn't even look at him.

he sat.

when the teacher finally spoke, something about "strong delivery" and "passionate engagement", the class gave polite applause. you kept your chin high as you walked off stage and sat beside chigiri. you stared straight ahead, but then..

"oh my God," you whispered, burying your face in your hands. "hyoma, i snapped. i yelled. i yelled in class. i'm gonna cry-"

chigiri blinked. "you're crying because you yelled?"

"i don't yell!" you groaned. "that's like, my whole thing! i never yelled!"

he chuckled softly and reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers under the desk. "honestly?"

you peeked at him through your fingers.

"that was kinda hot." your jaw dropped. "what?"

"i mean, you looked really annoyed. like you were the final boss or something."

you stared. "that is not what i was going for."

chigiri shrugged, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. "well, maybe next time he'll think twice. you were amazing."

you groaned again, dropping your head to the desk. "this is so humiliating."

"i'm dating someone who could destroy someone's ego with a five-sentence monologue. that's not humiliating, that's a flex."

[gilmorenights]

Do you guys remember the episode of tts where Rapunzel lost her memories and is reverted to the version of herself who was still trapped in the tower?

I need an episode (or a fic technically but ykwim) of that but with Varian losing his memories.

If Varian lost his memories, he’d be reverted back to the version of himself who had just lost his father, hates Rapunzel, and is plotting to take her down. Idk if it would be pre-Saporian Varian or Saporian Varian, but either way he’d be reverted to his villain days. Hugo, obviously, is freaking out because this is how he finds out Varian is the Alchemist and he’s in wayyy more danger than he thought he was, so he has to play along. When Varian asks who he is, he lies and says Varian recruited him to take down Corona because they’re both alchemists/engineers.

Like Cass did with Raps, Hugo claims to be leading Varian home so they can get started on their revenge, but in reality, he’s looking for the soup ingredients to get V’s memories back. Varian eventually find out Hugo is lying, flips out, and goes on a rampage because yet again he trusted someone and was betrayed.

When Varian finally gets his memories back, Hugo explains everything and V is mortified. They have a moment where Varian is full on sobbing while explaining his past to Hugo and how he hoped none of them would have to find out about/see that side of him, and Hugo is just sitting there like um??? What do I say??? Because he’s never seen Varian so open and exposed before, and it’s a jarring contrast to who he had been just minutes ago. When Varian is finally done explaining, we get a “I’m sorry” “You have nothing to apologize for, you don’t owe anyone an explanation” moment and Hugo promises not to tell the others.

Cuz like ajsbjshsksksj I love the idea of Hugo being the one to see Varian at his lowest because up until this point Hugo’s had this idea that Varian is just an annoying know it all who’s taken up the role of leader and despises him cuz it seems like he has everything together, it seems like his life was perfect before this (best friend is the crown princess of Corona, he’s the Royal Alchemist, he has ties to the Dark Kingdom’s family, etc), but now he’s forced to face the fact that (like him!!!) Varian’s put-together personality is just a facade to hide his dark past.

And then him promising not to tell the others and Varian believing him- which is a big deal because we all know Varian’s past with promises- is such a vital step in their relationship because of all people he’s choosing to trust with a promise, Hugo is the first one (which makes Hugo’s betrayal even worse hehe).

Sigh I love them thanks for coming to my ted talk🫶🏼

[madammidnightsblog]

may I please have some smut headcanons for Stiletto, Kleo, and/or Nova 👉👈 if you cant though then that's okay!!!! I'll gladly have some Valeria or Farah ones (or any female cod character) hehe /nf ofc :3

just learned about Nova and fell in love with her! She's so pretty! WARNING: talks of sex and kinks, afab! reader

Farah Karim

Farah doesn’t have a high sex drive, war zones can really take away any sexual drive a person may have but, she does have her moments

She doesn’t care for power dynamics or who’s “topping” as she’s more worried about both of you having a great time and enjoying the moment

A big toy user! She absolutely loves strapons and dildos the most as it allows you to cling onto her which she loves- physical contact to her is the most sensual and intimate thing. But she does enjoy a good vibrator

Pussy eater!! Farah lives in a dirty world that’s filled with blood and dirt, so why not add the sweat, musk, and juices from your pretty cunt?

Being submissive isn’t often but she will indulge into that fantasy if you ask her, she’s willing to bend over backwards for you if you simply ask

Her moans are husky and breathy, full of desperation and lust. She’s not really vocal in the bedroom but when you do coax out something, it will be stuck in your head for hours

Speaks in her native tongue whenever she’s lost in the moment or on the edge of an orgasm, making it even more alluring and intimate for the both of you

Kate Laswell

BDSM Mommy. That’s all I can say, welcome to my ted talk

She loves everything to do with power play-the control of your body, making up rules and rewards, leather and collars, and her favorite, being called Mommy

She is a switch but barely ever a submissive, that’s only when she’s too stressed and exhausted to be in control

Hands! Hands! She’s so good with her hands, you will lose count on how many orgasms those pretty hands of her’s had pulled from you before she can even get her mouth on you

Pet play, roleplaying cops, and secretary with her is always a common thing. She always makes sure that she’s in charge and you’re the one that’s on your knees for her, just like a good pet does

Doesn’t really moan, more like grunts. They’re more airy than anything

Tons of toys. They have their own chest in the back of her home office since no one is allowed in there, preventing family like children coming across it if they’re over

Valeria Garza

Another Mommy Dom

Valeria is a complete dom, no chance she’s submitting to you no matter how much you may beg. She’s in charge, end of story

Impact play to the max! She loves smacking you around on your cheeks, chest, and ass. Something about the way your skin ripples and turns color makes her heart race

In between a hardcore and softcore dom- surprise surprise. She likes being rough and pulling your hair, pushing your face into puddle of your own mess on the floor to make you lick it up, and choking you a little

But she also loves tracing along your curves while she whispers sweetly in her native tongue, kissing you gentle as you sit in her lap, and tell you how pretty you are every morning

She adores you and protects you, so there’s many rules for you to follow to make sure her little precious knows her place

Makes you go around in a skirt without panties, she likes to admire what’s her’s and that pussy is her’s for sure

Moans in the most sexiest way possible, low and honey-like. Speaks in spanish while her voice so low and soft, it’s almost a whisper

Izzy

A brat in every way. She will demand and give attitude if not given what she wants-you spoiled her too much so now you have to put her over your knee to make her listen

Speaking of knee, it’s where she spends a lot of time. Bent over your knee with two of your fingers sunk into her cunt and making her cry out apologies

But don’t let those crocodile tears sway you, she WILL do it again. She’s only sorry because you won’t let her cum unless she says those pretty words

Loves toys in all shapes and sizes, she’s proud of her collection and loves it even more when you pick out a toy for her punishments

Make her eat you up, she will be so eager and forget to wait for your permission to start and bury her face between your legs. She will not care if she cannot breathe, she will go for hours 

Hates loves when you make her wear a chastity belt. She’s been in them more times than she counts and still claims to hate them despite how eager she gets whenever you mention it

A screamer, she’s loud and passionate in the bedroom. Muttering in Japanese and sobbing her heart out from how good it feels

Rozlin “Roze” Helms

A switch, she is a jack of all trades and likes to apply it to the bedroom too. She’s more than happy to dominate you or submit to you-your choice

Has some toys but likes scissoring more. Feeling your pussy grind against her makes her go crazy and lose all sense, moving her hips to the beat of her heart while she holds onto your thigh

Private about her sex life, no one will ever hear about it and keeps you to herself. She knows how the others are and refuses to let anyone put their hands on you

Loves role playing. Her favorite is teacher x parent, she loves when act like a “concern parent” that’s trying to convince her to raise the “chid’s” grades, only to have you bent over her desk and fingering you

Moans in a seductive and elegant manner, full of lust and need that has your heart racing

Morning sex is a must with her! She always wakes up with the need to taste you and will doesn’t care how pathetic it might make her look, she will beg if she has to

Her favorite toy is an ejaculating dildo, she loves how the fake cum looks dripping from her’s or your holes

Salvatrice “Stiletto” Muesli

Loves anal. She will spend hours thrusting a dildo in and out of your ass while rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit while muttering how pretty you are

Dirty talking in her native tongue 24/7 whether or not you can understand her. All you know, you’re dripping with need after the last four sentences you utters

Dominate, she doesn’t like submitting to anyone and that applies to you too. She makes up her own rules and would like it if you allow her to do it with you

A soft dom, I cannot see her being rough with you despite how she may act at times, you’re too precious for her to be aggressive with

Will finger you in public if you ask her to

A moaner too but it will gradually turn into whimpers the longer she moans, it’s slightly raspy and short

Doesn’t care for titles in the bedroom but won’t turn down any if you ask nicely

Calisto Allard

Submissive but doesn’t act like it. She doesn’t exactly do anything that makes anyone think of her as one but you know better

She likes giving up control for you, spreading her thighs and allowing you to do whatever you want to her

Loves vibrators more than dildos as she likes to take her time when it comes to sex, coaxing out every bit of noise and emotion before finishing in an explosive manner

A squirter, make sure to have a few towels and some water on standby

Not really vocal but when close to cumming, you will hear some whines before she cums

Doesn’t have many kinks but she does like biting and marking so expect some bite marks and hickeys

Has a sex playlist ready whenever she’s in the mood so you will always know when she’s in the mood 

Kleopatros “Kleo” Gavras

Another anal lover, she loves having your strap buried deep into her ass while she’s rubbing her clit if you allow her to

A power bottom, she will fight you every chance she gets as she likes to see if you’d ever let her win. Spoiler alert: you don’t

Big on being spanked! She loves how it hurts and the pretty marks that you leave behind on her ass, marking her as yours

She’s freaky, she has a list of kinks and isn’t ashamed about it! Spank her, pull her hair, bite her, choke her, spit in her mouth! You name it, she will let you do it to her

Likes having a punishment and rewarding system, gives her an excuse to act out or behave. She will do anything if it means she gets something out of it

She loves Facetime sex! Calls you often whenever she’s aware just to have her pretty pussy on display, her two middle fingers rubbing her clit while she smirks, knowing she’s in big trouble when she returns

Once had ate you out when you were in the middle of a phone call, smirking up at you as her tongue dipped into your dripping hole

Nila “Nova” Brown

She’s a shy submissive. Always blushing and shyly asking you to press kisses to her pussy, unable to look you in the eyes as she does

Was a little insecure of her pussy in the beginning as her vitiligo covered her pussy in a pale shade, making her feel as if it wasn’t appealing to you but you made sure to spend hours between her legs to make her proud of her cunt

Tries to be mischievous and bratty but easily caves in whenever you raise a brow at her and make her look into your eyes, causing her to immediately melt

Loves mirror sex! Something about watching herself all shyly as you take her from behind, whispering praises into her ear has her even more in love

Has a major praise kink! She tried out degradation before, but she learned quickly how terrible it felt to her as she wants nothing but to make you proud of her

Loves to wear matching lingerie with you, having you both in the pretty lace sets and taking turns peeling them off slowly

A vanilla type, she has tried out more kinky things but didn’t enjoy it which you don’t mind. She’s gorgeous whenever she’s blissfully fucked out of her mind by you