#UGH HES SO CUTESY I LOVE HIM

[whumpbug]

GOING INSANE. MY BOYS. THEY LOOK SO?? SO SO SO GOOD?????

THEY FINALLY GOT CLOCKED BY ANON HEHEHEHHDHE

hari & neevi my beloved. yes anon you are right. brooding dilf w/ parental instincts x silly pretty boy allergy disaster

their intro post!! by @whumpbug yours truly

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[two-person-job]

pokemon has such an atrocious hold on me.

[jrueships]

isaiah hehe

PLEASE TELL ME YOURE TALKING ABOUT THOMAS

[dissolved-g1rl]

just mark & his hyperfem gf *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Originally you open up your lace trimmed windows with the intent of cooling off your too hot room. Truly you’re not expecting your alien boyfriend to stoop his way inside, achey and tired from a long day of being Invincible.

He loves your room, a girlish haze that he sometimes feels he shouldn’t be allowed to see. Like it’s some sort of sanctuary that’s only meant for those to indulge in their girlish whims, like a set for Sofia Coppola and not your dorky boyfriend. You’ve got a scented candle going, the light breeze from the window caressing the flame into making dancing shadows across the pastel walls, frilly lingerie peeking from the hem of your hamper, half closed glittery nail polish sitting next to various makeup items on your vanity. He finds it all to be so incredibly charming, his sweet girl.

He can feel its energizing effects as soon as he splays out across the cutesy rug you got from the mall, cinnamoroll? or something…he doesn’t remember, which he usually would, trust him! He just gets his ass kicked a lot, forgive him. “You shouldn’t leave your window open..creeps could get in.” He grumbles into the carpet, slightly muffled. “Mhm, tell me about it.” You reply casually, admiring the way his back looks enveloped by the fabric of his suit. He doesn’t mean to laugh, but he does anyways. That sweet airy noise that always seems to unwilling escape him in your presence. “‘m gonna shower.” He murmurs trudging into the adjoined bathroom, it’s really just another spot of heaven for him to enjoy and admire.

He comes out in your frilly bathrobe, hair flat and sticking to his forehead and nape, smelling like all your fancy soaps and scrubs. “Baby, seriously? My robe?” You murmur with a smack of your lips, he shrugs. The bathrobe eventually is abandoned in favor for boxers, he crawls over to you, yanking you by your ankles to hold you. Flopping on top of you with a huff like he’s a cute little puppy (he is) and not 210. “Ugh, Mark—baby you’re heavy c’mon.” You coo in an effort to charm him into getting the hell off, too bad cause you feel him shift, getting comfy on top of your boobs, he swears he sleeps better with ‘em. You sigh accepting defeat rubbing his strong back, getting in between his shoulder blades, lightly running your acrylics over his skin till he gets chills. His thumb is lightly tracing the lace trim of your panties, and the skin of your hipbone. He couldn’t be more content, he smells like you, you smell like you, things really couldn’t get better. He leans up to smother you with warm kisses, “I love you.” he murmurs in between slotting your mouthes together. He’s just so happy to be in your arms tonight.

heyo :3 ‘s been a while, i just think mark would be the best cuddle buddy credit to @adornedwithlight for the lovely banners ♡ constructive criticism welcome, and apologies for any errors ^_^

[seishroo]

cw: suggestive, mdni

thinking abt going shopping with clingybf!nagi, who literally cannot keep his hands off of u ..

carefully searching through the racks of clothing? he’s right there, hugging you from behind while he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “sei! we’re in public”, you whisper-yell. “smells.. so good..”, he says in return. kudos to that new perfume you chose to wear today.

deciding to try some of the pieces on? you can’t leave him behind! you'll just have to sneak the both of you into the dressing room so you don’t get kicked out the store..

honestly, who thought this was a good idea? the moment you’re standing in nothing but your cutesi undergarments, his hands find purchase on your waist again. “seiii”, you scold onto deaf ears. “can’t wait till we get home, baby..”, he mutters as he begins tracing every inch of your skin with a slow sense of desperation, “ ‘s too much of a hassle being patient”.

well, guess your only option is to be quiet then! and maybe don’t bring clingybf!nagi on any more shopping sprees.

you 100% will.

an: ugh im sick asf and i can't sleep so little drabble of bf yay :p

© seishroo | much love ꨄ

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── PRETTY PRIVILEGE . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka you're jake's pretty, and he'll always give you pretty (princess) privilege.

── sim jaeyun xf!reader ౨ৎ wc. 981 ⌗ crack, fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption, literally just crack, jake loves to spoil yn ugh when is it my turn

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── this one's a cutesy, short & sweet one! just a lil slice of life for ya. i love these little slices of life of jakeyn, pls give me more ideas/scenarios because they're my literal babies im never letting them go ever ever ever ever ever ever

You wake up feeling like death incarnate.

Your skull is throbbing. Your throat is dry. Your stomach is playing a dangerous game of will I or won’t I hurl all over my sheets?

The sunshine slipping through your curtains feel personally offensive to your eyes, and worst of all—

Your memory is vaguely plagued with Jungwon’s voice yelling at you to take just one more shot, because it’s in the name of lifelong friendship.

And you, the absolute genius you are, agreed.

Your life is in shambles.

You’re one second away from giving up on your future and letting the bed consume you when—

“Morning, pretty.”

The voice is soft. Sweet. Familiar.

And infuriatingly cheerful.

You groan, cracking one eye open to see your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed close to you, smiling down at you like he woke up next to Sleeping Beauty herself and not a half-dead raccoon.

“Ew,” you croak, “Why do you sound so alive.”

Jake chuckles, bright and so boyish, entirely too entertained the suffering of your consequences, “Because I wasn’t the one peer pressured into drinking my body weight in tequila.”

You let out a dramatic groan, flipping your body face-first into your pillow, “This is why I have trust issues. Never speaking to Jungwon ever again. Ever.”

“Mmhm. Sure you aren’t,” Jake hums, poking your cheek. “Anyway. Sit up.”

You let out a long whine into your pillow, kicking your feet in protest, “Whyyyyy—”

“Because I made you breakfast.”

Your head jerks up from the pillow.

You crack one eye open.

And sure enough, right there on your nightstand—

An entire set up you didn’t notice before.

A perfect omelette—with cheese and onions and ham and slightly overcooked because Jake knows you won’t have it any other way.

Next to it, a small bowl of chopped fruit, a glass of ice water, two painkillers, and—

“Pause. Is that my iced peach latte?”

“Yup,” Jake smiles proudly, nodding as he reaches over to pass the cup to you, “70% sugar. Less ice. I bribed the barista with a 20% tip to give me a plastic straw because I know you hate the paper ones.”

You take a slow sip. Let it sink in. Then you look back at him.

“God, I love you.”

Jake watches as you flop dramatically onto your stomach again, blindly reaching out to grab a strawberry…and miserably failing.

“Baby, just sit up,” he lets out a laugh, guiding you upright with his annoyingly gentle hands, fluffing your pillow behind you to lean against the headboard. “Much better.”

You sigh, leaning against the headboard, melting into the comfort of your bed as he tucks the blanket perfectly around your legs, “I don’t deserve this.”

Jake snorts, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your temple, “You deserve everything.”

Once you’re settled in your place, you look down and—

Wait.

You blink.

Once. Then twice.

Your (read: Jake’s) favorite hoodie is draped over your body instead of last night’s party dress. Your hands reach up to your face and—it’s clean. Your makeup is already off. And your hair? Well, god forbid it’s still messy after your slumber, but it’s not a bird’s nest. Which means—

“Did you…like. Take care of me last night?”

Jake lets out a chuckle as he feeds you a piece of omelette, “What else am I supposed to do? Let you drool all over your pillow with mascara smudged up to your forehead?”

You choke on the mouthful of food, “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, oh my god is right—” Jake just snickers, remembering the vivid memories from the night before. “You’re lucky I love you, because last night you were literally the most annoying drunk in existence—”

“HEY—”

“—you made Sunghoon hold your heels while you piggybacked Jay—”

“Oh, that’s actually kinda funny—”

“—then you cried because you saw a billboard of a puppy adoption center and wanted to pet the dog on the poster—”

“...Okay, fine, that one sounds accurate—”

“—and then, my personal favorite, you demanded I play with your hair and sing you songs until you fell asleep.”

You pause.

Jake is full-on grinning now, smile wide and full of endearment as he’s clearly reveling in the way your cheeks turn pink.

“I hate you,” you mumble before opening your mouth to let him feed you another bite.

Jake chuckles, feeding you another spoon before nudging you over so he can slide under the blanket next to you, “You love me.”

You huff dramatically, your cheeks warm as you drop your head onto his shoulder, “Unfortunately.”

Jake presses another kiss into your hair—warm and soft and so, so clearly smitten.

“And fortunately for you, I accept all forms of Y/N, including this spoiled gremlin princess version of you.”

You roll your eyes, but cuddle in closer, his arm wrapping around your waist naturally.

He grabs another strawberry and lifts it to your lips, “Say ahh.”

You snort, but open up anyways, accepting it at this point.

“I should drink more often if this is the treatment I get.”

Jake faces you with a look of fond exasperation, “You mean the pretty privilege?”

“Yup,” you flash him a smug grin, nudging his shoulder. “You’re really gonna let me get away with everything forever because I’m cute, huh?”

“Yes,” he says. Instantly. Without blinking.

“Even when I cry over billboard dogs?”

“Especially when you cry over billboard dogs.”

You grin wider.

“Sounds like a you problem. I almost feel sorry.”

Jake smirks, cutting another bite and feeding it to you, “Sounds like a me win.”

And honestly?

With him holding you close, spoon-feeding your breakfast, brushing your hair out of your face—

You’d believe it too.

Because, maybe your hangover is hell.

And maybe you’ll never speak to Jungwon ever again.

But being Jake’s spoiled little gremlin princess?

Yeah.

That’s definitely your prettiest privilege.

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bite me

Lando Norris x reader

summary: lando’s just too biteable and reader takes advantage of it.

warnings: very extremely fluffy.

A/N: i have love ‘love bites’ they’re so cutesy and UGH i love biting peoples cheeks :p ENJOOYYYY, LOVE U SWEET THINGS!!!!

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it’s one of those lazy afternoons where time feels slower, like the world outside the windows doesn’t even exist. you and lando are half-sprawled on the couch, limbs tangled in the way they always end up when you’re both too comfortable to care.

he’s flipping through something on his phone, thumb scrolling lazily, while you’re tucked against his side, your hand resting on his chest. you’re not even watching the tv anymore — you’re too busy tracing slow circles over the soft fabric of his t-shirt, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

you don’t even think about it. not really. you just lean in and press a kiss to his cheek — a quick, warm thing, meant to get his attention. but the second your lips land, you can’t help it; your teeth graze his skin, just the tiniest bit.

lando flinches like he wasn’t expecting it, glancing down at you with a mock-offended look. “did you just bite me?”

you grin against his skin, not even pretending to deny it. “maybe.”

he shakes his head, but he’s smiling too, and you can feel the way his arm tightens a little around your waist, tugging you even closer. he always pretends to be annoyed, but he never actually moves away.

you go back to tracing lazy shapes on him, but it doesn’t take long before the impulse comes back. it’s stupid, really — the way you just want to bite him, to leave tiny marks like you’re some kind of overexcited puppy. maybe it’s because he’s so close, so warm, so him.

this time you aim lower, pressing a kiss just under his jawline. he tilts his head without thinking, giving you more space, and you take full advantage — a soft kiss, a firmer one, and then your teeth catching lightly at the sensitive skin there.

“oi,” he says, squirming half-heartedly. “you’re gonna leave a mark.”

“good,” you murmur, pressing your mouth against the spot again like an apology, but not really meaning it. you love the idea of him carrying little pieces of you, hidden under the collar of his shirt, tucked into the crook of his neck.

he laughs, low and fond, and drops his phone onto the coffee table without even looking. like he’s decided he’d rather deal with you and your biting problem than whatever he was doing before.

“you’re a menace,” he tells you, poking your side.

you just nuzzle into him, undeterred. your hand slips under the hem of his t-shirt, finding the warm skin of his stomach. his muscles twitch under your touch, and you can’t help yourself — you press another kiss to his shoulder, your teeth catching lightly on the curve of it.

“can’t help it,” you mumble against him. “you’re just… biteable.”

he huffs out a laugh, but when you look up, he’s already watching you with that look — the one that’s a little too soft, a little too much for your heart to handle.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” he says, pretending to grumble. but he pulls you closer again, hooking his chin over your head like he wants you there, right there, forever.

you hum in contentment, settling into him like you were made to fit there. your mouth finds the inside of his bicep next — he’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie, and the exposed skin is way too tempting. you kiss the warm stretch of muscle, then graze your teeth along it, leaving the faintest little indent.

he doesn’t even bother protesting this time. just sighs dramatically and lets you do whatever you want.

“remind me why i put up with this?” he mutters.

you grin up at him, mischievous and so full of love it almost aches. “because you’re obsessed with me.”

lando snorts. “yeah. unfortunately.”

but he’s smiling so hard his cheeks hurt, and when you finally lift your head to meet his eyes, he leans down to kiss you — slow and sweet and dizzying. his hand cradles the back of your head, and when he pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours, breathing you in.

“keep biting me,” he whispers, so soft you almost don’t catch it. “i don’t mind.”

you smile against his lips, your heart thudding stupidly loud in your chest, and you think — yeah. you’re definitely never stopping.

THE END :>

[norrisainz33]

foodie pt2. || platonic grid

summary: a grid dinner sponsored by y/n, everyone's favorite f1 driver and food influencer

pairing: driver!reader x platonic grid

fc & warnings: none!

pt 1 | masterlist

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user1: it’s so wild to me to see drivers out here doing normal things like going to the shops

estebanocon: can’t wait for dinner tonight ❤️

ynuser: and i can’t wait to see you and flavy 🫶🏻

user2: GRID DINNER 🗣️

charlesleclerc: alex won’t stop talking about how excited she is for tonight

ynuser: ugh my girl 😩🫶🏻

lando: you getting more than macarons or?

ynuser: yeah tons of fish… didnt you read the menu i sent around?

lando: uh no….. but seems i should…..

user3: if someone doesn’t live tweet this dinner i’ll scream

yourbff: you are so brave for hosting all those men in your cutesy barbie dream house 😩

ynuser: i know… i’m worried one of them is going to get something on my new white couch

yourbff: odds it’s lando or franco

ynuser: honestly my bet is on george

user4: need that bag now

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formulafoodie: my love language is acts of service and fresh veggies 🤍

p.s follow along as i cook dinner for my coworkers

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lando: omg does this mean you love me

formulafoodie: no

maxfewtrell: CLEARED

user5: i just laughed out loud

user4: eeeeeek

lewishamilton: same

formulafoodie: you get me

user5: notifs are turned ON i am ready for these updates

yukitsunoda0511: 😋🍝

formulafoodie: 👩🏾‍🍳

user6: i wanna be a fly on the wall in her house so bad

astonmartinf1: 🤍💚

user7: protect y/n at all costs! this is so wholesome

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the first chime of the doorbell rang out pulling you from your final round of appetizer arranging. you glanced over the marble countertop one last time, straightening a garnish here and a slice there, the savory aroma of your cooking already filling the air. after a quick hair adjustment and a slip into your favorite heels, you skipped over to the door heart fluttering slightly with excitement and some nerves.

opening the door, you were greeted by a burst of chatter and laughter. esteban and flavy stood front and center, followed by charles, alex, yuki, pierre, and kika all of which were wearing grins that mirrored your own. just down the hallway, you caught lando’s unmistakable laugh echoing as he chatted animatedly with max, lance, lewis and the rest of the grid, their footsteps quickening as they caught up with the group.

“come on in!” you beamed as you stepped aside to usher everyone in.

“y/n/n/! it smells incredible in here!” kika gushed, already slipping out of her coat and making a beeline for the kitchen.

“aw thank you kiks,” you smiled, cheeks warming from the compliment. the sight of your friends, all cozy and comfortable in your space, made your heart feel full.

everyone began to migrate toward the kitchen island, admiring the carefully plated bites you’d prepared. glasses clinked as people helped themselves to the various drinks you meticulously crafted, laughter rising as familiar banter kicked off between charles and pierre.

“i brought you something!” lando called out over the chatter, his trademark grin in place with his hands suspiciously tucked behind his back.

“oh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with amusement as he made his way toward you.

with a little dramatic flair lando revealed a big pastel colored box from behind him and placed it gently on the counter. you opened it to find a beautifully decorated cake inside, delicate piping spelling out a simple but sweet message: "thank you."

“i can’t cook like you obviously,” he said with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “so it is store bought BUT i wanted to do something for you.”

you giggled, “lando this is so sweet. i love it so much.”

he shrugged with that proud little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “just trying to impress the hostess. you’ve set the bar terrifyingly high i won't lie.”

the others gathered around, admiring the cake and teasing lando about his “brownie points,” while you laughed and began ushering everyone to the dining area where the real feast was about to begin.

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user2: this is literally so cute

astonmartinf1: can we have a piece?

ynuser: ofc you can admin! i wish you were able to be here with us!!

astonmartinf1: i know me too bestie. next time 🤍

lando: doing the most for the hostess with the mostest

ynuser: 🥹🥹 you sweetie pie! almost makes me forget how badly i want to run you into the wall most races

lando: its alllllll part of my charm ms girl

user4: i need me a man like lando pulling up with a cake thats my favorite color with my favorite flowers on it

pierregasly: he just insists on showing us all up huh

ynuser: i mean.... george and carmen brought flowers and KIKA brought me a necklace so...... whats your excuse?

pierregasly: ..... the necklace was funded by me does that count?

ynuser: no xxoo

user18: am i catching a little bit of a romance here? perhaps a little crush?

roscoelovescoco: i wishes i was theres withs you my favorite aunties!

ynuser: roscoe my sweet babbyyyyyyyyy. i can't wait to see you in silverstone soon

user1: ok so first grid dinner update is that lando out shown everyone and brought a cake

lhughes_06: 📝get her a cake

ynuser: 😏 i do like cakes

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user4: first of all y/n is a goddess and second of all ,, i cant believe thats her house?! and she went through all that trouble for the drivers?

ynuser: my sweet baby girl i love you endlessly 🤍

iamrebeccad: i love you more pretty princess

user12: ok so this grid dinner is way nicer than i expected. y/n has outdone herself

lando: good lord shes gorgeous

iamrebeccad: yes she is but why are you noticing that sir

lando: um i don't know what you're talking about rebe!

iamrebeccad: carlos will be getting to the bottom of this!

lando: NOOOOO DONT INVOLVE CARLITOS

lando: damn you told him quick its been not even 1 minute and hes giving me a look across the table

alexandrasaintmleux: thats our pretty best friend!

iamrebeccad: yes ❤️

user21: i wish netflix was there filming all of this. i'd give my left leg to know what was said

astonmartinf1: GORGEOUS!

dior: effortlessly beautiful

iamrebeccad: ❤️

user14: y/n is the entire package. she can cook, she can drive, she is funny, she is beautiful, shes so incredibly smart... i dont get how its possible for someone to be this perfect

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the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of anticipation filled the room as everyone found their seats around your large wooden dining table. you had set it with care - soft linen napkins, mismatched but charming ceramic plates, loads of fresh flowers and flickering candles that cast a warm glow across everyone’s faces. the scent of roasted garlic, fresh herbs and something buttery hung heavy in the air.

as you brought over a tray of baked burrata-stuffed squash blossoms, yuki gasped dramatically.

“is this even legal? you’re a driver and you cook like this?” he teased leaning forward as if to inspect the dish.

“i feel like I should be intimidated,” pierre added raising an eyebrow and nudging charles who was sat next to him. “she’s too powerful.”

“i’m honestly reconsidering my entire life,” charles muttered with mock seriousness. “like, what am I doing?”

“you’re getting out-qualified by her next weekend, that’s what,” max quipped dryly, earning a chorus of “ooooohs” around the table.

you rolled your eyes with a smile, placing another platter full of food down in the center of the table. “don’t even try it,” you warned wagging a finger at charles before he could make some remark about your aston not being able to beat his scarlett ferrari.

“i'm only here to try the food, not you mon ami! I promise,” he replied.

meanwhile, flavy and kika were already deep in a conversation with alex and the lily's about your herb garden setup. esteban was trying to explain a complicated new tiktok trend to lewis who just blinked and slowly nodded clearly not getting it.

lando who was seated beside you, leaned over and whispered, “i think yuki is going to try and steal your recipes.”

you leaned in slightly and whispered back with a smirk. “my recipes stay with me.”

lando pouted dramatically “and maybe with me?”

“i don't know about you.”

lance suddenly raised his glass pulling you out of your conversation wtih lando. “alright everyone it is time for a toast! cheers to y/n for being the best chef, the most supportive teammate and honestly, the only person who could wrangle all of us into one room without starting a full fight.”

everyone raised their glasses and cheers and clinking glasses echoing through the room. you flushed with happiness, cheeks warm from the wine, the compliments and the unmistakable joy of having your people all around you.

“ok real talk,” flavy said, her wine glass swaying slightly as she pointed her fork toward the middle of the table. “if we were all on on bake off.... who’s making it past week one?”

“me,” lewis said instantly with the confidence of a man who'd once perfected vegan banana bread. “precision is key in baking it’s just like engineering.”

“yeah but you’d lose it the moment paul hollywood gave you anything less than a handshake,” albono teased.

“ok but george would definitely cry if his sponge collapsed,” kika chimed in sending half the table into laughter.

george gasped and fake clutched his pearls, “excuse me!! some of us are in touch with our emotions!”

“and some of us can’t cook rice,” esteban added with a smirk nodding toward lance.

the tips of lance's ears instantly turned red “that was one time! ONE TIME!”

“was it though?” pierre questioned swirling his wine like a villain in a soap opera. “because I happen to remember a weekend in spa that featured crunchy rice.”

“I like crunchy rice!” lance defended.

“you lied about liking crunchy rice,” flavy corrected, pointing at him with her breadstick.

max who had been quietly sipping his drink with a smug look finally spoke up. “let’s be honest, if this was a survival cooking show, i’d win. i’m efficient, i follow instructions and i don’t ever panic.”

“you also once used salt instead of sugar in brownies,” charles interjected not even looking up from his plate.

“that was an experiment cha.”

“an experiment in poisoning,” you added which caused another ripple of laughter around the table.

“i think lando would just charm the judges and wing it,” lily z said tilting her head thoughtfully.

lando grinned, puffing his chest out a bit. “exactly! i’d be like, ‘i don’t know what a genoise sponge is, but here’s a chocolate lava cake that may or may not have exploded in the oven.’”

“and then you’d flash that cheeky smile and somehow make it to the final,” oscar rolled his eyes.

“you guys are something else,” you laughed shaking your head as you reached to refill your glass. “not a single stable sous-chef in this room.”

“you know,” lewis said looking around as the room buzzed with overlapping chatter, “if netflix ever wanted to make drive to dine, we’ve already got the cast.”

“and the main character is obviously y/n,” lando added nudging your knee under the table. “our fearless kitchen commander.”

you laughed shaking your head. this dinner was everything you could have hoped for.

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formulafoodie: thankful for coworkers as wonderful as these

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lance_stroll: thankful for you!

formulafoodie: you're the best teammate lanceypoo

user18: lanceypoo im crying

user12: this is so wholesome

lando: and im thankful to have a coworker as cool as you

formulafooide: i do make the grid significantly cooler

charlesleclerc: that is true

lewishamilton: you are the coolest one here y/n

flavy.barla: forever grateful to you for having us!!

formulafoodie: you are always welcome my dear

user1: y/n is the best thing to happen to the grid

netflix: wish we were there!

formulafoodie: you get enough of us LOL

user11: i'm obsessed w this, also clocking how close lando is standing to y/n/n

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[comically-callous]

Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade reacting to his gender neutral crush kissing him because they're so in love with him before apologising when they realised what they just did please?

Ofc!!

X-Men with a gn!crush!Reader who suddenly kisses them 🤯🤯🤯

Includes: Remy LeBeau, Wade Wilson, Logan Howlett, and Kurt Wagner

A/n: I love them a normal amount. This took me a long time to write because tumblr kept deleting all of my work 😋😋😋 But, it’s here now. Hope you freaks annoy it. Requests are OPEN 💜

Remy:

It happens one day when you guys are in the kitchen cooking together

Remy (ever the opportunist) is helping you out by occasionally guiding your hands or gently grabbing your waist/hips whenever he moves past you. And you're definitely not complaining

Overall, the vibes are very flirtatious and cutesy, and you sort of get caught up in it.

After the food is in the oven and Remy is washing dishes, you walk over and kiss him.

Remy damn near drops the bowl he was rinsing, but he manages to keep his cool and almost immediately starts kissing you back

You're the first to pull away because it suddenly clicks for you that you're kissing your friend, so you break the kiss to start apologizing

"What you apologizing for, mon Ami?"

"I kissed you."

"And? I certainly didn't mind."

Remy has liked you for a while. That was pretty obvious to everyone. Everyone except you, since you thought he was just being flirty with you like he was with nearly everyone.

But, that's obviously not the case. He makes sure to make that very clear.

Once all of your feelings are cleared up, Remy pulls you closer to him by your hips and smirks softly. "You wanna try and kiss me again? For real this time?"

His ass did NOT finish those dishes 💀

Logan:

He comes back from a long mission, exhausted and not really in the mood for dealing with anyone

Well, that is until he sees you walking down the hallway. Then he decides he can maybe deal with one more person.

You're happy to see him back, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace that he didn't know he needed

"Ugh, I missed you!"

“You say that every time I come back from a mission."

"Yeah, because it's true."

He missed you too, but you don't need to know that.

You pull back from him just to lean in and kiss him.

That's probably the last thing he expected you to do. I mean, yeah he really like you, but he'd always been certain that you'd never want a guy like him.

After a moment of shock, he starts kissing you back, arms tightening around you

You pull away to ask "is this okay?" And he doesn’t even let you finish, just pulls you in for another kiss.

Sorry. He’s just wanted this for such a long time.

Wade:

He's liked you for a pretty long time. But, he knows you probably won’t like him back with how he looks. And he tells himself he’s fine with that.

But, since you two have been friends for a while, you get curious. So, you ask if you can see his face.

He agrees eventually and pulls his mask off to show you.

Normally he doesn't get so nervous to show people his real face. But, it's different with you. He doesn't think he can just laugh off your disgust.

When he pulls his mask off and your eyes widen, he immediately assumes the worst

"Yeah. Hideous, I know. Not the chiseled supermodel that I sound like under the-"

"Wade, you're like, hot."

"Excuse me?"

He can't believe it. Actually, he doesn't believe it. After you repeat yourself, he starts telling you that he doesn't need you to lie to him and that's when you cut him off with a kiss.

He pulls away immediately just because of utter shock "Woah! Cool down, hot stuff. What are you doing?"

You tell him you've always liked him, and that you still like him (maybe even like him more) now that he's shown you his face.

He's over the moon.

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner? We could've been doing this all along!"

"Doing what?"

And then he kisses you again. Heheheheehehehe 👅👅👅

Kurt:

Kurt loves helping you with anything and everything whenever he can. It’s one of the ways he shows his appreciation for you.

So, when you receive a (very minor) injury during training, he’s at your side almost immediately

He drags you away and makes you sit down, treating your small cut as if it were a leg that had fallen off

“Don’t move, Schatz. I will be back with a first aid kit.”

“Kurt, you don’t need to-“

“Stay, please.”

So, you let him patch you up, and he does far too much for a wound that you could probably just slap a bandaid over

But, you don’t mind. You admire him as he’s crouched down to the floor, delicately treating the small cut on your knee

And then he looks up at you with those bright, yellow eyes and he smiles. And you can’t help yourself. You lean down to him and kiss him.

This poor boy is so surprised he can’t do anything. He just freezes up. So, you assume you’ve done something wrong and you pull away.

“I’m so sorry. I thought- I was just-“

“Please do that again.”

“What?”

“Please.”

And you do 🧚‍♀️

[koqabear]

do you know that clip of soobin where he said if he had a gf he’s the type to be dragged around in relationship???? i’m going insane imagining him saying yes obediently to whatever we want like he’ll just follow along (how cute 💔)

yes OF COURSE i know about that damn clip. it haunts my waking hours actually.

(bc this is mostly a smut blog im gonna assume that’s what you wanted… if not im so sorry and can redo it 🙏🙏)

smut under the cut, mdni.

but ugh. soobin is just a cutie…. no thoughts in his head. he’s just there for the sole purpose of serving his girlfriend and doing whatever the hell she wants him to. wanna go to a fancy restaurant? reservation done. shopping? he’ll pay, he’ll hold your bags— going to the beach? oh, he’ll take so many instagram worthy pics of you. would hold your hand and follow you blindly for the rest of his life if that’s what you wanted.

contrary to public sentiment, and his tall and broad build, that man loves to get pushed around— come back home after a long day of work with those fiery eyes of yours, throw off your coat and kick off your shoes before you go find him in the kitchen, and hes already bursting out in goosebumps in anticipation of your heavy, angry footfalls that stomp closer to him.

pull him away from his spot at the counter, he doesn’t care— stumbling back as you tighten your hold on that cutesy bow he’s tied on his apron, hands falling limp at his sides as you eventually push him into a chair where he sits patiently.

staring up at you with wide, sparkling eyes; just in awe at the way you scowl at him, so mean and furious that it already has him leaking pathetically into his boxers.

loves it when you treat him like this— just a toy for you to use and destress, squirming beneath you as you ride him so good, eyes squeezing shut and swollen lips parted to let out weak whines-- his hair is a mess from how much you've tugged at it, skin raw from the places you've scratched, sucked, and bit at; his mind is nothing but mush and he's lost track of how many times he's cum inside you, a mess of your slick and his release coating his lap and helping you continue this torture-- yet no matter how much he sobs and whimpers about how overwhelmed he is, he'll stay perfectly still and let you do whatever you want to him. If that's what makes you happy, of course.

[bernardsbendystraws]

｡˚ʚ Bubble .ᐟ Reader x Chris

Chris makes you feel safe by making the car all cutesy <3

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“You like it, baby?” Chris asks, a hopefully smile etched on his face as he tugs your hand in his tighter. 

Your vision is blurry. Everything about this is so utterly sweet that it makes you feel dizzy. 

“Chris…” you breathe, your voice cracking with admiration as you take in the sight of his car in the driveway. A comforting blanket of warmth falls over you as the heat from his gentle touch spreads throughout your body. 

Chris crinkles his nose with excitement, dragging you closer to the scene in front of you. 

It’s beautiful. Chris knew you weren’t a huge fan of cars. They made you anxious, so many things could go wrong. The thought of that made you stiff in his passenger seat ever since he got his license. 

What if he lost focus? What if another driver was being reckless? What if the car somehow just exploded?

But suddenly, you weren’t thinking of those worries as Chris helps you sit in the passenger seat of his car. He walks around the vehicle, climbing behind the wheel as he gleams at you with a yearning for approval. 

“Whatcha think?” he questions. 

Your heart stutters in your chest as you take everything in. The car doesn’t seem as daunting. There’s a faux stained glass on the sunroof of his car, the rainbow reflections glowing on the tops of his cheekbones. 

A deep sigh escapes your lips. You reach over, cupping his jaw as you look around the vehicle. There’s tiny charms placed on the air vents, a cute air freshening dangling from the rear view mirror, and a small box of cookies placed on top of the dash. 

“Chris, this…ugh,” you turn to face him, leaning over until your noses are touching, “-it’s perfect, thank you.” you remark. 

“Anything for my girl,” he hums, pecking your lips before turning his keys in the ignition, “-now, does my girl want ice cream for her cookies?” he asks. 

Your lips curl into a smile as you give a gentle grin. Chris' face mimics yours, his gaze softening as he traces your face with his eyes, trying to imprint how heavenly you look. 

He made you feel good, he made you feel loved and appreciated. That alone is enough to make this entire day the best day of his life. 

“Mhm, I’d love ice cream.” you remark. 

How could you say no?

I love these two sm. I hope you like the lil moodboard I post for this. I'll link it HERE (jk I added it at the top) if you wanna check it out! Idk why but this made me really emotional. Innocent love where the other is trying to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible makes me crumble to the floor in sobs lol. Anyhow....

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

HI ILY!!! i was wondering if u could do a argument fic likeeeee katsuki and reader got into a argument and they are both DISTRAUGHT bc they’re so corny and in love and hate fighting but the argument was bad and they’re oh so sad whatever whatever !! and katsuki has to make it up to them EEE !! PLEASE I LIVE EAT SLEEP AND BREATHE UR FANFICS !! LOVE U CASHHH🤍

operation : trouble in paradise !

katsuki tries to get his boyfriend privileges back..

EEEE TYSM AND I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS ASK !! Its my guilty pleasure like both parties hating to argue bc they love each other so much im so sorry that’s adorable. and again ty SOOO much !!! hope you enjoy, ive actually gotten a similar ask, so that one ill try to have that come out soon !

FEM READER, katsuki is melodramatic, argument, fluff fluff despite argument, 3rd year bk squad boys !, kissing, making up yipeee, reader likes flowers,lemme know if i missed sum else !

“she fuckin’ hates me.”

for the past ten minutes he’d barged into kirishima’s room, bakugou has been moping. wallowing, even.

“no she doesn’t, man..” kirishima reassured. for the umpteenth time, he’s honestly lost count. he’d tried putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder earlier but said boy had shrugged him off angrily, grumbling out a dramatic “don’t touch me.” despite being flopped face down on his bed.

“i know her better, kirishima. yes she does.” the blonde insists, voice muffled by the redhead’s pillows. kirishima sighs, patting his friends leg before making his way to his office chair across from the bed, ignoring the muffled grumbles bakugou lets out.

“how bout you just..go apologize ?”

“i already told you i can’t. she—”

“yeah, she hates you. got it.” kirishima finishes his friends sentence, causing the blond to groan. “look dude, you’ll never know unless you try. you’ve been together for ages now.”

“a year.” katsuki corrects, he purposely forgets to mention he knows exactly how many months it has been too. kirishima nods excitedly, trying to get him out of his frankly sad state. “yeah ! so, this shouldn’t be anything man. arguments happen all the time, no matter how much you love each other.”

katsuki feels his ears burn at the word love on his friends lips, he’s told you he loved you of course. but it still felt weird to acknowledge it.

he turns just enough for his scowl to be visible to his friend, who sends him an encouraging smile.

“so what the fuck do i do then ?” kirishima grins wider, sharp teeth on display. “there we go, that’s more like ya, dude !” he exclaims. he quickly shuffles to grab a notepad strewn onto his messy desk (kirishima’s desk was so messy it made katsuki itch sometimes, a shiver almost passes through him whenever he sees the state it’s in)

kirishima drops onto the floor, placing the notepad onto his mattress and scribbling, with a pen katsuki has no idea where he fished out, a messy “operation: get your bf privileges back !!!!!!” bakugou fixes kirishima with a dead look, the other only tilts his head, still cheerful.

“what ?”

“what the fuck is this, kirishima.”

kirishima scoffs at the blonde’s dead tone, “listen man, you wanna win your girlfriend back or not ?!” bakugou squints at him, hard. but only let’s out a loud sigh. kirishima takes that as his answer and with a nod continues writing down notes.

katsuki groans to himself, looking down at his friend scribbling down his grand plan, and he better hope it works.

maybe you should call him..

no, you won’t. it was his fault you were like this anyway.

..but maybe you went a bit too far..?

ugh. you groan, rolling around in your bed. you’d tried to distract yourself by going through your tiktok feed but it seemed the world was against you or your fbi agent hated your guts. your feed was either overly cutesy couples content that made you miss your angry blond, or break up videos that made you miss him even more.

ugh. you shove your head even harder in your pillows.

you’re really trying to hold your ground, because you want katsuki to know he’d hurt your feelings, but now that you think about it you don’t even remember what you’d argued about. it was petty for sure, you’re about 80% sure it was a petty argument.

maybe you should—

you shake your head, steeling your nerves. so what if it was a dumb argument ?! that didn’t mean he could get away with everything!

“uuuugh,” you groan out loud, you miss your katsuki.

a knock at your door startles you. it must be mina, you’d texted her earlier that you were mad at your boyfriend and she’d told you that she “excepted all the deets of what his dumbass did this time as SOON as i get back !!!!” and you were waiting, maybe venting about it could make you feel better and less dramatic.

you open your door expecting to see your overly excited best friend. but instead—

flowers, almost whacking you in the face you might add, are shoved in your face before you can get a word out. you squeak in shock, they’re pretty though, your favorites. and you know only one person who knows what your favorite flowers are.

“wh-katsuki ?!”

and there he is, red faced and angry. scowl on his face and bouquet of pretty flowers in hand.

you can’t tear your eyes away from him, he can’t keep his eyes in one spot—flying from you occasionally to your door to the flowers and repeat. he blinks, you blink.

“here.” he grunts, waving the flowers towards you. “f’r you.” he glances at you.

“o-oh !” you exclaim suddenly, whisking the flowers towards yourself. the bouquet is big, it’s definitely a bit bigger than your head. katsuki searches your face to gauge your reaction“i—uhm! thank you..” you utter shyly, katsuki grunts. he shoves his hands in his pockets the moment you’ve gripped the bouquet, kicking at something you can’t see on the floor.

your heart skips a beat. tentatively, you lean against the door “didn’t take you for a flower guy..”

he scoffs, kicking the toe of his sneakers against the floor “‘m not.. but you like these, right ?”

trick question. he knows you do, you mentioned in passing these were your favorites, unless you suddenly decided you didn’t like these anymore. then he’s fucked. but he decides to continue despite the worry growing in his lower belly, the plan was already a go now.

“i—uhm, listen..” your boyfriend fumbles, he throws his head back and groans when his words won’t come out right. you give him a tiny smile, his eyes soften just a bit.

“i fucked up, okay ?” he admits, scratching at his nape “shouldn’t have said all that shit to you, or whatever..” you can tell he’s beyond embarrassed. he’d melt if he could get any redder, he keeps scratching and won’t look at you for more than a few seconds at a time and katsuki who’s always the loudest in the room can barely manage a mumble. you know he means it though, he never did anything he didn’t feel like doing. you wait for him to continue and he looks at you then.

“i don’t ever like arguing with you. ever.” he insists “so jus..forgive me, kay ?” he finishes quietly. your heart jumps and leaps and you can’t stand acting cold anymore. you walk a bit closer to him, the flowers block you from fully being close to him.

katsuki’s eyes are wide as you lean in to kiss right next to his lips, you laugh at his bewildered expression and his eyes soften when he snaps out of it. he rolls his eyes, you smile wider.

“i forgive you, i’m sorry too. i don’t like arguing with you either..” you admit, katsuki reaches for your hand, you feel the tips of his fingers brush against your skin, you give it to him and he grips it tight. then he leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, it’s a sweet little apology kiss that turns a bit too passionate after a while, and you pull him towards you and into your room away from prying eyes. katsuki kicks the door shut behind him and pulls you closer by your waist.

“guess i gotta—thank shitty hair..” he mumbles in between kisses, “an’ i owe him twenty bucks.”

you make a noise against his lips and pull away, raising a brow and holding his shoulders when he tries to lean in to kiss you again. “what’s that mean ?”

your boyfriend huffs “told shitty hair i’d give him twenty bucks if his shitty plan worked.”

“plan, what plan ?” you ask, katsuki squints at you, a grumbling noise comes from his throat, almost a whine.

“yer really gonna make me spell it out aren’t you..” he mutter bitterly, shoving his head in your neck. he continues, “shitty hair helped me come up with a plan to make you not mad at me anymore. i told him it wouldn’t work, he said it would, and we bet on it.”

you laugh in disbelief, katsuki chomps at your neck to silence you, squeezes his arms tighter around your stomach to make you wheeze, but you can’t stop laughing. “that’s so cute !”

“shaddup.” he growls in response. you muffle your giggles in his shoulder. katsuki grumbles some more and you run your hands up and down his back.

“well then,” you hum, pressing a kiss to his nape, his arms around you tighten. “i guess we’ll both have to thank kiri then.”

[rainrot4me]

Now that we've seen what the creeps+proxies would call the reader, what would the creeps+proxies WANT to be called BY the reader? 🐒🐒🐒

✦ . jeff the killer

• “Pretty boy” (yes, really)

• “Baby” (when you’re smug about it)

• “Motherfucker” (in bed = yes pls)

He acts like he hates the cutesy ones, but the second you coo “pretty boy” at him with a smug grin? He’s eating it up.

“Tch. You’re a bitch… Say it again.”

✦ . ticci toby

• “Tobes” / “Toby” (soft and grounding)

• “My boy”

• “Good boy” (dies instantly)

If you use “Tobes” when you’re trying to comfort or seduce him, you’ll short-circuit his brain. “Good boy” makes his legs go weak. (Imagine that animation of a guy floating towards the smell of a pie on the windowsill, that’s him.) He’ll deny it, but he wants to hear it every time.

“Ugh… shut up. No wait, say it again.”

✦ . eyeless jack

• “Sir” (especially during kinky scenes)

• “Love” / “Darling” (old-fashioned and tender)

• “Jack” (whispered, breathy, real)

He’s a sucker for being addressed with reverence or need. Hearing “Sir, please…” in a trembling voice might actually wreck him.

“Say my name. Not a title. My name.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

• “Sir” (he really likes control)

• “Handsome” (what man doesn’t want this)

• “Tim” (when he needs grounding)

If you’re moaning “Sir” while he’s got you pinned, it flips a primal switch. If you say “Tim” when he’s having a rough moment, it melts something deep in him.

“You know what you do to me, right?”

✦ . hoody (brian thomas)

• “Brian” (when it’s serious)

• “Daddy” (lowkey)

• “Mine” (soft possessiveness)

He doesn’t say much, but if you call him “Daddy” while pulling on his jacket collar, he’ll instantly react. The simple, whispered “Brian” in the middle of sex? That’s his breaking point.

”Say it again. I wanna hear you mean it.”

✦ . ben drowned

• “Player One” (nerdy but hot)

• “Glitch” (inside joke turned kink)

• “Baby boy” (acts annoyed, lives for it)

If you get cocky and call him “Baby boy,” he’ll pout, then try to wreck you to reclaim dominance. Doesn’t succeed. You win every time.

“You’re so annoying. Call me that again and see what happens.”

✦ . clockwork

• “Boss” (jokingly, sometimes not)

• “Ma’am” / “My lady”

• “Nat” (in soft, private moments)

Natalie thrives off being admired. You calling her “Boss” with a wicked grin? She’s dragging you into the nearest room. But if you just hold her and whisper “Nat,” she might tear up.

“You’ve got a mouth on you. Keep using it.”

✦ . laughing jack

• “Jacky”

• “Cutie”

• “My sweetheart” (yes, yes, yes)

He loves pet names that play into his theatrics. If you call him “Jacky” while sitting in his lap? He’s all over you.

“Ohh, you’re gonna make me blush—don’t stop now, sugar.”

✦ . slenderman

• “Master” (classy kink)

• “Sir” (he expects it)

• “Darling” / “Beloved” (if you’re bold)

He pretends not to care, but the power dynamics matter a lot to him. Call him “Master” in private and he’ll reward you in… very specific ways.

“Mmm. It sounds nice when you say it.”

꩜ .ᐟ

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ my boyfriend ranks... ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, cursing, TikTok trend, sex related joke)

It had been a lazy Sunday spent rotting away in fratboy!Jaehyun's bed while he and the brothers had a chapter meeting downstairs. Technically, you weren't even supposed to be in the house, but you were tens of feet away and realistically, who were you going to tell about all the stuff you might happen to hear a whole floor away? Absolutely no one. They only ever talked about boring shit anyway. No one would be interested.

All that paired with the fact that you had had a splitting headache shortly after you arrived and you were knocked out cold when the meeting started. None of the guys had the heart to wake you up to ask you to leave. Plus, you were a member of the frat, even if it was a sort of honorable title.

You scrolled through your for you page, stopping to watch as a couple tried out a filter. The guy ranked different types of physical touch he'd be ok with guys doing with his girlfriend. You laughed at the boyfriend's reactions quietly, deciding that you wanted to try it with Jaehyun.

Just a few minutes later, you heard steps as the brothers returned to their rooms. Jaehyun's door creaked open slowly as he crept in, probably thinking you were still asleep.

"Hey, baby," you greeted in a hoarse voice.

He flinched in surprise before he turned to you with a soft smile, "hey sweetheart, feeling better?"

You nodded, "tons better. It doesn't feel like someone is whacking the back of my head with a sledgehammer anymore. Come cuddle me?"

You didn't have to tell Jaehyun twice, he was kicking off his sneakers and getting rid of his jeans as fast as he could. He was at your side and pulling you to rest against his chest as fast as he could. He was breathless as he flicked on the lamp on his bedside table before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I want to do something with you," you started, grabbing your phone from your side.

"You have to change your password before we make a sex tape. I don't want Haechan accidentally watching you like that or to watch us go at it intentionally," Jaehyun casually interrupts.

You swat at his chest, "I don't want to make a sex tape you pervert. I want to do another tiktok with you."

"This is going to be bad isn't it?"

"It depends on the filter," you giggle as you tap away at the screen. You click the filter and choose the appropriate length of time while Jaehyun ruffles his hair to perfection.

You start the video, holding it at an appropriate distance away, "so you have to rank different forms of affection you'd be ok with another guy doing to me."

"Like a family member or a random guy?" Jaehyun asks while the filter cycles through different options.

"However you decide to think about it-- ok, so the first one is a bath."

"Fuck no, number 10. Immediately," Jaehyun mumbles. "Next is hair... mmm number 3 I guess. You and Yuta do each other's hair all the time, so I'm already used to it."

You smile at him as the filter then lands on tickling, immediate 9 since you hate to be tickled. A comforting hug? A 5 as long as it's a quick one. A piggy back ride? 6 since you ask Johnny for those when you start drinking a little too much. Getting your cheeks squeezed? No, too cutesy-- number 8. A pat on the cheek? Too weird, number 7.

As he starts running out of open ranking spots, he starts to get more frustrated. "A massage? No, I don't want anyone massaging you! 4! Riding on someone's shoulders, no-- but ugh! I guess it has to be 2."

You both watch as the final form of affection comes to a stop on Jaehyun's forehead, you immediately burst out into laughter. Jaehyun laughs with you and the phone shakes.

"Oh this would have been number one anyway," Jaehyun manages to get out, "Mark would love this shit."

"Freak!" You screech as you end the video.

You both calm down, catching your breath as you rewatch the video, your free hand wiping away the tears at the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard.

Jaehyun nuzzles the top of your head with another groan, "don't make me do one of these again, please."

"As if you can tell me no," you snort out a laugh, "you know I will. And you'll say yes, because you love me."

"You can't keep using that against me."

"You act like I torture you. Oh noooo! My girlfriend makes me do funny videos with her, boohoo. I can walk out of this room and find at least three people, probably more, to do them instead of you."

His hold tightens around you as you hit post, "you're not doing these videos with anyone else."

"Jealous baby," you tease, placing a kiss to his t-shirt covered chest.

"You're annoying."

"Yeah, yeah, you love me."

-

visual of Jaehyun's rankings below the cut

[womanofwords]

Frozen Heart (Part 18)

TW: forced infantilisation and yandere behaviour.

Bruce became even more smothering after Dr Tripp talked to him. "I had no idea what was happening to you, little one," he cooed, carrying you into the house. "But don't you worry, Daddy is taking care of everything."

"What? But no! Only Alfred can do this stuff for me! I want Alfred!" you wailed.

Bruce continued as if you weren't even saying anything. "This is going to be a steep learning curve, but we'll get through it. Dr Tripp said that this age regression stuff helps little ones like you. Well, we can do that. We'll do anything for you."

Bruce renovated your room scarily fast. Your room had a mural of a magical forest wrapped around the walls, and your clothes were a lot more cutesy than before. It was part nursery, part kindergarten classroom. Exactly what you needed to be raised in a loving home.

"You are so adorable, Y/N," Barbara gasped, brushing your hair. "Would you like accessories? Bows? Ribbons? Hair clips? You're getting whatever you want!"

"Don't overwhelm them, Barb!" Stephanie insisted. "Oh, our little Y/N will look so cute with anything!"

So adorable! Cass signed. She pointed at the chart of finger signs. Y/N, can you sign your name? What about our names?

The door slammed open. "Hand over Y/N or I'm gonna scream!" Dick yelled. "Jason, get away from me, you - UGH!"

Jason shoved Dick away from your room, leaving him sprawled on the floor. "Keep away from the door. I'm going to be taking care of them. You're way too much of a crybaby and you'll set them off," Jason grunted.

"I am the blood sibling and all of you will part for me!" Damian demanded, standing on Dick to do so.

"Honestly, you should be getting age regression therapy with them." Tim jerked a thumb over at Damian's direction. "Y/N needs the therapy and you need manners."

Damian's jaw dropped. "You can't make me do that. It's only a requirement for Y/N!"

"It could do you some good," Duke mused. "Hey, Damian, want a stuffed polar bear? It'll go well with Y/N's panda."

The boy assassin rolled his eyes. "I'm an Al Ghul and a Wayne. I do not require such insipid tokens of sentimentality."

You rolled your eyes. "Could I have a lollipop, please?"

Five hands shoved lollipops at you, waiting for you to take one. "What are you doing?" Barbara asked. "This is the sugar-free one that won't hurt their teeth."

"Well, this is the one that'll actually taste good," Tim said, brandishing a lollipop that was huge and hypnotised you with swirls. "Did you raid a dentist's office for those, Babs?"

"Come on, Y/N, get the lollipop! It's your favourite flavour!" Dick sniffled, literally still on the floor. He was tearing up already.

"They're not going to want your offerings when you act like that," Jason said. "Hey, Y/N, how about you and I go somewhere and read a book? Y/N, I'll let you read whatever you want, I promise."

"BABA! JASON'S STEALING Y/N!" Damian screamed. He latched onto you like a shipwreck survivor clings onto driftwood.

"All of you, stop!" Bruce wrestled you out of Jason's arms. "You're frightening Y/N! There, there, Y/N, Daddy's here and we're going to be doing some word association. After your tutor come by for your lessons, of course."

"Tutor?" That word snapped you out of this weird childish haze. "I thought you'd be sending me back to school."

"Absolutely not. My little Y/N is not going back to the place that broke them," Bruce said. "You're staying with us, where it's safe, and where nobody and nothing will hurt you. Nothing can hurt you here."

You pointed at Damian. "I would like some distance from my brother," you said. "He set Titus onto me and I now have a fear of dogs."

That was Dick's cue to be your hero. He dusted himself off, picked Damian up, and threw him out of your room, literally. "Done!" he said, pretending not to notice the thump of his body against a wall that everyone definitely heard afterward.

"Master Dick, why did I see Damian hit the wall with great force?" Alfred asked.

"Y/N's comfort," Dick said. He snuggled as close to you as he could while you were still in Bruce's arms. Bruce put some distance between you and Dick.

"Dick, you are also going to be keeping some distance from Y/N. After your midnight actions concerning Cassandra and Damian in their room, you could do with some distance," Bruce said.

Dick's mouth opened and closed as if he were a fish. "Cassandra started it!" he eventually spluttered.

"I know. She's staying away from Y/N, too. Along with Damian for waking Y/N up in such a traumatising manner."

"Seriously? Ugh, you are so mean! We'll bond soon, Y/N!" Dick sobbed, as you were taken to your tutor.

Once tutoring was over, Bruce had his own lessons to teach you. "Read my lips, sweetheart. Daddy . . . loves . . . his . . . baby." He spoke to you in a baby voice, his own rendition of Miss Rachel. "Daddy. Papa. Baba. Father. Plain old Dad. Just not Bruce."

"I'm not a baby. I'm doing advanced stuff. I'm going to graduate and go to college," you said.

Bruce sighed. "Not letting you out of our sight, kiddo. Those nasty people might get revenge. So we're going to make sure that you're OK by keeping our little jewel under tight supervision."

"No, you can't!" You tried to struggle away from your father. "I want to leave and get away from here! Damian will kill me before anybody or anything else does!"

"I will make sure Damian doesn't hurt you," Bruce promised. "Nothing will ever hurt you again."

Bruce took you downstairs and painstakingly fed you your meal. It was one of your favourites, but you couldn't enjoy it. "You are going to have everything you ever want," Bruce promised, as your siblings cooed at you. "And everything will be perfect for you, at long last."

You felt all the fight leave your body. You would never get to leave the family you'd grown to hate, or the mansion you wanted to escape from. You'd even heard Bruce talk to Alfred about custody papers so you could 'have more time with your new childhood'. Daddy's baby forever.

Bruce took you into your room when 8 PM hit, claiming you would be cranky if you had to stay up for longer. Your siblings clawed at him, following him and you up the stairs to your room. Bruce placed you down into your bed, which smelled faintly of herbs. "Why does my bed smell weird?" you asked.

Bruce smirked. "A little trick Daddy learned from his time with those Tibetan monks. Helps you sleep very fast. Daddy is going to have you out like a light, little one. You're going to be so happy, darling."

"You did . . . that?"

"Of course. Daddy needs to put his baby to sleep himself. And to think I let Alfred have you to himself." He chuckled at his own prior negligence. "Well, I'm parenting my baby from now on. Relax, little one, close your eyes. You are safe, you are loved, and Daddy is here."

That wasn't good. You were going to leave. You needed to go. But your body wasn't loyal to you. It shut down on command from your father, your eyelids shutting while your mind strained to leave. You fell into sleep without a sound, and Bruce kept watch.

"You are never leaving my sight," he whispered. "Never."

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