#and this event is about to be so much fun

[reignpage]

He Gave Me The (Eww)

Content: things the jjk men do that give you the ick, hard read fr, brutally honest, second hand embarrassment, don't tell me they wouldn't...you know they would...they're just men after all

Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

Satoru

Tells jokes he thinks are hilarious and repeats them when no one laughs. Even explains them. Looks to you to laugh too with manic eyes, begging, pleading. Might even throw in a, ‘Tough crowd, amirite?’

Gets ignored in the group chat and will keep spamming until he gets the attention he wants.

Tries to get discounts at any and every store by flashing a grin and using those baby blues to charm the sales assistant. Shoots his shot with men too. It rarely works and when he gives them his black AMEX card, the sales assistants always get a look in their eyes like, ‘Seriously?’

Sings the chorus too early and plays it off by trailing and then coming in at the right part. Goes, ‘Ay…ay….ay, YEA– oh… ahahah…ay…ayy… yeahhhh…’

Suguru

Spits when he talks. He gets into these long rants about monkeys and whatever so he doesn’t even notice when the person he’s talking to discreetly wipes off the fat droplet. 

You’ve seen him going on spiels to random people, gets so into it that he also doesn’t realise they’ve walked away. Would play it off by taking his phone out and going, ‘Alright, talk to you later.’

Or, he'll say a snarky comment to someone out of nowhere and they didn't even hear him, caught by surprise, so they just awkwardly laugh and hope he doesn't follow up.

Super rude to servers at restaurants you take him to. Clicks his fingers. Confronts those moody teenagers working part time and says, ‘Why don’t you smile? You’ll look so much more friendly if you do.’

Wears open toed sandals everywhere. Dawgs out for free, toenails unclipped and ever so slightly yellow. Could probably cut a bitch.

Choso

At a group setting, a picture might be getting shown around and he isn't being shown the picture. He will say, ‘Can I see? Hey, you missed me. I wanna see. What’s so funny? Guys, come on, I didn’t see. Hey!’

When everyone else is in pairs or groups talking, he’ll go on his phone and open the Weather or Calculator app to pretend he’s doing something important. His phone is on full brightness so everyone can see he’s not actually texting anyone.

Gets left on read quite often. Will double text anyone and everyone. Triple texts even. Asks, ‘You aren’t ignoring me, are you?’ 

Invites himself to functions. If someone mentions a party or a visit to a museum, for example, with their friends, he’ll say, ‘That sounds fun. That’s at 3pm? I’m free. See you there!’

Toji

Boy oh boy where to begin…

Does the broke boyfriend hug. Swings you side to side too and gives you a kiss on the head, talking bout, ‘I’ll get the next one on payday, ma.’

Flashes his ass crack when he climbs out of the car. 

Might even have skid marks.

Asks to remove the service charge off the bill, doesn’t tip no matter how great the server is, and probably puts his own hair in the food to comp the meal. Will even flash you a wink like he’s finessed the system.

Will fart and burp in front of you unashamedly. Doesn’t care how stinky it is. Laughs when you cover your nose. Won’t lie, he probably loves pulling a Dutch Oven on you. Peak comedy for him. 

Shows up to his kid’s school events in his bum ass outfit and goes straight to the food table. It could be his university graduation and everyone’s in their pretty dresses and sharp suits, he will be in a Uniqlo heattech and grey joggers with a stain on it. 

Finds a crumb on his shirt, doesn’t know what it is or how long it’s been there. Will eat it anyway.. 

You point to a bouquet of flowers or a cake you want, excited and wanting to buy it. He'll look at the price and very loudly complain, 'That's how much? The hell? Nah, we're not getting that. If you want flowers, I can pick some up from a park for free.'

Kento

Still gets embarrassed about farting or taking a shit around you. Will make a lame excuse to exit the room like, ‘Oh, sweetheart, I think I left a light on in the next room.’ Doesn’t realise that the walls aren’t that thick and you can hear his adorable toot. If you ask him if he’s okay because he’s taking a while in the bathroom, he’ll lie and say, ‘No, dear, I’m alright. Just fixing a light bulb in here. I’ll be out in a minute.’ The type to not realise you can quite literally smell the evidence after. 

Will throw random slang and use it wrong. ‘You already ate? That’s slaying me.’ Or, ‘She cheated on her boyfriend? That’s so cunt of her. Please don’t entertain her anymore.’

Has built up a reputation to you as being all-knowing. Likes that you ask him first before Google. But when you ask him a question he doesn't know the answer to, he make some sort of distraction so he can go on his phone, find out the answer and give it to you like he knew all along.

Reads so much but often comes across words he knows the meaning of but has never heard anyone actually say. Mispronounces them. Says 'studious' as 'study-yus.' Or 'albeit' as 'al-bayt.'

Sukuna

Crashes out so often that he sometimes mistakenly gets upset for no reason. A servant will ask if you want a drink, assumes they’re talking to him and gets grumpy. ‘I already said no. Can you hear?’ When informed, he’ll tsk to cover up he’s ever so slightly embarrassed but everyone can see his ears going red. If he hears a single snicker though, he’s airing out the room.

Even when you tell him it’s okay and he doesn’t have to, he’ll join in on group dates just because he gets FOMO lowkey. Will stand there menacingly and so super out of place he actually looks like he’s stalking the group. Makes everyone feel awkward and tense. 

Children get so scared of him that he’s been escorted out of premises before. You have to join him, apologising to everyone, otherwise he’ll kill all of your friends. Like children will full on start sobbing and hyperventilating and you’re ashamed to tell your friends he’s actually not allowed within a certain radius of a school. Their mind goes to the worst places.

[yanderenightmare]

Mark Grayson — Invincible Variants

♡ TW: nsfw, yandere, poly yanderes, captive reader, invincible variants in general, you've seen the show

♡ GN reader

You’re dead in every other universe. 

It’s his fault.

He tries to save you, but he’s too late—every single time.

And in every universe, it’s what pushes him to embrace his Viltrumite nature. It’s his canon event. The moment he realizes he can’t trust in the weak constitution of human beings, it costs him too much, so he adopts his father's truth—things that drop dead like flies have the same value, meaning worthless.

So you can imagine the clusterfuck raging on in each of their heads when they find out you’re alive and well in the universe they’ve been told to wreak havoc in.

And you’re as pretty as the day they lost you. And teary-eyed and scared and cute, calling out for your Mark to come and save you. Oh fuck, how their cold hearts all melted at once.

The plan changed then. If this were the only world you were still alive in, then it was the only world they needed to conquer. And with eighteen of them, it wouldn’t be hard.

Or well, so it proved to be a little hard…

But the eight of them that survived killed Angstrom. Then locked your Mark up, thinking he could be convenient to keep.

It didn’t even take a week before Earth surrendered in full.

That wasn’t the hard part. In fact, it’s good that over half of them died—because sharing you between the eight of them is the real challenge. 

It’s not something they’re used to. Fights break out daily. And they don’t care about the damage dealt. It’s like kids stomping on an anthill just for the fun of it, leaving thousands to die every time.

Feeling as though it’s your responsibility, you try your best to please them all. Coming up with schedules—how they can alter daily or even hourly if need be—but it all proves fruitless. All you end up doing is begging them not to fight—on your knees, bowing while sobbing, holding onto the edge of their cape, pleading with them to stay.

They seem to like that. When you lower yourself.

Most of them refer to you as a pet. 

You remember Mark saying his father said he saw his mom the same way. You remember your Mark being disgusted by it. But even those of them who don’t refer to you that way still treat you like one, like something lesser, like something they’re letting live for personal reasons, not because you’re something that deserves to live.

The kinder Marks have a little more decorum about it. The superiority has really gotten to their heads, trying to spare you the understanding of how they truly see you, as if you can’t read between the lines. You don’t know if you dislike them more than the cruel Marks. At least they’re honest about it.

You’re starting to doubt whether your Mark is even still alive…

You’d cried for weeks on end to see him. And when they’d finally complied, they took you to the prison cell where they were holding him. You’d sobbed and kissed him and told him how much you missed him and how terrible everything had been without him, how you weren’t sure how much more you could take. 

He’d played along well enough for a while—you hadn’t been able to tell. But at some point, the way he touched you just didn’t feel right.

He laughed once you understood it. Mocked you. Licked the tears off your cheek with a grin and said it was worth it playing your weak-willed wimp version of them just to see that pretty look on your face. A couple of the others came in after that—they’d all found it just as funny. And then they told you they knew of a way to cure your loneliness—after all, why have your wimpy Invincible, when you can have the elite?

One time, when you were being extra whiny, as they call it, they’d taken you up in the sky and used you to play catch.

Mark had taken you flying before, but he’d never ever dropped you. And so you’d screamed until your voice gave out, and then you’d just closed your eyes and prayed for death.

But that wasn’t the worst part of it, as you found out… No, the worst part was when they’d undressed you and started playing something different with you. In the air, thirty thousand feet above the ground.

They all might look like Mark, but none of them are anything like him—some more than others. Beyond just sadistic, they’re psychotic. No humanity left, just trigger-happy thrill-seeking maniacs. They don’t even fight each other over you—they fight each other for fun. Coming back with mangled legs and broken jaws. Because why not? It’s no matter. They’re healed within the week. They don’t care about the many lives they’ve left in their wake.

But you’d caught a foul cold after their skylarking.

They’re not used to facing consequences—didn’t know who to blame but each other. Didn’t know how to fix it either—all scared you were going to die. They never did it again after that.

That’s not to say your life became any easier.

The dynamics became ever more strange the more months that passed...

At first thy wouldn’t fuck you at the same time, then they would, but without acknowledging the others presence, then it became a competition to see who could fuck you best. 

It’s not like that anymore.

Their narcissism has now evolved into a strange attraction towards each other. And it’s odd as fuck to be caught in the middle off.

They like watching each other fuck you now. Getting off on seeing themselves get off, using you more like a toy than a partner.

Any day now, and you’re sure they’re going to start kissing and touching each other.

Fuck knows what your role will be in all of it when that time comes.

♡ MISCELLANEOUS masterlist

[piastriprincess]

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The email shines up at you like a spotlight, the kind that always makes you wince and look away.

F1 Rising Stars promotional photoshoot. Thursday, 12 PM, at the paddock. Hair & makeup will be provided; race attire required. And just below that, in the participants list: Oscar Piastri is attending.

You’ve read it so many times the words have begun to blur together, except for his name, which has remained annoyingly clear in your mind every time you close your eyes. You didn’t know it was possible to have a crush on the shape of someone’s name in your phone, but you suppose when it comes to your feelings for Oscar, you should stop being so surprised. 

The worst part is, it didn’t take much. It started last year, when you were new to the grid, the first woman driver in fifty years. A heavy legacy to carry on your shoulders, and an even worse one to carry alone. You were never much for the spotlight anyway, but when you got to F1 it felt like every eye was on you: not just to watch your performance, but to pass judgment about every single woman in motorsport if you put a foot wrong. The other drivers were polite but distant, like their reps had forced them to memorize the HR handbook before they were allowed to talk to you. Except Oscar, who walked you to the media pen when you got lost with a friendly smile, who gave you a fist bump and an “impressive drive” when you dragged the Racing Bulls tractor to Q3 in your first ever quali. That was it — since then, you’ve been disgustingly down bad, wearing your heart on your sleeve for him like it’s the team’s newest sponsor. 

Everyone can see it. Isack clocked it within five minutes of becoming your teammate. There’s a running bet in your garage about whether you’ll ever say more than six words to him at a time without blushing. Through it all, Oscar’s remained his lovely, friendly self. You don’t know if he knows, and you definitely don’t want to find out. You’re not sure what would be more humiliating: him being completely oblivious, or him knowing and politely pretending not to.

“Hey,” your performance coach says gently as she hands you a water bottle, evidently getting tired of you fidgeting with your phone for the better part of ten minutes during what is supposed to be a training session. “Don’t overthink it. It’s just a photoshoot.”

Just a photoshoot. Alone. With Oscar Piastri. The boy who makes you forget how to string sentences together when he smiles at you during driver briefings, all bunny teeth and big brown eyes. The boy you’ve been harboring the world’s most embarrassing crush on for months. With a camera shoved in your face, documenting your every move. 

“Right,” you sigh, shoving your phone into your bag and taking a long swig from the bottle like it will cool your flushed cheeks. “Just a photoshoot.”

You’re early on Thursday, of course. You’re always early when you’re nervous, and over the past few days the anxious buzz in your stomach has transformed into full-on nauseous butterflies. You’re nearly hyperventilating by the time you get to hair and makeup, picturing photos with your hair teased, siren makeup, and suit unzipped in the sultry way you know in your bones you could absolutely never pull off. But thankfully, they let you wear your hair the same way you always do, just smoothing a few flyaways and dabbing a bit of highlighter over your cheeks. “Natural beauty,” the stylist calls it with a proud smile. “Just like you.”

You’ve never been good at accepting compliments, and today is no exception, mumbling a thank you and ducking your head so they can’t see the blush on your cheeks. But you do look pretty, you think — at least, you look like you, just… a more confident version. 

The confidence goes out the window the minute you step onto the set. You’d thought your punctuality might buy you a bit of time, but Oscar’s already there, leaning against the prop car like a teen idol pin-up and talking to the photographer about camera angles, or lighting, or something equally important you should probably be paying attention to. You’re not listening. Instead, you’re cataloguing the way his race suit stretches over his broad shoulders, the way his hair falls in the perfect swoop over his forehead. Drinking in the details of his face so carefully that you forget to look where you’re walking, promptly trip over a lighting cord, and nearly go sprawling to the ground. 

Oscar turns at the noise, smiling at you in a way that makes your chest go tight. “Quite an entrance,” he says, and there’s a laugh in his voice. It’s not unkind, just amused, but your face feels hot enough that someone should probably pull a fire alarm. “You ready to be rising stars?”

You take a deep breath and straighten up, manage what you hope sounds like a normal laugh in return. “A-As ready as I’ll ever be, I think.”

The photographer introduces herself. She’s almost aggressively cheerful, treats you and Oscar both like old friends. It doesn’t put you at ease, exactly, but it soothes some of the anxiety in your stomach. “How about we start with some individual shots, get you both warmed up,” she says kindly, gesturing toward the backdrop. 

Your solo session is… fine. You’re not comfortable, exactly, but you know how to smile on command, how to look confident even when your palms are sweating and your fireproofs feel tight around your neck. Oscar, of course, looks completely calm in front of the cameras when it’s his turn, like he’s done it a thousand times (he probably has — you can hardly forget the Vogue photoshoot you pored over a few months ago). You can’t help but steal glances at him as he laughs with the photographer, at ease in this world in a way you’ve never quite mastered. 

“Let’s get some shots together,” the photographer calls, ushering you back to the car to stand next to Oscar. The first few poses are easy enough — standing side by side, crossing your arms, holding out your helmets to the camera. It’s awkward, though. Your chest feels tight, and you’re hyperaware of your body, of Oscar’s closeness. Every time his shoulder brushes against yours, your heart flutters completely unprofessionally against your ribs.

“Are you okay? You’re standing like you’re being held hostage,” Oscar mutters out of the corner of his mouth as the shutter clicks.

The dry humor takes you so by surprise that you forget to be nervous, giggling lightly. “Stop. I’m trying to be photogenic, Oscar.”

“Maybe just relax a little,” he says softly, eyes bright. “You don’t have to try so hard.”

The sincerity in his voice is evident, and now your heart is doing something indescribably stupid in your chest. You don’t say another word, but he keeps making those dry little observations about the poses, the overzealous assistant with the reflector, the way the wind keeps sweeping at his hair, and despite the camera flashing in your face it somehow makes it a little easier to breathe. 

“Let’s do something a little less formal,” the photographer says. “Oscar, can you sit on the back wheel there? Perfect. And you, darling,” she says, turning to you, “sit next to him, but angle towards him slightly. Like you’re having a conversation.”

You settle beside him, taking slow, deep breaths. You can smell his cologne from here, something clean and comforting that makes it very hard for you to think straight. 

“You really are nervous,” Oscar says quietly, in a voice reserved just for you, as the photographer adjusts her camera. 

You exhale slightly. “Terrified,” you say before you can stop yourself. 

He turns to look at you properly, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Never would’ve guessed, honestly. You’re usually so… composed.” 

“They have me well trained,” you say dryly, and he laughs like he wasn’t expecting it — wasn’t expecting you. 

“Well, they did well,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders. “You’re pretty brilliant at it.”

Your cheeks flush, fingers curling tight around the edge of your sleeve. But you don’t look away. “Thanks,” you say, and mean it. “But I don’t know if that’s true. I don’t think the spotlight’s really for me. I’ve been here a year and I still always feel a bit out of place.” You wish you could take back the words as soon as you say them. You don’t know why you’re being so honest. Something about the way he’s looking at you, maybe. Like in this photoshoot with what feels like a million people roaming around, you’re the only person he sees. 

“You’re not out of place,” he says quickly. “Not to me.” Then his mouth snaps shut, and he blinks those big brown eyes at you like he hadn’t even expected the words to come out of his mouth. 

You don’t know what to say in response. It’s nicer than you could have imagined, something you wouldn’t have even dared to hope for in the secret moments when you close your eyes at night and picture what it might be like to have Oscar’s lips against yours. 

“Whatever you’re talking about, keep it up!” the photographer calls. “The chemistry is beautiful.”

Oscar flushes, eyes darting to the ground like he's only just realized what he said. You glance down too, pretending to smooth a wrinkle in your sleeve, the edges of your mouth betraying you with the start of a smile. Your hands feel too warm. Everything does.

You don’t look at him, not yet. You’re afraid that if you do, it’ll be written all over your face.

The sun is low in the sky by the time you’re finished, the photographer loudly declaring you two the easiest couple she’s ever worked with. You can’t meet Oscar’s eyes after you hear the word couple, settling for watching him rub at the back of his neck nervously out of the corner of your gaze. The two of you split up after that, heading back to the trailers. You change out of your race suit, and start packing up your things.

As you start walking back down the track towards the garages, you’re expecting that to be the end of it. Until you hear Oscar calling your name from somewhere behind you. 

For a moment, you’re expecting him to be holding something you forgot — your gloves, or a spare helmet, or something. But when you turn to face him, he’s empty-handed, standing a little awkwardly with one toe turned inward, the late afternoon light making his skin glow. 

“Hey,” he says, and it’s almost shy, like he’s gone over it in his mind a couple times the way you do when you’re trying really hard to sound nonchalant. “D’you wanna walk back together?”

“Sure,” you say softly, falling into step beside him. The sunset makes the paddock look like something magical, all golden and glittering. Your shadows stretch long across the asphalt, so close together they look like they might fold into one being. 

Neither of you say much, but it’s not uncomfortable. Just quiet. Easy. He walks you all the way to the Racing Bulls garage, even though you pass McLaren on the way there. 

“Thanks for walking with me,” you say somewhat reluctantly when you arrive. You’re not in any hurry to leave, but surprisingly it doesn’t seem like Oscar is, either. He’s dragging his toe against the gravel like it’ll keep him tethered to the spot. 

“Yeah, of course,” he says, and you can hear the hesitation in his voice. Like he’s on the edge of doing something he’s not quite sure of. You wait for just a moment, heart in your throat, but he doesn’t move. And then, just as you sigh and turn to go, he speaks.

“You know, I meant what I said earlier. You didn’t even have to try, and it was hard not to look at you.”

You’re only frozen for a moment before you whirl around, but it’s enough. He’s already walking away, but you can see even in the setting sun that he’s pink up to his ears. 

You smile to yourself, pulse thrumming wildly in your ears. All of a sudden, you don’t feel so out of place anymore. 

[wordsofwhimsy]

did somebody ask which version of mark is puttin it down best?

guess i'll give my analysis 😮‍💨

main!mark is all about pleasing you, sooo he's definitely giving the other boys a run for their money. his oral & finger game? UNMATCHED. he's not dumb and aggressive about it like the majority of the others. he keeps it slow, intentional, so dedicated, living in your pleasure. the more praise you give him the better. his sex game tho takes awhile to come up to par - he's so scared of hurting you for soo long that he just takes it too easy, or doesn't take the lead at all. once he learns the fine art of blowing your back out without killing you tho? 😏

mohawk!mark is soo aggressively fun, but he's really only in it for his own pleasure. he kinda just assumes (rightly so) that you're gonna feel good either way but he never bothers to actually check in with you, see how you're doing lol it's probably also a MUST for you to suck his dick every time, forcing your head down and then mocking you when you gag or gasp for air. he doesn't care to return the favor too often but if you whine too much he will. it's not really that great tho - he's rushing and careless, just trying to move on to the main event

viltrumite!mark takes some teaching. he's of the mindset that sex is just for procreation, and if this is a scenario where he's taken you back to viltrum he's not going to really feel the need to view it any other way. but if he's staying on earth with you? well, sex sells baby and the influence is all around. he starts noticing things in movies and in songs, stuff on the internet--hell even billboards and magazines. don't be fooled his dickin is good even when it's boring missionary but once he starts coming around to trying all the other fun things? oh lawd have mercy

omni!mark is an interesting mix of dominance without aggression, no dirty talk. all business, really but this man IS in the business of pleasure - for you at least. he struggles to let you take the lead though which is kinda boring sometimes, and anything kinky? like spanking or choking? absolutely not. you're not some scallywag hoodlum (LMFAO) and he's definitely not going to treat you like one. buuut if you start talking dirty and cussing? he might be flustered, and maybe even a little more turned on than usual (he'd never admit it)

sinister!mark is all about HIM HIM HIM. but the caveat of this is he needs to know he's GOOD at what he's doing - which means you need to feel good too. he's so unbelievably aggressive and doesn't do missionary. you are not coming away without bruises and marks every single time. i think he likes to make you dance for him too beforehand. that's his idea of foreplay - something that reminds you both who's in charge and who it's all for. you better hope he's not in the mood to go down on you cause that bitch bites 😭

no goggles/lensless!mark is probably my fav 🤭 is literally 100% about whatever it is you're into. i guess except missionary whoops. like he's fine throwing it in there occasionally but not a chance he's opening or ending in that position. in fact switching positions is HIS personal favorite thing. honestly his oral is so-so. he's just too damn talkative and can't focus on the task at hand. he also doesn't take it well either - the man's LOUD. and honeestly busts pretty quick but that's okay! he bounces back quicker. viltrumite stamina is crazy and his libido just adds to it

shiesty!mark has probably fucked more people than all of them combined so, yeah, he's got the practice and experience. he KNOWS his dick is phenomenal and tbh if he's not really into you he's letting you do most of the work. he thinks he's doing YOU favor by letting you ride it. but if you were hard to get? ohhh he's got something to prove now, and trust he will. this man reaches spots none of the others even knows exist, uses his strength in a way that is just chefs kiss - pinning you without hurting you, playing with your nipples and the other sensitive parts with expert care. and probably my fav thing about him is that he's the only one (except maybe main!mark) who ever thinks to put on musiccc

moustache!mark is 😛 father dearest. TOTALLY showing you what it feels like to be owneddd - unquestionably, but not in the way sinister does. he does it with affection. you know, like a 'pet' and all that jazz. he's got this way of making you feel simultaneously small and like the most important person in the world. and when he goes down on youuu? THE TICKLE?? biiitch stop. he also is the one who appreciates the thickies the most ughh like he NEEDS all that ass in his hands, in his lap, on his dick. the love handles? the tummy? give him alllat - trust ☝️ he can handle it

prisoner!mark is an interesting one. if we're talking straight out the pen? he's an ANIMAL. i'm talking y'all are going at it aaall night long, him painfully impatient through every little break you insist he gives you. he's also physically the strongest of them all, and, yeah, it shows. all that body pressed into you? those arms? 🥴 idk how anatomically that would even work but for some reason i feel like he'd have a thicker cock too. he'd be so deep and guttural with his groans, all in your ear with it. no holding back. after some time though i think he'd be focused on you and learning what you like - buuut at the end of the day, he still is the most deprived and wants it ALWAYS

[rathayibacter]

really love the timeline section, and now im thinking about mechanizing that

like okay imagine your fantasy game has a timeline of the last 300 years, but parallel to it it has a timeline of how the last 300 years are commonly remembered. if you were alive during an event, you saw it as it actually happened, but then you also get the three "as it was remembered" events before your birth. formally educated characters might be aware of events stretching back further, or be more likely to know what was really going on. maybe there's even different cultural narratives, so everyone gets a version of events that's spun by where they grew up and can only agree on certain details (which themselves might not even be true!). knowing other languages or having specific skills could give you insight into lost or misremembered events, further binding your character's history into their understanding of the present.

fun ideas. much to consider.

pro-tip: don't ever use the sentence "thousands of years" in your worldbuilding unless you really know what a thousand years is like

[rafeslvbug]

alphabet with nfl!rafe

(sfw && tiny scatterings of nsfw)

A - attention (how much attention does he want/give)

nfl!rafe is hyperaware of everything. he pays attention to you, what you want, what you need, all of it. just so he can spot changes in your mood, so he can know what’s wrong before you even need to tell him.

he’s always checking up on you, little texts, phone calls when he’s away. listening to you fully when you speak. tv on mute. nothing tops you.

and he wants it back too. he wants to be top of your list. top of your priorities. will pout if he knows he’s not, or can sense your minds is elsewhere when he’s rambling about upcoming games. hooking fingers around yours to tug your attention back to him.

– “wifey ya listenin’? what’d i just say?”

B - body part (his fav body part of yours)

nfl!rafe is an ass man (this guy literally calls you sweetcheeks)

smacks it on the not so rare occasion, squeezes it while you’re in the kitchen or when he’s kissing you, grabbing at it when he walks up behind you at some event, being all discreet by hiding his actions with his body.

watches you when walk you away. loves it when you only wear his jersey and nothing underneath but a lacy black pair that’s too small and just perfect all at once.

C - comfort (how does he comfort you/like to be comforted)

he knows you get stressed being a sahm, taking care of your young kids so he’ll always look to comfort you when it gets too much. he’ll tuck you into his chest, arms wrapped around you and shielding you from the world that’s out to get you.

in the silence of your room, he’ll just hold you, whispering reassuring things, and stroking your hair back, letting you cry if need be.

– “you’re the strongest woman i know, gorgeous, it’s okay to have breaks, i’m right here for you.”

after major losses, when he feels like a failure, he needs a hug. him laying on your chest in bed, or kneeling at the foot of the couch to wrap his arms around your waist, head in your lap, while you’re watching tv. he needs your hands in his hair, soothingly scratching at his scalp, leaning down to whisper to him how proud you are of him. how you love him no matter what.

D - dates (how do dates with him go)

weekly.

going out to restaurants. he likes taking you to expensive places that he couldn’t when you two were younger.

but still likes to take you to fun dates. like those axe throwing ones or games where he can poke fun at you.

E - equal (does he like to be more dom/sub)

rafe is used to leading his team on the pitch, commanding roles come to him naturally so with family dynamics, with the kids, he tends to be a more assertive figure.

and while he very much believes in being the man of the house, taking care of big responsibilities, you can boss him around quite easily.

just a sharp glare. demands like when he did his tryouts, telling him to deflate his ego and whatnot. he needs it, in a way.

F - family (how is he with family)

his immediate family (you && the kids) he’s loveable, a true family man. he does all the things he wanted from his dad for his own kids, and you’re his top priority.

with his family, he’s not so close. rose and him never got along much because he was too hot headed as a teen, and ward never had much faith in him. he never told rafe he was proud and tried to push him to a business world too often. they don’t talk much now.

with your family, you guys visit every other month. it’s quite civil, but they don’t like the fact that you gave up your career out of uni for him, the same way they didn’t like you dating him in hs.

G - gratitude (how grateful is he)

rafe believes he’s forever indebted to you for everything you’ve done. in many ways he wouldn’t be where he is now, if it weren’t for you.

he takes nothing for granted, often praising you and complimenting you for what you’ve done for him, and staying as humble as he can in the face of fame.

H - honesty (how honest is he/how important is it to him)

yours and rafe’s relationship is dependent on honesty. it’s how you’ve managed it for over a decade.

he tells you things that happen while he’s away, and you tell him what happens. minor or major. with each other or about the kids. feelings etc.

I - insight (how easy can he read you)

like an open book.

it’s actually quite annoying how he’s studied and stored each facial expression, shift of your mood and tells. he knows you better than you know yourself.

he knows what will tick you off, and how to make it better. in many ways it’s the understanding that has made being together for so long manageable.

J - jealous (how jealous does he get)

he tries to be rational, but he was a quick tempered teen, and some traits he can’t shake.

when your son tells him over the phone that some guy flirted with momma today at school pick up? yeah, no. he wants the name just so that when he’s home, he can do pickup and meet this guy.

but he doesn’t act on it like he used to when you were teenagers. he might have thrown a few punches back then, but he’s in the spotlight now and he’s got a family with you. he’ll always be the winner.

K - kisses (what are they like/who kissed who first)

they can range from hot and hard when he’s been away too long or his jealousy gets the better of him, to sweet when he’s lightly teasing you or waking you up in the morning.

you kissed him first - on the cheek. you had left your books in the stands of the school football pitch after studying while watching him train and he brought them to you.

he kissed you first on the lips right afterwards when you tried to pull away, holding your face in place and shifting his with a grin while pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

L - love (who said i love you first/how often)

you said it first. rafe never got much validation from his parents, so he was hesitant to say it first. you did it for him once when you had just snuck out of your parents’ house to meet him, telling him you loved him when he got in his head about your parents not liking him.

now he says it daily. he won’t go a day without saying it, not even if he’s in a bad mood. he needs to hear it back too, it hurts if he doesn’t.

M - marriage (how quick did it happen)

when he made his first big team, and you had just completed your third year of uni, he popped the question (21 years old)

you didn’t even hesitate to say yes, and you got married fairly quickly while everyone thought you were too young. they were in for a shock when you got pregnant straight of uni, if not a couple months before..

N - nickname (what are their pet names)

baby && sweetcheeks (because he loves your ass) are his go to. might call you “luck” before a match, “gorgeous” when he’s feeling comforting or flirty, and “wifey” when he’s in a playful mood.

“watcha doing sweetcheeks?”

likes to be called baby, or ray in more serious situations. doesn’t mind his actual name, will flush if called “handsome”, and his surname is only permitted in game talk, when you’re trying to pep him up. no other instance.

O - organised (how messy is rafe)

he’s usually got his gym/football kit everywhere, helmets bent and battered, locker a stuffed messed.

but this doesn’t last long before he fixes it all, cleaning it up. he can manage disorder, so long as it’s all clean, but he knows he’s gotta reset the mess at some point.

P - PDA (how open is he with affection)

nfl!rafe is definitely affectionate, he spends too long away from you and has known you far too long to not always have his hands on you. of course there is a time && place. time is when he wants, place is where he wants.

– “come ‘ere sweetcheeks, haven’t felt ya in forever”

– “rafe, you left home like three hours ago, and tons of people are watching us!”

– “just fuckin’ come ‘ere”

could be an arm around your shoulders, tucking you under his arms. bear hugging you when he sees you after a long time. kisses, long or peppery, all the time, in front of cameras, wherever.

type of man to be so affectionate he makes his kids wanna puke (nfl!rafe is not your typical !rafe)

Q - quality time (what does he do with you or the kids)

he’ll spend time with you while you’re cooking, handing you whatever you ask for and keeping you company. he’ll go on dates with you and spends most time with you.

if he’s not with you, he’s with his kids. taking them to their respective clubs, playing dress up with your daughter, doctors or shops. teaching your son football in the backyard, or playing trucks if he really wants.

R - reunion (how does he act after being away for too long)

happens during the normal season, when he comes home after his last match.

as clingy as he’ll ever get, hugging you like it’s his last time, kissing you all over and not moving for at least a few minutes.

“lemme just stay here for a bit longer, gorgeous.”

holds the kids too, or just admires them if they’re sleeping depending on the time of the day.

S - sad (why do they get sad/what cheers them up)

he doesn’t like missing big things due to touring because the kids are so young. doesn’t like having to talk to them through screens or having to hear about how much his daughter misses him or his son.

if you surprise him at a match it’ll make his whole day, or week, or even month. he’ll hold onto his kids and you and cherish all the time he has.

he likes getting sent videos or photos, even if they make him a bit more sad. he likes the memories.

T - tempted (how tempted does he get by other women)

not even. rafe is the most loyal man known to mankind.

teammates want to go to a club? not happening, he’s got a gorgeous wife at home, and the only ass he wants to see is hers.

lady flirting with him while he’s away? whipping out his phone to show her photos of you, or dropping your name in every sentence. if you’re there? he’s calling you over or just walking over to you.

U - understanding (how well does he know you)

like the back of his hand.

he’s been with you too long not to. will listen to you, and see your perspective on everything before giving advice. extremely patient.

V - value (what’s important to rafe)

his family is his treasure. they’re top on his list of everything.

giving his best performance on the pitch is important to him too. even he’s lost, at least they can’t say he didn’t try. he wants to be self assured, to know in himself that he’s working as hard as he can because he’s doing it for you.

W - wild card (random hc)

he loves it when you wear his jerseys or his caps, something that shows everyone your his.

he likes it even it it’s just for him. the comfort you find in him and how proud you are of him.

X - explicit (nsfw)

already posted this as a little thought but his fav place is the shower.

Y - your name (taking his surname in marriage)

he’d love it if you did, being able to call you mrs cameron, and put something sweet to a name he’s always viewed so bitterly. rebrand it into his little family that he adores so much rather than the one that never supported him.

Z - zzz (sleep hcs)

he likes to have you cuddled into his chest, either him being big spoon or him on his back.

likes to go to bed at the same time, and late, sometime after you’ve put the kids to sleep so you have some time awake together. he won’t sleep well if you’re not there, like he grows attached in the off season, in prep for when he has to leave again.

moves a lot in sleep, might accidentally hog the blanket or shift positions to be laying over your body. deep sleeper, and you’ll usually wake up before him and have to push him off of you.

[jjknowsball]

Battle of the Blondes

Summary: Paige’s lack of interest in current events besides basketball finally catches up to her and leads to a war against a certain blonde point guard

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Word count: 1.5k

Content Warning: mentions of cheating, jealousy, Fluff towards the end.

Notes: I feel like I have not posted in a while, so here is something to hold y’all over until I post perfection chapter 3.

(Also I love when y’all give your thoughts in my inbox, it makes my whole day.😭)

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Paige could imagine one hundred different ways that she could have spent her Saturday, than being at the almost dead mall.

Don’t get her wrong, She loves a good fashion trip but it wasn’t fun when her girlfriend had already step out every time she had tried to show her something or seemed distracted with her head in her phone.

Azzi didn’t even turn to look at her when she tried to show her the new pink A’ones.

As if on cue, Azzi’s eyes lit up before turning to the blonde.

“I have to take this” Azzi announced before walking out of the exit at the front of the store. Paige groans, sitting down in a seat, and effectively giving up on showing her girlfriend anything that she was interested in.

———-

Paige almost zoned off until she had saw the brunette return in her peripheral vision. She would always feel Azzi’s presence even if she wasn’t looking for her.

One of her many Azzi Only superpowers.

There was something new about the brunette, or well someone new who was next to her.

Kate fucking Martin

Paige never told anyone this but she had always seen the other blonde as her “evil twin.” Too calm and nonchalant.

Plus ever since the DAWG camp, she hasn’t liked how close her and Azzi had become. The hug at the Ace game alone almost led to Paige putting a crack in her beloved iPad.

It hadn’t help that the contact between the two had gotten closer with the duo spending hours on the phone.

Paige didn’t understand how she was losing her and Azzi time to the girl who lived in a corn field or why Martin was currently in Connecticut.

“Hey, Paige” Kate said reaching out her hand with her same charismatic smile.

“Martin” Paige spat out, glaring at the older girl. Paige does not shake the other girls hand which cause her to stare at Paige, as if she wasn’t actively trying to take her girl. The exchange goes on for a while until Azzi breaks up the staring contest by taking both girls hands and leading them out the store.

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The tension between the two blondes never truly subsides and gets worse as the shopping trip continued. Between the extreme clinginess that was even to much for Paige and Martin who was growing frustrated at the other blond’s antics. Azzi was at her wit ends.

“I’m hunger” Azzi announces after the first three stores, hoping to end the feud between the two girls by talking about something else.

Paige in an attempt to gain her good girlfriend points, started to direct Azzi towards the frozen yogurt shop where she knows that they have all of her favorite flavors and toppings.

This is until the other blonde opens her mouth

“Pretzels on me” Kate says, and Azzi is already following her, mind set from the aroma that the stand was producing.

Paige is seething as she feels like everything she tries to do the blonde tries to one up her, but in order to keep the peace, she takes the cinnamon pretzel from the other girl and shoves it down with her pride.

This is definitely War.

Martin wasn’t going to make her feel like a bitch in front of her own girlfriend.

———-

Paige tries to keep up with the other two girls but they were on a completely different wavelength.

They had bounced from store to store and were brainstorming so fast that it made Paige’s brain spin.

She eventually gave up on keep track of the duo, deciding that she deserved a much needed break at the Lego store.

Only once she walked in the store all Paige could think about was Azzi. How she would like the new line of frozen set, how they could make themselves into legos, how Azzi would explain that there was a difference between the two pink legos shades ( which Paige disagreed with.)

Feeling completely defeated, Paige grabbed the frozen set and race car before checking out and walking out of the store.

When she finally found Azzi, her heart had dropped for the third time today. The duo was in a high-end jewelry store, and there was an assortment of rings on the counter. Both girls looked at each with eyes full of excitement. The worse part was watching how happy Azzi was looking at all the rings and how smug Kate had looked as if she had already won.

Azzi had noticed Paige standing there and tried to signal her over, but Paige had felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her from Kate Martin metaphorically dunking on her.

She waved the younger off planning to spend the rest of the trip in food court which was better than being a third wheel to whatever this was.

———

Paige had felt as if she was losing in the fourth quarter of the most important game of her life.

She watches as Azzi helps Kate hide the jewelry bag before another girl appears. She hugs both Kate and the mysterious girl before turning around to face the table that Paige was at.

She fully expected the younger girl to approach the table and break up with her before running off in the sunset with Kate and the mysterious other blonde, leaving her out to dry.

Instead she was meet with a softer Azzi who took one of Paige’s headphones out that was playing a round of the NBA finals.

“What’s your problem” Azzi asked worried about her girlfriend’s current behavior “ You have been sulking all day.”

“Why don’t you go ask Martin” Paige mocked, throwing her hands up in exaggeration. “ You seem to be more worried about her issues than mine”

Paige knows that she is being childish but she is beyond hurt and the fabricated reality her mind is making up isn’t helping her case.

“Drop the attitude and tell me what your problem is” Azzi demanded, not liking when the blonde got in this mood or when they fought._

And like a golden retriever being reprimanded, she did what she was told

“I don’t like how close you and Martin have gotten” Paige pouted as she slouched in her seat picking at the Chinese food she had ordered “ You can tell me if you are cheating with her, or something”

The statement causes Azzi to stops eating her salad to observe the blonde before bursting out into laughter. Tears started to well in the brunette’s eyes as she doubles over at the blondes hissy fits.

“This is not funny” Paige commented, glaring in disgust that her girlfriend would find this a laughing matter.

“Babe ,she has a girlfriend, who she loves very much, who this whole trip is about” Azzi offered as confirmation

“Martin has a girlfriend?”Paige questioned.

“Yes, and she wanted me to help her with find gifts and a ring to ask her girlfriend to become her fiance. We didn’t tell you because we know you couldn’t handle the surprise and might of spoiled it once she got here” Azzi added on, before jokingly kicking the blonde under the table “I can’t believe you thought I was cheating on you”

“How was I supposed to know” the blonde defended herself before letting out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. Her body reacting on its own when it came to Azzi.

“For someone who is on their iPad an awful lot, you sure don’t make good use of it.” Azzi commented as she cupped the older girls jaw, offering a kiss on her forehead. “Let’s go home and watch the last episode of white locus and build those Lego I know you bought”

And Paige can’t argue with that

———-

It isn’t until later that night when the two girls are intertwined with each other in Paige’s dorm, that Azzi brings up the events of the day.

“The way she is going to propose is so cute” Azzi admired.

“The way I will do it will be ten times better” Paige proclaimed. “I will have it at your grandparents do-“

Paige is cut off by Azzi placing a finger to her lips to silence her.

“You’re not supposed to tell me, it supposed to be a surprised” Azzi giggled into the side of the older girl.

Both girls fell into a natural silence at the mention of marriage. It was something they both had wanted but were too scared to talk about. Paige had found it comforting that it was something that the other girl thought about too.

Paige’s train of thought is interrupted when Azzi turns to face her before placing a kiss on her lips. The brunette sits up before saying.

“I still can’t believe you thought I was cheating on you with Kate Martin” Azzi said, voice coated with fake hurt.

“I always thought she was your favorite blonde” Paige joked, rubbing the younger girls back.

“If it is between you and her, I would always pick you” Azzi reaffirms softly, before drifting off to sleep.

In Paige’s head that means she won by a gazillion points .

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(The next morning, She made sure to login to instagram to like the older girls proposal instagram post, before dm “truce?” to which the other girl laughed )

[bewitched-hours]

Forsaken | 007n7 x MamaBear!Reader

Okay, this honestly makes me a little nervous to write because this is definitely gonna be ooc and probably at least half-inaccurate but of well, I'm for fun. This is based on an earlier post I made and I hope you all enjoy.

The Reader will be given She/They pronouns for this and you get two different scenarios for it! One pre-Forsaken and one during the events of Forsaken (´꒳`)♡

Now enjoy your dilf- /j

Pre-Forsaken:

You would've never thought you'd end up in this position...

At first it was just a happy coincidence that one of the parents at the daycare you work at was put onto you to deal with. Not because he was difficult to handle or anything but because his kid was a bit of a problem.

You honestly felt bad. C00lkidd seemed like he genuinely meant well and you always tried to be patient with him and dissuade him from causing trouble and for the most part, it seemed to work.

Sure, he was still being a child and causing a ruckus but at least with you around he started to tone it down a bit, which seemed to surprise 7n7.

He'd ask you how you got c00lkidd to settle at all and you could only answer with the fact you'd make deals with the kid.

Some candy of his choice the next day if he behaves, sometimes even bringing in a whole pizza for him if it meant he'd stop going too rough on the other children.

Not like you couldn't afford it. You were new to being a daycare worker after leaving a stressful office job but had enough money saved up so you wouldn't have to worry for at least the first few months. You originally wanted to use those savings to move but then the prices of apartments and houses rose and you decided to just stick to your plan of at least switching jobs for your own sanity.

You and 07 actually got along pretty well, you even exchanged numbers at one point to talk more privately.

But before you knew it, you two were out on dates and enjoying how awkward you both were. And in that same pace, you were suddenly a mom to C00lkidd and moved in with them both.

Now you take C00lkidd with you to daycare and still keeping up your deals but instead of buying him things, you moved on to promising him special dinners. You almost can't believe your sudden luck in life and are absolutely smitten with your husband and child.

But it seemed you became a bit of an outsider among your co-workers from it.

"Do you think she actually loves him?" You'd hear them mutter.

"Maybe his dad is secretly rich or something..." You tried to remain calm.

"Who could love such a thing anyhow?"

You snapped. You could tolerate it if they were only talking about you but talking about your husband or son like that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Sweetie, I'll be right back but remember your promise, okay?" You told C00lkidd and he happily nodded before going back to his drawings as you forcefully grabbed the co-workers of yours that thought they could talk shit about your family.

"Listen hear you stupid bitches..." You hissed at them. But you wanted to keep quiet so none of the children hear what you were about to say.

"I can take your bullshit about me because I already don't like you and could easily switch jobs with my own savings but talk about my husband or kid like that again and I'll make sure you'll never be hired at another daycare or school ever again. Got it?" You were honestly surprised by your own fury at this point but too focused on getting your point across as the co-workers silently nodded at you with pale faces.

Hopefully you could hide your anger from C00lkidd and 7n7 until it's properly gone. Until the flame inside you was put out.

It seemed to work for most of the day but C00lkidd didn't pay you too much attention anyways as he was trying to befriend the other children and make awesome drawings for you and 7 to put on the fridge when you get home.

But your husband was more perceptive...

Almost the moment he saw you that evening, he could tell something was bothering you but he waited until you were home to ask you in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

Of course, you told him all about your co-workers but left out how you felt like an outsider. Because you knew he'd feel guilty.

Surprisingly, he's glad to know that you love this life so much that you protect it even from the people you work with.

But your son obviously has to ruin the moment because he forgot to show 7n7 his drawings and when the day was over, you found yourself thanking whatever higher power there could be that you decided to switch your job when you did.

Because now you have the most perfect family you could've asked for...

Forsaken:

Let's say you and 07 had been dating before Forsaken happened.

You've been feeling pretty low lately. C00lkidd was gone and so was his dad... The same one you had a date with just last week.

Even worse, he isn't answering your texts or even receiving them. At first you feared he might've lost interest but when C00lkidd stopped showing up at your daycare you knew something was wrong.

It didn't take long for you to go insane with worry, trying to ignore your co-workers making up rumours about you again and trying to stop you from wanting to find them.

"Let the police just do it, why do you care so much about a kid and a guy you met less than a couple months ago?" Was what finally made you snap.

But instead of words, your sleep-deprived mind thought they deserved a little more. Something truly painful.

You didn't kill them- luckily...

In fact, you blacked out before you could even charge at them with one of those small arts and crafts scissors from one of the classrooms. You still don't remember why you initially took them...

When you woke up, you were not only surrounded by strangers, but everything was so eery.

You were quick to understand their explanations and what you had to do when a 'round' starts. You were quickly proven to be a 'Support' class as one of your abilities allowed you to "Channel your anger for improved speed" and another allowed you to heal others by pulling out candy out of thin air...

At that point you were sure you were dreaming but one of the survivors made sure to pinch you hard enough that you knew it was real.

But then you were suddenly pulled aside by Elliot, who you at least somewhat recognized from the pizza place you went to to get C00lkidd pizza in your early days of taking care of him.

"Listen, you should be aware of the guy in a blue shirt and burger hat." He muttered to you and something piqued your interest. A Burger Hat? Didn't 7n7 wear one of those? Maybe a coincidence?

"His name's 007n7-" Definitely not a coincidence and you felt your heart flutter upon learning he was here. You stopped Elliot mid-sentence as you had already tuned out his negativity and asked where you'd find him.

Elliot was shocked but didn't pry and simply brought you to his cabin.

"If he isn't in there then I have no clue." You could hear disappointment in his voice. You honestly wanted to punch him a little for it but oh well.

"And when you're looking for your own cabin, just pay attention to the doors, yours should already have your name on it but don't ask me how!" He yelled at you from a distance, still going back to the other survivors as you quickly but silently made your way up the porch and knocked on the door.

You could hear him groaning inside but you couldn't care less. You were just happy to see him again despite your ever-so-calm face.

And when he opened the door, you nearly jumped him with joy over the fact he was alive and well... At least until you notice he had some injuries. From those 'Rounds' no doubt...

But he was both surprised and happy to see you too! He was even more surprised when you told him how much effort you put into finding him and C00lkidd, although he began to sound off when you mentioned CK. You could immediately tell something was wrong and feared for the worst... That the poor kid wasn't here and maybe even...

No, he assured you CK was alive and you sighed in relief at those news. However, you'd soon grow horrified again when 7 began to explain that the kid was turned into a monster and placed with the killers.

You spent the rest of the time that you had talking and crying together, finding out more about each other than you'd have ever known. It was nice in a way. You obviously both had been locking up some emotions and ended up spooning on his bed with him listening intently to your heartbeat as you thought about what you'll do now.

One thing was for sure... You're not leaving without your future husband or child... If there even is a way out...

Thanks to @brain4stew for the idea of doing both ideas in one post ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

And sorry for any wild inaccuracies I might've put in, I was honestly just looking to write fluff with possible hurt/comfort elements and wasn't sure how to add them in so I just wrote with the Forsaken OST playing in my ears lol (^▽^)👍

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[teddy-the-queer-wizard]

@loganthrives hey so fun thing is (if your brain will let you) you can just. do the "good parts" first and then go back and string it together.

like write down

concept: x happens in y world and these two kiss about it becasue of [vague details you dont even know or care about rn]

and then dive right into "he turned with a haunted look in his eyes as the bbeg got. back. up. ***again***." *this is the tenth time ive killed him over the course of my life - why wont wont he stay dead, why is he coming back faster amd stronger and better, why wont this* ***end?*** etc etc so on and so forth

and then yeah you can go back after its all written down and find youre excited to figure out this specific event that lead to this scene with foreshadowing or wouldnt it be cool of x character was tied in that this specific way

and then like end up with then parts but youll find largely you end up being just as much in love with the little bits that lead up to the big bits *after* the big bits are done.

sorry to bug hope that helps

anybody else . can anyone hear me

[wcnderlnds]

dizzy [ part four ] ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: its the third day of seunghyun's week in la, your time there almost over. at his third event, he has an idea that leaves you both feeling some type of way. ・❥・word count: 2.4k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. vibrating panties, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, swearing, a little dirty talk kinda. ・❥・ authors note: its 3.30am but i wanted to get this out okay bye. idk how good this so im sorry if it sucks.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

“Baby, come on, I have to go,” Seunghyun protested but made no real move to tear himself away from you. He was dressed, glasses and all, ready to go to rehearsals for Tudum but you had other plans. The second you’d watched him walk out of the bathroom looking like a whole five course meal, you couldn’t help yourself. You had pulled him back onto the bed, attaching your lips to his neck. There were already red marks forming on his skin where you’d been nibbling at his skin. Very, very reluctantly, he managed to pull away from you. The pout on your face was almost enough to make him cave and spend the rest of the morning in bed with you but he had a job to do.

“Fine,” you huffed, laying back in the bed with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll be here waiting for you to come back.”

“I’m sure you can bear to be without me for a few hours,” he laughed, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “Behave and I’ll see you soon.”

“No promises on the whole behaving thing but have fun.”

He gave you one last sweet kiss before leaving you alone. As much as you hated to see him leave, you were so happy that he was excited to actually go out and work. It had been so long since he’d had such a busy week, you hadn’t really known what to expect. It had only been a couple of days but the Seunghyun from the first day was a stark contrast to the one now. That first day he’d been nervous, almost overwhelmed but now? He had that confidence about him, cracking his jokes and being a little shit. You could only imagine how he’d be tomorrow at Tudum.

You were just happy to see your husband thriving. Nobody in the world deserved this more than him. This was his moment and you were just along for the ride. You yawned, stretching your arms out taking a glance at the time on your phone. It was still early so instead of waiting around bored for Seunghyun to come back, you decided a nap was in order.

Meanwhile, Seunghyun was having a hard time concentrating. His eyes poured over his script through his glasses, looking like he was solely focused on that when it couldn’t be further from the truth. The feeling of your lips still lingered, the mere thought of it was getting him hard again. He couldn’t afford that right now. He needed to lock in. It was hard (pun intended) when all he could think about was you.

His mind drifted off, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you when he got back to the hotel but then he remembered something. He’d specifically packed a pair of vibrating panties for you. They’d originally been bought as a joke a couple of months ago but one night, you’d had a conversation about how you’d like to try them; the opportunity had just never presented itself until now. Seunghyun smirked to himself as he thought about the perfect way to put them to use.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

It had definitely been a mistake agreeing to this.

When Seunghyun had asked you if you wanted to wear the panties and finally put them to use, you had been more than up for it. What was life without a little excitement? Knowing he would be in control of them all night was such a thrill. What you had completely forgot to remember was that this was Seunghyun – the biggest tease on the planet. He would take any chance he got to be a little shit and, boy, was he really living up to that.

The first test had been in the car ride over. He’d pressed the button and instantly you’d had to clench your thighs together, the vibrations shooting straight to your core. Seunghyun’s lips had quirked up at the corners, ideas already forming in his head.

Now, he was standing taking photos, one of his hands in his pocket as he played around with the settings. At first he’d set it to be slow, giving you a chance to breathe but he kept ramping it up and you were a mess as you stood watching him. It was the most difficult thing trying to act like nothing was wrong when in reality you were a wet, frustrated mess. To everyone else, it looked like he was just posing innocently but you knew the truth. He was being a menace, driving you to the brink of orgasm then pulling it away from you all with the touch of a remote control button.

During the event, he let you have a moment without teasing you but it was too late already. You were already too worked up, craving relief. So, the moment Seunghyun stepped off stage, you quickly followed him into the backstage area to his dressing room. You weren’t even sure he’d seen you but when he turned around with a grin on his face, you realised he had. You presseed your back against the door taking a deep breath in to steady yourself.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seunghyun asked innocently, leaning back against the dressing table – that shit eating grin still on his face. You wanted to march over there and wipe it off his face but the state you were in, you couldn’t do anything but stand there, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Seunghyun, please. I’m going insane,” you were almost pleading with him. What you didn’t notice was that his hand had slipped into his jacket pocket where he’d been keeping the remote. He, once again, pressed the button and this time you let out a loud whimper. 

He loved seeing you like this, so desperate, so overtaken by pleasure that you couldn’t control yourself. The second you’d give him permission to use the remote, he’d been turned on but now seeing you practically a whimpering, whining mess, he was hard as a rock. He couldn’t take it anymore either. He reached out, tugging on your arm to pull you into his hard chest. His lips were on yours in an instant, his hands all over you as he manoeuvred you around to push you over the dressing table. He pushed your head down so you were bent over the wooden furniture.

“You’re lucky I’m in no mood to tease you right now,” he said, grinding his clothed erection against your ass. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. You deserve it.”

He pulled your panties off swiftly down your legs to pool at your ankles. His fingers slid along your folds, groaning how wet you were. You were practically dripping. He popped the button on his pants, unzipping the zip and freeing himself enough to pull his cock out. His hands gripped at your hips, holding you in place as he pushed himself inside you. He groaned at how easily he slid in, his hips flush against yours as he bottomed out. He didn’t even take a moment to bask in how good it felt, instead he immediately began thrusting his hips into you. He pulled out, pushing back in, setting a relentlelss pace. If you were desperate then Seunghyun was right there with you.

“Oh God, Seunghyun,” you moaned loudly, your hands gripping the edge of the table for something to hold onto as he rutted into you.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” He then caught his reflection in the mirror, the image of him fucking you searing into his memory. It was then an idea struck him. In a deep, commanding voice, he spoke his next words. “Eyes up and look in the mirror while I fuck you. Don’t you dare look away.”

You obeyed immediately, lifting your head up to watch, your eyes meeting his in the reflection. You moaned at how good he looked pounding into you from behind. You felt your walls clench at the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes rolling back completely consumed by pleasure. “I’m so close.”

Just as Seunghyun was about to speak, there was a knock at the door. It was someone calling for him. He apparently needed to go back out there to meet fans and take more pictures. He leaned over your back, his hips never relenting as he whispered in your ear. “Be quiet, princess. Wouldn’t want to get caught now, would we?”

You thought maybe he’d stopped but he didn’t. If anything he began to move faster. As he shouted back that he’d be out in a minute, one of his hands moved to slap your ass, grasping the flesh as it landed. You couldn’t help the moan that tore from your throat but Seunghyun acted quickly, moving his hand around to cover your mouth. The thrill of almost getting caught must have done something for you because he felt you tighten around him. Knowing that he needed to get back out there, he took this as his cue to finish you off. He pulled on your hair, tugging your head back as he thrust into you harder. The quiet grunts coming from him were your end. You practically screamed, the sound muffled by his hand as you came, your body shaking from the force of your release. He stilled, his own orgasm hitting him as he poured himself inside you. A couple more shallow throats and he pulled out from you. He leaned over you pressing a tender kiss to your neck, his fingers moved to pull your panties back into place.

He tucked himself back into his pants. He glanced in the mirror seeing his flushed face and messy hair. So, he used his hands to smooth it back into place, running them over his suit too to make sure there were no crinkles or evidence of your little get together.

“I have to go but I’ll come find you once I’m finished,” Seunghyun pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He hated to leave right after having sex but this was one of those moments where he had no choice.

When he left the room, you stayed behind for a moment to collect yourself. It was a miracle you could even walk right now. With a few shaky steps, you made your way out of the room and into the main area where everyone was. Seunghyun was over with the rest of the cast, taking photographs and looking picture perfect. It was almost like he hadn’t just given you one of the best fucks of your life in his dressing room.

Watching him from afar, an idea struck you. All you needed was a chance to get him alone and away from people. That moment happened when you saw him heading towards the bathroom. Quickly, you caught up to him, grabbing his hand and yanking him into one of the bathroom stalls. It caught him off guard, his eyes almost widening comically as you pushed him against the stall wall.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, watching with hooded eyes as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Rewarding you for what happened in the dressing room,” you smiled up at him cheekily, popping the button open on his pants and tugging them down. His boxers came next, freeing his cock. He was already half hard thanks to your boldness. You wrapped your hand around him, pumping him to get him nice and hard for you.

“I have to get back out there,” he said breathlessly.

“I’ll be quick.”

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking a little which caused him to groan quietly. He knew he had to keep quiet, you were in a public bathroom but with the way your mouth was already working him, he knew there was no hope for him. Especially not when your tongue licked a stripe on the underside of his dick causing him to shiver, his hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in your hair, slightly pushing your head towards his length. You took the cue, taking him in your mouth as far as you could go, hollowing your cheeks out. He watched your every movement. You pulled back off him with a pop, spitting on him so you could take him deeper. As you put him back in your mouth, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you heard someone come into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room – someone obviously coming in to wash their hands. You bobbed your head fast which caused Seunghyun to let out a strangled groan. So, you pulled off him again much to his dismay. 

“Gotta be quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want someone to catch us,” you mocked his words from earlier. Once again you took him back in your mouth, bobbing your head along his cock. Seunghyun couldn’t take the way you were looking up at him through your lashes, the sight of him inside your mouth and the way he was hitting the back of your throat with each movement enough to send him spiralling. He let out a long, loud moan, bringing his fist up to his mouth to bite onto it to stifle the sound. His other hand held you in place as he shot his load down your throat.

You swallowed every drop you could, pulling off him and using the back of your hand to wipe any remnants from your lips. Rising to your feet, you cupped his cheek, patting it a little. “Good boy.”

Seunghyun took in a deep breath, his eyes closed as he came back down to Earth. With shaky hands he pulled his clothes back up. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“That’s your fault for wearing those glasses with that suit. Are you trying to kill me or something?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands finding their place on your waist. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

“Are you satisfied now or am I going to have to take you back to the hotel and keep this going?”

“Mhm. I don’t know. Depends what you have in mind.”

Seunghyun only laughed, playfully rolling his eyes at you as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. The fact that tomorrow was your last day in Los Angeles made him feel a little sad but he already knew this was one of his favourite trips ever.

Just one more day to go.

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[phdmama]

“Is there room for negotiation?"

This is for @a--a---a who posted a headcanon that sparked this little scene! I'm ending it here because sadly, I have other things to do with my day because I know where this could go!

This is almost entirely SOOC, only lightly edited, just for fun. I have no idea where in the timeline this is, so put it wherever you'd like! Eventually to be archived on AO3.

Thank you so much for the spark and the permission to write it!

Buddie, ~1400 words, Teen

It takes Buck a hot minute to understand what Eddie’s trying to tell him.

To be fair, Eddie’s pulse had been pounding so loudly in his own ears that he couldn’t even really hear what he was saying. He’d gotten lost in some rambling metaphor about red wine and white wine and at first Buck had thought Eddie was talking about getting into wine, which had led to Buck immediately googling “wine events near me” which had led to Eddie agreeing to go to some Old Vine Zin wine tasting thing next Friday. Eddie doesn’t even like wine that much.

“I didn’t think you even liked wine that much,” Buck is saying, and well. Clearly he’s missed the point.

“I don’t,” Eddie says and then adds hastily as Buck’s face falls, “No, I just mean. Wine’s not really been my thing. But I’m excited to go to that with you, maybe learn something new.” His hands are sweating and he wipes them surreptitiously on his pants. “It’s just. That’s not really what I was trying to say when I said I’d realized something recently.”

Buck pauses, and shifts on the couch where they’ve been chilling post-long-ass shift, debating going to the grocery store, things like that. Normal things. Eddie’s not entirely sure why Buck had just followed him home, but he’s not complaining. He’ll always prefer having Buck in his house to… not.

Eddie’s also not sure why he’s picked this particular moment to share his recent revelations with Buck. Obviously he’s been thinking about how to do it. Maybe over dinner, somewhere nicer than they usually go. Eddie’s pictured Buck’s face in the candlelight, smiling at him over a glass of wine. Shit, maybe Eddie really does need to get into wine? Whatever, Eddie’s pictured it a thousand times, but he’s never pictured this, Buck, sleepy and rumpled, slumped down on the couch, feet on Eddie’s coffee table, a beer in front of him for all that’s 9:30 am on a Tuesday.

Eddie’s in love with him probably.

That’s probably been the biggest revelation, and that one had hit mid-shift several weeks ago, during the most clichéd of all calls, cat stuck in a tree. Mr. Grumpypants had lived up to his name, and Buck had lost the rock-paper-scissors for who had to go up the ladder and get him. Buck had been so sweet and gentle with the terrified creature that by the time he was backing one-handed down the ladder, Mr. Grumpypants was snuggled up against him, purring so loudly it was audible over the noise of LA traffic.

Eddie had just been hanging out, shooting the shit with Chim and Hen and watching Buck do his thing, and it had hit him. I’m in love with him. The realization was so unexpected, yet so obvious, that Eddie had almost felt a bit foolish. It was like that thing Buck had been telling him earlier that morning about calculus, something he’d learned from one of his many, many podcasts. 

“It’s not like calculus was invented,” Buck had said happily, swaying with the movement of the rig as they’d taken a corner faster than advisable. “It’s more like, they just figured it out, Newton and… shit, some other guy. Like, the things that calculus describes, those weren’t new things. The math was just a way for them to describe something that was already there.”

A way to describe something already there.

So yeah, Eddie had felt a little silly that it’s taken him this long, because now that he knows what to look for, it’s just so blindingly clear. 

To be fair, it had taken him some time to come to grips with it. Not the in love thing, that part’s easy. The whole hey, it turns out I’m maybe not as straight as I thought I was and WOW does this explain a few things and OH FUCK what are my folks going to say. 

But Eddie has processed it. He’s adjusted his understanding of himself, had some difficult conversations that are yet to be resolved, and sure, there’s definitely going to be more of that in the future, especially if things go the way he hopes. But even with all of that, Eddie doesn’t want to wait anymore. He wants Buck to know because he wants Buck to know him, all of him. 

There’s a couple of other things he wants, and after weeks of careful observation, he’s pretty sure he knows what Buck wants too. Not 100% maybe, but sure enough to take the risk.

So Eddie takes a deep breath, wipes his hands on his pants again, and says, “I was trying to tell you that I’ve realized something about myself.”

Buck’s nodding, making his I am listening so hard to you right now face. “Uh-huh.”

“And I guess the metaphor was kind of lame.”

“Metaphor?”

“Yeah, you know, that I like red wine and white wine. I like… both.”

Buck is frowning, staring off into the distance. “So when you say you like both red wine and white wine, what you mean is you like…” Eddie can see the moment he understands, the way his gaze sharpens and snaps to Eddie’s face. “You like both?”

Eddie nods, swallows. “Yeah, Buck. I like both.”

“Oh wow.” Buck’s face softens. “That’s, wow. That’s big, man.”

Eddie nods again.

Buck reaches out, slings an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you. Thank you for telling me.” He ruffles Eddie’s hair and gets up. “You know what? This calls for a celebration. I’ve got a split of champagne that I got a while ago at the Farmer’s Market. We should toast.” He pauses when he gets to the door to the kitchen. “This doesn’t change a thing between us. You know that, right?” 

He waits for Eddie’s nod before walking through the door and Eddie can hear him rummaging about in the kitchen, muttering something about Where did those goddamn champagne flutes go? I know I put them somewhere.

So. That’s done. Eddie’s imagined a thousand scenarios, a thousand different ways that Buck might respond, from profound horror (deeply unlikely) to immediately ripping off his clothes and shouting Take me now! (also deeply unlikely but fun to imagine). Eddie hasn’t quite imagined this, though — Buck being the best bro, the most supportive friend he knows how to be, which is, of course, the only kind of friend he knows how to be.

He’s in the kitchen pouring champagne, for fuck’s sake.

Eddie shakes his head, pushes to his feet and follows Buck into the kitchen.

“This doesn’t change anything?”

Buck looks over his shoulder from where he’s bent over, rummaging in the depths of the refrigerator. “Of course not, Eddie. Why would it? You’re my best friend.”

“Nothing?” Eddie persists. “Like, is that your final answer?”

Buck straightens slowly, holding a small bottle in his large hand. “What…” he pauses, licks his lips. “What are you asking?”

“Just,” Eddie says, certainty starting to bloom in his heart at the look on Buck’s face. “Are you open to other offers? Is there room for negotiation?”

Buck blindly sets the bottle down on the counter next to him. “Eddie, are you…”

“It’s just,” Eddie interrupts, heart pounding as he takes that last step into the unknown. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Buck says automatically and then freezes.

Eddie shakes his head. This guy. “No, I love you like, I’m in love with you.” 

“Oh,” Buck breathes, seemingly frozen in place.

“And I think you might… I think you might feel the same way?”

Buck stares at him, cheeks flushing. “What makes you think that?”

Eddie takes a careful step. “The way you look at me. The way you take care of me. The way you laugh at all of my jokes, even the stupid ones.”

“They’re not that bad,” Buck says, eyes bright.

“They really are,” Eddie says. “I don’t know, Buck. It’s just, it’s all of it. It's you and how you are with me tells me that you love me, just like I love you. That you’re in love with me, just like I am with you.”

Buck doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just looks consideringly at Eddie.

“Say that’s true,” he says finally and Eddie can’t help but grin at his tone. “What are you going to do about it?”

“This,” Eddie says, closes the distance between them and kisses him.

[complete-clownery]

THOUGHTS ON THIS (now that I have collected them)

This is like very "already everyone thinks about this most of the time when they think about Bilbo moving back to Bag end" thoughts, but I still wanted to get this off my chest

OKAY SO,,,

this is two months after the battle of the five armies, and well Fili's Kili's and Thorin's death as you have probably already deducted,,,

Bilbo is very much still processing the events and trying to deal with the grief of the company members,,,

After travelling with 13 dwarfs for so long, coming back to the Shire and now once again being on his own, he became aware of the fact that silence is extremely unsettling for him. Especially now when he is left alone with his thoughts about the young princes' death and of course the death of his very close friend Thorin Oakenshield.

He obviously realized by now how much he misses all of the company members. He has always been repressed in Hobbiton so now that he was able to act as himself for the first time in years it's hard for him to go back to his previous life (as stated by Gandalf of course)

He tries going back and tries reestablishing some of his old relationships with friends family members, or steak new ones, but of course none of it is the same, and most of the time leaves him a lot more drained than actually fulfilled and recharged.

He isn't really accepted back as well at first, he just came back after a year of leaving, in dwarven and human clothes and a elvish sword and a small chest of gold, he lost weight, he became more inpatient with the fussy hobbit way of communication, and he also became withdrawn from the community.

(I like to think that he's actually just about to move out from Bag end to go visit Erebor and then maybe settle down in Rivendell, but a few weeks before he's about to leave for good he catches word of his nephew, Frodo getting orphaned and decides to take him in as his only close family member, and obviously decides against leaving the Shire for Frodos sake (but also having Frodo there improves his life significantly that is a turn he had not expected when adopting the young boy, so he never regretted staying)

The most fun he had those days were when the young children decided to seek him out for his adventurous tales of dragons, Orcs, Elves and Dwarfs.

Bilbo actually likes children a lot; They're not overly nice, frivolous, narrow-minded beings like a lot of adult hobbits in the Shire; they are actually curious and open minded and honest. Interacting with them is always a breath of fresh air to him.

Although whenever these little storytime sessions end and the kids go home and tell their parents about what Master Begins had told them about great adventures and battles and treasures, a few parents always end up knocking on Bilbo's door(in the most inhumane hours): infuriated about Bilbo telling the young children lies and stories that are "dangerous" for them to hear.

It is always an annoyance really, but he can never say no to curious eyes and the never ending flood of questions.

He also made his stories very child friendly of course. I tried to show that in the illustration with how in the text bubbles when he talks the items and characters appearing are kind of child-drawinglike (?) im not sure if I nailed that, but the thought was there i swear

Also whenever he talks about his company members he also talks about them extremely highly,,and most grandly about Fili and Kili, since he wants the young princes to be remembered by their heroic actions.

The one who he talks the least about is Thorin, especially the first one year after he came back. Talking about him was just too much sometimes,, even when the kids asked about the King of the dwarfs he tried answering briefly.

Then of course these days passed and he became more comfortable with talking about Thorin Oakenshield.

Anyways!!! For now that's all, but whenever I get new ideas I'll edit this post with more HC (mostly relating to this comic and Bilbo and little hobbits)

Okay guys

[demie90s]

For You? Always

⠀ ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ NIKA MÜHL X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

MASTERLIST, ALL PARTS

⭑ pairing: Nika Mühl x reader (spoiled-by-reader!fem!reader)

⭑ summary: After a long practice, the team heads out for dinner—but when Nina casually says “I want…,” you don’t even let her finish. You just say yes. Loud. Easy.

⭑ genre: Flirty, fun, spoiled energy, team banter, sugar mama lite

⭑ warnings: Soft language, playful flexing, subtle dominance, Nika being spoiled with no shame

⭑ word count: ~0.6k

Scene: Post-Practice | UConn Women’s Locker Room → Dinner

Practice ran long.

One of those full-speed, full-sweat, legs-don’t-work-anymore days. The kind where drills start focused and end in survival. Every player dragging ass, hands on knees, water bottles emptied faster than they’re refilled. Geno’s voice still echoing in your skull, your sports bra clinging to your spine, hair soaked, knees aching—but satisfied.

You earned that soreness.

The team’s filtering out of the gym slow, peeling off socks, swiping iced towels across their faces. You’re sitting on the locker room bench, leaning back, hoodie untied around your waist, slides on, and still fine. Barefaced. Jewelry light. Expensive watch flashing under the shitty fluorescent lights like it doesn’t belong here.

You scroll through your phone like you didn’t just hit 28 and 7. Notifications going up—some tagged clip of your fourth-quarter putback already climbing views. Comments flooded with “she got money AND game??” and “uconn got oil princes hooping now??”

You don’t retweet it. Don’t even like it. You’re used to that noise.

Nika walks by with her curls tied up, her duffle bag hanging off one shoulder, and sweat glistening across her collarbone like a setup. She’s still breathing hard, but she smirks as she passes you.

“Let’s eat.”

That’s it.

Not a question. Not a suggestion. Just: Let’s.

You stand without a word.

The rest of the team trickles out after, yelling across the hallway, debating food. Someone says wings, someone else says Thai. KK’s loudly arguing with Ashlynn about who still owes who boba from three weeks ago.

But Nika’s already in your passenger seat. Feet up. Elbows on the door. Phone in hand. She’s scrolling slow, her other hand resting on your center console like she owns the car. Which, technically, you do.

You pull into the restaurant parking lot—some mid-luxury spot with real linen napkins and a bill that never stays under $300 for the full squad. You don’t flinch.

And that’s when it happens.

Outside the car, Nika’s still half watching her screen, not even looking at you when she says:

“I want—”

“Yes.”

You say it before she finishes.

Loud. Clear. Calm as hell.

She freezes for a second. Then turns her head slow, one eyebrow raised.

A beat passes.

Then, from the open windows, you hear it—

“AYO!!”

“NOT AGAIN.”

“Bro, she didn’t even finish her sentence!”

“THAT’S A YES TO ANYTHING!”

“I’m ordering two apps and dessert!”

The team’s already halfway inside the restaurant and losing their damn minds. KK is literally stomping in place. Paige leans on Jana like she’s about to collapse from laughter. Ayanna’s recording the moment like it’s a national event.

Nika smirks.

You’re still in your seat, seatbelt undone, watching her with half-lidded eyes and no shame.

“You didn’t even hear what I wanted,” she teases.

“I heard you,” you say. “Didn’t need the rest.”

She licks her teeth. “What if I said I wanted a jet?”

You blink. “Do you want it now or after the season?”

Her face cracks—just slightly. That half-second where her cocky smirk softens, eyes dart down like she doesn’t want to react too much. But you catch it.

“You’re ridiculous,” she mumbles, getting out the car.

You lean back in your seat, grinning to yourself. Ridiculous? Maybe. But she’s still wearing the Cartier bracelet you slipped in her bag last week. Still riding with you. Still saying “I want” with her chest, knowing damn well what happens when she does.

—

Dinner is loud.

The team’s halfway feral. Ordering extra appetizers, dessert first, laughing like they haven’t just run suicides for an hour. Waiters are confused. The energy’s chaotic.

You sit at the end of the table. One arm draped across the back of Nika’s chair. You’ve already given the server your card—quietly, no flex needed. You always do.

“Y’all act brand new every time,” you say, laughing as KK waves the dessert menu like it’s a winning lottery ticket.

“You’re the one saying yes like it’s oxygen!” Aubrey fires back.

“She said I want, and you didn’t even ask what!”

“I never have to,” you shrug.

And Nika?

She’s leaned in close now. Shoulders relaxed. Head tilted just enough to whisper.

“You’re spoiling us,” she says.

You hum. “I like taking care of my team.”

“I’m not just your team.��

You pause.

Then, soft: “I know.”

The table keeps yelling around you. Paige is halfway in Ashlynn’s food. Ayanna’s already claimed leftovers that don’t exist yet. But it all fades when Nika’s hand slides under the table, fingers resting on your knee—just a little pressure. Casual. But not nothing.

“So anxious…” plays faintly over the restaurant’s playlist. Nobody else catches it.

But you do.

You glance down at Nika, lips twitching.

“What time do you want me?”

She doesn’t smile. Just stares.

Then: “Midnight.”

Your throat tightens.

You nod once. “Door’s open.”

[kkooongie]

I don't know if you get a request, but I still want to make a request. Can you write an article about being a parent with Bsd men? (Dazai, fyodor, chuuya etc.)

A/N || Thank you for sending this request anon! Also...i interpreted your ask this way but if its not what you wanted lemme know! Nonetheless i hope you like it

BSD AS PARENTS

[♡] chuuya always did the girls’ hair, especially whenever they went out. he wouldn’t even let you put a clip. no, nope, never. it had to be him who got to decorate his two pretty little angels’ hairs. before he left for work, he would softly comb their hair and part them into halves, cracking jokes and making them laugh in the meantime. then, he would take two hair ties with cute designs on them, some with butterflies, some with flowers and some with bows on them and tie their hair up in pigtails. and then he would clip equally cute and tiny clips onto their hair. though after they came back from playschool half of the accessories would be missing, some in their bag if the teacher found them, some gone forever. but that didn’t stop your husband from ever doing their hair. chuuya would take even longer to style out their hair if the four of you were going out somewhere till the point that even you would be done dressing up and you would just come and sit beside him and the girls, watching him contentedly as he did one of your daughters’ hair. you always felt your heart swell up with pride whenever this scene unfolded; one girl beside him playing with his sleeves, another on his lap laughing at whatever he had just said, all the while he did her hair, looking at them with so much love and adoration. it was at times like these when you realised that you had fallen in love with the right man.

[♡] you regularly woke up to jouno and the boys sneakily eating ice cream late at night. it was almost becoming a routine, much to your annoyance and amusement. it started a few months ago when you woke up to use the bathroom and got up slowly so as to not wake jouno up but when you turned to look at him, you found the bed empty. for a second panicked gripped you, because where the hell did your husband disappear in the middle of the night? suddenly you heard a giggle come from the kitchen, immediately followed by a ‘shush!’, and you raised an eyebrow, wondering what the three of them were doing in the kitchen at this late hour. quietly, you crept towards the kitchen, and peeped in, nearly letting out an angry gasp at the sight that unfolded in front of you. jouno stood in front of the island with your two boys sitting on it, three of them with a bowl of ice cream in their hands. “don’t tell mom, okay?” jouno whispered with a smile, eliciting another giggle from them. you were about to barge in and scold your husband for letting them have ice creams so late at night, except jouno turned his head slightly to your direction and smiled, indicating that he had seen you. you huffed, rolling your eyes a little before storming back to bed. slowly, this became an everyday event but the more and more you observed them from the dark, the more you found your annoyance turning into amusement. sure you were still worried that the kids might catch cold but it warmed your heart so much to see them enjoying with their father. so you let them be, knowing that jouno always posed as the more stricter parent so they needed some special bonding time.

[♡] every sunday night was fortress night, according to dazai. it all started when your son complained that cartoon nights were for children, and your daughter too quickly jumped into the argument claiming that the four of you should be doing more fun stuff instead. you were very confused, wondering if this was a new mischief they had learnt from their play school. but luckily, your husband came to the rescue. he suddenly claimed that he too, was feeling boredom, and that the kids had announced this just in time for the ‘surprise mommy and daddy prepared' for them. you too smiled and clapped along, pretending that you were completely aware of the situation. you trusted dazai as he walked into the bedroom and came out with all the pillows and mattresses you owned, dumping them into the living room. then, as if on a cue, lightning struck outside causing your son to scream, and dazai grabbed your daughter and pushed her into the heap of soft mattresses, scrambling around to rearrange everything. “quick!” he said to you and your son, “we need to prepare our defenses before the fortress collapses!”. and the kids seem to have thought he was serious because they immediately jumped into the game, putting up pillows and what not. you watched them work hard in amusement, dazai impersonating a general as your children laughed and set up the ‘barrier’ and you found yourself smiling at them before joining in. finally, after what felt like an eternity of laughing and stacking pillows and mattresses up (you weren’t even counting the sudden random pillow fight dazai initiated after he ‘accidentally’ hit you), the four of you were snuggled close to each other inside the pillow fortress, laughing as the rain poured outside heavily. “we should do this every sunday!” dazai laughed, lacing your hand in his as he wrapped another arm around the kids. you smiled back at him, giving his hand a squeeze. “yes, we should.”

[♡] tecchou loved working out with your son. and it was a cute sight to behold. well… most of the time it was. usually you would just walk in to your son standing on your husband’s back as he did push ups, pretending to be ‘running mountains’ for your son. but then one day, you walked in to him holding your son in his arms (well, not exactly arms but rather forearms) and using him… as a weight for bicep curls. you opened your mouth to scold tecchou in case the child got hurt but you stopped when you heard your son giggle in delight, asking his father to go even faster. to this tecchou just laughed, saying that if he went any faster, he would fly off daddy’s arms and get hurt. you nearly snorted at that excuse when you remembered how tecchou used to toss your son into the air, causing shrieks of laughter and horror, one from your baby and one from you. but he always caught him in the end no matter what so you knew that even if there was a possibility that he slipped off tecchou’s arms, he would grab him. tecchou would never let any harm come to both of your precious son. he was the gentlest and most caring soul to exist and at times you were proud to call him your husband. you loved how much time he always kept for your child through these workout sessions, even after a long day of work. even if tecchou would complain about being tired, if your son came scrambling into the room asking if he could ‘accompany daddy when he runs on the treadmill’, tecchou would always readily say yes. and such scenes made you fall in love ith him even more.

[♡] nikolai and your daughter loved drawing on the walls, much to your dismay. you just couldn’t understand them, understand what joy they got from drawing on the walls. and it wasn’t like they were painting murals or something artistic. no! they were scribbling on the walls with crayons, both of them laughing deviously as they continued drawing. at first when you and nikolai discovered your little daughter scribbling away a castle, a princess with a sword and a dragon, you expected nikolai to step up and explain her why it wasn’t good habit to draw on the wall but instead, he picked up a crayon and drew a hill under the caste. and then you stared in horror as the two of them continued with their art piece. but no amount of scolding nikolai in private would change him. he confessed that he just wanted her to grow up without any guilt and good memories and that he would soon paint the walls. you offered them sheets of paper but both of them were still fixated on the wall. and then you gave up. nikolai did paint the walls… only for them to draw again. by now you had given up trying to tell them off, instead resorting to watching them work on their ‘masterpieces’, finding yourself laughing at the small jokes they sometimes cracked. and it swelled your heart to see how serious your daughter was, (now also beginning to draw on sheets with a rather concentrated look on her face). maybe nikolai was right. it was the memories that mattered.

[♡] the kids and fyodor regularly surprised you after work. work was always tiring and draining, you were at a higher position and there was the endless demands of people to be met each day. and honestly, you would have broken down long ago if it wasn’t for your husband and your kids. every single day, right when your work was done for the day, fyodor would show up with kids in front of your office, either with a bouquet of flowers or with some treats he and the kids made together. and seeing his smiling face and their laughing faces would remove all the tiredness you had felt after the long day. it first started out the day after you complained to fyodor and the kids that you were in no mood to have dinner together; you were having a splitting headache and your legs hurt, and all you wanted to do was just to be left alone and rest. at the end of your work the next day, just as you were about to get up equally tired and exhausted, you heard a familiar voice yell ‘mommy!’ and to your shock you found fyodor and your lovely son and daughter walking into your office room with your favourite chocolates. and soon it became an everyday thing, till the point you were looking forward to it. every evening that you drove back home with your family made you look forward to the next day at work.

[♡] kunikida loved baking with his son, no matter how terrible the outcome was. he wasn’t a great cook. nor a great baker. but unfortunately, you were worse. so when your son came up to the two of you and asked if he could start baking because it was something that seemed to interest him (well you were just glad he was using his screen time to search up baking videos), kunikida couldn't say no. but he didn’t know a single thing about baking so he took it upon himself to study all the baking books he could get his hands on and watching as many baking guide 101 videos as he could till the day the two of them actually started baking. and the first cake was… well, more of a biscuit than a cake. but nonetheless you applauded them for the efforts (though your stomach later paid the price). but in both of your eyes it wasn’t the end result that was important. if anything, your son enjoyed the whole process, laughing the whole time and explaining ‘scientific’ reasons for each step to your husband, as you overheard them from the living room. kunikida too seemed to be enjoying it. despite his obsession over being a perfectionist, this seemed to be the first time he ever let it go. and then it became a common occasion for the two of them to bake, the goodies becoming slightly better with each try. you weren’t going to interrupt them. not when your husband and your son looked like they were having the time of their lives while accidentally getting into a flour fights.

[♡] your daughter and ranpo would stay stuck in a place forever, until the puzzle was solved. you had seen this coming from miles away. from the day you and your husband started reading bedtime stories to your daughter, he would try sneaking in small, easy puzzles into them, helping her solve them too. at first you were worried that it was a bit too much for her as you would always see her looking up quizzically at her father and not willing to go to sleep until he explained it to her. but as the days went by, you saw how much she waited for these puzzles so you didn’t nag ranpo about it much. but now, that she was a bit more grown, the puzzles’ complexity became more, causing her and ranpo to stay up late at night at times, even if it was a school night. and worse was when you all would go to the mall and the two of them would enter the bookstore, pick a random sherlock holmes or agatha christie book and try to solve it before. you would probably end up roaming the entire mall by then and still come back and find them huddled together at the bookstore. and at times, that maddened you a lot considering how you hated walking around the mall alone but when you saw how dedicatedly they both were on to this task, you immediately forgave them. because there was no sight more cuter than your husband and daughter scribbling away furiously on a piece of paper as they pretended to be sherlock holmes and miss maples.

[♡] tanizaki was always the canvas for your daughter’s makeup trials. well you supposed you were partially to be blamed for it. you would always put on makeup with her beside you so it was only natural that she too got interested in makeup. she then demanded to have some of yours but since you couldn’t, you gave her some sketch pens and a makeup remover and asked her to try it on her dolls as practice. but little did you know that she would listen to you only half, deciding to use her unsuspecting daddy who was now asleep as a test subject. when tanizaki woke to the giggling girl beside him, he was immediately suspicious of the red sketch pen in her hand and the weird cool feeling on his face. so he reached out for the mirror beside him and… the scream that should have left him would have brought the roof down so instead he just gasped happily and asked her if she was the one who did his makeup. and that was his mistake in deciding to indulge her. because now regularly he would get invited to her ‘parlour’ and would have to sit through hours of sketch pen transformation in the name of makeup. and while it was an hour of you scrubbing his face to get the sketch pen off he didn’t mind if it meant he got to see his girl laughing and having fun. 

© 𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[mysteryshoptls]

Idia Shroud Shared Lines

Tutorial: You're here... ...Can I go home now?

Level Up 1 / Buddy Level Up: I'm gainin' more EXP... Dwehehehe

Level Up 2: Leveling is crucial.

Level Up 3: Da-da-da daa dum da dah da-da! Level up～

Level Max: H-Hey, isn't my EXP gauge all maxed out already? I don't need to try any harder, right?

Vignette Level Up: There's folks out there who like running challenges using characters with ridiculous stats. ...I'm talking about you.

Spell Level Up: Ughhh, even if my magic gets stronger, it's not like it does me any good out there in the real world. Bleegh.

Friendship Level Up: Y-You’ve got some ulterior motive for being so nice to me, don’t you? Honestly, I’d feel more relaxed if you’d say that you did…

Friendship Level Max: When you first said you wanted me to come to your guest room, I thought you were being forced to on a dare or something, but… Guess I was wrong. Uh, well… I’ll come again. Yeah.

Uncapped: Is it that fun sticking to me like that? Stop it with that cheesy smile. Weirdo......

Groovification: Now we're getting somewhere. The whole cosmos awaits me! ......How cringe can I get? Yeah, no.

Lesson Select 1: I don't want class outside... I don't want class outside...

Lesson Select 2: I don't need to go to class to study... Why's it gotta be in person?

Lesson Select 3: I-It feels like people have been glancing over here for a while now. Hurry and pick something. Faster!

Lesson Start: Eep! There's too many people...

Lesson Finish: I drained about a week's worth of energy in one go.

Battle Start: I’ll finish this pronto in one turn.

Battle Won: You need to level up more～

Trouble 1: That was a dreadful experience… Hey, didn’t you take too long to jump in and stop that?

Trouble 2: This is why I hate guys who try to solve everything with force!

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” Obvi, just been hyperfixating on my online games, like always… Rather, why would you think I’d go out in cold weather like this in the first place? I recently overhauled the internet speed in the dorm, so it’s crazy fast now lol. Gonna actually pull an all-nighter, it’s been a while!

Birthday Login Message 1: What? I’m a bit busy right now collecting the birthday voice line of my favorite character in this game… The only ones who congratulate me irl are my family, anyway. …Eh? You came to throw a me birthday party? Y-you? Hie… I-if there’s going to be such a high-difficulty event, why can’t you announce the news ahead of time!? I was completely off my guard so I’m utterly unprepared, you know!?

Birthday Login Message 2: I’m busy right now. If there’s something you want to say, can you just get it over with? …Oho～, so you’re here to give me my “Birthday Greetings”? Well, since you’re already here, I might as well let you celebrate me. I can’t wait to see if you can really make me happy～! I’ll try and patiently wait without any expectations.

Birthday Login Message 3: Don’t know how I feel about you celebrating my lifespan shortening by another year… Eh, guess I’ll at least say thanks. Oh yeah, how 'bout you join our gaming tournament? The others in the dorm are setting one up. Ah, but don’t you even think of trying to go easy on me just 'cause I’m the birthday boy. Doesn’t matter what the game is, there’s no way I’d lose to an amateur. So if you’re going to play with us, come with all you got.

Birthday Login Message 4: Siiiigh… As expected, I didn’t win a greeting from Premo’s birthday present campaign. Looks like, as always, I’m just a poor soul that’ll only get birthday wishes from my family and my games… EEK!? WHEN DID YOU GET HERE!? Eh, you came to wish me a happy birthday? I-Is that so…? Well, thanks. Wheehee.

Birthday Login Message 5: Hi… Need something from me? …My birthday? Oh, well, now that you mention it! Th-Thanks… I completely forgot after Ortho wished me a happy birthday this morning… Did I get anything from anyone else? Wh-Wh-Why’re you asking a loner like me that!? I p-pretty much just avoid everyone else, so. The most I did today was play with Azul-shi during our Boardgame Club time… Obviously I utterly crushed him!! …Eh, you think he went easy on me 'cause it was my birthday? Uh-huh… If you really think that, how about a game, then? Don’t come crying to me later after you lose, though, fheehee.

Requested by Anonymous.

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all right everyone the fic teaser...

Fact number one: birthday parties are never about fun. In Miri Jung’s experience, your birthday isn’t really about you. It’s an event that exists with the sole purpose of gathering together all your family — and everyone your family considers family, because family, in the case of the Jungs, is a rather convoluted notion. 

Fact number two: Captain Lagret has completed the Amnesty program, so he is not supposed to be a fascist anymore.

Fact number three: right now, Captain Lagret is proposing a toast to the “fallen heroes” — “you know who I mean.”  When he says this, Miri can already tell the fallen heroes in question aren’t going to be the Red Squadron pilots. Or the people of Ghorman. Or even Saw Gerrera’s partisans. 

And no one at the Pinnacle seems to pay any attention. Well, Miri catches a couple of curious glances from a group of Pantoran aristocrats seated at the nearby table, but that’s about it. Miri assumes they might be more curious about Madam Partagaz’s choice of jewelry than Lagret’s toast. It might be the combination of five strings of yellow Naboo pearls — and a tower-like bun that probably required so much hairspray you could poison a small Outer Rim world.

“To our fallen heroes,” says Madam Partagaz, who now officially goes by her maiden name Sul Vethra — because it’s much more convenient to be Chandrilan “in this new, grim reality.” “Sagrona Teema.”

“Um.” Miri folds the napkin into a neat quarter as she tries to pick her words carefully. “I think you might be…misusing that expression?”

Madam Partagaz produces a smile that is equal parts motherly and condescending. 

“Darling, in Hanna City, we’d always say this.”

Mom shoots Miri a look that counts as her version of a death glare. A muted, polite death glare. Accompanied with a smile that doesn’t extend to Mom’s eyes. LO-LA70, also known as just Lola, chirps quietly, as if trying to comfort Miri, and climbs up her shoulder. 

“Um.” Miri taps her fingers on the table.

“Darling,” says Madam Partagaz. “Stop fidgeting, if you please. Manners, remember? And would you mind putting that thing in your bag? A restaurant is no place for such droids.”

Lola gives a quiet chirp of protest. 

Then Miri says, “All I’m saying is, you cannot wish health and prosperity to people who are already dead.”

The table falls silent. Captain Lagret gestures for the waiter droid to pour him more wine. Supervisor Grandi pretends to be very busy with her nuna fillet. Jarro, Dad’s former attendant, just sits motionless with a smile plastered over his face.

Grandpa clears his throat.

“Actually, I believe it’s time for the cake. Right, Miri?”

She sighs.

“Um. No. No. I…”

Miri pauses, trying to think of the polite way to put this, like a well-mannered young lady that she is supposed to be — at least according to her mother, her grandfather, Madam Partagaz, the principal, and all of the teachers of the Galactic District High.

Lola buzzes, as though sensing what she is about to do. This particular buzz is meant to say, “Don’t. Just don’t.” Miri ignores this. 

“I’m a little bit uncomfortable with this,” she says, slowly. “Could we please not toast to the ISB on my birthday? It’s a little bit…strange. Thank you.”

Great. Now the Pantorans from the nearby table are looking at her and not at Madam Partagaz’s ridiculous pearls. 

Captain Lagret lowers his voice.

“Your father would have begged to differ.”

“I don’t want to talk about my father, Captain,” she says. “Not today.”

“You should have sent her to Chandrila,” whispers Madam Partagaz to Mom. “I’m afraid to think what she’s learning at this Coruscanti school. They have alien teachers! There is a marvelous place in Hanna—” 

“But it’s his birthday too,” says Lagret. His expression doesn’t change for a second. “Need I remind you that your father died protecting this galaxy—”

Oh, please. Miri’s heard this crap too many times already.

“Just like Supervisor Heert, right?” she asks. 

It’s weird how bits of stories that were never really hers, or Mom’s, or Dad’s, or Grandpa’s, stories that none of them ever witnessed, have a way of weaving themselves into the family history as if they’ve always been there. The Jung family is not unlike a bad hoarding case: if something isn’t in the “might come in handy” category, then it surely has some obscure “sentimental value.”

The remaining two of Supervisor Heert’s five tookas, as well as their grandchildren, still live at Mom’s and Miri’s apartment.

The story of Supervisor Heert’s death used to be Miri’s childhood nightmare, because some adults didn’t care what details you can and can’t share with a five-year-old. The school psychologist seemed very perplexed by the case. 

Mom’s eyes narrow. 

“Don’t you dare to talk about Jasper like that, young lady!”

Lola nudges Miri with a tiny paw. 

“Like what?” Miri clarifies. “I didn’t say anything. I’m just not sure what was so heroic about becoming a droid shield.”

Grandpa’s face goes rigid. Jarro chokes on his wine. Lagret goes a shade paler, which is not something Miri had believed to be possible, given that his complexion is best described as “Maldo Kreis ice spider.” 

And suddenly, Miri catches herself thinking that she rather enjoys this sight.

“I’m also not sure how exactly Dad helped save the galaxy,” she adds. 

Let it all burn, she decides.

As it turns out, there are some things that you just can’t voice politely.

I wonder if Lonni Jung’s daughter grows up in the New Republic thinking that her father was a fascist. She is ashamed and angry. She refuses to use her last name. She has terrible fights with her mother as a teen.

Then Kleya finds her and pays a visit.