#He can basically only do that in short bursts when he's feeling a lot of Something - positive or negative

[sysig]

Shut up, you entitled waste of space (Patreon)

[winstonsns]

this is gonna sound Rlly funny/ridiculous, but... Gang w reader from 2024??? Somehow????? LMAO. i jus thought itd b funny. LOLOL

the gang with 2024!reader (request)

authors note: sorry i’m doing requests late! i have many requests and i’ve been busy. also i have 100 followers!! this post is gonna have a lot of brainrot words so sorry about that LMAO. sorry this post is really short again!! i hope you enjoy!! 💗

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cussing, brainrot slang, alcohol, slightly suggestive but as a joke

PONYBOY CURTIS

you and ponyboy were in his room, reading stupidly romantic books as a joke

the two of you were close to tears due to laughing, both of your stomachs hurting because the book was so cringey

“oh my god! this reminds me of this one tiktok, so this girl was like ‘i think i made the new booktok anthem—‘ wait i told you about booktok, right?” you paused after talking

“yes, yes, very weird. continue on!” your boyfriend said, smiling widely at you

“so basically, the girl was singing, ‘i’m looking for a new book boyfriend. billionaire. six five, brown eyes.’ and would go on and on with the song!! literally everyone made fun of her and she responded to a hate comment, but then a comment on that video was like ‘we love an unbothered queen!!’” laughing at the end of what you said, ponyboy hunching over, dropping the book and wheezing

since he’s a teenage boy, he picked up on your vocabulary very quickly, using words like ‘sigma’ ‘grimace shake’ ‘gyatt’ (but only to you) ‘rizz’ etc

once he was saying those words too much and his brother, darry, got annoyed and said, “pony… just, stop saying those words. please, i’m getting a headache.”

your boyfriend responded with, “you’re such a beta, can’t handle a sigma rizzler like me.” a proud look on his face, darry sighing and walking to a different room

ponyboy thinks you’re the funniest person ever and even started using your vocab when talking to others or about something, and people would stare at him weirdly because they didn’t know what he was talking about, or what the words meant

JOHNNY CADE

you and johnny were outside, staring at the sunset together as a date

he was in your arms, feeling protected by you, you ran your fingers through his hair while the two of you were softly talking to each other

“i love you like how baby gronk loves livvy dunne…” you said with a smile on your face, knowing he’d think it’s funny and would laugh

he let out a loud chuckle, continuing to giggle multiple seconds after

then johnny sat up next to you, saying, “look over there!!” so you gasped, looking to where he was pointing

he lightly grabbed your jaw and moved it towards his direction, giggling when the two of you were making weird faces once you saw each other

you would always tell him that from your time, people would joke and do that gesture all the time but never in a serious way

he really loved the little diy gifts you would make him, telling him you would watch tiktok’s about cute cards to give your partner or friend

along with the pink bows you would put in your hair, sometimes asking him to tie them into your hair, telling him that coquette became back in style in your time

although others would stare at you on the street because they weren’t used to your style, you could care less

he knew you were so unique and perfect, so he would try to show you as much affection as he could to make you stay

SODAPOP CURTIS

“no one can rizz me up as well as you can, sodagyatt…” talking to your boyfriend in a joking tone

“ooh… yes, pookie… talk to me like that… maybe i’ll get you a grimace shake…” he replied, smirking and leaning in for a kiss

you giggled and lightly grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss, his hands on your waist

after the two of you pulled away, you looked into each others eyes before bursting out laughing, falling onto soda and curling up into a ball, your stomach hurting

he picked up on your words very quickly, specifically using the word ‘rizz’ a lot after you told him he had a lot

he began to call his brother, ponyboy, ‘ponygyatt’ because he thought it was funny

whenever one of his brothers did something embarrassing, he would tell them “your aura is decreasing. minus seven hundred points, darry.”

but he absolutely loved your sense of style, the way you would dress because it was from your time, but from his time, everyone wore denim and flannels

DARRY CURTIS

darry, your boyfriend, was baking a chocolate cake for you and his brothers

he was measuring the flour and cocoa powder, pouring them into the bowl

his back was facing you, your jaw dropped and eyes widened, you had a wonderful idea, and went through with it

“GYATTTTTT” you yelled, and spanked your boyfriend hard, on the ass

he yelped and you ran to the other room, him chasing after you, he caught up to you and grabbed you, spanking you too while you laughed

the two of you were out of breath, so you went back to talking like nothing happened, and darry wondered ‘how does she always manage to act like nothing happened..’ but in a funny way

so both of you waked back to the kitchen, going back to work on the chocolate cake dry ingredients

he never really picked up on the slang you used, him being an adult so he never cared much to use those words

plus he had a reputation to keep up, so he didn’t want to use those words but thought when you used them, they were funny

but you made his brothers laugh, and he really appreciated that

when you would help ponyboy with his homework if darry didn’t have the time, if you were confused, you would say something like “what the sigma is this bro!?”

DALLAS WINSTON

you were at your house, making roses made of pages of a book for dally, your boyfriend

then you heard a loud ring, it was your phone, you wondered, ‘who would be calling at this hour? it’s like… 2am, man..”

so you lay on your bed, kicking your feet while you thought about dally, picked up your phone and asked, “y/n l/n, what do you need?”

“mmm… hey baby, uh, i’m at the station right now. do you think you could pick me up? i’m sorry if i woke you up…” your boyfriend said

you gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, kicking your feet and nearly screaming at the thought of seeing your boyfriend, even though the two of you saw each other four hours ago

“say on skibidi to prove that you’re in the station right now.” you teased, wanting him to be embarrassed

you heard a sigh from the other end of the line, dally muttered a “on skibidi..” you giggled, saying you’d pick him up

“love you dal!! i’ll be there in a few minutes, i promise.” you continued, and he responded with a “love you too, doll. look forward to seeing you.” you hung up

he loved how you would ask people weird or rude things, but they wouldn’t understand, once you asked someone “why do you act like a fucking millennial?” and dally had to pull you away, laughing quietly because you told him what a millennial was

or when you quietly said to him, “why is that guy built like a discord mod…?” except you didn’t tell him what that was, so he had a confused look on his face and asked, “what…?”

you’d ask him if you were his skibidi alpha pookie bear, he would sigh but nod his head, repeating what you just said

he thinks you’re really fucking funny though especially if you have brainrot humor, no one besides him understands you and he loves that

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you and your boyfriend, keith, were at a store when you saw a couple making out

the girl looked young, too young, and the guy looked in his mid 30s, but they were acting very touchy and sexual

“erm, what the sigma..” you said in a certain voice, two-bit looking at you, shaking his head and sighing, trying to keep a straight face

then he couldn’t hold is any longer he chuckled and looked at where you were looking

he mumbled a “what the fuck…” squinting his eyes, blinking multiple times to see if he was seeing what he thought he was

what looked like a young girl full on making out with a guy who looked like he was in his mid 30s, you and your boyfriend looked at each other, eyes wide

then the two of you bursted out laughing, you unintentionally but loudly said, “bro is NOT a certified lover boy, certified—“ but two-bit covered your mouth, seeing the couple pass by you

once they passed and got to a certain distance, the two of you giggled to the point of your stomach hurting

when you started saying some slang from the 2000s, he picked up on it and started saying it too

when he started saying that type of slang around the gang, they had no idea what he meant and thought he was crazy

he even changed the lyrics to an elvis song into a ‘brainrot remix’ according to him

whenever he wanted to annoy someone because they wouldn’t know what he was doing or talking about, he would do a ‘shh’ motion, a finger up to his lips, then moving his finger to his jaw, tracing his jawline to his chin, which you taught him and called it mewing

he also did it when he wanted someone to be quiet, they would be confused so they would shut up

but when he picked up a bottle of alcohol, jokingly twitching and shaking, trying to act like he was tweaking, you said, “boy, it’s just alkahal!!” and he nearly dropped the bottle, chuckling loudly

STEVE RANDLE

“shh… i’m about to mew…” putting your pointer finger to your lips, moving it to your jaw, tracing down your jawline to your chin, doing the motion again but on the opposite side of your jaw

“the fuck are you talkin’ about?” a slight sense of concern in steve’s voice, people staring at the two of you as you walked down the street

he never really used the slang from your time, he thought it was funny but really stupid, so he never used it because he didn’t want to make people confused

he was a smart person, but of course people wouldn’t expect that because of the way he acted

besides that one time when he was with the gang, two-bit said something stupid, so steve said, “shut up you beta, you have a negative canthal tilt and a negative aura.”

they stared at him weirdly then all began to laugh, not knowing where he got those words from

but he loved your style, you had money but it was hard to find clothes from your time

authors note: i decided to post again because i feel bad for missing the post yesterday. i guess the one i posted at midnight counted for yesterday!! i get out of school super soon so i can post more yayyyy!!!

[smoochhyuka]

Tyun's NSFW alphabet

He is the full package.

-> Yeonjun Soobin Beomgyu Hueningkai

○o。content warning! NSFW obvie, gn!reader, public sex, bondage, orgasm controll, VERY BRIEF mentions of anal (m!receiving), switch!Tyun, unedited

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

Taehyun has a burst of energy! A total chatterbox afterwards, but the very first thing he does is to clean up any bodily fluids that might have spilled at any point during ✨the do✨, since he doesn't like to be sticky. If the sex was (semi)planned, he would have prepared wet wipes to be in close proximity, if it was completely spontaneous (or maybe at an unfamiliar place), he'd try to get a towel or tissue paper. You can just stay put and he cleans you, it's his way for showing you his pure adoration, especially if the sex was on the rough side. Afterwards he will definitely cuddle you very hard and talk your ear off, maybe he'll do some push ups.

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

He loves your face, just your whole face. His favorite way to kiss you is to cup your face with both of his hands, doesn't matter if the kiss is passionate or docile. Your smile is so precious to him, he'll always look out for you and your micro expressions. Obviously he also loves to watch your face contort in pleasure, it's such a turn-on.

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

If he cums, he cums hard. Lots of sperm, slight twitching. It'll take a while to get there (is it weird I hc him to be circumcised?) but it's the sexiest thing to witness. The consistency, taste and opacy wary a lot, since his diet and routines change with his schedule.

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

He has a fantasy where he's blindfolded and tied to a chair, at your total mercy. The dirty part would be were you let him sit there for hours, maybe even turn on the TV for a while and just occasionally increase the vibrations of the vibrator in his ass or stroke his cock a few times. There is NO WAY he would even mention that unless you show interest in such a thing by yourself. It kind of goes against everything he expects from intercourse with you, therefore it is not something he'd need to happen anyways.

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

I think Taehyun mentioned once he never had a partner? Don't quote me on that. But I honestly don't think he has a lot of experience, and the first few times can be a little bit clumsy, depending on your experience as well. But he is a fast learner.

F = Favorite position

Every position that allows him to look at your face. Usually it's missionary (convenience and he loves to spoil you) but he also likes lotus position, doggy style in front of a mirror and especially cowgirl, it's usually reserved for special occasions though.

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

It highly depends on you, he can do either. He tends to be on the more serious side naturally, but if you like to laugh and giggle he is definitely not opposed to it and might even crack a few jokes after a while.

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

He does groom his pubic hair, keeping it clean and short shaven, but he doesn't like to be bare. He feels more masculine with a hair downstairs and wouldn't like it if you asked him to shave.

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

Maybe it's because I am very vanilla and I am projecting but I think Tyuns going to be sweet and take good care of you. :( Again, if the sex is (semi) planned he will not only prepare wet wipes but also light a candle or two and spray his most used perfume on the pillows and blanket. He really likes to get you in the mood by massaging you and playing a sensual playlist he created for fucking you specifically.

J = Jack off

When he's single I don't think he jerks off a whole lot, maybe once a week, since weightlifting often time takes off the edge a young man might feel in the evenings lol. The amount per week does increase with stress though, especially if he is too busy to go to the gym.

Ever since you started to date he stopped complitely, if he's horny he's just going over to meet you. He tends to get a bad case of post nut clarity after jerking off so he keeps it minimal even on tour and usually only does it on facetime with you.

K = Kink

I see a lot of size kink with Tyun but maybe he'll also like a strong s/o? A gym buddy, someone who is at least capable of pushing him down, doesn't need to be a full head lock of course. Speaking of being held down, he is so into handcuffs and restraints, on both ends. It's the level of trust that is shared between you two that does it for him, he is sappy about that. He is giving everything of himself in that moment to you (or vise versa), there is nothing more romantic and intimate as that?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He is definitely not an exhibionist, and prefers a controlled environment, but he still likes to be a little unconventional to spice things up. The balcony, the back of a car, someones bedroom at a party, an empty beach, the park bench during a midnight stroll... They're all valid choices for him. But his favorite place will stay a big king sized bed with lots of pillows.

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

Seeing you dress up for any event really, doesn't matter if someones wedding, a job interview, a night out with your friends or a date with him, he always imagines how he will fuck you in that outfit you are currently wearing.

Domesticity is also a huge turn on, in one moment you do the dishes the next he has you panting for air. Don't fold the laundry in front of him you will have sex on it and you will have to wash them again.

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

Might be projecting but he wouldn't do anything that demeans or humilates either one of you. No spitting or slapping the face, no demeaning insults (Maybe something along the lines of "You are being slutty today." is okay since it implies that you are indeed not a slut, but he wouldn't look at you with a straight face and call you a bitch or a slut.) and not acting like one of you is superior to the other. Sex is intimate and romantic, anything demeaning would take him straight out of the moment and make him feel unsafe and unloved.

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

He does tend to give since he just loves to take good care of you, but he doesn't have a preference in actuality, as long as you both get to cum anything is fine with him.

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

It's obvious from the previous answers but he is definitely a more sensual guy, taking his sweet sweet time. He can definitely be more rough if the mood calls for it though.

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

You'll have a lot of oral sex with Tyun, often times you won't even have penetrative sex especially if it's supposed to be a quickie, since he tends to take a little longer to cum and just likes to be thorough with you, sex is a way to convey his love to you after all. But generally he doesn't mind them, they would just be... medium quick.

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

He doesn't mind taking a little bit of a risk when doing it outside (they're still semi-controlled spaces tho), but in general he likes to play it safe. He wouldn't be able to enjoy it if he needed to think of your safety.

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

Taehyun lasts a while. He can pull it out, cooldown a little bit and then continue on as if he wasn't almost there. He can definitely prolong his orgasm for a good few hours. Even after he already came, if you give him a moment he can get hard again, he might not cum a second time but it's definitely enough to fuck you for a while longer if that's what you wanted. Thanks to that boost of energy he is also still in to pleasure you with his mouth.

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

He doesn't have any and isn't all too adament on using them but he is definitely willing to if you show interest in them, especially if it is something both of you can use.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, especially when massaging you (yes Tyun and massaging is a fantasy of mine, how could you tell). He brushes against your sweet spots, takes a little longer massaging your ass. When you are out partying he will kiss your neck and hands in a way he knows you like, keeping a hand on your thighs everytime you sit down with your friends.

In bed he also likes to not only prolong his own orgasm but also yours, sometimes stopping everytime your crys get louder or your thighs start to shake.

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

Not very loud, more of a heavy breather. Sometimes he will whine, especially if you are in charge. Close to his orgasm he will moan cutely, he can get quite loud if you edged him for a while.

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

It's 2am, my creativity has wourn off. He wears boxer briefs, he has both brands and no name. He gets turned on by clothes and although likes to be fully naked for the sensuality of things, sometimes he prefers you to keep on your underwear.

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

13-15cm, a satisfactory length, neither overwhelming nor underwhelming. Again I kinda hc him to be circumsized? If not, he doesn't have a lot of foreskin. He has a slight curve and his cock tends to sit stiffly upwards against his tummy rather than forward, if that makes sense. It's the same color of his skin only the head is pink. His balls are on the smaller side.

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

Generally not as high, he kind of adapts to you since he gets easily turned on. It's not that he always wants it though, if you want him, he gets excited. He is a simple man.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quickly at all! He can stay up for a while, he might even get up and do some chores around the house the moment you fell asleep. He tends to stay away from doing it when it's too late for that exact reason, it's also not easy for him to get it up if he is already very tired.

[garoujo]

HOW LONG THEY LAST DURING NNN — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, kunigami rensuke, reo mikage, bachira meguru + itoshi sae

♱ warnings — f!reader, how long they last during no nut november, all characters written 18+, teasing, you call sae for some ‘help.’ / note. another one 4 u guys ! i rly got a sudden rush of motivation 4 these <3

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO — NOVEMBER 10TH

honestly nagi wasn’t really too fussed about the challenge, he’d heard a few of the guys talking about it in the changing room after practice and he’d got roped into doing it simply because ‘everyone else was.’ he thought it would be easier than it actually was, not realising just how severe the effect you have on him is — even just seeing the swell of your ass in those tiny shorts or having you pressed up against him while he slept was enough to have his cock throbbing and chasing release.

so nagi’s only idea was to sleep more, wake up to game and try not to let his mind wander to the tight hug of your cunt around him, milking all the cum from him that’s making his balls feel so fucking heavy right now. it’s like a boss fight in a game, he’s convinced himself with every mind-numbing throb — anything to distract him and push him to survive, level-up. although you still had to wake him up to eat, deciding to crawling into bed next to his sleeping figure to jostle him awake with a quick press of your lips against his cheek, it was his favourite way to be woken up, feeling you sweep the the snowy bangs out of his face as you let your fingertips bathe him in featherlight touches that make his nose twitch before he grunts.

nagi’s limbs are still thick with sleep when he wakes up, but his cock isn’t — feeling it throb immediately when his arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer until his chest is flush against your own and he’s breathing deep in the crook of your neck. “seishiro..” you gasp with the first grind of his bulge against your body, letting you feel the heavy weight and the way he’s so uncomfortably hard and straining against his boxers. “ah—no fair.” he whines with the first touch of friction he’s longed so much for. “it’s stupid and a pain anyway.. just wanna feel you, pretty thing.” he continues and you can’t help but meet his eager humps with ones of your own, helping his clumsy palms at your body ease down your panties. “don’t wanna do it anymore, ‘ts only gonna get harder from here so i’ll pass.” cums in his pants before he can even put it in, but fucks you breathless after.

・✶ ｡ﾟ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE — NOVEMBER 21ST

kunigami was a competitive guy so ofcourse he was going to take part of everyone else was, but honestly he thought he would find it a lot easier than he actually does. the first few days are fine, kind of, he still can’t deny how fucking hot he thinks you are — he’s a little more agitated than usual, consistently rock fucking hard whenever he’s around you and really only has the energy to offer you grunts and groans as conversation.

if anything he trains even more, using all those built up hormones to try and take his mind off of it — but seeing him so sweaty only makes you miss him more. it isn’t until the third week that you can really see how much kunigami is struggling, he’s basically avoiding you because hes panting like a dog whenever you’re around, swallowing the carnal instincts he can feel burst along his skin that’s telling him to bend you over and lose himself in the addicting spread of your cunt around his fat cock.

you’re oh so oblivious to these thoughts though, making yourself busy as you clean the kitchen but the moment you choose to bend over to clean the countertop is so poorly timed when kunigami tries to move past you quickly to grab his protein shaker, groaning low and ragged when his hips accidentally brush your own — giving his cock some much needed attention. his hands are immediately on your waist, keeping you pressed and pinned beneath him as his chest cages you against the counter “fuck this, dumb fucking bet.” he grunts with another animalistic rut of his hips, clothed cock grinding against your cunt as he breathes deep and almost rips your sweats off—followed by his own. “as if i’d give up this fuckin’ pussy.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ REO MIKAGE — NOVEMBER 23RD

another one who ended up getting roped into one of the team bets, but honestly reo did a lot better than you expected him to do. it was only evident he was struggling when it got around three weeks in and his balls felt so fucking heavy, every little thing you did was like the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and he couldn’t help but chase every little touch from you, every little piece of friction that felt like electricity in his system — shooting straight through to his cock.

but you honestly began to think he might do it, until he came home after a particularly long day followed by a visit to his parent house. you can tell that reo’s tense immediately when he walks through the door, his eyes heavy and drowsy despite the way they still trail along your figure — only stopping when he sees the way you approach him draped in his shirt. “you okay? how was it?” you ask earnestly, resting your palms against his cheeks before you’re leaning in to press a quick kiss against his lips.

but reo has other plans when he can basically feel the heat of your body through his clothes, the chaste brush of your lips against his feels like fucking heaven and it’s almost unnaturally fast the way hes slamming his lips against yours again. “fuck, need you. now.” he grunts as his mouth moves messily with yours, making you gasp before he’s taking the opportunity to push his tongue between your lips — grazing it along your own as he swallows up the pretty sounds he’s been dying to hear for weeks now. “let me have you right here, fuck.. can’t wait any longer.”

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU — NOVEMBER 2ND

bachira doesn’t even make it through the second day before he’s failing, he’d really only agreed to it because he thought it would be fun — didn’t actually realise that he wouldn’t be able to touch you until he got home and seen you looking so pretty for him. he doesn’t even try, immediately sees you standing in his practice shirt, putting away the groceries and he’s immediately up against you.

“you’re gonna make me lose, baby. mhm, how am i supposed to resist you when you’re so cute.. no fair~” you try to spare bachira the humiliation honestly, doing your best to stay away from him around the house but he’s like a heat seeking missile driven purely by the throb in his cock. he’s palming at your ass and tits at every chance he gets, trying to pull you up against him just so he can feel you. “just lemme rub up on you a lil, kay? wont even cum.. just gotta feel it.”

the one time you finally give in is when he’s wrapped himself around you in the living room, nibbling playfully at your jawline as his hard cock strains against his shorts after practice. bachira’s rutting you into the couch beneath you like a wild fucking animal, breathing hard between breathless laughs as he sends you a look that’s a little wild, a little needy despite the way his lips curl into a smirk with the next languid roll of his hips “just keep this our lil secret, m’kay?” letting the head of his clothed cock catch under the hood of your clit through your panties so he can watch you twitch and gasp beneath him. “you’ve been teasing me, baby. how my s’posed to win when you’re cheating, hmm? been too long without your pussy.. need it so bad, mhm.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITOSHI SAE — NOVEMBER 28TH

sae was so close to making it the whole month, he was disciplined as always and would just spend extra time at practice, focuses on the ball rather than the weight in his. but you were so fucking pretty and he knew the effect you could have on him so easily, you weren’t someone who would just let him have this and you were specifically trying to rile him up recently, pushing at his buttons just to see how far he’d go.

even when you went to sleep, he’d deliberately resist cuddling up into you — just because he knows he wouldn’t be able to resist the swell of your ass being pressed so tight against him, even the thought makes him fucking throb. but he was lucky enough to be overseas for a few days with the team for a game nearing the end of november, or he thought that was lucky atleast.

“sae.. i miss you.” you gasp, something pretty through the speaker of your phone and the sound makes him press his own closer — cock twitching in his sweats as he sinks into the hotel bed beneath him. “what’re you doing, sweetheart?” sae’s voice is carefully neutral but he has to swallow a groan when he hears the first lewd squelch sound through his phone, listening to you sink your fingers into your cunt as you try to reach the spots he could so easily. “i can’t cum.. need your help, please!” you gasp and he hums like he’s not quite convinced despite the way he’s already pulling at his waistband, taking a slow handful of his cock with his next ragged exhale. “hm, and after you’ve been so well behaved.. i’ll need to deal with you when i’m home.” he grunts followed by a rough stroke of his fist along his cock that makes his toes curl. “but for now, sweetheart.. let me hear more of those pretty sounds.”

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[nocturnalpl4gue]

idk if you still open request but if you do multiple characters can you do sfw relationship headcanons with either marcoh or levi (fear and hunger termina)

of course!! hope Marcoh is alright >.< i’ve been wanting to write about him for a while now.

Content: pure fluff and a little bit of Angst!! Spoiler free

࿔ 𝕸arcoh 𝕳eadcanons

🥊 When he first saw you on the train you really caught his eye, making him fidget with his hands and look to the floor, occasionally to his rough fingers making circles on his palm.

🥊 He just started down thinking of what to tell you without looking threatening; after all that’s all he’s ever known for.

🥊 Once the festival of termina started and everyone was outside the train exploring their surroundings he stayed leaning on the train engine observing our moves, how you approached other contestants, how you looked at the flora and the buildings on the horizon with your mouth in agape.

🥊 In the end it was you who ended up establishing a conversation with Marcoh which caught him completely off guard. You didn’t notice at the time but he flinched at your voice completely unguarded.

🥊 He’s a man of little words but on that first chat he was completely silent. Not because of anything but because he was just infatuated by your rambling, your opinions and out this whole situation and of course the timbre of your voice.

🥊 As you all progressed through Prehevil you decided to join his party for protection and because it’s always nice to have a familiar face with you in a tough situation. He was really grateful for that and could feel his insides doing twists and turns.

🥊 He became your personal bodyguard basically, making sure you didn’t get hurt and that you came out safe and well from fights.

🥊 At some point he started to embrace you with one arm after another stressful encounter, saying things in the lines of “i’m glad you’re alright” or “thank you for being with me”, all while pulling you closer to his chest.

🥊 Everything was going so fast, only three days to get everything sorted and manage to find a way out of this hellhole, so it is no surprise his feelings for you bloomed in such a short time, with just your presence bringing him a sensation of safety and at the end of the day, home.

🥊 It was on the evening of the second day when he said, all while apologising anxiously that he has caught feelings for you and that he wanted to get out of this place together, that maybe you could meet his sister and all of you be happily ever after.

🥊 If you said you feel the same and pursue a romantic relationship with him he’d be thrilled, pulling you into a bear-like hug while whispering sweet words and ensuring that he’ll protect you with everything he has.

🥊 If you said you don’t see him romantically but rather in a platonic sense he’d be a little embarrassed but accept your feelings nonetheless, still promising to stay as friends for the time you two have ahead.

Romantic

🥊 He likes to kiss your forehead a lot, that and your cheeks and shoulder blades. He’s a little shy around kisses on the lips but enjoys them tons, specially when they come from you.

🥊 If you’re taller than him he’d hold you by the waist ever so gently holding you close, and if you’re shorter he’d embrace you by the shoulders and rest his head on them.

🥊 His hands are really big and roughed up from all the fighting but whenever you hold hands with him it feels so warm and nice as he intertwines your fingers with his.

🥊 No matter how much you weight or how tall you are he will lift you up in the air, specially when really happy. Once the thrill goes down he gets really embarrassed about that burst of energy but of course you find it really cute.

🥊 His kisses are very reserved and inexperienced. On all the years he’s had any situation with anyone kisses weren’t really present, so this is kind of new to him. He likes to hold the sides of your face and kiss you really softly, almost like a ghost touch until you encourage him to go for it, where he shows just how touchstarved he is.

🥊 He loves to lay on your lap while you play with his curls and even can fall asleep like that. It makes him forget the whole shenanigans you two are stuck in.

🥊 Once you two manage to survive the horrors he would shed a tear of two, thinking of the ones that were lost but also thinking about how you’re there with him, alive. How he finally sees a future for himself aside from violence and replaced with unconditional love.

Platonic

🥊 Prehevil can get really cold, so whenever he sees you shivering he’s more than willing to give you his jacket. Cold has never really affected him and he’s used from when the streets where his home. Seeing you warmer and cozy makes him more satisfied than keeping it for himself.

🥊 He’d teach you the basics of self defence and boxing just in case you’re ever alone and need protection and practice with you a little holding back of course. If you already know a thing or two about fighting he’d be delighted and ask for some sparring.

🥊 In the night you two have a moment alone where you reminisce about each other’s lives, about the struggles and achievements you have gone through. Deep conversations where you can feel your closeness increasing and every little thing about Marcoh making more sense.

🥊 He tends to lose control of his emotions whenever he’s really happy so sometimes after a stressful situation turning out successful will make him rush to you and hug you incredibly tight.

[lifenconcepts]

Barnacles headcanons! (There’s a lot)

Is likely a dawn/dusk person, and while everyone are still unsure wether they’re conscious and are tucked away in the rooms he probably enjoys to go out and enjoy to first and last rays of sunshine, takes in the peace and calm of the pod as he does one final patrol, and with a smile on his face begins or ends the day.

Likely needs glasses but doesn’t admit it over a fear for being seen as less of a person over that and as if he isn’t worth of being a leader, and so he never wears them unless he’s 100% sure he’s alone. Also likely worries if his octowatch breaks due to using it as an aid in case his vision fails him.

Strength > stamina. Pure brute force and sprint more preferable to constant force or jogs, and likely has more endurance in short bursts of energy vs using it on a spread out course.

Probably gives physical affirmation to his crew through shoulder or head pats. 

Has a list of phrases to say for each member of the crew to make them feel the most loved, had figured out what makes the best effect and jotted them down secretly.

Likely has some Siberian/Russian blood in him somewhere and so (if humanised..) his features resemble Slavic/Baltic faces somewhat.

Forgets basic bodily necessities to the point of being a danger to himself at times, being able to stay focused on more important things at hand and ignore any signals that his body is hurt or deteriorating until he practically collapses.

Is a picky eater.

Loves to do that breathing thing in the cold and watch a cloud of icy air escape his mouth.

Secretly loves cold ‘hot’ cocoa and tends to leave it around to cool down before drinking it.

Forgetful when it comes to keeping track of past memories and likely keeps a journal full or whatever information he finds important (stuff he must do, the adventures they went on, new information he studied, resources they gathered, moments he had with the crew, and the sorts).

When tired tends to elongate his M-s and N-s far more than average goobers.

Has accidentally purred before.

Receives gifts from the crew from time to time and treats it like the most important piece of equipment the world has ever seen.

Occasionally gets nightmares/night terrors.

Tends to read any brochure or information booklet he receives, often focusing his attention on things that hold practically no real purpose other than to fill space.

Tends to do things ‘by the book’ but has an open mind and insists that others find their way of doing things that works for them, encouraging them to try out new tactics and trust their gut.

Very skiddish when it comes to intimacy.

Touch starved but doesn’t mind that, dislikes anything more than a quick hug or pat on the shoulder, any longer and he becomes rather uncomfortable.

Whenever he gets hiccups he genuinely gets embarrassed enough to hide from the crew.

Quite private about his past experiences but very open about his feelings, being able to engage in a heart to heart conversation with those he trusts.

Despite facing conflicts head-on, he usually avoids actual conflict by escaping a situation - if feeling threatened, would rather leave the room than do anything. But does stand up for himself when necessary but usually prioritises others before him. If others aren’t in immediate or potential danger, he would usually just exit the room to not have anyone get riled up. 

Has many books he thought he’d be interested in but never gets past the first few pages and has to re-read them over and over since he takes such long breaks that he forgets all that he previously read.

Likes to stick his tongue out when it snows and eat the snowflakes.

Whenever he feels a bit lonely he listens to The Smiths (usually only when alone).

Has a bunch of different cds and a cd player despite having full access to modern technology that can cram it all into one tiny gadget. Tweak has tried to get him to change what he used, especially for some of his musical records being quite damaged, but he refuses as it gives him a sense of comfort and a strange sense of satisfaction - even when the music is all rumbly.

Sometimes worries that the windows to then octopod or gups may collapse under pressure of the water and gets increasingly tense when near one as the water is unsettled.

Loves to cuddle up in a thick warm blanket until he overheats and has to kick it off, then ends up pulling it back again for that comforting feeling until he’s too warm again and is stuck in limbo of either being pleasantly cold but no blanket or cozy soft blanket but too hot.

Occasionally blows air onto his paws just to see the fur move, as it gives an oddly calming effect on him.

Has helped build a few things around the octopod and always leaves a little touch of his own, wether it be putting a paw print on his finished product or indenting a little design with his claws.

Doesn’t like to scold his crew but sometimes has to so they understand what lesson he’s trying to teach, despite that, tends to try find the softer way to get a thought across and express what he needs of the team.

Sometimes growls to stim, but tends to only do it when alone as to not scare anyone.

Likes the texture of jello!

Is incredibly supportive to whatever his beloved friends and teammates identify as, and abides by their preferred pronouns and name.

Rarely asks for help, if at all, and has learn the hard way how to get out of some incredibly inconvenient and dangerous situations you would probably never even be in if it weren’t for overconfidence and desire to protect the beloved crew.

Is wildly unsure of how to react in romantic situations and often gets uncomfortable enough to announce his leaving and absolutely skiddadle out the scenes.

Loved animated movies as a child but grew up to enjoy drama and historical films.

Takes his dental hygiene very seriously.

Occasionally joins the crew to make silly little paper crafts and sometimes makes collages out of different colours to create landscapes he saw.

P.S I won’t be making any age/sexuality/show related headcanons but rather stuff that fits their personality. ALSO THEY ALL HAVE AUTISM. ALSO THEY ALL HUM TUNES.

Source? I said so. I am litterally going off nothing from the show apart from the vibe :3

[ang3l-fac33]

OMG, OMG, THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR SOME REASON, BUT Can you please do a Mordecai headcannon or one-shot (whatever you prefer) with a very hyper girl who has random bursts of energy! (basically vox when he was watching Alastor getting whooped lol) Also she is part of Marigold! If you cant finish the request, thats alright!

of course i can! <: thank you for being my first ever request! <3 i hope i don’t disappoint!! i decided to do both platonic and romantic versions of this!

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mordecai heller x hyper! fem reader.

genre: fluff :3

warnings: not proofread (again)

platonic:

-when you had first joined marigold mordecai’s thoughts of you.. weren’t the nicest. he thought you were loud and obnoxious, and overall found you more of a bother than anything else.

-no matter how much he tried to avoid you though, you always seemed to find him. it was like you gained some sort of attachment to him.

-he’s trying to relax? you’re there with him of course. he’s trying to read? of course you’re there. there’s no escaping you and your energetic personality.

-you practically talk his ear off! and sometimes when you get too passionate about whatever your going on about you suddenly just.. jump around with excited noises.

-you also get really grabby whenever you’re too excited. nothing sexual or romantic, just something you seem to do whenever you have pent up energy.

-wether that be from squeezing his arm or tugging him along to wherever you wanted him to go. it was rather.. irritating to say the least.

-but after a while he seems to get used to this behavior, accepting that this is what he woule have to deal with on a daily basis.

-his dislike for your loud and burst of energy/hyper personality became more of a… tolerance. he no longer scowls when he sees you and his fur no longer prickles when your voice gets a little too loud.

-but just because he tolerates you now doesn’t mean you’re safe from his snarky remarks or his somewhat short temper. but that’s fine since you never really seemed to be put off by his closed off personality anyway.

-he’s blunt with you, telling you to shut up if annoyed. does it work? only for about five minutes and then you’re back to talking his ear off.

-on very rare occasions if you’re going into one of your big burst of energies he’ll let you hug him. but only if he’s in a good enough mood, which isn’t that often. he never was a fan of hugs, but he’ll make an exception for you.

-..and despite your hyper moods you’re chatting and overal bouncy attitude sometimes help with taking stress off missions. that is when you’re not required to be quiet. otherwise he’ll tell you to pipe down.

-and having a lot of energy means getting a lot of work done, even if it means you sometimes get distracted.

-overall you’re really not as bad as he first made you out to be, even if sometimes you get on his nerves. you could say you somewhat keep him sane, as ironic as that sounds.

-he could get used to this.

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romantic:

-so the romantic version basically starts out the same as the platonic one. he finds you annoying and weird, tries to avoid you but to no avail, etc.

-but when he starts to get used to you (and eventually get into a relationship) he tolerates you a lot more.

-sometimes when you’re going through you’re usually bursts of energy you’ll hug him tight and kiss all over his face. and the weird thing is? he lets you. because for some reason despite his complete opposite personality he’s grown to like you.

-the savoy twins like to tease him about it any chance they get. it annoys him but you’re always there to make him feel better.

-sometimes if he’s having a hard day he’ll let you talk to him about anything while he just lays there, listening to the sound of your voice.

-on particularly hard days he likes to cuddle with you ans maybe read, still letting you talk about your day or what’s on your mind.

-and sometimes you go through these things called ‘cute aggressions’ as you like to call them. it’s basically where you just grab his face and lightly squish his cheeks, beaming and kissing all over his face. he doesn’t understand it but it somehow makes him flustered.

-again you are still not safe from his snarky remarks, but there’s a lot less bite to them now. he’ll often say it with some sort of fondness. whenever you two are alone at least.

-he’ll often find himself staring at you as you ramble on, finding himself a little mesmerized by your beauty. if you catch him you’ll flash him a smile, making him look away with a blush and a grumble.

-overall you’ve become something he can’t live without, even if he doesn’t show it. he relies on you to make his bad days better and he’s come to appreciate the way you’re always sticking around him.

-how could he fall for someone like you? he’ll never know.

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(A/N: ahhh!! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it! i was so excited to get this started that it might be a bit rushed but i tried my best!! again thank you for being my first requester!! <3)

[deusvervewrites]

Saiyan AU: You know, I keep forgetting that Hagakure can fly.

So, we have a (mostly) invisible flying girl that can hit you both up close with her strength and far away with ki. She really could have been the #1 assassin.

Also do any of our ki users have their own unique move like Inko’s Emerald Lance?

For context, I got this ask and realized that I hadn't yet answered the previous one (about the Kikoho). I'll call Hagakure's version the Solar Tri-Beam/Solar Kikoho.

Izuku has a variation of his mother's Emerald Lance, Emerald Blade. It uses the same basic idea of condensing Ki but he shapes it into a sword for a devastating short-range attack

Asui could probably invent something but Piccolo invented the Special Beam Cannon in Dragon Ball because of Goku and she wouldn't have Kami's moves, so I don't know what.

Mongoose learned from Asui, but I don't think she's ready to invent moves before UA.

Shoda I don't see as having many unique moves--that's not something we see from most of Freeza's forces.

All Might was taught by Icho, since he's one of the few humans who can keep up with her even without Ki. However, he generally only uses it for physical enhancements or to better direct air pressure.

Star And Stripe does a lot of the same stuff that All Might does but because New Order is so versatile, she also branches out more into actual ki blasts. Many of her moves are designed to work with a brawler style, such as ki bursts that launch when she punches someone.

Miruko had a special move suggested for her

Edgeshot I feel wouldn't really use much in the way of ki blasts. Not subtle enough for his work.

Toga wouldn't have any moves of her own; she'd be using the Crane School moves.

Rappa wouldn't want anything ranged; it's all physical enhancement

[utilitycaster]

Jumping off the Bell’s Hells vs. Mighty Nein question…what does Bell’s Hells need most right now? What can Sam bring to the table that would make BH as complete as MN? Is it just “a life cleric” for maximum healing, or do you think there’s something better out there?

Hi anon,

You would need a drastic reworking of the entire party. One person swapping out can't fix it.

I'm going to stick to combat and not more general stuff [high INT doesn't matter much in combat unless that's your casting stat but GOD it's not optional in a longform campaign] but in short:

You're fucked by having two (mostly) sorcerers in a party. It's one of the least versatile classes by far; all the glass cannon of a wizard with a fraction of the utility. As my url indicates I am nearly always a caster main but also very much NOT a casters as blasters person and sorcerers are basically designed to be this (except divine soul love u dariax).

melee line is strong so that's pretty good, though Ashton's stuff is unpredictable by design and as a result they're a touch behind Yasha, and the fact that Chetney runs the risk of attacking the party in wolf mode is something of a liability that the Nein did not have.

None of the melee tank line has quite the range the Nein melee line had at the end: Yasha could fly; Beau was a monk; Fjord had a trillion short range teleport options and could also if necessary fly. Ashton, Chetney, and Orym have comparatively limited options and Ashton's can't be relied on. I love Ashton's subclass but whenever you can't control the situation you cede something in combat to someone who does. I do actually own a copy of The Art of War for non-douchebag reasons and I'm pretty sure it says that.

Really, hexadin is literally one of the most bonkers good verging on broken combos and if you don't have one you are probably at a disadvantage over a party that does.

For all I am a Rogue Hater Of Some Renown, they are very good in combat scenarios when on a party with a strong melee tank line. Burst damage is overrated but man it is kind of great when, simply because your melee fighters are doing what they do best, the rogue can eliminate a handful of d6s worth of enemy HP for free.

Fearne would need to be played very differently. This isn't a judgment of how Ashley plays her - I love her choices and feel they're in character. However, to compete with the Mighty Nein she would need to be played rather more like Jester, with a more even split of offensive and healing. She can do this, and sometimes does, but that's not her usual style.

The Nein had two main healers plus a hexadin plus Yasha had a little; Bells Hells has only one person with any healing at the moment.

The Nein had two people who could cast Counterspell. Laudna has no one to counter Caleb when he counterspells her counterspell.

This is very subjective, but also, I think the Mighty Nein really played to a lot of the cast's strengths mechanically, and Bells Hells are an expansion of their comfort zones, which is a good thing but it also means they play the Nein more optimally.

Anyway I think full cleric (most subclasses will do) is probably the wisest bet for Sam and if he can throw in a high INT score (knowledge cleric? wizard dip? Just a smart guy?) that wouldn't hurt, but yeah the Nein are still winning this one unless you replace like half the party.

[okkalo]

Can I request some headcanons? Heartwarming moments + bllk boys (nagi, sae, chigiri, and yukimiya) if that’s okay? Thank you!

hi anon :) i got kinda confused with heartwarming moments (i overthink everything.) so i hope i did this right isjjd anyways i hope u enjoy and thank u for the request 🫶

characters: nagi, sae, chigiri, yukimiya (THANK U FOR REQUESTING HIM BTW IVE BEEN DRY ON HIM LATELY)

warnings: chigiri’s reader has a big family, yukimiya has a suggested fem reader, nagi and yukimiya are both aged up

nagi

- lol once in a lifetime experience fr

- nagi loves you so so much but dating nagi is basically a routine

- a routine that involves a lot of cuddles

- so you don’t really have a chance to experience more

- especially since nagi isn’t someone who expresses how head-over-heels he is for you

- so it’s fair to say you were surprised when reo sent you a video of drunk nagi boasting about how good of a spouse you were with the vocabulary of a 1st grader

- it surprised you even more once he suddenly got upset in the middle of his sentence and started pouting, saying he missed you all of a sudden

- you could only giggle at nagi’s vulnerable yet cute state, reading the text from reo that stated they were on their way to drop nagi off

- once you heard the doorbell ring you quickly answer, opening the door to see your pouty nagi slumped over reo’s back

- once nagi looked up to see you, however, he hurriedly and messily got off of his friend’s back to stumble towards you

- expecting a hug? yeah, no he doesn’t do that. at least not yet

- instead he stops directly in front of you just to mumble a “hi.” to add to it, the way he spoke sounded as if you had taken his breath

- you smiled at his actions, hands going up to cup his cheeks as you greeted him back

- he had INSTANTLY melted into your arm, half his weight now a part of yours

- reo probably asked if you needed help getting him inside too once he heard you huff at the weight change

- i can imagine reo asking that while trying to pull nagi off of you and nagi whining once again

- so even if you needed the extra help, there was no way nagi would let it happen

- you were sure to thank reo for bringing the giant baby back to you before you struggled to even get to the couch

- you try to tell nagi to loosen his grip on you some? he’ll whine. good luck.

- but you did have to admit it was nice to be on nagi’s mind, even if it was a bit overbearing

sae

- another somewhat rare one

- you had been feeling under the weather recently

- stress had been getting to you recently, your immune system weakening

- and it certainly didn’t help that your allergies were worse than ever

- short story shorter, you got sick

- and sae hadn’t known until he had finally gotten a break from football and decided to visit you

- he actually makes you feel worse at first

- he walks in, face scrunched in disgust at your form before he asks “what happened to you?”

- thanks sae.

- he immediately felt bad once he found out you were sick

- how did he show it? 😯 with this face.

- no other way

- he does, however, go to try to comfort you

- he’s moving hair out of your face and getting a cold rag for your sweaty forehead

- he tries to coax you to sleep first, laying beside you as his hand rubs at your stomach lightly

- you eventually do fall asleep only to wake up with a mild headache and unbelievably sore throat, and sadly with no sae in sight

- so, ignoring the tiredness of your body you got up to trudge into the kitchen to get a glass of water with some pills to follow

- what you didn’t expect to see was sae struggling to use a can opener on a can of soup

- it didn’t take long for him to notice your presence, eyes catching on your exhausted form as his brows furrowed

- “what the hell are you doing here?”

- if you weren’t in a miserable state you would’ve burst out laughing because the sight was so hard to believe

- sae, who struggled with anything not football related, trying to crack open a can of soup for you in this dumb apron you had sitting around the house as a joke

- once he figured out you needed some sort of medicine he immediately sighed, mostly to himself for not thinking of that, before demanding you go back to the room

- he followed you back after a few minutes with a bowl of soup, glass of water, and something to ease the pain you were in

- don’t bring up how the soup was cold at the bottom.

- he also ended up getting sick from staying to close to you during that time

- what a guy

chigiri

- he had been meeting your family for the first time.

- and much to your surprise, he hadn’t seemed nervous whatsoever

- even if it included more than your parents, going as far as including your aunts and grandparents

- ig he just knows no one can really hate him

- anyways they all loved him, what did you expect?

- he did so good, even agreeing to help around the kitchen while you got dragged away from him by your younger cousins

- yeah, he was that good to where he was confident in being involved in some girl talk with your mom, grandma, and one of your aunts

- okay enough of my dumb narrating

- you both had started getting bombarded with questions about the relationship

- and good god if you had heard what he had said you would count just that as a heartwarming moment

- he spoke about you with so so much love, so much so that the girls listening had started getting jealous

- meanwhile you were getting questioned by your cousins and your other aunt

- and the questions were nothing special nor different than the ones you had gotten from your friends

- but for some reason they made you realize how in love you were with him

- maybe that and the small peeks you guys would take a each other from the two different rooms

- and the occasional moments where both of your eyes met, both holding so much love in them as you both pause in your sentence just to admire the other

- and the way your family constantly asked when the marriage was

- and your mother pulling you aside to confirm you had definitely found the one

- you had knew you wanted to marry him by the end of that night

yukimiya

- let’s be real. every moment in your relationship is a heartwarming moment

- so i’m going to go a little extra for this one and write for dad yukki

- HE HAS TWO LITTLE GIRLS AND LOVES THEM WITH HIS HEART.

- and mother’s day was coming up

- so he obviously had to do something with them

- so he decided to make a card with them

- but he had to do it secretly so you put up with constant giggles and whispers from your daughters

- yukimiya was so good at hiding it though so you never suspected a thing, even with the small hints from the two girls

- you only found out because you had gotten home earlier then intended

- you heard the shared squeals of your daughters from the kitchen, so you followed to sound

- only to see the girls surrounding a picture you couldn’t quite see and yukimiya smiling proudly at their reactions

- you decided to stay quiet to continue listening in on the conversation

- turns out they were gasping at the years you and yukimiya had been together while staring at an old picture of the two fo you

- the picture happened to have you in a dress with yukimiya in a suit

- the two girls started whispering about how underdressed yukki was LOL

- “wow daddy, a prince would wear more than that y’know..”

- he could only awkwardly chuckle while having no choice but to agree

- you let out a small chuckle at his awkward agreement, revealing your position

- your daughters immediately tried to hide the big card, letting out a squeal while yukimiya just looked at you with a soft smile

- he told the girls to go up and hide the card in one of their rooms (he immediately regretted it once he heard them start fighting over who would be housing the card)

- meanwhile he goes over to encase you in his arms, giving a soft peck to your lips

- “you really did outshine me in that picture, princess.”

- ONT HE FLORR GOODBYE

unedited thanks for reading!

[lemotmo]

Well despite as much as we all might have secretly wished, looks like no off screen break up 😂

But I do have to chuckle at Tim saying they are still getting to know each other ( which to me shows there has been no real progress in their relationship at this point)

And while the “they are still going strong” is from whoever wrote the article rather then anyone from the show, I have to again chuckle because you know who else was “are still going strong”

https://x.com/diazdulac/status/1833159774529028223

And we all saw how that turned out 💀🤭🤭

This is only a fraction of the similar asks I've received about this article. So I'm going to answer all of these in one post. 😄

All of the following are opinions, but I did discuss all of this with Ali and we definitely see this in the same light and we agree on these points:

First, it doesn't sound very promising for BT at this point. The words and phrases used in this article are the exact same as the ones used in the season 7 blurb, only replace Marisol with Tommy and Eddie with Buck. That's it. There's not a lot to it. We all know how Eddie and Marisol ended up.

The article basically says that they are still in that stage of 'getting to know each other a little bit better' just like Tommy said in that deleted scene. He said something about 'taking things slow'. I have a feeling this is exactly why that deleted scene was released in the first place. To show us that things aren't going all that well.

The words 'They are going strong' are the journalist's words. They are still getting to know each other a little bit better' are Tim's words. That's a big difference.

They might just be stuck in that phase of figuring things out and the more they learn from each other, the more they realise they aren't right for each other. Or maybe some of the other theories about Gerrard bringing a conflict between BT are right. Buck is mad with Gerrard and maybe Tommy will just tell him to go along with it? We really don't know. It'll be interesting to see how all of this plays out on our screen. I'm sat.

All I can say is that I'm not at all worried about BT at this point. The way they talk about him in this article? He is still that plot device to further Buck's story. Just like Marisol was a plot device to further Eddie's story. It's just rinse and repeat at this point.

The far more interesting part for me right now is the part about Eddie. Ali and I have been breaking our brains about what else all of this could be about, outside of queer Eddie? We didn't come up with anything valid. We both feel very strongly that queer Eddie could be happening. Whether or not we're right remains to be seen. Let's hope we are. 🤞🤞���� Because as soon as queer Eddie happens? Buddie is 100% happening.

We both think that episode 4 will be an important one for Eddie. The first three are about the bee-nado and we'll see moustached Eddie in action. That short trailer has certainly given us a close-up of Eddie as he tries to flee the bees. I wonder what he'll go through to bring him some extra insight into his life?

In the 4th episode (Ryan's one hundredth episode) we both expect something more Eddie centric. That might just be the moment when he'll shave the moustache... at which point I will personally burst out into tears because I have gotten insanely attached to that little patch of hair. 😭

Anyway, that's about it. I'm also highly interested in the Madney and Henren storyline and I wonder who is coming back into Athena's life. 👀

Questions questions questions... and no answers.

Every season we find ourselves in the same place.

What else is new? 😂😂😂

[chahnniesroom]

tenderness | chapter 1: goodbye hello

[noun] /ˈtendərnəs/

1. the quality of being gentle, kind, or loving

2. the feeling of pain, aching, or soreness

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: in a world where soulmates are rare and precious, you don’t know why the universe has decided to give you one. you never could have imagined that they would be an idol, and one that you worked with at that, or the challenges that would arise from your bond.

chapter word count: 3.3k

chapter warnings: none :)

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"I'm sorry." You stare down at where your hands are twisting together in your lap. "I don’t really know how to say this. But these are going to be the last few weeks that I'm going to be working with you."

You're met with no response and when you dare to look up, all the members are staring at you in disbelief.

"What?" Jooyeon finally breaks the silence in a small voice. "Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere, but I'm being transferred,” you reassure them. “I was asked to join the Stray Kids team, a lot of their future work is going to rely heavily on communication with companies that only speak English and so they want to support the translators as much as possible."

The room bursts into noise at that. It's a bit of relief, the lighthearted threats of demanding that the members of Stray Kids hand you over, the declarations that they're only going to speak English from now on to force you to stay. You get to laugh instead of cry, even though you still have mixed feelings about your new role. It'll be a fantastic opportunity and you know you'll learn a lot, but you're still not sure if it's worth how much you'll miss being a part of the Xdinary Heroes team.

When the group quiets down, Gunil shuffles closer and takes your hand.

“Thank you so much for working with us for so long. We will miss you a lot, but don’t worry, we’ll make sure to work hard so that we can go on tour and steal you back! Fighting!” The rest of the members echo his words and suddenly pull you into a group hug. You blink back tears and try to bask in the warmth of their arms, already missing them.

“It has been an honour working with you. I’m so proud of all of you and am very excited for what the future holds. I still can’t believe you’ve accomplished so much, I still remember when you were still trainees and looking like babies.” You stop to clear your throat but end up having to hold back a laugh when there are immediate protests.

“Hey!” Jungsu whines, pulling back. “You’re not even that much older than us, noona. Gunil-hyung is older than you so you can’t call him a baby!” 

“You guys are all my babies," you say affectionately. "You always will be. I’m so glad I got to watch you grow so much.” You ruffle his hair playfully and ignore when he swats away your hand. "No matter what happens I'll always be on the sidelines supporting you!" 

You tug everyone back into a hug and smile wistfully when you notice more than a few misty eyes. Xdinary Heroes will always have a special place in your heart, not only as the first group that you were a manager for, but also for their bright personalities and unwavering determination. Not for the first time, you wonder if you’ve made the right decision. All you can do is hope.

—

Although nothing has been announced officially yet, there are enough transfers within JYPE to subtly signal big things in the works for Stray Kids. On your first day, you’re relieved to find that you’re not the only new member of Division 1, nor are you the only one coming from Studio J.

The orientation finishes quickly as most policies and procedures are company-wide so you and the other transfers are already familiar with them, although it still takes up the bulk of your morning. The only highlight of training is a short break where all of you are filed into a practice room and are shocked to find yourselves face-to-face with Stray Kids themselves. Introductions are done in a flash, each person basically only has enough time to bow, quickly say their name and a greeting, bow again, before they’re all led out.

While you’ve worked at JYPE long enough to not feel star-struck in the presence of celebrities, you still found yourself caught off-guard by the eight pairs of eyes that had been on you during the brief moment that you had spoken. Of course, you had seen the members in the building before, but that had been more like passing by in the hallway instead of actually having a conversation. Chances are, they had never given you anything other than a perfunctory glance.

After lunch, you’re brought to your new team where more introductions are done and the specifics of your new role and responsibilities are explained. You’re focusing on reading documentation that details all the work that has already been done for the tour when a hand suddenly clamps down on your shoulder, making you jump and let out a little scream. You turn quickly to find a familiar face that’s crinkled with laughter.

Eunsung was one of the first friends that you made at JYPE, back when you were still an intern. He had also been young and new to the company, so it was easy for the two of you to gravitate towards each other even though you worked in different divisions. One of the things you had been most excited for when transferring was the chance to finally work directly with Eunsung after so many years of knowing each other.

“Always so focused, Y/n-ah. It makes you so easy to scare,” he teases.

“Yah!” You stand and smack his arm in response. “It’s my first day here Eunsung-oppa, if you’re too mean to me then I’ll report you to HR for harassment.”

“You’re the one hitting me! And it’s not your first day, if it were then wouldn’t it be your fifth first day or something?” he says, clutching his arm dramatically. “Someone please call for a first aid attendant, I’ve been wounded!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know you’re one of the team’s attendants. I’m sure that you can treat yourself,” you sniff, turning away. 

“Hey, but really, I’m glad to have you finally join the team,” he says genuinely. “I won’t bother you any longer, I know you have a lot to catch up on. Have fun!”

You give him a goodbye hug, then settle back in your seat as he leaves. As much as you enjoy bantering with Eunsung, you’re conscious that it would look bad if you talk too long, especially since your team lead, Yonghwan, is only a few desks away and can likely hear what you’re saying. You feel a bit better when Eunsung stops at Yonghwan’s desk and they exchange a friendly greeting. When Eunsung gestures towards you and they both look over, you smile and wave, a bit sheepish that you were caught watching them.

You turn back to your computer to concentrate again. You’re already beginning to feel overwhelmed by all the files you still have left to look at and the constant emails with new information and meeting invites, but are determined to prove yourself in this new position and help the team as much as you can.

—

The first time that you have an actual conversation with one of the members of Stray Kids, it’s totally unexpected. You’re on the phone with staff from one of the venues in North America and have stepped out into the hallway so you don’t disturb your coworkers. You’ve finally settled into your job and one of your responsibilities includes the organisation of coordination meetings for the venues, something you didn’t realise would be so time consuming or frustrating. 

Partway through your call, Felix passes by the alcove that you’ve tucked yourself into and does a double take when you reply to something in English. One of the vending machine water bottles that he’s balancing in his hands thuds to the ground.

He stares at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. Startled, you quickly finish the call, promising to email as a follow up, and bow to him.

"Hello Felix-nim," you say politely, switching back to Korean. "Did you need help with something?

"You-you’re Y/n-nim, right?" he splutters.

“Yes,” you say, surprised. “I just joined your team recently, I’m surprised you remember me.”

“There’s not too many staff members close in age to us, and even fewer are female,” he explains. “You would have stood out even more if I knew you’re so good at speaking English!”

"Ah, yes," you say sheepishly. "I was transferred to help with Stray Kids as your team prepares for your upcoming tour. They wanted more people who could communicate with the overseas companies and venues without needing a translator and I'll also be going with you to help organise things during the tour too."

"Wow! I didn't realise, now I have someone other than Channie-hyung to speak with! Do the other members know?"

Without waiting for a reply, Felix grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the practice room. The rest of the members are spread throughout the space, but all turn to stare as Felix bursts through the door and drops all the remaining water bottles onto the ground in front of them.

"Guys, guys!" he exclaims, waving the hand that was still wrapped around your wrist. "Did you know Y/n-nim spoke English?"

"Oh?" "What? "Say something!"

Ignoring the explosion of noise as they all the boys react, Felix turns back to you. 

"Did you study overseas? You're so fluent!"

"Ah no no no," you say, waving your hands quickly in denial. Your cheeks are heating up quickly under the sudden attention. "My English actually isn't that good. I went to school in Seoul, but it was my minor when I went to university. Actually, this job is good practice since I don't speak it much anymore."

"Say something in English!" Han insists, using English to emphasise his request.

"Uhm, I don't know what to say," you reply, flustered.

"Explain to them why you're working with us now, say what you said to me." Felix nudges you, playfully. 

"I'm working to help the team before and during your upcoming tour. They thought it would be good to have more managers that can speak multiple languages and I'm grateful to have the chance to work with you. Please take good care of me!" You say, bowing to the whole group. Inwardly you cringe at the overly formal tone that you adopted.

"We're glad to have you working with us! Felix is right, your English is very good." Chan pipes up. 

Everyone else jumps to agree, commenting how impressed they are. It quickly dissolves into chaos as they start to yell out any and every English word or phrase that they know. This continues on until someone's phone chimes with an alarm and they all groan, but get up to start practising again.

"I don't want to practise!" yells Seungmin, still in English. "Y/n-nim, take me with you!"

He throws himself in your direction and maknae line follow suit, Jisung going as far as to grip the hem of your pants. You laugh, backing away towards the door.

“I wish you could come with me too, but you probably don’t want to sit through all the boring meetings in my schedule for this afternoon. So really, I think I’m sparing you.” 

The last thing you see before the door closes is Chan, still sitting on the couch at the back of the room. He’s looking over the members, amused but immeasurably fond.

—

You’re quickly integrated into your new team and find that, although you were initially pulled in to help with the tour, the responsibilities of all the managers are blurred. As the tour is still almost a year away, priorities are centred around the upcoming comeback. When one of the staff calls in sick, you find yourself bundled into a van and heading to the boys’ next schedule. 

Not really certain of what you should be doing, you try your best to keep busy doing miscellaneous tasks and staying out of the way. It's not your first time at a schedule, but you've always been there with a definite purpose before, not just as an extra set of hands.

You're in the middle of hanging up different outfits when the members arrive.

Felix brightens immediately when he sees you and switches to speaking English, forcing you to do the same.

"Y/n!" he calls out. "I didn't think you'd be here! It's nice to see you outside of the company building for once!"

"Felix." You bow quickly and glance around to see if anybody is staring at the two of you, slightly relieved when you find nobody is paying attention. "It's good to see you too! I wasn't originally going to be here, but someone else wasn't feeling well so I'm helping out instead."

"Will you be with us the whole day?"

"Uhm," you quickly pull out your phone and check your calendar. "Yes, I think so. Unless they decide that they don't need the extra help."

Felix's smile seems to light up the whole room. Someone from across the room calls his name and you quickly sift through the clothes you've been hanging up to find the ones with his name on the tag.

"These are for you," you hold them out for him to take. "Good luck and have fun! Fighting!"

"Fighting!" he echoes, holding up a fist. “I’ll talk to you later!”

“Sounds good, now go!” You shoo him towards the changing area. You turn to see Minho just on the other side of the clothes rack, watching Felix go with an amused look.

“He’s been so happy to have you on the team,” he says in Korean. “He doesn’t have many people willing to indulge him. A lot of the Division 1 staff have been with us for a few years and back then, even if they could, they weren’t allowed to speak English to help him learn Korean faster. So a lot of them still don’t.”

“Oh,” you say, suddenly unsure. “I- Sorry. Nobody said anything about that. I can do the same if you think that’s more appropriate.”

At that Minho finally looks at you and holds a blank stare for a full minute before his mouth curves into a smirk.

“It’s good,” he finally says. “If anyone deserves spoiling on this team, it’s Yongbokkie. We’re all glad to have you with us as well. Just know that he might end up clinging to you as much as he can, don’t be afraid to tell him if you are too busy for it. We don’t want you to get in trouble on our behalf.”

Before you have a chance to say anything, he leans forward, pulling his outfit off the rack and walking away without another word. Flustered by the strange interaction, you don’t know if you should be flattered that you seem to have approval from one of the more intimidating members of the group or worried that you’ll be scolded by Division 1 about the reason that Felix has taken a liking to you.

—

Although you only attend schedules sporadically, they are definitely your favourite part of your new position. True to Minho’s words, it becomes something of a routine for Felix to latch onto you at schedules when the other members are preoccupied with work or getting ready. He didn’t have to worry about potentially mussing your hair, smudging makeup, or getting caught in accessories. This was especially common on longer shoots, when he grew exhausted and didn’t have the capacity to be so careful about translating everything. He would speak to you in a mix of Korean and English while blinking sleepily, voice growing deeper the closer he was to falling asleep.

The skinship was gradual at first. He would lean into your side while watching something on his phone, fiddle with your hair, or play with your hands, delighted that they were even smaller than his. If the breaks were long enough, then you would let him doze, leaving him vulnerable to the other members who would constantly take pictures of him nodding off. He began to greet you with hugs, wrap his arms around you when you sat on a couch with him instead of just leaning, and the two of you had dropped formalities, especially when speaking in English. 

You have also grown close to the rest of the boys, although you didn’t quite share the same level of familiarity or skinship. It had happened naturally, if Felix was slouched against your shoulder, it was easy for another member to drop onto your other side. They all perked up when you entered the room with drink trays or containers of food, knowing that you had made the effort to learn their favourites. You even shared a quiet camaraderie with Chan, from times where the two of you sat together in silence, both focused on completing as much work as you could during breaks. 

You were surprised but thrilled to be so quickly welcomed and trusted by the group. You couldn’t deny that you were touch-starved and that the skinship was as comforting to you as it was with Felix. It was strictly platonic and apparently common enough for Stray Kids that none of the staff even blinked at the sight of Felix wrapped around you. In fact, it was somewhat of a running joke among the managers, one that you didn’t hear of until about a month into your new position, that sitting on the couches in a waiting room during a schedule was just asking to be glomped on by one of the members.

Even though your main responsibilities were still centred around organisation of the upcoming world tour, you were slowly becoming the go-to manager to fill in when someone else was unable to attend a schedule. As long as you continued to prioritise your work well enough to meet all your deadlines, you were even allowed to be the one to supervise member live streams or help film tiktoks. The tour was still months away, but you were getting increasingly excited for it and the chance to hang out with the group without feeling guilty about other work you could be doing.

—

You’re not quite sure how it all happens. It’s just a blur to you. One second you’re at a schedule, sitting on the couch reading through the details of a contract that you’re helping finalise during a break and the next, there’s a body crashing into yours. 

Your only thought is despairing that you haven’t saved the document recently so you desperately try to protect your laptop from any damage, pulling it away before it can collide with a stray body part. As a result, you lose balance, tipping forward and fall straight into Chan, who’s sitting on the ground tucked between the couch and the low table so that he can work on his computer.

A jolt of energy seems to pass through your forehead, right when it knocks into Chan’s arm. You scramble to right yourself, rubbing at the spot where you touched while Chan does the same to himself. He hasn’t changed into the outfit that the stylists have assigned for him, instead wearing a shirt that has the sleeves cut off, leaving his arms exposed. In the background, Felix, Jisung, and some of the other members are squabbling, but you can barely hear it over the thud of your pulse. 

“Did you-” you start to say.

“Feel that too?” Chan finishes your sentence in a low tone, his disbelieving expression matching how you feel.

Slowly, Chan reaches out and takes your hand in his. The second you touch, there’s that same startling jolt. You’re filled with a strange sense of comfort and you can feel an unfamiliar warmth that’s coming from where your skin makes contact with his.

You and Chan stare at each other, eyes wide.

Soulmates.

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[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part X

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Dinner at Onigiri Miya &lt;3

Part I II -> Next Part

"So, that's my favorite food. Samu just makes the best Onigiri, I'm not gonna lie about that."

Atsumu grins and gestures towards the plates on the table. "But everything's good, don't worry. I helped Samu with the menu back then after we finished high school. He even added some dishes with extra protein, just for me. Said he couldn't stand how I ate chicken and protein powder all the time."

You frown at the thought of combining chicken and protein shakes, but he just shrugs when he notices your reaction. "Don't look at me like that; I was young then. Well, younger than today. I didn't know better." You laugh when he embarrassedly rubs the back of his neck.

"It's fine! I'm sure you had to watch your protein intake and your vitamin levels. I mean, you started playing a lot more intensely after school, right?"

He nods and takes the carafe of water to fill your empty glass. "A lot has changed since I started as a professional. My schedule's quite tight; I train basically every day, and I have to go abroad every other month for promotions or plays. It's kinda hard to always keep track of my eating habits. I'm just glad that Samu's keepin' an eye on me. Always grumblin' about how it's a drag to do all that extra stuff, but he still has a plate ready whenever I come." You nod and take the glass he's offering you and take a sip of the water. It has a fresh taste with all the herbs that have been added to it; you can even smell a bit of mint and lemon after you place the glass back on the wooden table.

"He sounds like a really good brother. Who's older, him or you?" You ask and look at the raven-haired copy of the man in front of you, who is now behind the counter making Onigiri. He looks good in the Onigiri Miya shirt, the logo cute and simple, fitting the whole ambiance of the restaurant. There isn't much space inside; you're just glad that Atsumu took care of reserving the table because there are quite a lot of customers inside. Yet, it has such a cozy and homey feeling that you relaxed instantly when you took a seat.

"What do you think? Be honest." He looks at you expectantly, and you debate your choices on the inside. On the one hand, Osamu seems like someone who is used to taking care of others, which makes him seem like the older one. On the other hand, you can't deny that Atsumu has a certain sense of dominance that seems like a spoiled firstborn—but you're still clueless.

"Hmm. I think that you're the older twin?" His eyes widen in surprise, and a wide grin suddenly spreads on his whole face. His eyes shine when he bursts out in laughter. "Samu! Samu, y/n thinks that I'm the older twin. Did ya hear that?" He calls for his brother, and Osamu raises his head with a scowl when he realizes that Atsumu just disturbed his peace. "Don't get cocky. She's the first to say that."

"Yeah, but her opinion actually matters. Thank you, y/n." He is still beaming when he turns back to you, the short innuendo with his brother seeming so normal to both of them that you try not to think too hard about it. "You're welcome, I guess?" You nervously laugh, hoping that you made neither Atsumu nor Osamu mad with your words. "You did well. You're my wife after all. So it's only fair that you're on my side." You almost choke on your water when he says that and nervously laugh.

"Oh, okay. Well then. Uhm, I'll start eating? I'm kind of hungry, and the food looks amazing." You still find your heart skipping a beat whenever he calls you 'his wife'—which you noticed that he does quite frequently. He definitely likes to tease you, and you have no idea how you should respond to that. Just the thought of calling him 'husband' makes you feel butterflies in your stomach—you couldn't possibly do that.

You have already snapped a picture of the food to Yachi, who insisted on regular updates of your day. She responded with a salivating emoji and an 'enjoy!' to which you sent a thumbs up, so you're more than ready to eat. "Oh, of course. Just take what ya want. Samu can make us another portion if yer finished with it."

"Thank you." You smile and take a spoon to try the fried rice. The flavor is rich and good; you can't help but let out a delighted huff through your nose while you take another spoonful. "It's really good. Osamu is great at cooking!"

Atsumu has also started eating, an onigiri in both of his hands that now looks ridiculously small. You only now notice how big his hands actually are—probably an advantage when he's playing volleyball. "Told ya. Samu makes the best food." He takes another bite and then a sip of his water. "Let's eat and then we'll talk about the appointment."

You nod and swallow your bite heavily—and you also try to swallow the nervousness while you finish your meal. The atmosphere suddenly had shifted a little after he had mentioned the appointment, the reasoning of your meet-up now apparent. You're both rather quick to finish your food, and you place your napkin on your table and look at him expectantly when you're done.

"So, do you want a dessert already, or do you need a break? Samu has a mean strawberry tiramisu in the fridge. It's not on the menu, but I know it's there." He looks at you and winks, and you laugh while you rub your tummy and lean back in your seat. "I need a short break. But after that maybe? Tiramisu sounds great." You give him a thumbs up, and he nods in response.

"So... let's talk about the visit then. About our options. Wait. Singular. We have one option." He looks at you with a neutral expression, and you find yourself nodding almost robotically. "Yes. We have to wait until the year is over until we can get a divorce."

You both sit there in silence, unsure of how you should continue the conversation.

"I mean, it could have been worse. We're lucky that there were no other grave conditions on the contract. One year will pass really quickly. And then you're free again. I'm also not forcing you to make this public; it wouldn't be good for neither your volleyball career nor my privacy. We could just keep going like this."

He intently watches you while you talk, his chin now resting on one of his palms when he slightly leans forward. "I also think it's smarter to keep it to ourselves for a while. The last name thing, though, is going to be difficult." A groan leaves your lips, and you close your eyes for a second.

"I can't believe that I have to change my last name. This is going to be a lot of paperwork." You groan again at the thought of going to the town hall and contacting your bank—and everything else. You thankfully already had the past few days to get used to the thought of changing your name to 'Miya', but it still makes the whole marriage thing feel so real. This would have a very big impact on your life at this point. All formal letters will be addressed to y/n Miya—which would definitely cause questions that you're not prepared for. But that is a problem for your future self, something you're trying to reassure yourself of to not feel overwhelmed. It will be fine. The lawyers had reassured you that it would only need a few signatures and a small fee, and then you could get divorced after the year is over—and that definitely made you feel a bit better.

"Yeah, sorry for that." He sheepishly rubs the back of his head, probably feeling guilty that only you have to do that, and you're quick to shake your head. "Don't be. I voluntarily agreed to this; this part is definitely not your fault."

He nods and takes the last bite of his rice ball and quickly wipes his hands with his tissue. Noticing that you have finished your meal too, he is quick to wave for the waitress. "I'll ask for the tiramisu. Are you fine with sharing? He said he'll only leave one portion. Greedy bastard," he groans playfully, and you giggle at his comment.

"Yes, we can share."

xxx

The car ride home feels tense.

The evening was great; you had a good time with Atsumu, and the prospect of having to part soon makes you feel uneasy, especially at the prospect of not knowing if you will ever see him again. For all you know, he could simply send you the paperwork via post and never talk to you again.

You get thrown out of your thoughts when he parks the car in front of your house, and you both sit there for a second in silence.

"Uhm... here we are." He finally says, turning off the engine, much to your surprise. That means he intends to stay a bit longer.

"Yes." You awkwardly scratch the back of your head and look at him through the darkness. Only a street lantern provides a bit of light, just enough for you to faintly see his face. He also seems to feel somewhat nervous, his eyes avoiding yours at all costs and looking at the dark screen of the radio.

"So, uhm. I meant to ask. How do you want things to go in the future? We can either keep in touch or meet exactly one year from now to finalize the divorce. What would you prefer?" You can see how his knee bounces up and down, a clear indicator of his nervousness. The words seem somewhat practiced, and you're pretty much convinced that he's been thinking about this moment during the whole car ride. You feel a lump in your throat and somewhat have a hard time coming up with an answer. What if he wants to cut ties with you but is too polite to say it out loud? You definitely don't want to put him in an uncomfortable situation by forcing him to keep in touch with you. It's bad enough already that you have to take his last name, which would probably lead to some questions. What were you supposed to say now?

"I... I don't know. What would you prefer?" You know that it's lame to answer with a question, but you only intend to offer him a way out. Much to your surprise, his eyes flicker to your face, and his knee stops bouncing.

"I would prefer for you to be happy, whatever you decide to go with." He seems so earnest and serious when he says that, that you find yourself flushing—thankful for the darkness to conceal your facial expression. Hopefully.

"Keep in touch, like eating at Onigiri Miya, for example? And texting and calling?"

"Hmm." He hums and suddenly watches you like a hawk, analyzing every single one of your expressions. "We could make that a regular thing. Samu changes the menu often; he could even put your favorite food on it, if ya ask him nicely."

You are stunned at his words. He probably knows fully well that it sounds like a cheap excuse to keep seeing you, yet he still said it.

So you decide to be brave too.

"Sounds great."

xxx

"What the heck was that?"

"What do you mean?" Atsumu rolls his eyes at the car speaker, somewhat annoyed because he knows exactly what Osamu will say.

"I saw you makin' heart eyes at her. And that phone call last week? I didn't say anything back then, but what are you trying to do? Flirting with her and breaking her heart when ya get divorced and you stop talkin' to her? She's too nice for that. Don't do that to her; she's been through enough already."

"I'm not leading her on!" Atsumu almost yells, finding himself wounded at the accusation of not being honest with you. "It's just—I don't know. Easy to talk to her. I just... I dunno. I'm not doing it on purpose; it just comes naturally. Everything comes naturally when it comes to her. Wonder if that's why I married her. Love at first sight, ya know?"

Osamu lets out a heavy and deep sigh, full of frustration. "It's fine. Just take things slow. If you wanna date her, I mean. You both skipped a few steps; I don't know if ya really have a chance."

"I'm not trying to date her. I'm just... I enjoy talking to her and spending time with her. And it's cute to see her flustered. We only got one spoon for the tiramisu, and I offered to feed her—ya should have seen her face, she almost fainted." Atsumu grins at the memory, but Osamu only sighs again.

"You're always causing me trouble. Just—be careful with her, 'kay? We still don't know if she's some kind of stalker trying to get with ya. Remember the last time a fan tried to get close to ya? Didn't end well."

Atsumu's grin slowly fades at the memory, and a deep frown replaces the happy expression.

"I know, I know. But she knows that manager from Karasuno. And Shoyo-kun. She could have met me earlier if she was a stalker. We only decided on the club last week, remember? No way she could have known. She got her hotel room booked a few weeks ago, Shoyo-kun told me that. That's too many coincidences for her to be a stalker."

"If you say so. Dunno, you just always get in trouble."

"Not this time. Not with her."

"Sure. Let me know if ya need somethin'. See ya."

Atsumu hangs up the call, his hands now holding the steering wheel tighter. There is an inner turmoil inside of him, almost the need to see you again, and that's when he forms a plan in his head.

A few minutes later, and he has safely parked the car and fished his phone out of his pocket. His fingers fly over the keyboard, and he doesn't think twice before he hits the "send" button.

Are you free this weekend, Mrs. Miya?

[thatguyfromforest]

Hey hey heyyy! It's me , the anon who is terrified of cats- not only cats, basically every single creature but lets not get too deep into that! I absolutely loved your writing style♡ I was wondering if you could do an angsty prompt about Satan with a MC who has family issues back in the human world. Like they had a pretty toxic childhood which included getting hit and yelled at often. And their family still acts like that even when they're an adult. Basically his reaction to it!

It's okay if you can't though, take your time, and most importantly take care of yourself♡♡♡⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠⊂⁠)

-𓆝 anon𓆟

Hello, sweet cake❤️ Thanks for your support, that means a lot to me)

I'm sorry for this fic to be so short, I'm still trying 😬

promt: angst, hurt/comfort

TW: family abuse, insulting, mention of violence, panick attack

Satan x fem!MC

You thought it was all over.

You really thought it was over.

When you grew up, when you moved into your apartment.

You thought that you had become independent, that no one could influence you now.

You were wrong.

You've been sitting in the library for 15 minutes, silently holding the phone next to your ear and listening to your mother's screams. You didn't even understand exactly what she was talking about, how it all started. However, you couldn't say a word.

Looking at one point, you replayed your whole life in your head over and over again with these people who, in front of strangers, sweetly call themselves your "family". It seemed like you couldn't find a single vivid memory in this dark cycle.

"Why can't you do anything right?!"

"Look at you, you've grown fat like a cow!"

"Useless fool!"

"If you can't do it well, don't do it at all!"

And again.

Hit.

Slap.

Kick.

Cut.

Time after time, you didn't realize what you were doing wrong. Why, for everything that your friends are praised by their parents, your parents once again raised their voice and raised their hand at you. Every time you tried to please them, you were called "useless," "incompetent," and "disgusting."

And you believed it. You believed that you were useless, incompetent and disgusting. You believed that you deserved every blow, every punishment.

There were no tears, but everything blurred before your eyes.

You were suffocating.

Satan has been standing at the entrance to the library for 15 minutes and looking at your lonely figure, illuminated only by the light of the moon. He finally got his hands on a book that he couldn't get for more than six months, and the first thing he thought about was finding you faster and starting to read together. All this time, you shared with him this agonizing expectation of a new fascinating story.

But now the book in his hand was forgotten.

You sat straight as a string and stared unblinkingly at one point. A phone was pressed tightly to your ear, from which screams and curses were constantly pouring out. At first he didn't understand what was going on, but then a memory flashed through his head, where you tried with great difficulty to tell something about your family, and never told him the details.

The puzzles gradually began to take shape.

He didn't want to violate your personal space, but it was getting harder to control himself by the second. He could feel the painful acid starting to boil in the back of his mind.

How can they talk to you like that?

How can they compare you to dirt?

How can they call themselves your family?

A muffled wheeze brought him out of his furious trance. You clutched at your throat, still holding your phone to your ear, and tried to take at least one breath. But your throat felt like a steel vise and letting in even a drop of air was simply an impossible task.

Satan burst into the library like a hurricane. You didn't hear it, you remotely felt the phone being taken away from your ear and thrown somewhere to the side. A thousand thoughts raced through your head.

I can't breathe.

What am I doing wrong?

I'm suffocating.

I'm just useless.

I'm going to die.

I wish I was dead.

The next second, you felt yourself being pressed against a warm chest. The painful sigh that you managed to make was mixed with the smell of men's cologne. Your head was spinning, your tongue was numb, but you felt hot tears running down your cheeks and a bitter scream cut through the silence of the library.

Satan held you tightly to his chest, as if if he loosened his grip, you would crumble into pieces. A dull howl echoed in his heart and he himself began to feel the corners of his eyes sting. He let you cry, quietly saying words of support to you and rocking you like a little child, hoping that it would calm you down a little.

- It's okay, I'm here... I will always be there for you... They will pay... They'll pay for everything, I promise.

The next morning, you barely remembered what happened the night before, but you woke up next to a warm body next to you. Big hands wrapped protectively around your shoulders, and his nose was buried in the edge of your hair.

There was a forgotten book on the table.

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Sorry for grammar mistakes, if there's any, I'm not native

[cerastes]

You enjoy Tekken a lot, is there any reason you don't stream your Ranked games? Asking out of genuine curiosity.

The first half of the answer is that I play Ranked in short bursts. I'll do 3-5 opponents (rematch or not) and then hit Practice Mode or do something else. I don't really do these long Ranked grind sessions. I think they are detrimental to me. It's how I enjoy the game. I can go for hours if I'm playing a friend, but for Ranked, I enter a different head space, and I really don't feel like entertaining a crowd (chat) or interacting with others while I'm playing Ranked because I play seriously there. I like focusing and playing my heart out without feeling the need or want to talk to anyone at all.

Which leads to the other half of the answer: Competitive/Ranked Fighting Game Dreamer.

If you've been to my streams and if I may say so myself, I can laugh at myself just fine. I don't take being blasted by chat bad, in fact, I go along with it. I died to gravity in Soulsborne after first try beating a notoriously difficult boss? Yeah, that's funny. I hype up a cool trick I wanna do and then fuck it up? Yeah, mockery is the natural result. I'm a good sport about these things, and like to use them as springboards for either an immediate laugh or for the next bit. I'm like that with all games and activities in general.

Except fighting games if I'm at the arcade or in a competitive/ranked setting.

Ranked Dreamer has something to prove, basically, because Ranked Dreamer enjoys and respects competitive/ranked gaming, and the thrill and learning that comes with it. Ranked Dreamer is not really about what I previously mentioned. It's not that I go Mr. Hyde or anything and rage; I have a lot of fun and I'm in a good mood the vast majority of the time! But Ranked Dreamer is raised-in-the-arcade-scene Dreamer, that expects people that cast any sort of judgement to know what they are talking about or shut the hell up, and the vast majority of my usual chat doesn't play or watch fighting games. I did a bit of Ranked on stream after my sets with LC when we played, and when I was downloading an opponent (and thus, getting hit a lot) after beating them and rematching, someone said something to the effect of "well now he's getting his ass kicked wwwwwww", which made me immediately want to say "don't you know anything, you reprobate, shut up", which... Is no way to treat anyone! In the moment, it's a natural thing to say, because that's just how it is when people that take something seriously (not even in a pro way, just seriously) will want to say to someone that's obviously a tourist that doesn't know anything about the scene if they start having opinions... But you think about it rationally after the fact, and it's like... No, dude, even then, don't mistreat people, lmao.

So basically, I don't want to mistreat people in the heat of the moment and regret insulting someone who was just having fun in chat and treating it as if it was another one of my mishaps. It's literally a me thing.

A lot of my good Tekken matches (that being matches I feel like I learned something or enjoyed) look like this:

Spoiler alert, but I get ragdolled the first two rounds badly. And that's because I don't know the King-Lili match-up. When you face a match-up you don't know, you have two options: Try and throw your flowcharts and strings and hope it works, OR you can try and download the opponent. You see what works, what doesn't, their habits, and their behavior in offense and defense. You experiment, and test. This involves a lot of getting hit and losing health or even rounds. But you learn a lot more and it helps you grow as a player, it's better in the long run. After those first two rounds, I gather this:

They duck on reaction when I approach -> To deal with King's dangerous grab game -> Use mids to beat crouch.

They literally only flowchart -> They always use the low after the cartwheel -> Launch it with hop kick (well, knee in King's case).

They are impulsive and will want their turn back -> Their wake-up game is aggressive -> oki with d,b3 counter into Leg Lock or backstep/properly spaced d,b3 counter into Leg Lock, depending on frame advantage and distance from downed Lili after knockdown.

It's Lili -> They'll start using Funny Shit on round start -> backstep, deal with it, punish it.

They are bad at breaking Figure Four Leg Lock -> Keep using Figure Four Leg Lock, it works.

And then I start absolutely booty blasting Lili. That's what downloading is! But non-fighting game players don't know that, so they'll see me get blasted (while I'm trying to learn) or rematching an opponent I lost to and then lose again (to learn the match-up more) and start making those comments that, while they'd usually either get a joke on retaliation or simply get ignored if they are not funny enough, will make Ranked Dreamer want to tell them to shut up and reflect on how ignorant they are if they can't even tell that I'm trying to download/learn here, obviously, are your eyes closed or are you just clinically unfunny and one of those "I just like spreading chaos lol" types. Which will then be something I regret because I feel bad when I actually insult people, especially over games.

So, it's just a me thing, but here it is explained in case you wanted a bit more elaboration.

[spell-cleaver]

Just realized that a lot of the mechanics of the Dark Side (pain, fear, anger -> abnormal + unsustainable strength) are similar to hysterical strength and adrenaline reactions. What do you think the implications on Star Wars wordbuilding would be if the Dark Side, at least in its most basic form, was just a magical version of the stress response?

Honestly, I keep swinging between "it would totally change the worldbuilding" and "it wouldn't change it much" (which is why I'm responding to this two years later...) My, admittedly limited, understanding of the stress response is that it give you hysterical strength and adrenaline as you said, but only for a very short time, and after that it begins to damage your body because your body is just not built to be in that sort of fight-or-flight situation for any extended period of time. You can hurt yourself and push through it so you don't feel it until later, possibly aggravating the injury, and it's the prime example of how we're wired to survive as best we can and have built in mechanisms to keep us going even in moments of crisis.

Which is fascinating if you apply it to the dark side! The idea that you can use your heightened emotions to achieve power you didn't have before, but it comes at a great cost and you'd constantly be chasing it, is largely what the dark side is about. Who needs Jedi training and discipline when you can access the dark side by drawing on an artificial fight-or-flight response? It fits into the "quicker, easier, more seductive" definition of the dark side and especially fits the fact that people are more likely to fall to the dark side when they're desperate, or when they're in a natural fight-or-flight response (see Luke beating Vader in ROTJ because he threatened Leia, so Luke's anger and protective instincts kicked off). It makes a lot of sense!

But another important aspect of the dark side imo is the moral aspect. You don't just get power from your own suffering and your own desperation; you can draw power from others' suffering. You get power by causing others' suffering. That's why the Sith are evil: because the dark side twists and corrupts the user's mind in the pursuit of power, so they cause more and more suffering along the way. The dark side is what would happen if, after experiencing the stress response for the first time, the person enjoyed feeling strong so much that they sought to induce the effects in them again, and again, caring less and less about pain and more and more about the power, and hurting people in order to achieve it.

If the dark side was just a matter of the stress response in Star Wars, it would change the worldbuilding a lot because I think those that use it wouldn't be ostracised in the same way. In real life, people get pushed too hard all the time, and have to have care and support to recover from the health impacts of that. If a Jedi was near death and used the dark side in a specific situation, if it was just a magical version of the stress response, the power would fade, and I imagine the other Jedi would come in to help them recover, not hold it against them, and simply be happy they're still alive. I imagine the dark side wouldn't be a moral issue, but rather a danger issue - it's not that you can't use it, it's that using it burns you through, so only tap into it if you absolutely have to. (Especially since Force powers are dangerous, so if you're near death and you're suddenly wielding ridiculous magic powers, someone near you could get very hurt indeed.) It would be more in line with other magic systems where there's this deus ex machina-style power that competent magicians can use, but shouldn't use extensively, to protect their bodies and minds.

Meanwhile, I imagine that the Sith in this scenario would be more along the lines of a religious organisation that do induce artificial stress responses in themselves to achieve short bursts of enormous power at great cost to themselves. The Jedi would be against the Sith because they teach children from a young age to harm themselves in order to gain power, functionally teaching them to be walking Force bombs into the future. Think teachers irl who think students work best under enormous pressure vs teachers who actually provide learning support. Worldbuilding like this would be a really interesting way to look at pedagogy and health and creativity! The idea of the tortured artist who can only produce masterpieces when they're struggling with demons or something is really powerful in pop culture, so writing a story with this sort of worldbuilding could be a really fun way to explore that.

Also, in this universe, it would make so much sense that the Jedi won against the Sith to the extent that the Sith are in hiding. Not only would the Sith's methodology likely count as child abuse under non-magical law, but Jedi would be better at fighting, at tactics, at building organisations and systems that last. They're healthier and happier, so they ultimately outlast, despite the Sith's enormous, erratic power.