#because she was the one that I put all my energy into and then I had practically no one left

[yuramour]

ADORE YOU — F1 GRID

synopsis. the grid as dads pairing. f1 grid x reader (ft. mv1, yt22, ln4, op81, gr63, cl16, lh44, dr3, aa23, cs55, ih6, jd7) genre. fluff warnings. idk?? established relationships, mentions of like, having kids?? duh?? wc. 1.8k (150-ish each)

a/n. im ovulating. that's all. also, i wrote max's before he had his baby, so like, absolutely called it. (yes, this has been in my drafts for over a month now.)

MAX VERSTAPPEN

♥︎ girl dad

feels so incredibly obvious, but that's because it's so incredibly true. this man would treat his daughter like an absolute PRINCESS. putting aside the fact that max is an amazing bonus dad for his girl, he just like, exudes girl dad energy. i honestly have a hard time explaining it, but like, trust. omfg he would buy his baby girl literally anything she wants- just one look and he's MELTING and doing whatever she wants. overall, he'd actually be a pretty level-headed dad, especially as his daughter gets older. like, he has good clear boundaries and rules, but still respects her as an individual. would he threaten any future potential boyfriends? no. he doesn't need to. he's literally max verstappen. that's intimidating enough. so yeah, overall, he'd just be a fantastic dad, and he'd have such a great relationship with his little girl. and that's the tea. i love him.

YUKI TSUNODA

♥︎ both

yuki strikes me as the type to not really want kids until he's older. like, he's dedicated to his career until the day he decides he wants kids, and then he's all in on the dad thing. this man does NOT play about family vacations- like, he's got the full itinerary, waking the kids up at 5am to go to the airport for the flight that doesn't even board until 10am, fanny pack, yelling at everyone to put on sunscreen every five minutes. like, he's got that shit on lock. i don't think he cares much about how many kids he ends up having- he just loves being a dad. and trust, he does not play about his babies, he will throw DOWN for them. even as his kids grow up and move out, he is available to them 24/7. he is dropping everything to be there when they need him.

LANDO NORRIS

♥︎ girl dad

someone hold me back. this man is SO girl dad istg. now don't get me wrong, lando would be happy just to have kids- i'm sure we've all seen the numerous videos of him with babies and little kids and he's just absolutely cheesing in all of them. like, this man just loves kids. but he would absolutely LOVE to have a baby girl. i am so so convinced. he is does NOT play about his baby girl. tea parties, playing dress-up, watching every single barbie movie back to back- he's just happy to be there. he absolutely eats up a princess tiara. lets his baby girl do his makeup and all- tells her that she made him look beautiful every time (even if he looks like a literal clown, his girl can do no wrong in his mind). is he a bit of a pushover? yeahhhhh. is it a bit of a problem when he physically cannot say no to his baby girl? yeahhh sometimes. but at the end of the day, lando is just so full of love, he would do literally anything and everything for his kid.

OSCAR PIASTRI

♥︎ boy dad

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD dont get me started on this one. i'm literally in shambles right now. oscar's nonchalant personality is GONE. vanished the second he holds his baby for the first time. he is just so proud to be a father, and his baby boy is the absolute light of his life. he starts every single post-race interview saying "hi" to his baby at home because he knows he's always watching. UGHHGHGHDGHFGDHDGHDGDHG im dead. he likes to keep his private life private of course, so he doesn't typically talk about his kids in interviews, but whenever anyone asks, he can't help but gush about them a little bit</3 dont get me wrong- oscar would be a great girl dad, but he just like, exudes boy dad energy. TRUST he would raise the sweetest, kindest, most generous little boy ever. im gonna STOP right now bc my brain cant handle this. but you get the vibes.

CHARLES LECLERC

♥︎ girl dad

we all saw this coming COME ON NOW. GIRL DAD TO THE EXTREME. that baby girl will never have to want for everything in her entire life. charles already has it all covered. he plans the most elaborate nursery for that baby and has it all set up months before she's even born- he's just so excited. teaches her how to play piano as soon as she's old enough oml. and when she's old enough to go to school and go out with friends, he doesn't hesitate to put his card in her mobile wallet- she could literally buy a whole car with his card and he'd be like "yes, what a sensible purchase. you definitely needed that 🥰" TOTAL pushover and he doesn't even realize it. if you insinuate that he might need to put his foot down a little bit, he is absolutely AGHAST. whatever his baby wants, his baby gets. of course, he's such a sweet man, he raises a sweet, sensible, kind girl. just a liiiiiittle bit spoiled.

LEWIS HAMILTON

♥︎ both

he would just be so happy to be a dad in the first place, he would not gaf if it was a girl or a boy. genuinely, he's the most balanced out of all of the drivers. he brings up his baby anytime he gets the opportunity. even if the conversation is not at all related to kids- if he gets the chance to relate the topic to his kids or being a dad, he will. like, he brings up his babies in EVERY interview. he definitely tones it down after a while, but he's just so elated to be a dad, it still slips out sometimes. again, he doesn't care about whether his baby is a boy or a girl- he just wants to raise a responsible, kind, empathetic person. and even though he talks about his kids basically nonstop, that doesn't mean he'll really want them in the private eye. i think having kids would give lewis more incentive to keep his private life PRIVATE. like, people probably wouldnt even know what his kids look like until theyre a couple years old at least.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

♥︎ TWINS

daniel can't live without chaos in his life. twins are just inevitable. we've seen how chaotic daniel is as an uncle, and being a dad is pretty much the same. he's just a little more careful. having boy/girl twins, daniel treats them the exact same. takes them dirt biking, hiking, sand duning, lake swimming- everything. his twins become his little travel buddies. he's usually the silly goofy fun dad, but TRUST he can be serious and scary when he wants to. like, he will throw DOWNNNN for his kids if he needs to. no other thoughts. just dadiel.

GEORGE RUSSELL

♥︎ girl dad

its that one picture of george in an eras tour shirt with his hands on his hips like an absolute diva that just SCREAMS girl dad. like, he will do ALL the "girly" things with his daughter. he lets her paint his nails, plays barbies with her, watches her shows with her, etc. every day is a constant diva-off between him and his daughter, bc TRUST he's raising her like a literal princess. like, that child is never going to have to work for anything ever. like, lando is nothing but a butler to his baby, but george and his kid are in a constant battle for princess status. two icons, truly.

ALEX ALBON

♥︎ boy dad

pure chaos in that home. never a moment of silence. play fighting, playing baseball in the living room, 1v1's on Halo on the tv, fridge full of bug juice and costco pallets of stain remover in the laundry room. alex fully embraces being a boy dad the second his kid is born. that house is going to be LOUD and ROWDY. but don't get me wrong, that boy is going to be KIND and RESPECTFUL. alex may be the fun goofy dad, but he is going to instill good values into that boy. breakfast in bed for mom every sunday, learning how to cook, learning how to clean- that is going to be a well-rounded, emotionally intelligent kid. bless up.

CARLOS SAINZ

♥︎ girl dad

literally the most perfect dad in the world do not play w me right now. does he treat his daughter like a literal princess? yes ofc. but he is going to make sure that she is respectful, patient, and kind. if she's gonna be anything, she will not be spoiled. i see carlos after becoming a dad keeping his life as private as he physically can. like, he'd want his kid to live as normal a life as possible. but oml going back to the like, girl dad thing, carlos is the most gentle patient dad in the entire world. like, every disagreement/argument is handled in the most mature gentle way possible. every mistake is turned into a lesson instead of a punishment. like, literally the ideal dad. istg im gonna melt right here right now. love that guy. he's the type of dad where his kids are never uncomfortable coming to him about any problem they're having. im gonna stop right here before this gets too long oml

ISACK HADJAR

♥︎ girl dad

(i have a drabble about young dad!isack cooking in my drafts, i just need to get this out before my brain explodes) when his baby is first born, (and well before), he is NERVOUS and SCARED. like, tf does he know about being a dad??? poor guy is hesitant to even hold his daughter for the first time bc he's scared his arms are gonna give out for some reason and he'll drop her. though he gets into the groove of being a dad pretty quick. like, the way he goes from scared boy to peak DAD™ so quick needs to be studied. the type of dad to offer to carpool for his daughters soccer games, bringing all the best snacks and drinks for practice. takes pride in the fact that his home becomes The Hangout House™ for his daughter and her friends. he's just the type of dad to practically adopt his kids friends and treat them like his own.

JACK DOOHAN

♥︎ boy dad

the type of dad who basically just becomes best friends with his kid. like, they just hang out with each other. he takes his kid to hang out with his hangouts (i can just imagine young dad!jack taking his son surfing with his friends and being the only dad but all his friends treat his son like a little member of the friend group im crying). anyways, sometimes he may be a little bit too chill and fun. like, he may have a hard time setting boundaries with his kid bc they're just so chill w each other�� like, he may struggle a bit for a while especially as his kid gets older, but i think the older he gets, the more dad-ly he becomes.

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[rotagnus]

how i would describe uuu 🧡

a pick a pile because i know i lovee being described and i bet you guys do too. half intuitive, half tarot, as always. if a pile doesn't call to you, don't choose it! i may not be the tarot reader for you, and that's okay. make sure that you read this when you're in a good mental space. love u babycakes! make sure you drink water <3

pile 1.

you guys are definitely my spiritual warriors. red headwear/accessories might be significant for some of you! pigeons/birds as well. you guys are absolute sweethearts!! like hachi from nana :) definitely the kid of the friend group! terribly optimistic, you guys remind me of strawberry cheesecake. a lot of friends know to seek your comfort when down, because you can also be the therapist friend. i'm thinking of one of my own friends typing this and god she's so sweet! you guys are tender and not ashamed to show your emotions, and this is such an appealing quality, because you attract people with a lot of depth who, unlike you, don't show it very easily because they struggle with self-perception. good news is, you do have a tendency to attract people who are smart and clever! you may come off as a bubblehead, but you're more than that. you have this intense capability of being a deep thinker and you prefer deeper talks to ones about the weather. however, you're also very self-sacrificial. you feel like you were born owing things to the world, and owing things to people who have been through pain even if they keep hurting you over and over again. you have a very naive perspective on love even though you've been through hell and back--be careful not to confuse your naivete with hopefulness. some people don't deserve your sweetness, babycakes. you're one of a kind and that's meant to stay that way. your power lies in your circle, so you really have to be careful with who you let in. you guys also feel like your struggle with consistency shows, but it's really something more internal. sorry, that was something that jumped out of me.

anyways! a lot of people think that you're so easygoing. i think so too, because as said before, your anxiety/negative thoughts don't show easily. you're a very put together person...fashion junkie much?? everything about you is tea. i think you guys know how to style things well. a lot of u might use facial oil and bare-face is something a lot of you look good with, even if you don't think so! you guys are also deeply faithful to your friends and family even after they do you soooo wrong. you guys really should save all that for yourself, because babycakes, a lot of you have potential to be great artists, great people in your life, and i think that when you don't use all that energy up, it manifests in short-term obsessions and anxiety. a lot of you will probably end up living in a city later in life, and you guys are the kinda people who can thrive in a busy environment. i think a lot of you are also healers, and by that i mean you're very much willing to grow. transcendent, elegant; i love you guys!! omggg. i hope you liked this pac 🙏

pile 2.

you guys are deeply honest, deeply intuitive, and deeply softhearted individuals. a lot of you might be drawn towards 'softer' music. i'm thinking erykah badu, sufjan stevens, a lot of music from countries that are outside of your own. you guys are good analyzers and observers, and you make connections by relating things to other things. you may give compliments that seem backhanded but in your mind you mean it in a very pure and genuine way, but be careful, because it can come off as something different! #idothesame #guiltyascharged. other than that, you guys are the lifeee of the party! fervent and bright, you guys are an eternal cascade of firecrackers. you guys seem to have two sides, and it's such a big privilege if someone has access to both of those things! you guys loveee the materialistic aspect of life and are so deeply talented in it, like, you guys are destined for material success, i'm hearing because you guys know how to be socially apt and you, at your core, wanna help the world. unlike pile 1 you guys are my realists, you realize that there are truly some genuinely evil people out there, and you guys have such a low tolerance for bullshit. you defend your people with such a tender cadence, but you don't play about them. a lot of older siblings here. a lot of you went through pain at a young age and it's deep inside of you, so this little hint of tragedy is definitely visible; you may feel drawn to people and always end up finding out they had some kind of trauma, so that's definitely something to beware of because unlike you, there's a lot of people out there who wield their trauma as a weapon, y'know? you guys are very honest and intricate with what you guys do. the problem is you believe others are the same (rather used to) and then your whole worldview crashed, so you're still recovering from that. a lot of you are true believers that others are as good as you...not always, babycakes, not always. you guys look really good in darker colors. a lot of u like makeup that accentuates your features to stand out!!

you're verryyyy friendly and hard to make upset if a person's just existing. you understand that not everybody has to be the same person as you, and you're very tolerant and probably have a diverse friend group/people in your life! you guys like the riches in life and chase success so hard, which i think is such a good quality to have in this life because so many people are bums and settle for bums. you guys are GOOD and you chase after GOOD so i can assure those of you that are worrying about your future; keep putting in that effort and soon enough you'll be very happy. a lot of you deal with paralyzing anxiety and panic attacks, however, and practicing slowing down would definitely help you guys. you internalize things, but you guys are meant to let things out, in one way or the other. it's different for each and every one of you. a lot of you smell really good and love body mists and perfumes. i love you guys, make sure to take care of yourself babycakes 💋

pile 3.

you guys are def my loners out of all these groups. and honestly, a lot of you are at peace being alone. you understand that your very presence is like a secret; only deserving of people who share that same specific quality you do. this varies for a lot of you, but you probably know what i mean! you guys are very proud of who you are, in a non-egotistic way, and others understand why you are. you are probably still very insecure deep inside, but that's something that you're actively working on, so i applaud you! a lot of you struggle with battles deep inside your head (if you're ever struggling hard, please reach out to someone). when you're with people you truly like (which is not a lot...) you guys BEAM a lottt and honestly your smile is to die for and people love when you choose them, because when you do? it means that they're something special. a lot of you are lionhearted but are also very quick to rage (leos? aries? fire signsss). you guys are effortlessly sensual and you're so raw with everything that you do. your presence is very addicting because you pull everyone else up with you, you make sure that when someone's granted a bit of your existence, they know how much you value them. you guys can be very childlike at times, and you have such a good sense of humor. you carry yourself so well and a lot of people see you as authority and may look for your reassurance/advice because you seem like you know everything. life, to you, is a pattern of intricate designs, and you honestly have a good sense of it. it's an art to you, and i think that's honestly such a good way of viewing it, until your romanticization becomes too much and you're sent to rock bottom. you guys are full of passion, so definitely be careful. try to be in the middle instead of flying through the state of great depression, and the state of great happiness.

you guys can unintentionally come off as aggressive, but when people get to know you? you're the softest person everr. it just takes time to get those walls down. people can tell that you're guarded because they see you alone, then they see you with those you truly love, and you're so kind and sweet and it's like ughhh. it'd feel really good to be chosen by you. people easily get offended when you choose someone over them which is kinda bullshit if you ask me 💀💀. a lot of you, especially if you're a woman, dealt with a lot of issues with masculine figures in your life, and you're fiercely protective over the feminine energies in your life, but despite being a protector at times, you wish that you didn't always have to be the caregiver. i assure you that all of you will find someone who WANTS to make sure that you're okay, who holds you in their arms. a lot of you remind me of halsey? listen to some of her songs. also, a lot of you hold this brighttt glow to you which is visible. out of all my piles, you guys are most like the sun. so bright, you can burn. you guys seem unreachable to some people, unapproachable (hello rbf?!?!). if i could hug you right now i would. you guys need to know you'll end up okay. i love you babycakes, make sure u rest 🧡

[swordliliesareawesome]

I love to enjoy my freedom of being a girl. I get to wear pretty dresses and try my hand at makeup.

Yet I don't have the time or energy to do it everyday. Even more so, I like the look of my eyebags more than conceler, but that is the first thing I'm meant to cover.

I wear my favorite dress. Its all black with half sleves capped with frills. It is a turtle neck and tight on top but loosens before my stomache. It makes me feel enchanting.

But my family rolls their eyes when I want to wear it every Sunday. Yet I didn't wear it for a while. The first time I did? I got the same sort of comment. Just a passing remark, but I'm tired of it.

I didn't even attempt my makeup that I think is fun and bold (i didn't bither with any at all except for a red lip gloss that was simple, clean. I wanted to wear my dark purple one.)

When I wear makeup, I don't feel like the graduated senior that I am. I feel like a mjddle schooler playing with makeup that is alittle too messy, too unflattering.

I love my bright red lipstick. I even love how it makes me look a bit pale. I don't like the coments, so I don't bother often.

My sister jokes that I look like a vampire sometimes. And aren't they beautiful? Can't I embody that beauty?

I want to wear eyeliner with bold wings, but I always worry it looks like too much. My sister said I looked emo when I put some on to wear in thr solitude of my room, of home, only for the family to end up going out to eat. I didn't take it off because I thought it looked nice. I told my sister it was more of a goth look than emo.

She didn't comment on why I'd care about the difference.

Other times I love to look young and free with colorful flowy dresses and simole makeup.

You know whats funny? I never wear skirts day to day no matter how much I love them.

I love to be a woman, but for some reason the world doesn't like it when I am. Yet I still indulge and tell myself that its fine if others don't like how I look. That my makeup may look garish to others.

But it is hard to not try to be perfect, even if I've been taught all my life that is impossible to acheive.

I don't know what this addition is except for a little piece of me.

it is so important that you are a little bit ugly. please get comfortable with having unplucked eyebrows and nonexistent jawlines and wrinkles. let your blue hair grow out into an uneven pale green and your clothes be old and mend them and modify them until they’re unique to you. wear lipstick which doesnt compliment your skintone and mismatched outfits which went out of fashion 5 years ago. be a little bit too loud and a little bit too passionate and as weird as you can be because oh my god there is nothing more disturbing to me than perfection. beauty is manufactured and sold to us and you need to realise that you are a fucking animal to live a joyful life I am so serious. you cant obsess over aesthetics forever please just live messily and make your body your home however you please.

if you dont do it for you, do it for all the teenagers who will see u in the street and know that they are not obligated to be attractive

[velvetvisionsaurora]

Alpha ATEEZ x Assistant Omega Reader

Warnings: omega reader, alpha ateez, scenting, heats, ruts, slow burn, eventual smut, forced command, more to come!

When Y/n accepts a position as assistant to alpha K-pop group ATEEZ, she's prepared with professional skills and scent blockers to hide her omega status. What she's not prepared for is the immediate, inexplicable connection she feels with all eight members—a resonance that defies her careful boundaries.

As Y/n becomes eerily attuned to their needs, her suppressed omega nature begins to emerge: purring for the first time in years, responding to alpha growls, feeling safe in ways she never has before. When a protective incident reveals the depth of the members' attachment to her, Y/n must confront the possibility that what binds them together is something ancient and profound.

Authors note: Double post because I missed yesterday! If you haven’t read Compass of the Heart, you may not know but I have twin toddlers, and with preschool ending, summer things and my full time job it’s going to take me a minute to adjust to finding writing time. So if things do get wacky please don’t worry, if I’m taking a longer break I will always let you know!

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Chapter 12: Awakening

There was something about Yunho’s easy energy that had always put you at ease, and today especially. 

After finishing breakfast, you both moved to the living room. You settled onto the couch with your tablet, still hoping to get some work done despite Hongjoong's orders, while Yunho sprawled on the floor with his gaming controller.

"You know," he said, pausing his game setup to look at you, "you don't have to pretend to work just because I'm here. It's supposed to be a rest day."

"I'm not pretending," you protested, though the way you were aimlessly scrolling through the same schedule you'd already memorized suggested otherwise.

Yunho grinned, setting down his controller and moving to sit beside you on the couch. "Come on, when's the last time you just... relaxed? No schedules, no coordinating, no making sure eight chaotic alphas don't burn the house down?"

You considered his question seriously. "I... honestly can't remember."

"Exactly," he said, gently taking the tablet from your hands and setting it aside. "So today, we're going to practice the art of doing absolutely nothing productive."

"I don't know how to do nothing," you admitted, feeling oddly lost without your usual tasks to focus on.

"Lucky for you, I'm an excellent teacher," Yunho replied with that bright smile that never failed to make you feel lighter. "Step one: forget about work. Step two: find something that makes you happy. Step three: do that thing."

"And what if work makes me happy?" you challenged playfully.

"Then you need better hobbies," he shot back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What did you like to do before you became our incredibly efficient but slightly workaholic assistant?"

The question made you pause. It had been so long since you'd thought about leisure activities that weren't somehow connected to your job. "I used to read a lot. And I liked cooking, though I never had much time for elaborate meals."

"See? We can work with that," Yunho said enthusiastically. "Reading and cooking. Both perfectly valid ways to spend a forced day off."

"You make it sound so simple," you said, though you were smiling despite yourself.

"It is simple. You're the one making it complicated," he replied, then reached over to gently poke your nose. "Stop overthinking everything, Tulip."

The casual use of Wooyoung's nickname for you, delivered with such fond affection, made your heart flutter unexpectedly. "Did you just—"

"What? Call you Tulip?" Yunho's grin widened at your flustered expression. "I like it. It suits you. Sweet and beautiful, but stronger than people expect."

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. "You can't just say things like that."

"Why not? It's true," he said simply, his expression growing more serious. "You are beautiful, Y/n. Inside and out. And stronger than you give yourself credit for."

The sincere way he spoke, the gentle intensity in his eyes, made your breath catch. "Yunho..."

"What?" he asked softly, leaning slightly closer. "Is it wrong of me to want you to see yourself the way we see you?"

The space between you seemed to shrink without either of you consciously moving. You could see the golden flecks in his brown eyes. 

"How do you see me?" you whispered, the question escaping before you could stop it.

"Like you're precious," he replied without hesitation, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. "Like you're exactly what we've all been missing without knowing it. Like you're home."

Your heart hammered against your ribs as his thumb traced across your cheekbone with reverent gentleness. "Yunho, I—"

"Can I kiss you?" he interrupted softly, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "Please?"

The simple request, asked with such tender hope, made your omega purr with satisfaction even as your rational mind tried to catch up with what was happening. Instead of answering with words, you found yourself nodding, leaning into his touch.

When his lips met yours, the kiss was different from the passionate encounters you'd shared with Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Seonghwa. This was soft, sweet, almost tentative—like Yunho was savoring every second, memorizing the feel of you against him.

When you finally broke apart, both breathing slightly harder, Yunho rested his forehead against yours with a contented sigh.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he admitted quietly.

"Really?" you asked, still feeling slightly dazed from the kiss.

"Really," he confirmed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Now, how about we find you a good book while I set up my game? We can be unproductive together."

You laughed softly, the sound making Yunho's smile brighten even further. "That sounds perfect."

As he settled back onto the floor with his controller and you curled up on the couch with a book from their impressive collection, you couldn't help but marvel at how right this felt—spending a quiet morning with Yunho, no schedules or responsibilities, just the two of you existing in comfortable companionship.

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Yunho had retreated to his room after lunch, the sounds of his gaming session drifting down the hallway—enthusiastic exclamations punctuated by the rapid clicking of his controller. You'd assured him multiple times that you were fine, that he didn't need to hover, and eventually he'd relented enough to give you some space while still remaining within earshot.

Now you found yourself sprawled on the living room couch, staring at the ceiling and trying to understand what was happening to your body. The restless energy that had started this morning was only getting stronger, making it impossible to sit still or focus on anything for more than a few minutes.

Your omega felt... different. More aware, more attuned to the house around you. Ever since yesterday's revelation, since the members had begun openly acknowledging what you were and responding to you with increased affection and protectiveness, something fundamental had shifted in your nature.

It was as if spending months surrounded by eight alphas while suppressing your omega instincts had created a dam that was now beginning to crack. Their casual touches, their protective hovering, their unguarded affection—it was awakening parts of your omega that you'd kept carefully dormant.

After twenty minutes of fruitless lounging, the restless energy won out. You pushed yourself off the couch and began moving through the house, drawn by an inexplicable need to... what? Clean? Organize? Care for the space that housed your alphas?

The thought should have startled you—your alphas—but instead it felt natural, right in a way that made your omega purr with satisfaction.

You started in the living room, straightening throw pillows and folding the blankets that had been left draped over chairs. The simple acts of bringing order to their space felt surprisingly fulfilling, each small task soothing the restless itch beneath your skin.

Moving to the kitchen, you found dishes from breakfast still waiting in the sink. Without thinking, you rolled up your sleeves and began washing them, the warm water and routine motions helping to calm your agitated omega. As you worked, you found yourself humming softly—another omega behavior you'd suppressed for so long it felt strange and wonderful to let it emerge naturally.

The laundry was next. Following your nose to the utility room, you discovered several loads of clothes waiting to be sorted and washed. As you began separating dark from light, your hands stilled suddenly on a particular shirt.

You lifted the garment to your face before you could stop yourself, breathing in deeply. The scent that filled your senses was unmistakably Hongjoong's—sandalwood and ocean breeze, rich and masculine and completely intoxicating. Your omega responded immediately, a soft whine escaping your throat at the pure rightness of his scent.

Confused, you checked your scent blocker patch with one hand. It was still firmly in place, still functioning. So why could you suddenly smell...?

Curious now, you rifled through the pile of clothes, bringing different items to your nose. A soft sweater that smelled like vanilla and cedarwood—Seonghwa's scent, warm and comforting and safe. A dance practice shirt that carried the bright, energizing scent of citrus and clean linen that could only be Yunho's.

A black t-shirt that made your knees weak with its potent combination of cinnamon and dark chocolate—San's scent, spicy and tempting and utterly masculine. Your omega practically purred at the intensity of it, your body responding with a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

Another shirt, this one carrying the rich, earthy combination of soil and pine that belonged to Mingi. The scent brought memories of his protective presence, his gentle touches, the way he'd looked at you with such fierce care. Your omega whined again, a soft sound of longing that you couldn't suppress.

What was happening to you? How were you suddenly able to detect their scents through your blocker? You touched the patch again, pressing on it to make sure it was properly adhered, but it seemed to be working normally.

Yet here you were, surrounded by the distinct scents of your alphas, your omega responding to each one with increasing desperation. When you encountered a hoodie that carried the light, alluring scent of musk and cherry blossoms—Yeosang's scent, subtle but unmistakable—you actually had to grip the edge of the washing machine to steady yourself.

The lively, invigorating scent of bergamot and ginger from one of Wooyoung's shirts made your omega keen with want. Even the crisp, refreshing scent of apples and mint from Jongho's workout clothes affected you, despite him being the youngest of the pack.

By the time you'd loaded the first batch of clothes into the washing machine, you were practically trembling with need. Your omega was in overdrive, responding to the concentrated scents of eight different alphas with an intensity that left you breathless and confused.

The overwhelming intensity of their scents was becoming too much to bear. With shaking hands, you made your way to the guesthouse, your omega whining softly at leaving the den that smelled so perfectly of your alphas. You needed to change your scent blocker—maybe the current one was malfunctioning, allowing their scents to break through when it shouldn't.

In your bathroom, you carefully removed the patch behind your ear and replaced it with a fresh one from your supply. The relief was immediate but incomplete—the scents around you dulled to manageable levels, but your omega seemed to grow even more anxious in response.

It was as if blocking their scents again had triggered something deeper, a desperate need to care for the alphas who had protected you, who had shown you such fierce loyalty and affection. Not in the way omega stereotypes suggested—submissive and mindless—but in the way you naturally wanted to care for people who mattered to you.

Your hands moved without conscious thought as you returned to the kitchen, mixing ingredients for cookies you didn't remember deciding to make. The motions felt automatic, instinctual, your omega driving you to provide comfort and nourishment for your pack.

While the cookies baked and dinner continued to simmer, you found yourself climbing the stairs to Yunho's room with a plate of the fresh-baked treats. You knocked softly on his door before entering, finding him absorbed in what appeared to be an intense battle sequence.

"I brought you some cookies," you said softly, not wanting to startle him during what looked like a crucial moment.

Yunho paused his game immediately, turning to look at you with an expression of pure wonder. His eyes tracked your movements as you set the plate beside his setup, then noticed his empty water glass.

"Let me refill this for you," you murmured, already reaching for the cup.

"You don't have to—" he started, but you were already heading back downstairs.

When you returned with his freshly filled glass, setting it carefully within reach, Yunho's smile was radiant—that beautiful, sunshine expression that never failed to make your heart flutter.

"Thank you Tulip," he said, his voice warm with genuine appreciation and something deeper, something that made your omega practically glow with satisfaction.

The praise, the gratitude, the sheer happiness in his expression triggered something primal in your omega. Before you could stop yourself, a soft purr rumbled from your chest, followed by a delighted chirp that sounded foreign to your own ears but felt completely natural.

You fled the room immediately, embarrassed by the omega sounds you couldn't control, but not before you caught the way Yunho's eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly open.

Back in the kitchen, you threw yourself into finishing dinner preparations, trying to ignore the way your omega continued to purr softly with contentment at having pleased one of your alphas.

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In his room, Yunho sat frozen, staring at his game screen where his character had been brutally defeated while he'd been distracted. But he couldn't bring himself to care about the loss, not when the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard was still echoing in his ears.

That purr. That soft, musical chirp.

His omega had made those sounds for him, because of him, in response to his simple gratitude. The realization sent a wave of alpha satisfaction through him so intense it was almost overwhelming.

He'd heard omega sounds before, of course—in videos, in passing—but nothing had prepared him for the effect of hearing them from you. Your omega expressing contentment and pleasure at caring for him, at receiving his praise.

His hands moved automatically to restart the level, but his mind was entirely focused on one desperate thought: he needed to hear those sounds again.

The cookies you'd brought him sat forgotten on the plate as Yunho tried to process what had just happened. Your omega was awakening, responding to them with increasing openness, and the sounds you were making were the most perfect thing he'd ever experienced.

His alpha was practically vibrating with the need to find you, to praise you more, to coax more of those incredible sounds from your omega. But he forced himself to stay put, knowing that crowding you right now might scare your newly awakening omega back into hiding.

Still, as he attempted to refocus on his game, Yunho couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. Your omega had purred for him. Had chirped with happiness at his simple thanks.

And he was absolutely determined to make it happen again.

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[cameronsbabydoll]

"didn’t realize i needed a fuckin’ muzzle to have dinner," this from one of the puppy reader blurbs like 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️…………. can u write about if rafe actually got one or a gag (something bedazzled and cute obv) to put on puppy reader is she’s being too much and he puts in on infront of his friends and she just kinda sits there it’s so cute in my head for some reason 😭 ps i LOVE ex husband rafe

soft little thing

rafe cameron x puppy!reader

warnings: soft bdsm themes, light dom/sub dynamic, puppyplay elements, muzzle gag (used in private with consent), pet names, soft humiliation, teasing aftercare, subspace, possessiveness

it starts like it always does—your energy too big for your little body, too bouncy, too wiggly, too eager. you’re yipping again, practically climbing into his lap while he’s trying to unwind, arms flung around his neck, whining about how you missed him, how you’re bored, how you need something in your mouth, rafe, pleaseee.

he gives you a look. that lazy, unimpressed tilt of his head, cigar ash still dusting the tray beside him.

“you’re real worked up, aren’t you, puppy?”

you nod fast, lip jutted, eyes wide and glassy. you’re kneeling in front of him now, hands in his lap, cheek nudging against his thigh like you were made to be there. “jus’ wanna be good. jus’ wanna feel full.”

he hums low and long, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers like he’s thinking. and then he stands, disappearing into the closet.

when he comes back, he’s holding it.

baby blue. leather. rhinestoned. the little custom muzzle he had made months ago on a dare, half as a joke, half because… well, you were the kind of girl who needed something pretty in her mouth to behave.

your knees squirm on the carpet, thighs clenching. “wait—really?”

“you’re actin’ like you wanna be muzzled, sweetheart,” he drawls, sliding down in front of you, his big hands cupping your face. “can’t stop barkin’, can’t sit still, gettin’ bratty again. maybe this’ll help.”

you don’t even hesitate. you open your mouth for him like a good girl, like his pretty little pet, and let him fasten the gag behind your head. it’s soft and padded and sparkly, the strap snug under your chin.

rafe looks you over, cock twitching behind his sweats as you whimper into the rubber mouthpiece, wide eyes pleading for his approval.

he cups your face again. “there’s my quiet girl. look at that—barely even had to try.”

you mewl, muffled, blinking slow and dumb and content. you’re drooling a little, knees knocking together as he strokes your jaw and pets your hair.

“look at you. all soft. all mine.” he kisses your forehead, eyes dark. “might keep this on you all night.”

you can’t answer—but you nod. nod and nod and press your cheek into his palm, pliant and sleepy and finally, finally good.

[cherrygarcia-07]

Absolutely no pressure, babes. Writing should be fun, not stressful!

What thoughts do you have about say…early seasons Spencer being completely whipped for his girlfriend? He has absolutely no idea how he landed this really awesome gal, but there she is, his beautiful girl, who wants to listen to him, spend time with him.

Serendipity // Spencer Reid☕️

Thank you so much for my first request🥺 your support means so much! I got a little carried away, this is definitely more elaborate than what you asked, I hope you like it anyway but lmk if you want anything a little more playful and light and I can totally give that a go too!

Synopsis: Spencer Reid has never looked for love, believing it was simply just not in the cards for him. That was until you stumbled into his life, changing his perceptive on life- and on himself.

Pairing: early seasons glasses! spencer x reader

Genre: deep fluff

Word Count: 3k

Notes/Tags: bees as a catalyst for love because why the hell not, infodumping as flirting, talks about constellations (from me? shocker), lot of references to spencer’s past bullying & home life, hes down BAD bad he literally studies what to do on a date, princess and the frog reference at the end just pretend it didn’t come out in 2009 okay <3

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Spencer Reid had always been a man of science, not of superstitions or of coincidences of the universe. While he found stories fascinating, to him that’s all they were- stories. He believed in facts and numbers, things that were tangible and real and he never indulged in any kind of magic of destiny. That was until he met you. No amount of research, no book he threw himself into or study he conducted could ever account for just how he ended up with you. He wrecked his brain trying to calculate the statistical probability of this happening and how you could have appeared right when he needed you, but for once in his life he was stumped.

He’d never been one to look for love. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, in fact he felt it like a rock in his chest where his heart should be, heavy and aching behind his ribs as it yearned for what it thought it could never be. It was simply something Spencer believed just wasn’t meant for him. He’d never seen himself in the happy faces of couples he passed on the street, he never related to the dreamy, put-together romantic leads he’d seen in movies, rather he saw himself in isolation. In solitude. A lone star with no constellation. He was there, that much he knew, and he twinkled in his own way, but not in any way that drew attention. Just enough to show that he was alive, just evidence that he existed up there too. He had no connections around him, no story to be told and no greater picture that he was a part of. He felt more like a torch imitating a star, a false light that didn’t dazzle quite as authentically as it searched the dark for what it needed rather than just resting in what it had. Spencer had made his peace with this though- at least he thought he had. After all, the stories behind the constellations are just myths. They’re simply just things humanity had attached meaning to with no real science or history behind them, and he truly believed that.

That’s why you were so baffling to him.

It started with a bee, of all things. It was Spencer’s turn to do the coffee run for the team in the middle of a local case, his steps weighing beneath him with exhaustion despite it being the middle of the day as he dragged himself to the door of the café. He had just wrapped his fingers around the door handle and was gathering the little energy left in him to swing it open when a sudden scream rang out behind him, jolting him awake as he dropped his hand and spun to face the noise. On edge from the case, his mind rattled through a thousand dire possibilities as he mentally prepared to jump into action. What his eyes landed on, however, wasn’t any kind of crash or violent attack like he had feared, but rather a girl… swatting a bee. The panicked lump in his throat cleared as he caught his breath and watched you flail your arms in the air as you continued squealing, coffee flying out of the small hole in the top of your takeaway cup in every direction. Deciding to put you out of your misery, as it was still his duty to protect no matter how small the stakes, he took a step closer and with one heroic wave of his arm the bee was gone.

There was a feeling he couldn’t quite place somewhere deep in his chest as he took in your expression; big dazed eyes flooding with relief as they watched the culprit flew away; soft cheeks painted pink in the aftermath of the chaos; and lips parted ever so delicately as small puffs of air escaped them, before they spread into a brilliant grin that took over your whole face. Laughing lightly, you reached out and gently held his arm to grab his attention, not realising you’d had it the whole time.

“Thank you so much. You saved my life there.” Your voice chirped, though he barely registered it through the flustered rush of blood pounding in his ears.

Spencer looked down to where your hand still rested on his arm. Usually this was the part where he would recoil, politely but firmly snatching his arm back as he mumbled something about germs and bacteria and pathogens. But he didn’t pull away. Why didn’t he pull away? A beat of awkward silence passed as he stuttered internally, trying to get his mouth to cooperate with his brain as he failed to tear his gaze away from your eyes.

“It was a drone.” He groaned at himself in his head. Respond normally, idiot his brain yelled.

For a second, your brow furrowed as you bit your lip in thought. “I’m sorry?”

“It, uh-“ He stammered, painfully aware that your hand was still on his arm. “It was a drone. A male bee. It wouldn’t have hurt you.”

Nice going he cursed himself. Spencer held his breath as he braced himself for the inevitable reaction he was all too familiar with; the awkward hum as the other person pulled away, the barely masked grimace on their face at his compulsive need to drop facts at any given moment, and finally one of the many variations of ‘I’m running late, I better get going” among other excuses to stop talking to him. Except it never came.

Instead, you tilted your head to the side curiously, a thoughtful look on your face as you stared at the space in the air where the bee had been just moments ago. You were still touching him.

“Do male bees not sting or something?” You asked, the genuine interest in your voice taking Spencer by surprise.

He almost wasn’t sure what to do. If he wasn’t used to people actually listening to him when he rambled, someone asking him for even more information was practically unheard of.

“They can’t sting,” he begun, a mix of confidence and excitement at your interest bubbling up in his words, “stingers aren’t compatible with their anatomy. The stinger is essentially a modified ovipositor so it only exists on the female bees so they can lay their eggs. The stinger also isn’t needed for male bees for any defensive purposes since they have no role in defending the hive either so, uh.” His voice trailed off as he cleared his throat, his confidence dipping as he realised how much he was speaking. “Yeah, perfectly harmless.”

He sheepishly met your gaze once again, still half expecting to find that disinterested, disapproving look in your eyes. You finally pulled your hand away from his arm and oddly, Spencer found himself mourning your warmth through his sleeve and shocked himself with how much he wished you would reach for him again.

“That’s actually good to know.” His heart raced as you flashed a grin at him. “I’ve always been terrified of bees. That little fight you saw just now is a regular thing for me.” You replied with a giggle so sweet Spencer thought he should bottle it and pour it in his coffee- if he ever remembers to go in and get it.

“It’s a pretty common phobia, but actually bees have a lot of positive symbolism that contradicts people’s connotations about them.” His felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He ignored it.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Spencer noted the way your fingers drummed against the coffee cup in your hands, realising you had your drink already and there was really no reason for you to be here anymore. You were choosing to be here with him. For a moment, he felt like he’d had the breath knocked out of him and he felt his heart beat so hard behind his shirt he worried it would break out.

“Most commonly, they’re associated with hard work and community but in a lot of cultures they also represent prosperity and the circle of life. In ancient cultures they even believed bees to be of divine wisdom and they were seen as a symbol of guidance.” His cadence was suddenly a lot livelier, much more sure of itself as it evened out and strayed from the quiet shake of his words earlier.

“A symbol of guidance?” You repeated, not so subtly eyeing him up and down, adoring the nerdy way his glasses slipped down his nose as he spoke. “Maybe that’s what that bee was doing here today.”

There was a flirty undertone to your voice, not that Spencer noticed. Girls never flirted with him, or at least he convinced himself they didn’t. He’d spent far too much time on the receiving end of older girls in school pretending to like him for their own amusement and so he’d stopped looking for the signs entirely until they just began to pass him by.

“What do you mean?” He asked quizzically, his head tilting like a puppies in confusion.

“It guided you to me.”

His phone began ringing again- no doubt the team wondering where their coffees were, but he couldn’t even hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“Do you need to get that…?” You trailed off, trying to catch his name.

“Spencer.” He managed to croak out eventually. “And no- well I probably should actually, but it can wait.”

His doe eyes were blown wide, his mouth hanging open like a fish in a stunned state you didn’t yet know you would grow to love. You bumped his arm in a playful manner, holding back a smirk when his still dazed eyes darted between your face and your hand on his arm once again.

“Give me another one before you go, another nice bee thing.” You smiled softly, staring up at him through your lashes, and the invitation to teach again pulled him back to reality as he snapped into action instantly.

“This isn’t necessarily anything to do with bees themselves but have you heard of the Beehive Cluster?” He smiled fondly when you shook your head. “It’s a cluster of around a thousand stars within the Cancer constellation- described by Ptolemy as a nebulous mass. It’s named after its resemblance to a beehive, both in shape and in symbolism- the stars together in harmony like the bees.”

“That sounds beautiful, Spencer. You know a lot about the stars?” He nodded eagerly, but not smug. More like a man who was passionate about what he knew and was eternally grateful to have someone to share it with. “Well you’ll have to take me stargazing some time, it looks like I’ve got a lot to learn. What do you think?”

It was as if he’d been hypnotised, your proposal like the magic word that snapped his confidence back like elastic as his jaw dropped again immediately and he became a stuttering mess right there in front of you.

Spencer had a lot of explaining to do when he arrived back at the BAU empty handed.

Fast forward a few unfathomable months down the line and here he was, somehow lying beside you in bed watching the moonlight drape over your sleeping frame like the blanket wrapped around your waist. A heavy but pleasant feeling tugged at his consciousness, unsure whether it was from the late hour blinking on the clock or the love-drunk haze he always seemed to be in around you (though he would happily bet on the latter).

Afraid to touch you and disturb your sleep, Spencer let his eyes wander over you lovingly. His breath hitched with admiration as if it was his first time looking at you, overwhelmed and quite frankly astounded at the fact you were even here. With him. He gazed over your hands -your soft, gentle hands that pushed his glasses back up his nose with a touch so delicate against his face that he forgot about every hand that ever struck him there; your doting, attentive hands that buttoned his cardigans each morning when he was rushing too much to care about it himself; your tender, caring hands that combed through his hair as he cried into your shoulder after a case that hit him particularly hard. He let out a shuddering breath, his trance travelling to your lips, parted in your sleep and rosy like a cherub’s. Those same lips that harboured your sweet voice and that flashed your heavenly smile his way and made him weak. Those lips that reassured him that he was the only thing that mattered when he felt he was the only thing that didn’t. Finally, with bated breath, his focus shifted to your eyes that shone like the north star. His Polaris. His guiding light home, always waiting in the dark with open arms for him to fall into whenever he was lost. Those enchanting eyes that saw the beauty in everything- that somehow saw it in him.

Spencer was someone who valued his privacy and he had tried to keep the relationship to himself for a while, but working with a team of profilers and the fact he wore his heart on his sleeve meant it didn’t last very long. Before your first date he had shown up to work a little fancier than usual, like a child on their first day of school, knowing he would have to meet you straight from the office. Derek had immediately caught onto his gelled back hair and elaborate tie, embroidered with a sea of stars, and had thrown a few teasing comments his way along with his signature brotherly smirk. Gideon in a fatherly manner had straightened his tie for him before he left, patting him on the back and holding back a proud smile. The next day, when the grin Spencer wore pulled at his lips so hard it may as well have been stitched in place, his walls came crashing down and he told the team everything.

Spencer would never admit it but he’d studied beforehand, scouring the library for anything and everything even remotely romance related. As it turns out, being years below your peers your whole life doesn’t really open any doors in the dating world, often leaving him tuning out his emotions over a solitary game of chess, but he was determined to do everything he could to learn to be the perfect gentleman for you. At the restaurant, he pulled your chair out for you before seating himself closest to the door to protect you from the breeze whenever it swung open. Afterwards he walked you home, lingering close enough to breathe in the intoxicating smell of your perfume but refusing to touch you uninvited lest you think that was all he wanted from you.

Eventually, you approached your front door and you stopped for a moment, turning your head up towards the blackening sky, the stars not quite poking their pretty little heads out yet.

“What’s the matter?” Spencer asked, concerned as you sported a slight pout.

“I wanted you to show me the Beehive Cluster.” You sighed, dropping your gaze to the floor, a crease appearing between your brows that he found himself wishing he could kiss away, touched that you’d even remembered what he’d told you.

Your head snapped back up as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a notepad and pen with a small smile. You watched, confused as he frantically scribbled in silence, not daring to speak incase you burst the focused bubble he was in. After a moment, he glanced back up at you with a bashful expression, shyly holding out the piece of paper, now torn from the book.

“Until next time.” He said softly, barely audible but impactful nonetheless. Heart melting, you took in the scribbled illustration of the cluster on the page, fingers delicately tracing the ink like it was sacred.

That same drawing now lived framed on the nightstand beside where you slept, lit up by the moonlight creeping in through the curtains. The memory played over in Spencer’s mind on loop and he thought about waking you, overcome with the urge to pepper your face with a thousand kisses for every painful memory of his past you’d overwritten. For every girl that had asked him out as a joke; for every boy that made him feel inferior; for every time he had refused to let himself believe he could be in love, there was a countless amount of new memories with you. From his understanding of the world, love had always looked like something that left you in pieces more often than it put you back together. Love looked like a broken home and a broken family. Like something that only worked out in fiction and sometimes not even then. Love was a forbidden fruit hanging illuminated in an artificial light that looked just real enough to trick people into taking a bite, punishing those who dared think they were deserving of it. What he never even dreamed was that love could look just like this. Like sci-fi movie nights curled up together on the couch wearing matching mis-matched socks, or like quiet evenings spent comfortably side by side saying nothing but feeling everything. Truthfully, he never knew love could look like you.

All this time, Spencer believed it was his place in the universe to sit alone and observe, twinkling humbly from his place in the dark. He believed he was simply meant to tell the stories, not be part of one himself. Little did he know his place was beside you, his Evangeline, in a harmonious beehive all his own.

Spencer Reid had always been a man of science. But that night, as you lay beside him, he thought about the old mythological beliefs that bees were once divine messengers between mortals and the Gods- and he thought that maybe he believed it. Tears pricked his eyes as he leaned in and pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead and he found himself thanking that serendipitous bee that day for bringing him everything he didn’t know he was missing.

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[mahajio]

I wanted to comment on this lovely artwork, but it kiiiiiinda got of out of hand and no longer fits in a single reply, so I'm putting it in my reblog instead!

I really like these game-esque artworks you draw, because they look aesthetically pleasing and just have a certain energy to them that you totally nail in every possible way! I— I'm sounding really vague here, I know! It's difficult to find a way to properly describe what I like about it so much.

Anyways, Marcille peaking her head through such a small doorway while saying "Come out, come out" made me feel like she was the one hunting, but I soon realized it feels much more like she's trying to find whatever is doing the hunting here before it finds her. Her expression has been drawn masterfully, displaying a perfect mix of worry and fear, with those little tears dripping down her face making for a nice addition as well. I also think you did a great job with colouring and shading her, and the way her Falin doll kind of looks like it's peeking with her is really neat. It's a small comfort as she looks into this marvelously disgusting room, tainted in a green-brownish hue and riddled with an almost indistinguishable mess of foliage and other kinds of matter. With how dark the drawing is, I didn't even notice the border of the first artwork is actually blue until I looked at the second drawing! I think it's a nice colouring choice that goes well with the overall colour scheme of the drawing.

The second drawing is equally as marvelous, and most certainly worthy of some serious praise! Be forewarned that I might be wildly misinterpreting what I'm seeing here, and for all I know those little eyes above her head are just icons to indicate her stress or something, but what the heck, I sees what I sees. I love how the black-and-white background has been detailed with all sorts of books, and the way those three oozing eyes stare at Marcille from behind the upper shelf looks incredibly scary, especially since they pop so much more thanks to the background's colour — or rather, the lack thereof. (WOW, the coloured thing has a more noticeable presence when everything around it lacks colour? Crazy observation.) That little smidge of dark green above the eyes adds a nice tad of shading, too. Something I also noticed is that one of the eyes' ooze dangles in front of Marcille's forehead, which makes it look like whatever is behind her is just about ready to envelop her completely. It looks very unsettling, and it's clear Marcille agrees, if her expression is any indication. Those wide eyes and sweat-covered hands clutching at her dress (love how you drew the creases in her dress where her hands are gripping it, by the way) perfectly demonstrate that prey animal energy you mention in the description. Like a deer caught in headlights. What makes it work even better is that typically, Marcille is loud and expressive, especially when she's scared. But now? She's dead silent. She doesn't look scared; she looks terrified. I love it!

I only just now noticed that the pitch blackness in the background drips over the second row of books too, and it even completely covers the right side, to the point where it's started oozing from the shelf. It further adds to this suffocating atmosphere, as if the second Marcille moves even an inch, she's done for. Also, this is something I com-PLETELY forgot to mention, but that portrait of Marcille's mother is another nice addition, helping to make the background a little fancier! Ah, one last thing I wanted to touch on is the UI, which also looks great. The doll's slumped over nicely, adding to its…'dollness,' (riveting commentary, I know) and the candle just scratches my brain right with how its been drawn. Seriously, I cannot stress enough how much I love the thick lines you use for drawing and colouring. Your art style is quite unique, and it is a joy to look at! Gooosh, and the red text for that totally regular book that her cursor's hovering over further adds to the ominous atmosphere that this artwork's got going for it! Like, I honestly cannot stress enough how much I love this. It really is just marvelous all around.

As an aside, I really like the asymmetry of the cursor/selector thingamajig. I think it adds to the style a lot, and I also appreciate the basic details that you didn't neglect to add, such as that little line in the green bar, the question mark behind the "select" option to indicate the book hasn't been selected juuuust yet, and her 2,5 remaining hit points. It all comes together stupendously! I love this a lot!

Well anyways, I kinda kept rambling on, and now it's midnight! Whoops! So much for maintaining a sleep schedule, me! Ah, anyways, I wish you a stupendous rest of your weekend! Marvelous art!

marcille and her prey animal energy🤞

[zerosomnia]

Thunderbolts Ava Starr/Ghost x reader:

Going Ghost

Summary: The reader has been trying to muster up the courage to confess to Ava for weeks. The group tries, and fails, to encourage them. After the reader fails at multiple confession attempts, it all comes to a head.

Genre: Fluff, Friends-to-lovers

Warnings: None! Just the reader being a flustered mess.

Author's note: Oh my god, I've been desperate to write something for Ava because I love her so much. I thought I'd take the chance to post this since I've been working on other stuff. Also, I struggled a bit with finding other Ava x reader fics (which is why I wrote my own one lmao), so if anyone has any recommendations, please, please, please send them to me.

Word Count: 1193

You had a problem. A frustratingly wonderful, and terrifying, problem. You were utterly and profoundly in love with Ava. This wouldn’t be an issue normally, in your previous life, love wasn’t a consideration. You only had the energy for survival. But now, with life slowing down a little, you were more human than ever, and with that came these kinds of developments. At first, you had tried to ignore the feeling, hoping it would go away if you just didn’t acknowledge it. That, of course, didn’t work. You also were not very subtle, stealing glances at her during missions, laughing a little too hard at her snarky comments, and lighting up if she offered you even the slightest attention. Oh yeah, you were screwed. And the group had noticed it too.

“When are you finally going to tell her?” Yelena confronted you, leaning lazily over the back of the common room sofa. You choked on your water.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You wouldn’t meet her eye, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot like you were about to bolt from the room.

“Oh please, you are so obvious. You follow her about like a little, lost dog,” As you opened your mouth to deny her claims, Walker entered the room.

“What’s obvious?” He plopped himself down on the sofa, sinking into the plush cushions with a comfortable grunt.

“That they have a huge crush on Ava,” Yelena stated.

“Oh yeah, it’s so obvious,” Walker nodded his head in agreement. Shrugging at you with an indignant ‘what?’ when you shot him a glare.

“Guys,” You put your hands up in defence, forcing a laugh. “I don’t have a crush on Ava. I just admire her.”

“Admiring is putting it lightly; you stare a lot.” John laughed. Yelena joined in, grinning at you as she continued her torture.

“Yeah – like when you were watching her fight and almost got stabbed because you were so distracted,” You felt your face growing hot at the pair’s teasing. To make matters worse, Alexei barged into the room.

“What is happening? Am I missing super-private meeting?”

“No-” You were interrupted by Yelena.

“We’re trying to get them to accept their crush on Ava.” Alexei bellowed out a loud belly laugh, stepping behind you and putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Ah! Young love!” You tried to wriggle away from him, refusing to look at anyone as you curled in on yourself in your misery. “Do not be embarrassed, little one, I will help you.”

You heard Yelena stifle a cackle as she encouraged the loud man. “That is a great idea. Tell them how you would confess, Dad.” You groaned into your hands, which were now covering your shame-filled face, and dropped yourself to kneel on the floor.

“It is easy! Women love big acts – you should announce your feelings in front of everyone!” You heard Walker immediately burst out laughing. You crawled over to the couch he was on, socking him in the side of his thigh. Alexei scoffed in offence at the blonde man “You think you know better?”

“Actually, yeah, I do.”

Yelena sniggered at John. “Then what’s your advice Walker?”

He paused for a moment; you could literally see the cogs turning in his head. “Well, when I asked Olivia out, I took her flowers.”

“You think Ava is a woman who wants flowers?” Yelena’s critical tone set John off. The group started arguing as Walker insisted that his method was better than Alexei��s, and Yelena stated they were both terrible. You saw movement in the corner of your eye. Bucky was watching from the sidelines, eyebrow raised, and arms crossed. The trio went quiet.

“How much of that did you hear?” You questioned Bucky with wide eyes and horror visible on your face.

“All of it,” He shook his head. “Just tell her, you know Ava would prefer the direct approach,” Bucky said it like it was the easiest thing in the world, tossing the comment over his shoulder as he left. You groaned in defeat.

“Maybe I’ll just run away?”

“You’re a literal assassin, you nearly die every day, and you’re scared of telling Ava you like her?” Yelena chuckled. You sent her a sideways glance.

“This is not my area of expertise.”

“Clearly.”

Three attempts. Three failed attempts at telling Ava you liked her. Miserable, you slumped into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

“I can’t do it; I’ll just never tell her.” You whined. The blonde Russian watched you judgmentally from the other end of the table. Saying nothing as you monologued about the unfairness of life while she peeled an apple with her knife. You paused. “Is that the knife you use to stab people?”

“It’s clean,” she shrugged.

“Is it ever really clean, though? I mean it’s literally been inside someone-” You started bickering with her, focused on the hygiene of an inanimate object.

“Hi,” A voice beside you made you jump. Your stare caught bright green eyes.

“Hi… oh- uhm, hi Ava,” You struggled to sit up straighter, stumbling over yourself in your attempts to seem normal. “What’s up?” She leaned over your shoulder, face inches away from yours.

“A little birdie told me that I make you nervous…” Ava smiled, tilting her chin down as she studied your face. You slowly looked at Yelena, wide-eyed.

“And that’s my cue to leave.’ The blonde practically fell out of the chair in her attempt to stumble out of the room, leaving you alone with Ava.

“Whaaaat? What are you talking about?” You leaned back a little, looking around wildly for an escape.

“So, my source was lying to me?” You mentally cursed Alexei.

“Well… You’re supposed to be a bit intimidating- right?” She raised a brow at you. “Fuck- wait, no. I mean, it’s part of the job sometimes.”  She smirked, moving around so that she was between you and the table, leaning on the edge of it. Your breathing was fast, and your heart felt like it was going to explode from your chest. She still wasn’t saying anything, so you conceded. Shyly trying to anywhere but her face. “You make me nervous when you look at me like that…”

Ava tilted her head, placing her hands on her knees to support her as she leaned closer. She was inches away from your lips. “Look at you like what?” she whispered, breath fanning over your face. You felt your eyelids fluttering closed as you instinctively leaned into her, pressing your lips together. Her kiss was surprisingly gentle, and so was her touch as she brought one of her hands up to caress your cheek. When you parted, you were left with a breathless feeling – like you had just run a marathon.

“I’m gonna guess that means you like me back?” You felt a smile twitching across your face.

“No, I hate you,” She deadpanned, rolling her eyes at you as she stood up straight. You stayed silent for a moment, mentally preparing for the pain of the question you were about to ask.

“So, how much did Alexei tell you?”

“Actually, it was Walker.”

That bastard.

[youremyheaven]

Mars, Abandonment Issues, Violence & Conflict

TW: murder, r4pe, abuse, domestic violence, suicide, gaslighting, mommy issues

This is a topic that is extremely close to my heart for various reasons. I'm putting this disclaimer up here because this post is going to be very raw and perhaps disturbing.

Please do not read it if you're not up for reading about violence & conflict of all kinds.

Mars in Roman mythology is the God of war, bloodshed and murder. In Vedic astrology, the planet of Mars is associated with power, action, drive, ambition alongside anger, war and impulsiveness.

Mars influenced women are often considered sex symbols and attract envy for their heightened sensuality. HOWEVER, something that seems to accompany all this is being subject to and enduring abuse.

Very broadly speaking, it can be said that Martian men often tend to be abusive and Martian women often endure abuse. In this video about the most evil zodiac signs , Mars-ruled naks were among the top indicators of someone being prone to violence. It's a very literal interpretation of Mars obviously.

Mars is considered the commander of the celestial army. Mars is the Roman God of War and Agriculture. It is a dry, fiery, masculine planet and a malefic. There are two sides to every coin and while the same energy and willpower can be channelled in positive way, it can very often be channelled in ways that are destructive and hurtful.

Khloe Kardashian- Mrigashira Moon

I feel like out of all the Kardashians, Khloe has suffered the most in her romantic relationships. Unfortunately, Mars is a malefic planet and people born under Mars influence are called Mangliks and they are said to have Mangal dosh ("mars defect" quite literally). This defect affects personal and romantic relationships the most. I think her Ardra stellium also contributes to her largely unhappy experiences in relationships. Ardra is very inauspicious for marriage.

From rumours of Khloe not being Rob Kardashian's biological daughter (she's allegedly OJ Simpson's lovechild with Kris and its very common for Mars individuals to not have a proper father figure growing up) to her being publicly cheated on by Tristan Thompson not once but several times and STILL choosing to have another baby with him?? Khloe has been very unlucky in love

Khloe and Kim also have nasty tempers and are super foul when they need to be. This is another Martian trait.

Kim Kardashian- Chitra Sun

idk how she managed to stay married to a man as horrid as Kanye for like a decade,, she's sooo brave honestly. I feel bad for her because I feel like Kim has never been loved </3

Given the way Kanye treats Bianca, we get a glimpse into what he is like as a man. I am not claiming he was abusive or violent towards Kim because we do not know that. However, I wouldn't put it past him.

However, like many Martian individuals, she is careful to not hurt her children. Watch this clip, for example.

Judith Barsi- Rohini Sun & Mercury, Mrigashira Moon

Judith was a child actor who was active in the late 70s and early 80s. Her parents had a really horrible marriage and her father murdered her and her mom when she was 10 years old. It genuinely breaks my heart to even type that out because nobody deserves that. Martian women suffer SO much in life and have to be very wary of who they give their energy too. They are so guarded and protective and I completely get why. They HAVE to be.

Jennifer Lawrence- Mrigashira Moon

“Art more often than not is about one’s mother. I hesitate to say that because I would hate for somebody to go back and watch my movies, or watch this movie in particular, and think that that is the way that I’m painting my mother,” Jennifer Lawrence said.

“My mother is a wonderful person but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t still things from my childhood that I’m working out.”

“So many of my films in the past have been about my mother, my childhood. I wonder what will happen now that I’ll be witnessing somebody else’s childhood"

She's never really publicly dissed her parents but I have always felt like she didn't grow up in a household that was very accepting of her.

Glenn Close- Dhanishta Moon & Venus (Ashlesha Rising)

Glenn Close was a victim of a cult after her father joined, took off to work in Africa, and left his kids in Switzerland at the Moral Re-Armament headquarters. Close spoke about that time and shared, “You basically weren’t allowed to do anything, or you were made to feel guilty about any unnatural desire. If you talk to anybody who was in a group that basically dictates how you’re supposed to live and what you’re supposed to say and how you’re supposed to feel, from the time you’re 7 till the time you’re 22, it has a profound impact on you. It’s something you have to [consciously overcome] because all of your trigger points are.

Princess Diana, Dhanishta Moon and Marilyn Monroe, Dhanishta Moon

Both these ladies experienced a lot of neglect, abuse and emotional torment in life. I don't want to say too much about it because I feel like enough has been said about both their lives in the last several years. The conclusion is that these women had unhappy marriages and never really found love AND they grew up feeling very neglected.

Princess Diana was a really good mom and had Marilyn had children, perhaps she would've been to

One thing I have noticed with many Mars influenced individuals is that they may have suffered in life but they wouldn't let their children suffer the same way.

Eminem- Chitra Sun Dhanishta Moon

Eminem grew up without a father, and it's very common for Mars-ruled individuals to not have a father figure or grow up without a father figure. Eminem's relationship or lack thereof with his mum is pretty well documented so I won't go into that but despite the abuse and neglect he endured as a child, he has a very positive relationship with his children.

Gigi Hadid, Dhanishta Moon

I know Gigi had it better than Bella, but that does not mean she grew up well. Her mom literally told her to chew her almonds well; I don't know what else to say about this. Both the sisters are super close to their mom and live near her and everything so that will always be mysterious to me because its clear as day that Yolanda has been a questionable parent.

Dhanishta Sun & Mercury- Tinashe

Tinashe dated Ben Simmons, who two-timed her with Kendall Jenner in 2018, or moved on with Kendall, and Tinashe was apparently drunk for 6 months straight and called it the "worst day of her life" apparently

Coming back to the absent father theme, I have noticed this with many other Martians as well

The Weeknd (Dhanistha Sun) & Doja Cat (Chitra Sun, Rising & Rahu)

The Weeknd grew up without a dad and Doja also does not have a relationship with her dad. Marilyn Monroe (Dhanistha Moon & Jupiter) also didn't have a dad growing up.

All of them have abandonment issues as a result. Kind of random but all of them have a questionable dating history as well.

Martians have a "anything floats" kind of personality, and they really don't have a "type" and their dating history is often very diverse, eclectic and far-ranging and at times questionable.

Some well known abusers are also Martian:

Salman Khan- Dhanishta Moon

He physically abused Aishwarya Rai and got away with it

He also has a tendency to cast women that look like his ex after he breaks up with them

Aishwarya Rai and her doppelganger Sneha Ullal whom he cast opposite him

Katrina Kaif and her lookalike Zarine Khan whom Salman cast opposite himself

The pedophile and abuser Woody Allen is a- Dhanishta Moon

John Mayer who basically groomed Taylor Swift is a- Chitra Sun & Mercury

He has said horrible things about all the women he's dated, including Jessica Simpson whom he dated on and off FOR YEARS

"Have you ever been with a girl who made you want to quit the rest of your life? Did you ever say, 'I want to quit my life and just fucking snort you? If you charged me $10,000 to fuck you, I would start selling all my shit just to keep fucking you.'

Simpson said she was humiliated by this quote. This is what I mean when I say Martian men have no manners. Imagine dating someone and then publicly saying this about them ugh

Tom Hardy- Chitra Sun

Tom Hardy is known for a controversy that occurred during the filming of Mad Max: Fury Road. Specifically, Charlize Theron and other crew members alleged that Hardy's behaviour on set was unprofessional, including lateness and verbal confrontations. Theron reportedly felt threatened and required a producer to shadow her on set. Idk how much of an asshole abuser you have to be for someone like Charlize Theron to feel unsafe around you.

There are lots more to say so stay tuned for part 2

[averagegeneticsenjoyer]

I have decided to try this one be warned my writing may be crap and may have misspellings. Also using strictly nameless characters because I don’t want to think of names

(TW; death, violence, blood)

She had always been a part of a duo, her and her best friend, they helped each other, been friends since Toney were 16, when they were 20 they became the villain duo known as “Duae inscriptio”, merely C ranked villains, they weren’t even B rank, far from A or S ranked.

To her friend it had been about the thrill, the villainy thing, for her it had been about sticking with her best friend, her friend never had a particularly strong power yet it had been something useful;

The ability to write down an adjective on a piece of paper and put it on an inanimate object before speaking it to apply it to an inanimate object, for example “unlocked” to a door or “sharp” to a scoop of ice cream to make it have a rather intense flavor, although only the adjective appliances of the word could apply, this power was easily put ranked by others powers in this universe.

She herself had a stronger power, yet she never let it show, to the world and even to her best friend the only part of her power that ever existed was the ability to pull strange glowing books with stories written on them out of thin air. If one had looked closer they would’ve known, if one had hero looked closer they would’ve never done what they had. But all they saw was a weak power and someone chucking books at their heads.

But merely three hours ago, she and her best friend had been robbing a jewelry store, hadn’t hurt anyone, had just been fooling around and talking, taking cool pieces of jewelry, then some A ranked heroes showed up, no biggie it was against hero code to kill without there being no other option after all and there was plenty of other options given neither her or her friend were particularly strong villains, even if in truth she could’ve been.

At least that was what she had thought. That was what she had believed. Until one of the heroes, one whose power was to send compressed bullets of air at ones target used their ability, and they didn’t aim for somewhere harmless.

And all she could do was watch, she tried to call out, she tried to warn her friend- but she wasn’t fast enough. She was never going to be fast enough, she watched as it hit its mark, watched as blood splattered the ground and her friends body dropped to the ground, watched as her friend died to while she was just a few inches too far away to push her out of the way.

And as her friend was lost, before the heroes could turn and do anything about the one who had done it, before the news reporter could even finish announcing her friends death, before the cashier could even blink, gone was the C ranked villain she acted as, gone was the jokes and the chucking books at people’s heads for fun, gone was the limits she placed on herself.

For as her eyes began to glow and markings on her hands and underneath her eyes made themselves known, she used parts of her abilities she hadn’t used since she was six. Since she had first gotten her powers.

As her eyes locked on the one who took her friend from her, even as the thought her friend was gone echoed through her ears, information flooded her mind, weak points, traumas, happy memories, motivations, strengths. Every. Single. Detail. About that Damn. Hero all revealed to her, all within her grasp. And as her hand raised the usual glowing book did not appear, rather a glowing energy with no form, one that swirled around her hand for a moment, before it moved, for her power was never to throw books at people.

It was to know. It was to tell stories. It was to create. And she did, as she took the energy gifted to her from stories learnt and told over the years to meld that energy that had came into her hands into a creature. One perfect to get rid of her target and many others, and in like when she was six and she used that power to create something small and quiet to be her companion through trying times, the very creature that still waited at home for her, the only thing she imbued into this creature was HURT was RAGE was LONGING

For she had not created a fluffy companion like her young self had so desired. She had created a monster, something she had sworn she would never do, never be, but she was a monster. And her new creation was too.

You've always been considered a mid-tier villain at best and not much of a threat. What they don't know is that you've never really put effort into it. Until now.

[420days]

BE MY GIRL? | JEY USO

It’s been a while & I’m a little rusty so excuse any errors or mistakes…

“I want to be down

With what you're going through

I want to be down (down)

I want to be down with you (down with you)

No matter the time of day or night

It's true, I want to be down”

Brianna sung in the mirror as she moisturized her hair. She just finished her full self care shower which consisted of exfoliating, shaving, and doing her skin care. Once she moisturized her skin, she got dressed in her matching red pajama set and began working on her hair.

Kenya convinced her to let her do a sew in on her hair and she was in love with it. She was used to wearing wigs but the sew in was giving her a more natural and youthful look. She used the roller brush and tried her best to blow out her bundles like Kenya showed her until she was satisfied with the look.

As time passed she looked over at the clock and saw it was 7:10. She didn’t want to be that girl but she was waiting for Jey to call her. She ran into him in the gym earlier and he asked for her number. As much as it threw her off, she agreed and became excited when he said he would call her after practice.

As if he could sense her thinking about him, an unknown number flashed about her screen. Nervous, she let it ring a couple times before answering the phone.

"Hello." She spoke softly.

"Hey love, how’s your day been?" His deep voice spoke making her feel a little tangly inside. She couldn’t tell if his voice was deep because he was possibly sleeping or because they were on the phone but she loved it.

“Nothing much, finished up some homework, got something to eat, and did some self care stuff. Did you have a long day? I didn’t think you were going to really call me.” She told him and he instantly felt bad.

He really planned on calling her sooner but as soon as his body hit the bed in his dorm he was out a lot longer than he thought he would be. The first thing on his mind when he woke up was Brianna.

“My bad love. I was definitely going to call you sooner but practice ran until six and as soon as I got out the shower I took a long ass nap.” He explained to her.

“Thats okay, I can only imagine how hard practice was. I know I’m always tired after practice especially when I have homework.”

“That’s what you were doing when I called?” He asked her.

“No, I was doing my hair.” She shook her head as she laid against her baby pink pillows and crossed one leg over the other.

“What you do to it? I know it looks good.” He complimented her. One thing he enjoyed about Brianna was she always looked well put together. Her toes and nails were always freshly done in white polish or french tips. He could stare at her pink lips that were always moisturized or covered in clear gloss all day if he could.

“I washed it and I was going to put some flex rollers in them but I don’t have anywhere to go so I might leave it as is.” She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her nails.

“You should let me take you out.”

“Why do you wanna take me out?” She giggled into the phone when he sucked his teeth at her.

“Man, cause I’m feeling your pretty self. I like the energy you bring and I want to know more about you.” He told her.

“You’re so sweet. You asking me on a date?" She asked playing with the ends of her hair, twirling it around her fingers.

"Yeah, Brianna." He nodded his head as if she could see him.

"Wait, you have a game on Thursday, right?”

"Yeah why?" He asked.

"If you win your game on Thursday then you can take me out on Friday. How does that sound?” She smiled into the phone. If there was one thing her mother taught her it was to never give a man too much lean-way.

"Bet, so make sure your schedule is cleared cause ima’ have something planned for us.” He told her while trying to keep his composure.

“I just ask one thing of you.”

"And what's that?" She asked him.

"You gotta come to the game and watch me play. I want you to see for yourself how well I do when I’m challenged.”

"Mmh, that works for me. I’ll see you there.”

-

2 Days Later

“It’s so nice in here. You have good taste.” Brianna smiled at Jey as he held her hand and led her into the restaurant he picked out got them. He knew he was going to win the game so her set plans in motion as soon as he got off the phone with Brianna.

“Thank you.” I said as he held the door of the restaurant open for me.

“You’re good.” He spoke as we walked hand and hand over to were the severs were. He told them he had a reservation under his last name before we were brought over to a table.

“You did really good job tonight.” Brianna smiled as she sat across from him and took a look at the menu.

“I appreciate it. Did you enjoy the game?” He asked and she nodded her head. It was her first time attending a basketball game at the college and it was a lot funner than she thought it would be.

“How’s volleyball going?” He asked after the two put in their orders with the waiter.

“It’s really good actually! I’m getting along with the girls pretty well and we keep winning games so I can’t complain.”

“That’s what’s up. Do you plan on playing long term?” He asked wanting to know more about her long term goals.

“Not necessarily , it’s something I like to do for fun but not something I want to do forever. I want to be a physical therapist or personal trainer. She explained to him.

“That’s what’s up. I wouldn’t have expected that from you but I fuck with it.” He nodded his head.

“What do you want to do? Basketball?” She asked him the same question.

“Nah, not really. I mean it’s cool and everything but I’m still trying to figure it out.” He shrugged his shoulders at her.

“You have time to figure it out but you’re really good at it and I know you can go far.”

“I appreciate it love.”

They talked for a little while longer about any and everything but most of their time was spent with Jey making her laugh. She found his to be extremely funny and he enjoyed being able to make her laugh.

“Oh, I don’t think we ordered this.” Brianna spoke as the waiter sat a dessert down in front of her.

The waiter just smiled at her cluelessness before walking off to another table. Josh watched her look down at the writing on the plate before looking back up at him.

“You want me to be your girlfriend?” She asked him.

“Yeah, I know it hasn’t been that long, but I know what I want, and I never been the type to not act on what I want.” He spoke truthfully.

“Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend.” She nodded her head and smiled up at him. There was an overwhelming amount of emotions consuming her but everything felt right in the moment.

“It’s good?” He motioned towards the mini cheesecake as he pulled out his card to pay the bill and tip the waiter.

“Mmh, it’s my favorite even though I’m not supposed to be eating this.” She nodded her head.

“Why not?” He frowned.

“Because, I have to stay in shape. I’ve been slacking in the gym too.”

“Shit, I can’t tell.” He mumbled loud enough for her to hear as his eyes glanced over her body. Her face instantly turned red as she tried to hide the smile on her face but of course she couldn’t.

She was dressed in a pair of fitted jeans that showed off her long legs, a hot pink shirt that laced in the front showing a tiny bit of cleavage, and, sandals that showed off her bubble bath pink toes.

Kenya convinced her to step out her comfort zone and put on something a little different than what she would usually wear. Everyone knew Bri could dress but she never had to do or show too much to get that point across.

“Well, thank you but you’re an athlete so you know how it feels when your body isn’t on track with you. I’m new on the team so I have to be on point and show them how good I am.” She explained and Josh nodded his head.

“Nah, I feel you. I might have to come through and see you compete. See if you’re as good as you say.”

“I’m definitely as good as I say but you can see for yourself if you want.” She shrugged her shoulders.

@bebesobrielo @trentybenty @amandairene88 @kiki1704 @paigereeder @uceyliyahh @skyesthebomb @cyberdejos2 @chloeijuana

[iluvhimxo]

🏄‍♂️ JJ Maybank x Kook Queen!Reader Who's Obsessed With Him Headcanons

You’re the Last Person He Expected to Like Him—So, Naturally, He Falls Hard

JJ always figured Kooks were a different breed, especially the rich, untouchable ones like you—flawless outfits, perfect parties, gossip royalty.

But when he finds out you’ve got a massive, almost embarrassing crush on him? He’s shocked. Suspicious even. Until he realizes it’s real—and it completely derails his usual confidence.

Your Obsession Is Lowkey Chaotic—and He Secretly Loves It

You know his surf schedule. You show up “by accident” at the Chateau with snacks, sunglasses, and iced coffee like it’s a runway.

You’ve defended him loudly at a Kook party when someone insulted Pogues, and he heard about it the next day. He tried to play it cool, but his ears turned bright red.

He Pretends to Hate Your World—but He Keeps Getting Pulled In

He’ll mock your themed parties and designer sunglasses, but he always ends up there, hanging out on the sidelines, trying to act like he's not waiting for you to notice him.

Secretly, he loves that you make him feel seen in a world that usually makes him feel small.

You Make the First Moves—and He Doesn’t Know What to Do With That

You're bold. You flirt. You call him “JJ baby” just to see him blush and stumble over his words.

He’s used to doing the chasing, but your full-hearted obsession throws him off. And eventually, it turns into his obsession with you.

He Starts Noticing the Little Things You Do

You bring him bandaids after a fight, slip notes in his truck window, laugh at his worst jokes. He pretends he doesn’t care, but he keeps every note.

Eventually, you see him wearing the bracelet you made “as a joke.” He never takes it off again.

Protective JJ Mode Activated™

Once he admits his feelings, his loyalty is terrifying. Anyone talks down to you? He’s already squared up.

You become his favorite topic. “Yeah, my girl could totally do that. She’s smart as hell, don’t let the rich girl look fool you.”

You’re His Safe Place, Even If He’d Never Say It Out Loud

You offer softness he didn’t know he could trust. When he’s angry or spiraling, you sit with him in silence until he talks.

You’re the only one he lets see him cry.

You Balance Each Other Out Perfectly

You pull him into luxury and warmth; he drags you into spontaneous chaos and freedom.

He doesn’t care about your world—but because it’s yours, he’ll crash every party just to make you laugh.

He’ll Never Admit He Loves That You’re “Obsessed”

You think it’s one-sided, but he’s memorized the way your nose scrunches when you tease him.

JJ Maybank is absolutely, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with the Kook Queen who once decided he was her favorite person in the world.

🔥 Suggestive JJ Maybank x Kook Queen!Reader Headcanons

You Flirt Like It’s a Sport—And JJ’s Both Flustered and Turned On

You’ll whisper something outrageously inappropriate in his ear at a party just to see him choke on his drink.

JJ talks big, but the way your hand trails just a little too slow across his chest shuts him right up.

He tries to act unfazed, but one smirk from you, and he’s clearing his throat and pulling at the collar of his shirt.

JJ Loves That You're Bold Behind Closed Doors

You’re the one leaning in first. The one sliding into his lap. The one who says, “I’ve been thinking about you all day” with your lips brushing his jaw.

That confident, bratty energy? It drives him insane. But he adores putting you in your place with a low “You really like testing me, huh?”

The Tension Is Almost a Game—Until It Boils Over

The way he watches you walk across a room? Like he’s imagining tearing those designer clothes off.

Everyone can feel the energy crackling between you two. They know when you disappear together, you’re not “just talking.”

JJ Is Shockingly Possessive—In the Hottest Way

He’ll grab your waist when he sees another guy looking at you, leaning down to murmur “You’re mine, remember?” in your ear, fingers digging into your hip just enough to make your breath hitch.

You teasingly flirt with someone once just to rile him up—let’s just say it definitely ends with you pinned to the nearest wall.

He’s Addicted to How You Touch Him

You’ll run your hands under the hem of his shirt in public, just subtly enough that no one else sees—and he has to bite his lip not to react.

He acts cocky, but the moment you grab his thigh while he’s driving? He misses the turn.

Late Nights in the Chateau Get... Loud

The walls aren’t thick. Pope and John B hate it. You don’t care.

JJ’s a tease—he’ll kiss you slow, talk filthy in your ear, and then pull away just to make you beg.

You Know How to Break Through the “Pogue Tough Guy” Act

When it’s just the two of you, he lets the rough edges soften. That raspy voice turns gentle... until you say something that flips the switch again.

Your obsession with him makes him feel worshiped—and he returns it in ways that leave your legs shaking.

His Favorite Thing? Making You Fall Apart While Still Wearing Your Perfect Lip Gloss

You show up with your hair done and a little attitude, and he takes it as a challenge: how fast can I ruin her composure?

“Still wanna act like a Kook queen when you’re underneath me?” he’ll growl, and you’ll never say the word “yes” faster.

You Make Him Feel Wanted—In Every Way

JJ’s not used to someone loving every part of him. You do. His scars, his smirks, his smart mouth.

And in return, he makes it his mission to worship every inch of you—with hands, lips, and that grin that tells you he’s not nearly done yet.

(A/N): Hey y'all! Hope you enjoyed my first headcanons! I'll be writing more JJ headcanons and other obx characters x reader. Stay tuned!

[demie90s]

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Diana Taurasi X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

MASTERLIST, Parts (1-7)

⭑ pairing: Dom!Diana Taurasi x reader (boldrookie!fem!reader)

⭑ summary: You’ve been stomping around, throwing side-eyes and snark at Diana like she’s just another vet instead of thee vet. After a tough practice, you’re in the back hall headed toward the locker room when Diana follows. She’s calm at first, trying to be mature, but you? Pushing it.

Prompt: “You gone argue with me… or get your pussy ate?”

⭑ genre: Smut Tension, flirt-fighting, older woman dominance, rookie chaos

⭑ 🔞Warnings🔞: Mature language, strong sexual undertone, flirtation through conflict, hallway scene, mentor/rookie heat

⭑ word count: ~ 3.5k

The hallway was cold, quiet—except for the sound of your sneakers smacking the tile like you meant every single step. Practice had been long. Hot. You were drenched in sweat and still breathing like you were mid-drill. You wiped your face with the hem of your shirt, irritated, your body aching in all the right ways and your pride sitting sharp in your throat.

And then—of course—you heard her.

Diana's voice behind you. Calm. Velvet-wrapped iron. "You gonna keep stomping around like a toddler or actually speak like an adult?"

You stopped walking. Slowly turned. She was leaning against the wall like it was beneath her. Hair slicked back, shirt clinging to her chest, mouth tilted into something smug. She looked unfair—like a challenge that had already won itself.

You crossed your arms. "I'm not in the mood."

"That obvious?" she asked, one brow raised, cool and amused like you weren't boiling in front of her. "You barely looked at me the whole practice."

"That a problem?"

"Only if you think I didn't notice." She pushed off the wall and started walking toward you—unbothered, slow, like she had time to kill and you were the only thing worth stopping for.

Your jaw clenched. You hated this part—the part where she looked too calm while you were burning alive.

"Back off, Taurasi," you said, jaw tight.

"No," she said simply.

You stepped back. She didn't stop.

"You always got an attitude," she added, eyes dragging down your face to your chest, then back up like it was casual. Like she hadn't just devoured you in one slow look. "But lately? You've been avoiding me. Why?"

"Because you're annoying."

"Mm," she smirked. "Try again."

You opened your mouth to say something slick, but she beat you to it. One step closer. Close enough to feel the heat off her. Close enough to make you forget what the hell you even walked off for.

"You mad at me," she said, voice lower now. "Or mad I haven't fucked you yet?"

You blinked. She laughed. Just once. Soft, cocky, dangerous. And then she stepped even closer, trapping you between her and the wall with nothing but air between your bodies.

"You gone argue with me," she murmured, her voice low and sinful as her hand grazed your waist, "or get your pussy ate?"

Your heart stopped. Brain empty. Skin alive. You didn't flinch when her hand slid to your hip. You didn't breathe when she leaned in like she might kiss you.

You didn't move at all. But you wanted to. Her lips ghosted your ear.

"You walk around like you run this team," she whispered. "But you been lookin' at me since day one like you need me to wreck you."

Your mouth parted. Nothing came out.

"You think I don't see it?" she went on. "The way you act out just to get my attention. Like a brat who wants to be put in her place."

"Don't flatter yourself," you muttered, trying to stay upright beneath the heat rolling off her.

Diana raised an eyebrow. Her face didn't shift much—just that unreadable smirk and steady eye contact. But her energy? It darkened. Shifted.

"I don't have to," she said, voice level, like it was fact. "You've been doing that since training camp."

You swallowed hard, but stood your ground. "You done talking yet?"

Her gaze lowered to your mouth. Back up.

And then she tilted her head, just a little. Voice low, steady, and not teasing this time. "Just be ready."

That was it.

She didn't smile. Didn't wink. Just turned and walked off like the conversation never happened.

You thought it was over. Thought you were safe.

Back at your place, fresh out the shower, oversized tee barely clinging to your damp body, you were just starting to unwind. You hadn't even made it to your bed yet when the knock came.

Firm. Three knocks. No pause. You opened the door—and there she was.

Diana.

In her hoodie. Still a little damp from the a shower. Her arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes scanning you like she already owned the place.

"What...?" you asked, trying not to sound breathless.

She didn't move. Didn't blink. Just looked you over and said, "Oh, you thought I was playing?"

The air vanished from the room. You didn't answer. You didn't have to.

She didn't say a word when you stepped aside. Didn't ask to come in.

Just walked past you like she'd done it a hundred times before—like she belonged there.

You shut the door. Turning around slowly.

And she sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. One leg perched up on a bar under it. The other stretched out while she grinned, head held up by the palm of her hand. Already watching you.

Still fully clothed. Arms loose at her sides. But her eyes? They had that look again.

Like you were already on your knees.

"Come Here." She is.

Two words. That was it. No teasing. No smile. Just command.

You hesitated for half a second, heart pounding—but you took a few slow steps towards her.

Her hand found your hips first. Then your waist.

Barefoot, heart punching your ribs, trying not to let it show.

When you get close, she leans back just a little, one hand finding your hip with no hesitation, the other settling just under your ribcage like she's claiming space.

You don't speak. Not yet. She looks at you—head tilted, lashes low.

"What you want, mama?" Her voice is soft. Low. "Hmm?"

You swallow. She squeezes your waist just enough for you to feel it.

"What you got an attitude for?" she says, lips twitching. "You walk around mean as hell, storm off like you don't want me around... What? I spoil you to much?"

You don't answer. Your silence? That's the answer. And she knows it.

Diana chuckles, all low and dark.

"That's what I thought," she murmurs.

Then her hands both slide lower, gripping your thighs, pulling you in like it's nothing.

"You bratty all day," she says, chin tilted up to look at you, "but now you quiet?"

You open your mouth—something, anything—but she's already shaking her head, fingers tapping your skin like a warning.

"No, no, baby. Don't start talking now."

She slides her hands up the back of your thighs.

And grins.

"You gon' act like you don't need me?"

You breathe out through your nose, mouth dry. "So?...You wanna argue? Or act right?"

"I came all this way," she says, tone smooth like silk, "and you still standing there with that little look on your face."

You blink slow, throat tight. "I didn't think you were coming."

She raises an eyebrow, stepping closer, until her thigh's brushing yours and her lips are a breath from your cheek.

"You thought I was playin'?" she murmurs, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "After all that mouth you had?"

You swallow hard. Head fuzzy. Her scent, her voice, the heat off her body—it's too much and not enough.

"Say somethin'," she dares you.

But you don't. Because your mouth is open, but no words come out. You're too far gone—dazed under the weight of her, the calm pressure of her palm now sliding to the small of your back. And that grin she gives you? It's not cruel.

"Yeah," she whispers, fingers curling against your waistband. "That's what I thought."

🚨YALL I HAVEN’T WROTE MUCH SMUT!!! HERE IS YOUR WARNING. DON’T COME FOR ME! I HAD THE PLATFORM!🚨

It starts soft. Intentional. Her mouth moves slow, tasting, teasing, like she's in no rush. Like she knows the power she holds and plans to use every second of it.

You melt into it, body already giving in, hands twitching at your sides—until she shifts.

One hand slides up the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. The other wraps around your waist, pulling you so close you swear your bones hum.

And then— She deepens the kiss.

Rougher. Hungrier. Mouth parting yours wide like she's chasing every sound you've ever swallowed. Her grip on your hair tightens, tilting your head the way she wants. Her angles. Her rhythm. She's tasting you like it's a craving, like she's been waiting too long and has no intention of stopping now.

You lean into her, arms instinctively flying up, wrapping around her neck. And she—God—she drags her hands down the back of your arms, slow and possessive, like she's pulling you closer by feel alone.

And you let her. Because right now, you are hers.

When she finally pulls away, your lips chase after her—eyes half-lidded, mouth parted, dazed and pouty like you don't understand why she stopped.

She sees it all. Smirks. Wipes her thumb across your mouth like she owns it.

"Uh uh," she says low. "I shouldn't even be givin' you shit."

You blink, dizzy. She tilts her head, eyes dipping to your lips again, but she doesn't kiss you. Instead, she leans back slightly, her hand still firm at your waist.

"Fix your face."

Diana studies you—eyes low, mouth set. That teasing smirk is gone now, replaced by something quieter... hungrier.

"Fix your face," she murmurs again, firmer this time. "You not gettin' a damn thing if that attitude don't change."

You don't speak.

You just nod. Slow. Controlled. Like your body understands the rules before your mouth does. Like all that boldness from earlier melted the second she kissed you like that. You're not weak, not shy—just honest about how bad you want her. Have wanted her.

Because the second she walked through that door? Ocean. Game over.

Your jaw clenches, breathing shallow. She watches you, head tilted. And then—without a word—she stands.

Her hands come up, palms warm against your cheeks. Not gentle. Not rough. Just firm, steady, like she's holding your attention in place.

And damn does it work.

She steps in close, chest brushing yours. And even though you're 5'11, she's still got that inch on you. She uses it. Leans down just enough to speak low against your mouth, eyes flicking down like she's tasting you again just with her stare.

"You gon' act right now?" she asks, voice low and smooth like velvet dragged over a knife.

You nod again—faster this time. She hums, amused, but still serious. Still watching you like she's waiting for you to break.

And then, with no warning, her hands slide to your waist. She spins you easy, firm grip guiding your back against her front. Her chest against your shoulders. Her breath behind your ear.

"Walk." One word. One command. You move.

She doesn't push hard—just walks behind you, hands still on your waist. But every step feels like you're being stripped, exposed, branded. You can feel her breath, her presence, her restraint.

The hallway feels longer than it ever has. Your room door feels miles away.

By the time you reach it, you're shaking.

Diana leans down again, lips brushing your ear. "Open it."

And your hand? It's already on the knob, heart damn near in your throat. You open the door with shaky hands. She closes it behind you.

And then it's quiet. No lights. Just the soft hum of your chest rising and falling too fast and her standing behind you, so close it feels like heat bleeding through your skin.

You walk to the bed, still not speaking.You sit.

Finally got her where you wanted. But your mouth? Gone.

All that confidence from practice—how you used to roll your eyes at her, toss smartass comments, claim, "If I got you alone, I'd ruin you"—where is it now?

You're just sitting there.

Knees slightly parted, fingers gripping the edge of the bed, like maybe it's the only thing grounding you. Diana steps up slow, calculated. She doesn't rush. She wants to feel you squirm.

And you are. She stops between your knees. Smirks. Tips your chin up with two fingers. Eyes locked.

"Mm," she hums, like she's disappointed—but the amused glint in her eyes says otherwise. "Finally got exactly what you wanted, huh?"

You nod. Barely.

She chuckles—low and dangerous. "Then where's that mouth, mama?" she purrs, head cocked. "I thought it was good for talkin' back. What, now it's just sittin' pretty for me?"

Your breath catches. You wish you had something slick to say. But she's so close. So calm. So damn sure of herself. And you?

You're wet. Already.

She leans in slowly—kisses your cheek, then the corner of your jaw. Down your neck. Shoulder. Her lips are soft, but her hands?

Firm.

She pushes your chest back until you're lying on the bed, her hovering above you, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread.

You try to speak—try to say something bold, cocky, anything— But all that comes out is a low moan when she kisses just under your ear.

"You so quiet now," she whispers, lips brushing your skin. "Thought you was gon' ruin me?"

You shake your head.

"Mm," she smirks. "Didn't think so."

And just like that, her lips are on your stomach. Then lower. Because if you ain't got the words? She'll find the language for you.

She kisses a trail down your stomach, each one softer than the last, like she's not in a rush, like she knows exactly how this ends—with you begging, sweating, and still calling her "bookie" like she ain't got you folded like fresh laundry.

She hums against your skin.

"So easy for me?" she murmurs, eyes flicking up.

You cover your face with your hands, squirming, but she grabs your wrists—moves them gently but firmly to your sides. "Nah," she says with a smirk. "I wanna see that face when I make you forget your name."

You exhale sharp.

She chuckles again, deeper this time, and sits back for just a second. Watches you. Watches how your chest is rising too quick. Watches your thighs clench when she doesn't move.

"You want it bad, huh?" she asks, hands dragging down your sides like heat. "Got an attitude at practice all week just for this?"

You nod. Small. Breathless.

"Mmh," she mutters like a scolding. "You been actin' up just so I'd come remind you who's in charge?"

"...Yes," you whisper.

She tilts her head, satisfied. Then leans forward, her voice low like silk soaked in liquor.

"Then be still. And take it."

She hooks her fingers in your waistband—slowly, watching your face as she slides them down, never breaking eye contact.

"You started this," she murmurs. "Now you gon' lay here and take everything I give you."

And when her mouth finally drops between your thighs?

It's not gentle.

It's not sweet.

It's deliberate.

Her tongue moves like she's memorizing you, tasting every inch like she's been starving and you're her first real meal. There's no hesitation—no warmup kisses, no shallow licks just to tease. She dives in with intention, spreading you open with both hands like she needs room to work, like you need to understand just how serious she is.

She hums low when you gasp, the vibration hitting so deep your toes curl. Your back arches off the bed, hands flying to her head, grabbing her hair without thinking—and she grips your thighs tighter, pinning you in place like you're not going anywhere.

Like you belong right here.

"You tryna run from it now?" she murmurs against you, voice husky and slick with pride. "After all that talk?"

You barely get a sound out—some choked-off excuse for a moan—and your body jerks, thighs shaking already. That's all it takes for her to pause.

She lifts her head. Slow. Deliberate.

Eyes dark. Mouth glistening.

"You kidding me?" she murmurs, almost like she's disappointed—but not surprised. "Barely put my mouth on you."

You try to breathe. Try to respond. But your chest is rising too fast, and your eyes are already glassy.

She laughs. Not kind.

"You were runnin' that mouth all week. Smart ass, cocky, actin' like you was gon' ruin me if I ever gave you the time of day."

Her fingers graze your inner thigh. You twitch.

"And now look at you."

She sits back on her heels slightly, thumb dragging over your hip.

"Couldn't last a minute. Damn near cried from one lick."

You cover your face with one hand. She pulls it down—firm—and pins your wrist to the mattress.

"Nuh-uh. Don't hide from me now. Look at me while I eat, or you won't get another chance."

Your heart pounds. She waits. Just staring. Daring you to ask.

And then she leans in again, slow, voice so close to your skin it vibrates through you.

"You wanna cum for real this time?"

You nod.

She clicks her tongue. "Nah, baby. Use that mouth. The one that got you into this."

"...Please."

"Mm. Beg."

"I'm—Diana, please. I want—need it. Please. I'll be good."

She hums like she's considering it. Then kisses the inside of your knee. Your thigh. Slowly, up and up.

And finally, her mouth finds you again—but this time, it's all precision. Patience. Pressure. She licks like she's studying you. Like she's memorizing every sound. Like she wants to make you scream her name and remember it for the rest of your life.

You try to stay quiet. You do. But she's merciless.

"Good girl," she whispers into you. "Now stay still. Let me show you how vets work."

Tongue flat and firm at first, long slow strokes that make your brain short-circuit. Then quicker, tighter, her lips sealing around your clit like she's claiming it. She moves with rhythm, with purpose—a pattern only she knows, changing pace the second you get used to it.

Then her lips close around Your clit with no hesitation, like she's done this a hundred times in her head—and now she's finally letting herself have it. All pressure. All precision.

You moan. Loud.

Head thrown back, thighs shaking, vision tunneling—and she doesn't stop. She leans into it, tongue flicking now, one hand holding your hip down while the other slides up your torso, tracing every flex and twitch your body gives her.

"You wanna finish?" she murmurs, lips wet against your skin, tongue slowing just enough to make you whine. "You better ask me nice."

You gasp. "Please—"

You hesitate—just a second—but your body betrays you. You're pulsing around nothing, panting, trembling like her name is already tattooed behind your ribs.

"Please, Diana," you breathe, almost dizzy. "Please let me come. I need it. I need you."

She stills. Then she laughs. Low. Dangerous.

"That's more like it."

And she devours you.

Faster, deeper, focused like her next paycheck depends on how loud you scream. She doesn't give you a second to think—just licks and sucks and tongue-flicks you through every moan, every cry, every curse you throw at the ceiling. Your body bucks but she holds you still, forcing you to take every last wave she gives you.

And when it hits? It ruins you.

Your thighs squeeze her head, your fingers claw at the sheets, your mouth opens but no sound comes out—and she stays with you through it, letting you ride her mouth like it's the only thing keeping you alive.

She doesn't stop until your body jerks again—too sensitive, too much—and only then does she slow down.

One last kiss, right over your overstimulated clit, before she pulls back.

And she grins—lips wet, face smug, eyes hungry. She kisses the inside of your thigh, slow and hot, then looks up at you.

"See?" she whispers, voice so soft it makes you shiver. "Good girls get fed."

You can't even answer. You're just there—blissed out, legs open, chest heaving, and barely remembering your own name.

And Diana? She's already standing, licking her lips like dessert came early.

[call-me-mother-darling]

Obsidian Doves

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

AU: My dearest how will I ever express how deeply sorry I am. I have been neglectful and have made time to put this out for you. I had so much time on my hands while I was sick so I just went ahead and finished this for you. I appreciate each and every one of you. I soon need to step away from the smut and write some ungodly heartbreaking scenes again. I apologize in advance for whenever that comes out. Also in honor of pride month I decided to release this a couple days earlier. Love you <3

Feedback is always encouraged!

No Plot, just 2k words of smut.

Warnings: Lesbianism, men being pigs (brief), shower sex, smut, mommy kink, bdsm themes

If I missed anything lmk

Word Count: 4,498

Her energy guides mine so naturally. During this mission we have to stake out at a party. Meaning dressing the part and acting like we are so madly in love with each other. With the team knowing who I’ve been crushing over, of course I am partnered with Nat, they tease me any chance they get. Like daring me to kiss her during truth or dare. I always come back to reality bright red, how truly embarrassing.

This “party” was going to be the death of me, with the small touches as she passes me. My lower back, my arms, my hips, my ass, anything she can get her hands on. By the end of the night my brain is foggy and I follow her every move, every word. She holds me against her and I feel like I am on top of the world. Like I am wanted so deeply. Just with her gaze I can fall into place. I don’t know how she does it. How we fall into our roles so perfectly. 

The people around us eat it up. They believe every word she says. They believe she owns one of the most important companies to attend this party. Each year they throw a party to raise money for cancer research. We are here because one of the members on the council has been embezzling money from the main company. That’s why he’s the richest of them all.  His name is Jim Guardwell. I try my best to keep my anger at a minimum around that bastard, they can’t figure out why we are really here.

“ How amazing for you two to join us.” Jim says. Giving us a smug smile.

“Amazing to be here Jim.” Natasha says, gripping my waist tightly. He eyes me, taking in all my curves and I can’t help but feel disgusted with myself. 

“How are the donations doing this year?” Natasha asks, grabbing his attention.

“Currently we are sitting at about one million. We have a lot of big spenders tonight.” A playful smirk crosses his lips. If we didn’t know what it is doing we wouldn’t have questioned the slight gleam in his eye. It could easily come across as happiness but the way he stands a little too confidently and the way he looks at everyone like they owe him something tells me everything we were told about him is true. He doesn’t care about anyone in this room. His rolex, Van Cleef cufflinks, and very badly made suit tell me everything I need to know about his view of money.

“That sounds wonderful sir. It was wonderful speaking to you but we have to get going. Big meeting tomorrow.” I say with a bright innocent smile. The last thing I want to do is escalate the situation. 

“Aw what a shame, I was enjoying the view.” He says. Before I knew it Natasha’s fist was forcing his head back. 

“Oh no.” I say pulling Natasha off of him and dragging her out to the car. 

“Are you okay Hun.” I ask worriedly. 

“Yes. I couldn’t stand him talking about you like that. I couldn’t sit there and not do anything.” She says opening my door before closing it behind me.

“I know Nat but you could’ve gotten really hurt. We knew what we were going into. I’m surprised he didn’t say something sooner. We can’t let them get to us okay?” I say as she gets into the driver's side and turns the car on. 

“I’m surprised too. I’m glad you're okay Detka.” Her fingers lift my chin up, my eyes meeting hers.

“You look so beautiful tonight.” Her thumb rubs my jaw softly, a small smirk pulls at the corner of her lips. Any disgust from earlier vanishing. The only thing I see is her eyes staring right back at me. My body begs to just jump on her lap and kiss her like there is no tomorrow. But alas I can’t. The whole ride back I’m going to be squeezing my thighs together.

The ride back from the party was in one of Tony’s blacked out SUVs. I had told him if we want to blend in we need a more realistic car but he would not budge on our safety here. We’re dealing with highly trained individuals. Nat was an expert in these missions. I trusted her with my life. Her hand possessively on my thigh gives me reason to believe she’d protect me with her life. I rest my head on her shoulder and I say 

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, we're alone." Even with all the signs proving she feels something for me I need to make sure she’s okay. 

“I know hun. I can take my hand away if that’s more comfortable for you! I couldn’t take my eyes off you tonight. You fit so well by my side just got me thinking. I don’t want to do this with anyone but you.” Her hand loses her grip on my leg and her thumb rubs my knee.

 “It’s okay Nat. You can keep your hand there.” I take a deep breath before finding the confidence to say what’s on my mind.

“ I feel safe with you, you know? I loved being by your side at the party. I feel we blend so perfectly. No one even batted an eye at us.” A small smile tugs at my lips.

 “I agree my little dove. Although, I feel your last statement is not entirely correct. From my eyes no one was questioning us because their jaws were too busy being on the floor from looking at you.” When we get to a red light she kisses my head. I can feel my cheeks brightening at her statement alone.

“Thank you for your kind words Nat.” I say softly.

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” She says. My body immensely relaxes more into her arm. I lean my head against her bicep letting my body fully relax. I’ve never felt this safe around someone. I welcome the feeling more than I would like to admit.

The rest of the ride was so peaceful. Soft jazz played through the speaker and I watched as we passed all the city lights and soon were surrounded by trees. Tony insisted we go to his massive hotel in the middle of nowhere. He had gone on and on about our safety for this mission. How being two women alone is extremely dangerous. She ignored the fact that we have both been through the Red Room and have over five hundred confirmed kills. He just goes full dad mode whenever I go on a mission. Tears well in my eyes. Today was so beautiful, my life has become so beautiful. Even through all the PTSD, I'm so grateful to have a family now. I look at Nat and smile. I plant a kiss on her cheek, closing my eyes. I want to enjoy the feeling of this. 

When we got to the hotel the parking lot was empty except for about ten cars parked next to each other. I can only assume they are all workers. They are also surrounding the only light so I can also assume that is the safest spot to part in at night. 

“I'm going to complain to Tony that his employees don’t have their own locked parking area. If they are going to be working late they need a safe area to park in.” I say getting out of the car.

“He has no excuse for why it’s not done. That man’s a millionaire. I’ll be damned if he doesn’t keep his workers safe.” I voice, annoyed, as Natasha opens the truck and she grabs our duffel bags.

“Yes I will be taking our stuff, don’t even think of opening that pretty little mouth and you are one hundred percent right. They deserve to be safe. It’s so dangerous at night.” She says stopping me in my tracks, my mouth snapping shut.

“See now that's my good girl. Let’s go inside.” She says holding her hand out. Her eyes gave me a look of questioning. Like they were asking if this is okay. I grin and take her hand. Letting her lead us to the front desk.

“Good evening ladies, what can I do for you?” The kind receptionist asks.

“Hi, we have a reservation for tonight. It should be under Natasha Romanoff.” I say giving her a sweet smile.

“Ah yes, Natasha. Mr. Stark said you’d be staying with us tonight. The room she originally booked had two beds but Mr. Stark had called and got you into our suite. That just means there is only one Alaskan king bed. Will that be okay with you guys?” She asks kindly.

“Yes, that will be perfect.” Natasha answers before I get the chance to correct her.

“Perfect, here's your key. Should be room 227. It's on the fifteenth floor, you can use the elevators that are down that hall.” She says handing us the key and pointing to the hall she mentioned.

What am I going to do? I have to sleep next to her for the rest of the weekend. How am I going to survive? She seems fine with it but what if I make her uncomfortable.

“Hey Nat? Are you sure you’re comfortable sleeping in the same bed as me?” I ask.

“Yes sweetheart. If I could spend every night with you I would. Just to make it clear.” She says stopping abruptly. Dropping the duffel bags as soon as we get in the elevator and hit our floor. Her hands pull me close by my hips, her forehead touching mine. My gaze switches between her lips and her breathtaking eyes.

“Please kiss me.” I almost whine. She doesn’t waste another minute before our lips meet and my arms wrap around her neck pulling her impossibly close. Slowly, our bodies move and she has me trapped between the wall and herself. Her lips trail to my cheek and down my neck. Nipping at sensitive parts. My moans soon fill the elevator.

Her hands grip the back of my thigh letting my leg wrap around her hip trying to pull her closer. My fingers getting lost in her hair, pulling at it when her teeth scrape at my skin. 

Much to our disdain the doors to the elevator open and she pulls away panting,

“Behave until after dinner, Okay hun?” I nod quickly.

“Yes Nat.” I answer and follow her to our room. Praying to the gods to take away my throbbing between my legs. To let me walk without shaky legs. 

The walk to the room was anything but simple. A slight sway in my steps as my brain racks through all of my feelings. The feeling of her touch on me.

Nat waits for me at the door. Holding it open with an arm and eyeing me like a piece of candy.

“I think I might take a shower before we go to dinner. It’s late and I need to wake up a little.” I say listing off the first excuse I could think of. 

“Okay, darling, I'll be in the room.” A small smile pulls at her lips.

I quickly move past Natasha and straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I back into the door taking a deep breath. This bathroom is gorgeous, there is no way this doesn’t go over our budget even with the discount. The countertops are beautiful marble, the faucet a shiny gold. The floor is a classic white tile polished to the heavens. The shower takes up most of the room. Having two rainfall shower heads with a mirror as the outside walls. A blush creeps up my cheeks at the thoughts of what Natasha would do to me. 

My body vibrates at the thought of her hands on me, guiding my thoughts, my movements. 

No, stay focused. I remind myself.

I strip out of my almost too tight dress and heels. Hanging the dress in the small linen closet, leaving my heels on the floor in front of the sink. The heat spreading throughout my body is almost too much to bear. I need to get cold water on me or I fear my skin might erupt into flames. Our little interaction started a fire in me that I didn’t know I had.

My hands make haste in turning the shower knob to the coldest temperature possible. Letting myself in and closing the glass door behind me. My knees falling to the floor, letting the cold water cool my body. But the cold did nothing to soothe the ache coming from in between my legs. I flipped my body. My torso just out of reach of the water and my legs angled perfectly in the rain. My legs spread, my back arching at the water hits my swollen clit. A deep moan escapes from my chest.

 My hand secures itself over my lips muffling the sound of my enjoyment, with the water hitting all the perfect spots I can’t help but get closer and closer. My breath quickening, my mind only thinking of one thing. Her. Her hands on me. On my hips, my thighs, in between my lips. My imagination runs wild with how her fingers would expertly touch every part of my body. Claiming me as hers. 

A small muffle of words stops me dead in my tracks. I can barely hear it but a hum follows it as furniture is moving around. Curious, I open my eyes to find the room has gotten brighter and a shadow casts over me.

“Now what do we have here?” her voice dripping with seduction. I can’t move.

I’ve heard of this kind of bathroom but I've never witnessed it in person. Those mirrors that lined the wall of the shower, they were two way mirrors. Instead of my reflection staring back at me, Natasha looks into my soul. I’m so fucked.

“Don’t stop on my account, little one. Give mommy a show, why don't you?” She pushes the chair in the middle of the wall watching your body intently. Like a cheetah daring you to run. 

But I can’t move. Her eyes hold me in place.

“Shall I have to guide you through it? I bet your cunt just begs for my fingers, huh? Darling.” The nic-name sounding like a moan. My cheeks set fire and positioned myself back in the water. Letting my clit get rained on. I need more, I need her fingers. 

“Atta girl, listening to mommy.” A small moan falls from my lips, a whine quickly following.

“Come on baby, I know you can use your words.” Her tone teasing.

“I need you mommy. I need your fingers.” I moan pleading. My hips buck into the water making her eyes flash to my hips. The want ever more apparent. 

“Dry yourself off and lay your ass on the bed.” Her voice unwavering and ready to pounce. I do exactly as told. My hands shake with anticipation. After drying off I slowly walk to the bed, very aware of her eyes taking in my body, like she is ready to feast. Her talented fingers strip her of every piece of clothing she has on. Leaving her body for my eyes to devour.

My back hits the cold sheets while I keep my legs bent and together. My legs shake as her confident steps walk towards me. Her nails finally making contact with my legs.

“You are such a needy little thing. You couldn’t wait to be fucked. So you had to go do it yourself. Now I am going to use you and you will watch. If I see your eyes wandering, I will stop. Is that understood, darling?” Her voice not yet daring but serious. My eyes water at the safety I feel in this very moment. My brain is turning to absolute mush.

“Yes Natasha. I trust you with my whole life. Do you have a safe word? I use obsidian.” I ask gently.

“I use dove. Thank you for asking my beautiful girl. Now spread those perfect legs of yours.” A small smile spreads across my lips as my legs open for her.

A sultry groan comes from her. My eyes scan her face for any hesitancy but all I find is pure hunger. Her teeth take her bottom lip between them as she lowers herself to my dripping cunt.

“Mmmm already so wet for me, sweet thing. How blessed am I?” She smiles, dipping her head down to kiss and nip at my inner thighs. I can’t help but moan. I watch as her pupils dilate as her teeth dig into my thigh. My back arches, my hips trying to get closer to her mouth. 

“Now that pretty little moan you just made?” I nod aimlessly to her question, too lost in her nails digging into my hips. Pulling me closer to her mouth.

“I need you to do it again and don’t stop. If you stop, I will stop everything. Understood?”

“Yes mistress.” That hit something in her. Her whole demeanor changed.

“Am I allowed to use you how I really want? Like how we deduced before?” We had a conversation when I was drunk. I told her about all of my kinks and told her everything I would allow her to do to me. When I was a fully functioning human again she sat me down and asked again. I agreed with everything drunk me said. 

“Yes mistress.” My whole body breaks out in a cold sweat as it waits for it to happen.

“Beg for it.” Her tone is low. Not asking, but commanding.

“Please mommy, I’ve been craving you for so long. Please, please, I just want your fingers in me. To fill me to the brim and only stop when you feel right..” The plea fell from my lips almost immediately. I wanted her on me now.

“Now that's a good girl.” Her tongue licks her teeth before they dig into my other thigh. I gasp at the sensation.

“Can I touch you?” I moan. Watching as her lips pull away from my thigh, her eyes dark.

“Since you asked so politely, yes.” She was quick to put her mouth on me again. Her lips sucking my thighs. Showering me with bruises. My fingers run through her hair, gripping it at every bite.

Her tongue moves to my fold as a loud moan tears through me. Her warm muscle circles my already swollen clit. My hips move against her tongue begging for more friction. 

I don’t know if I can take this, it’s edging on too much. Her hands all over my body, her mouth devouring my very soul. A never ending line of moans come from my lips but I am too lost in her to notice.

“Please, mistress.” I beg.

“What's wrong baby? Didn’t I tell you to use your sweet words?” Natasha teases, tongue flicking my sensitive bud.

“Fuck. I need your fingers. Please mistress, I'll be good. I just need you to stretch me.” My hands move to the gorgeous dark oak headboard. Digging my fingertip into the wood.

“Oh what a naughty girl I have at the mercy of my tongue. I will do as you wish, pretty girl.” Two digits slip into me, meeting no resistance.

“No please, I need more.” I don’t wait to beg for more. I need her to stretch me. 

“So needy.” She slips two more digits into me while her tongue continues her merciful technique.

My back arches so high off the bed I can fully see the head board behind me. Her pace begins slow while I get used to the fullness.

“Yes, fuck me.”

“Oh darling. I fully intend to fuck you so deeply you feel me for weeks.” Her fingers begin pounding into my wet cunt. Hitting my sweet spot every single time. There is only the feeling of her inside of me. Of her lips kissing up my body to worship my breasts. My back hits the wine satin sheets. The cool sensation is almost comforting. 

Natsha wastes no time in bringing my attention back to her. Hip hips guide her fingers deep in me. Deeper than she has ever been before. I am at a loss for words. My brain can only make up random noises.

“Ah, ya- yes- rig- ther- fu.” An evil chuckle comes from the women above me.

“That's right baby. Who does this pussy belong to? Huh little angel?” Her tone dripping with sweet venom.

“Y-you. I belong to you. All of me.” I attempt between each debilitating thrust. 

Her forearm hits my clit perfectly from this angle. I look up into her eyes, just now noticing she moved fully above me. Her eyes are dark. As deep as the bottom of the ocean.

“That’s right baby. You, all of you. Belongs to me.” Each thrust has even more emotion than the last. Her bottom lip is nestled between her teeth while sweat glistens off her forehead. Dominance radiates off of her. Just by the way her eyes devour my body I can tell she's enjoying this just as much as I am. I can feel the cord about to break. With our bodies so close, like two puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

“Natasha I’m so close. You feel so good in me.” This only seems to spur her on. Her movement begins to lose it. Her arm shakes, her eye brows furrowed, her fingers pound into me with even more passion.

“Say my name when you cum.” Her command leaves no room for arguing. She brings her head down to connect her lips to my neck. Biting harshly. 

“Nat.” I moan. Her ungodly pace along with her mouth on me sent me over the edge. I can feel the pool she just pulled from the depths of my soul as she helps me ride out my orgasm. 

Her lips meet mine as she slowly pulls her fingers from me.

“You did so good for me baby.” Her tone is sweet with love. She moves her body next to me. Gently pulling me in her arms.

“You felt so good. I’ve never experienced something as euphoric as that. I mean I felt so safe and I trust you with my life.” I smile wide at her kissing her cheek.

“Oh what did I do to deserve you. Your body reacting to every single one of my touches almost drove me over the edge. You were so beautiful coming undone like that. I would love to be able to do that again.” Her smile never faded as her lips met mine. Locking me in a deep kiss.

“Why don’t we go shower together? I would love to return the favor.” I pull away just enough to get the words out. A small smirk appears on her face.

“Mmm I love that idea. Come on cutie, let's get cleaned up.” She says tapping my ass leading the way to the shower. 

This time the water was warm. She had grabbed my hand, helping me in the shower with my shaky legs. 

“I really did a number on you, huh baby?”

“Well I did beg you to use me.” I laugh, grabbing the body wash and net sponge and handing it to her.

“Would you mind getting my back?” Her smile is so bright as she takes the soap. I hear her put the soap on my back. Using her hands after the soap got a good lather, her fingertips massage my tight muscles and I relax into her. Her hands grip my shoulders lightly.

“Get on your knees for me.” She whispers softly. Without hesitation I fall to my knees. The tile dig into my legs, making me spread them so I am sitting on the arches of my feet.

Her warm finger tips grip my chin making me look up at her. The steam surrounding us only separating for her. Her body like a goddess. 

“Now, I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours on mommy. Can you do that for me?” I nod immediately. She turns around with so much pose and confidence to lean against the wall.

“Crawl to me.” Her tone switches in an instant. Now emanating power. My body moves before I even have time to think. My tongue begging to me to be on her. My hands steady myself on the slippy tiles. I sway my hips the best I can as she eyes my waist. 

“Good girl. Now put your mouth to good use.” I lift her leg on my shoulder. My tongue finds her throbbing clit with ease. Her wetness already coating my chin. I lick up her juices like this is the last meal I’ll ever eat. Her hands quickly find a way into my hair. Pulling and proding at my scalp.

“Yes my darling, just like that. Keep going for mommy.” She says. I moan in response, sending vibrations through her body. My fingers dig into the leg on my shoulder while my other hand is holding her hip against the wall. I can tell her legs are shaky as my tongue wraps around her clit.

She tastes heavenly. I finally found my happy place and it’s in between this goddess’ thighs. I suck and nip on the spot she favors the most. Making her more wet by the second. Loud moans echo through our glass enclosure. The water is running luke-warm by now. 

Her thigh trembles against my head making me only double my efforts. My tongue finds the pace her body reacts to the most and I keep it. Not letting up. Her thighs lock my head in place, the dizziness almost claiming me but I am too focused on pushing her over the edge. 

My pace stays the same but only hard. Her hip jerked into my face.

“Yes. Oh my god. Yes baby. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Her voice low.

I press my tongue into her firmly. That pushed her over the edge. I look up just in time to see her back arch off the wall, mouth open wide as her cum fills my mouth.

“Holy shit baby.” She says breathless kneeling down to my level. I quickly rid of my cum filled mouth and smiled brightly at her. 

“You did so good, baby.” Her tone as sweet as honey.

“You taste so good I could stay between your thighs all day.” I smile, giving her a quick peck on the lips. 

“While I would love that I will need to take a rain check.” She chuckles.

“Yes, mistress. Now let's get cleaned up. I’m sure dinner is almost over by now.” She chuckles at that, giving my ass a firm tap. Enough to sting but not hurt. 

“You little minx.”

[shannonsketches]

Okay I'm back to talk about headcanons that this ask made me think about because like I said yesterday I think we have very similar but adjacent thoughts and I wanna blabber

So the tl;dr of it is that I fully agree that Bulma terrifies Vegeta and that's part of her charm but our reasons for why differ a bit.

My headcanons are very heavily based on the manga, so in my mind he really didn't see much of her on Namek to compare with her Earth behavior. She and Krillin were both the correct amount of afraid of him, and then the Ginyu force showed up.

I do definitely agree that he's very impressed with the dragon radar -- but Vegeta's grown up in a super high-tech empire full of Freeza's personally curated collection of brilliant minds. While it is crazy that Bulma essentially reinvented scouter tech as a teenager, and hyper-specified it to pick up only the energy that the Dragon Balls were putting out, I think it's also important to recognize that Dragon Balls are a myth at best to almost every non-deity being in the universe, and a closely guarded secret for Namekians.

Bulma invented the radar because she found real ones in her attic (which, why do we never talk about why Dr B and his lovely wife just. Had two dragon balls? Chillin in the attic? This whole time?) and decided to see if the legends were true. Freeza had never seen one, and didn't know anyone who had ever seen one, and wouldn't have had any reason to invest R&D into a device that could detect them.

Don't get me wrong it's still CRAZY impressive that she did that, and something I fully agree Vegeta acknowledges as crazy impressive, especially having done it at sixteen because she was Bored, but for me I think that detection and tracking tech is kind of standard where he comes from (if others didn't already have proof that they work and weren't always in a race to make their wish, which kills their energy signature, they might too take the time to study them for the same result) -- so the time machine would be a much wilder truth to learn for him imo

But I feel Dr B impressed him first because, outside of Capsules, in terms of technology, Earth is VERY primitive to Vegeta. Even for as rock-carved as a lot of the low-ranked neighborhoods on planet Vegeta were, they still had space-faring ships (and potentially also the rearing pods) before they were taken over by King Cold. Bulma and her father -- and even Gero, who is collectively acknowledged as the most superior scientific mind on Earth -- didn't have access to the kind of tech and fuel that can do that effectively. In the Saiyan saga Bulma even talks about how the fastest engine her father ever built would take over four thousand years to go where Vegeta can in a matter of months (in an autopiloted pod, no less).

Bulma and Dr B can, however, utilize alien tech to create things that suit their needs, which is its own brand of impressive. In the manga, there is no second ship. Vegeta asks Dr Brief to build him a gravity room, so I personally hc it's him Vegeta's impressed with initially. I enjoy the thought that Bulma's capacity is one he learns more about just spending time with them developing the room to suit Vegeta's needs and standards, which are almost certainly annoyingly high (as it's established in the manga that Freeza's bases had training rooms too, and it may be safe to assume there is gravity tech in use, considering those fighters have to be prepared for battle on various planets of various sizes and atmospheres).

But again, that this earthling is able to replicate that technology without access to the base alien tech is crazy impressive.

I like to think that Vegeta's mind impressed both of them too, having spent so much time around fighters who are not scientific or tech-savvy at all, and suddenly an alien who knows wtf he's talking about and specifically what he's looking for and can troubleshoot and do minor QA on tech and explain in great detail how how something works (he can report in real time what's happening to him physiologically while it's happening to him, even if it's happening to him for the very first time, which is insane). One of my favorite long-time inside jokes with friends is that Capsule Corp didn't have hover cars until Vegeta moved in. I also just love that Dr B calls him Vegeta-kun in the JPN.

With Bulma though, especially in the manga, she's very much like everyone else -- she's brilliant, but imperfect, and still learning from her mentor (her dad). The bit in Daima where she works so hard on the ship just to have the launch fail feels very much like a callback to this joke where she VERY confidently tries to call Nappa's pod and self-destructs it because she mixed up the buttons, for example:

"Krillin, who's the genius here?" [fails immediately] "Dammit." my love for this fictional woman cannot be overstated why do we even have that lever

So like, while I VERY MUCH AGREE that Vegeta finds her intellect deeply impressive and hot and dangerous, in my personal opinion that is a part of her that intrigues him but it's not the part of her that terrifies him.

To me, it's that despite the fact that she is so smart, and so clever, and so quick-witted -- she is so brazenly authentic.

When Vegeta gets to Namek, he's at the tail end of a poker game he's been playing for years inside the Freeza force. Everyone's running a clever game, everyone's got an ace up their sleeve, everyone's bluffing, everyone is looking for a tell, and everyone's got a loaded gun under the table pointed at someone else.

Freeza notes that their confrontation was inevitable, but is surprised Vegeta's rebellion happened so soon. The thing is that Vegeta is also surprised that it happened so soon -- he was planning to go back to Earth when Cui told him Freeza had already left for Namek. The table got flipped and a 30-Year game turned into a standoff overnight. Vegeta's living on earth fresh from this lifelong cultural experience of "Loyalty is a strategy, everyone is playing to win, and no one is ever really on your team. The only way to save your neck is to keep your head low and your mouth shut."

Then there's Bulma, who -- despite her housing every ability (and reason, as the most wealthy heiress on her planet) to be extremely cut-throat and manipulative and shady and mysterious -- is not only extremely open about her flaws, her feelings, and her insecurities, but extremely LOUD about them.

Bulma will just cry. Bulma will just scream. Bulma will just be passively peer pressured into changing her clothes and then announce that what other people are wearing made her feel stupid.

Bulma is not just vulgar, she's transparent about all of her weaknesses. She plays damn near nothing close to the chest. She announces her suspicions. She announces her plans. She announces her observations, as if they can't be used against her. She's messy and unpleasant, out loud, where people can see her being messy and unpleasant. That's horrifying when you're used to everyone posturing and cooing and kissing ass to get what they want.

She's openly afraid, and also openly curious, and also openly lacking a sole singular fuck about what you think, and also loudly giving a fuck about what other people think. She's both deeply predictable and impossible to track. She thinks we should just kill that guy before he becomes a problem, she also thinks that even though everyone saw how dangerous this guy is he seems uncomfortable so we should leave him alone.

For lack of a better word, from where Vegeta's standing -- Bulma's fucking insane. This woman is crazy. She's got whims like the goddamn weather, but in the exact opposite way that Freeza did. Freeza would smile at you and wish you the sweetest condolences while running a knife through your chest, Bulma will wish you dead at the top of her lungs and then ask what you want for dinner because it's punishment enough being stupid you don't need to be hungry too.

Bulma has all of the same ingredients he's used to being around, but hers combine into something so radically The Opposite of that, and I think that's destabilizing in a way that was very very good for him (likewise, I think Vegeta's absolute lack of GiveAShit about being exactly who he is and dressing however the fuck he's dressed and doing exactly what the fuck he's gonna do no matter who's got opinions about it or what those opinions are (bless Toriyama for describing his personality as 'aloof superiority') was destabilizing in a way that was very very good for her).

I also definitely agree that seeing so much of Bulma's personality in Trunks as he grew up was not only endearing but kind of reassuring. Although I personally think Trunks is terrifying in his own special way. The combined parentage made the boy too confident. Now he's an unbridled weirdo (absolute joy, overwhelming praise).

tl;dr Part 2: I really really enjoy Bulma as a genius in terms of maths and metallurgy and machinery, but I like to think that Vegeta's got a better head for biological and social sciences and strategic operations (when his pride is not in the way), just as a matter of that being where his primary work experience lies.

I love the idea that Dr Brief was a bridge for them, and is a wildly fluctuating polymath who can kind of do all of it with exceptional comprehension, and would be a much bigger problem for everyone if he didn't have the personality of a career stoner.

Bonus: Dr B being awed and happy that there are people out there in the universe doing things better than he can while his daughter reminds them they're on a deadline.

[greatkittencloud]

TW : Brief Mentions of Scars

Black Nova

Chapter 7

Location: RAF Base

Time: 1500 Hours

They were finally back on base , things had finally slowed down.The mission had been a rough one. Minimal injuries, all objectives cleared.

The med bay buzzed with quiet routine as the team got their post-op checks. Nova sat on the edge of the examination table in a private room ,stoic as ever, while the medic unwrapped the gauze along her side.

“You’ve been patched together more times than an old field tent.” the medic grunted. “No missions. No training. You're grounded for a full week, effective immediately.”

She didn’t argue just nodded once.

Orders were orders.

As the weekend settled over base, Soap bounced into the team room with his usual chaotic energy.

“Right,” he announced, clapping his hands together. “We’re going to the mall.”

Ghost, sitting quietly in the corner, looked up from the maintenance log he’d been reading. “Why?”

“Because I’m craving a burger the size of my head, and I want shoes that don’t smell like shit” He turned to the rest of the squad. “Gaz? Nova?”

Before Nova could argue Price cut in "Take her too , she could use some fresh air."

Gaz shrugged. “I’m in. I could use a hoodie."

Then, all eyes turned to Nova.

She just gave a small nod.

They gathered at the gate an hour later.

Soap was in black jeans and a t-shirt. Gaz wore a windbreaker and sneakers. Ghost had opted for a dark hoodie, blue jeans, and his signature mask.

Then Nova walked out.

Combat boots. Tactical black pants. Utility belt. And her balaclava snug over her face.

Soap choked on his water. “Bloody hell, Nova.”

Nova blinked "What?"

“Lass, we’re going shopping, not storming a compound.”

Even Ghost ,let out a subtle snort behind his mask.

Nova looked down at herself, then back up. “This is what I have.”

Ghost eyed her for a beat, then tilted his head. “You own zero civilian clothes?”

“…Yes.”

Soap grinned like he’d won the lottery. “Right. First stop? Clothes for the human terminator.”

Nova crossed her arms, unimpressed. “This seems unnecessary.”

“It’s called blending in, love,” Soap said, pulling a black surgical mask from his pocket. “At least swap the balaclava for this. You’ll look less like you’re about to rob the place.”

The balaclava had become a shield—more than protection, it was anonymity, control. Swapping it out left her uneasy.

Ghost noticed the hesitation, his gaze subtle but knowing.

Before the moment could stretch, Gaz stepped forward, holding out a pair of dark aviator shades and a simple black cap.

“Here,” he said gently. “Low profile. Still you.”

She took them slowly, went back to her room, slid the balaclava off with deliberate hands. Her face remained partially hidden as she pulled the cap low and settled the shades over her eyes. Then she put on the mask Soap handed her.

When she came, Soap gave her a thumbs-up. “Now you look like someone who listens to phonk and drinks overpriced coffee.”

“You look fine,” Ghost added, tone quieter, grounding.

Nova didn’t reply but something in her shoulders eased.

For the first time in a long time, she stepped out into the civilian world.

Not as a weapon.

But as a person.

The mall was busy.

Children darted between food stalls, couples strolled hand-in-hand, and every other store blasted pop music through open doors. It was a far cry from safehouses, concrete hallways, and battlefield silence.

Nova walked just a step behind the team, hood up, cap low, sunglasses firm. Her mask hid her jaw, but her eyes constantly scanned corners, exits, crowds. Her mind refused to shut off its tactical overlay.

“You can relax, y’know,” Soap said, glancing over as they passed a store window with mannequins in glittering dresses. “No hostiles. Just screaming toddlers.”

Nova ignored the comment but when a cluster of teens walked by too closely, she instinctively shifted her weight and reached for a knife that wasn’t there.

Gaz saw it and gently bumped her shoulder. “Hey. You’re off duty. That means no slicing civilians.”

“It feels exposed,” she admitted under her breath.

“You’re with us,” Gaz replied. "Chill"

At a clothing store

Soap stormed in like he owned the place, grabbing outfits left and right.

“Alright, Miss Nova what’s your style? Tactical goth? Sweet librarian? ‘I could kill you with a pen chic?”

Nova stood near the entrance like a statue.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “I’ve never… picked clothes before.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never shopped?”

“I was issued uniforms. For everything...everywhere.”

There was a beat of silence. Then Soap tossed her a dark blue hoodie. “We’re starting with this. With your height we probably need to go to men's section for jeans. Here ,try it on.”

Minutes later, Nova emerged in a hoodie and jeans—nothing flashy, just… simple.

Soap clapped. “Look at that! You’ve leveled up from ‘spec ops’ to ‘moody student.’”

She frowned at her reflection in the mirror. “It feels… light.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Gaz said, handing her a pair of sneakers. “You don’t always need armor to protect yourself.”

Ghost watched quietly. The tension in her frame was subtle, but he saw it. The stiffness in her shoulders. The darting eyes beneath the shades. Even in civilian clothes, Nova was always bracing for the next fight.

Still, she was here.

She was trying.

And for the team, that meant everything.

Thank you for reading!

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