#geeky talks baking

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3/4 done! Bottom is cream cheese, middle is strawberry jam, and top is black raspberry, raspberry, blackberry, and blueberry jam (made by the lovely Mr. Geeky). In the oven is a cream cheese and strawberry one.

I won't be cutting into them until Sat so sure hope they turn out good. T_T

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Unexpected

Ferrari!driver!Reader x Jason Todd/wayne

Summary The world hates Y/n, but she loves Jason.

Warning slut shaming, hate, not proofread, spelling mistakes

A/N Sorry for the hiatus! Also I guess this kinda turned into a DC crossover? Been kinda into it and then I got this request sooo…… there is no mention of the superhero’s but you can imagine what you want! (Jason’s last name os Wayne)

This was a request!

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Yourusername Almost the start of the season! I’m so exited to finally get in the car and do what I love.

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User1 why are all het posts so dry??

User2 Ugh why is she even in f1?

User3 huh why? This is so random??

User2 well she’s not even good and the only way she got here is cause she slept with one of the higher ups

User3 huh???!!!

User4 this feels so pr scripted…

User5 she’s so cute tho…

User6 Points!!!

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Y/nPriv wknd dump: 1. Should I post this on main?? 2. Baking for the engineers cause they lovely 3. Readingg 4. My new hat😄 5. Watching Harry Potter 6. A bts from my car!

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Bsfuser 1. YES 2. You are too nice 3. Always 4. It’s cute! 5. Why wasn’t I invited :( 6. If you invite me than I can see it fr….

Y/nPriv 1. Okayyy 2. No.. 3. Yes 4. Thx love 5. Sorryyyy… 6. …….

Sisteruser y’all are so weird

Sisteruser can you come over and bake for me……?????

Y/nPriv do you only want me to come over so you can have free food?

Sisteruser ………..no…….

Friend1 cutie

Friend2 wait when are you gonna tell me how the gala went??

Y/nPriv soon my love. We should get lunch when I’m back and I’ll tell you about it!

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Vironica: Hello everyone, and welcome to a nee episode of Formula One talk!

Sara: Hi guys!

Vironica: So today, we will talk about something that you guys have waited for for quite a while.

Sara: Yes! We will talk about Y/n Y/l/n! She is, currently, the only female driver on the grid, and we don’t know a lot about her, but today we will begin this episode with discussing her and her performance on the track!

Vironica: I couldn’t have explained it better! So if you slept under a rock, or if you are new to f1, this year is the first year in a very long time that a female driver on the grid. That female being Y/n Y/l/n. She made it where she is now quite fast, she is currently 21 and this is her first year on the grid.

Sara: Yes, and that is also basically everything that we know about her. She is a very private person, so the only thing we know is her age, how she got up to f1, a few of her close family, and the things she shows us on instagram. Which is not a lot, and a lot less than that we know about the other drivers.

Vironica: Yes, and I think that that is what started the negative opinion on her. With not a lot known about her, people are, obviously, going to think things. And that is what happened. Because Twitter immediately began spectating a lot of thing, and Sara, you have a few examples.

Sara: Yes, alright, I won’t say who tweeted it for privacy reasons. So here we go! ‘The reason that Y/n is so private is 100 percent because she did some shady things or whatever’ and ‘the only reason we know nothing about Y/n’ real stop shops is cause she never had a real one and only has one night stand like a sl*t’ the next one is ‘Y/n is so weird to me, like she loves all these nerdy things and loves all these geeky things, so how could she possibly be good at driving?’ And the last one ‘there finnaly being a woman on the grid and it being Y/n is such a disappointment, like we finally get some one that can maybe make a difference and it is the girl that is too scarred to say anything, yet alone stand against an entire group of people and speak up’

Victoria: Okay so there are some very mean things said, but there is also a layer of truth to some of it. And also, the only other thing that is known about her is that she loves movies, reading and baking. Which is totally different than formula 1 racing, so that raises the question of if she is really fit for her spot and this life. And a lot of people see her as wierd, we included, because how in the world can a girl that for not care at all about her public appearance, is now a very public figure, more than the other drivers because she is the first women in many years to be on the grid.

Sara: exactly! And then to top it all off, we haven’t really seen her interacting with the other drivers, so it could go both ways, either they all hate her, or there is something going on behind the scenes that we don’t know. And fans have been speculating about how the WAG’s thing about her, with them not saying anything, so would they be jealous, and is there a reason to be? We will be going further into it in this episode along with other things F1!

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F1Fanatic valid tbh

User I think it is kinda mean but some points are valid, because why enter F1 if you don’t want anything from your life public?

User7 I hate girls being mean to girls

Y/nfan why are people so mean tho??

L4fan cause she deserves it…

Hshsh I think this may go a bit far…..

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Yourusername Thank you so much to the Wayne family for inviting me to the gala! It was such an honour to be there

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WayneEnterprises We are happy that you were there!

User7 WAIT WHAT???

User8 Insane that she was there!!

ToddJ Great to have you here!

User9 crossover from the century

User10 Does this mean they are now a sponsor ooorrr…..

User11 Probably now because otherwise Charles and other Ferrari people would be there…

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Yourusername first race of the season! I am so grateful for this amazing opportunity, and we already have points! This was such an amazing week and I am looking forward to more weeks like this!

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User12 10 things I hate about you?!?! love that movie tbh

User13 Romcom AND boo lover?? AND shes in F1! this girl is living the dream

User1 shes not even good tho

User2 I love the red aesthetic

User3 I love this era of seeimg her life tho :)

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Yourusername I heard a little rumour….

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Alexandrasaintmleux I want what you have tho

Yourusername honey you have everything I want

Lilymhe I think I may want to hear it too…..

Yourusername I think I may want to tell you suddenly

OllieBearman wait what. Am I late??

LilyZneimer cant wait to see you!!

Francisca.cgomes DM me please right now

Kimi.antonelli uuuummmmm what is going on??

Kellypiquet I also heard something…. Not sure what it is…

User0 I love how this is not only her confirming the rumours between her and Jason but also silencing the haters and those podcast people and also the other WAG’s backing her up!

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Yourusername @ToddJ sooooo secrets out I guess….. happy anniversary Jason

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User4 OMG IM DYING WTF

User5 She a gold digger 100%

User6 bro she’s literally a f1 driver that basically means she’s a millionaire

User7 already a power couple

User8 IM FERAL THEY ARE SO HOT HEBHDGWHSBB

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ToddJ @yourusername already our first anniversary….

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User9 THEY ARE SO CUTE

WayneDamian bro’s a simp

Bruce_Wayne Be nice to your brother

Timdrake This is how I find out???

Dickgrayson congrats? How could you keep this a secret for one year tho???

User10 ALL THE WAYNE FAMILY IS HERE!!!

User11 OMG FINALLY SOME MORE CONTENT FROM MY FAVOURITE DRIVER!!

User12 I ALREADY LOVE THEM!!

User13 this is actually soooooo cute I CABT ANYMORE

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It might be a bit mixed up but I started writing when the last season was still going on, and I changed it to the current season…

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Don't Worry About Her (Eddie Brock x Reader)

mood board by my fave @rei-is-still-here . thank you babe!

Summary: They always say, when a guy tells you not to worry about his girl best friend, you probably should. Izzy's wild and free-spirited nature has always contrasted with her best friend Eddie's quest for stability. Now that Eddie is engaged, he never expected Izzy to complicate things for both of them.

TW: Smut, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Dry Humping, Contraceptives, Power Dynamics, Explicit Words, Cheating, Minors DNI.

Word count: 7.5k (I KNOW.)

A/N: I made sure this chapter was long, messy, and fucked up as possible. Here's Izzy and Eddie for yall, take them in as toxic and cringey as they can be! LOL. Pls dont get sick of them, there's more of them to come soon!

No pressure tag 🙈 @rei-is-still-here @potter-solomons @feveredvisions @tickettride

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Part 5 - Detour

Eddie has found a new routine lately. He starts his day with breakfast, ofcourse, then a shower, preparing for work, kissing his fiance good bye, rides either his motorbike or car to work, sits on his office, scribbles down, diving deep into his research, coordinating with authorities—policemen, public figures, anyone who could provide the answers he sought, then a brief lunch before the whirlwind of meetings and deadlines began again, and then drive back home. With Isobel around, he takes off earlier than usual from work, swings by the Knight's Mansion before he heads home.

He had tons of excuse whenever Anne would look for him. Work obligations, impromptu hangouts with friends, or the classic need to “clear his head” had become his go-to excuses. It wasn’t fair, he knew, but it was easier than confronting the tangled web of feelings he couldn’t quite sort through.

Typical.

Whenever Izzy was home, it was almost a given that Eddie wouldn’t be far behind. It wasn’t something they ever talked about outright, but every night, four plates and sets of silverware were laid out on the dining table. Her mom, in particular, would always look for her honorary son whenever he is not able to have dinner with them. She would glance toward the door, a touch of concern in her expression, saying, "Is Eddie not coming tonight?”. Mrs. Knight’s fondness for Eddie was subtle. She had a knack for noticing his favorite dishes, like the way he gravitated toward her baked lasagna and without saying a word, she’d always make an extra batch the next time, just for him. Eddie, ever the charmer, would thank her with a grin, while Izzy groaned and rolled her eyes in mock jealousy. Or whenever her kids' banter heated up, Mrs. Knight often found herself taking Eddie’s side more often.

Izzy did not mind. She knew her mom would love anyone who loves her daughter.

Inside the walls of her bedroom, Eddie would sit on her bed, his hands resting lightly on her hips as she straddled his lap, their faces just inches apart. He ramble about his day, recounting details about investigations, meetings, and other "geeky" (Izzy's words) journalist things. She would simply listen, her fingers threading through his hair absentmindedly, smirking every so often, while she would slowly grind her hips against his until he gets an erection. The next thing you would hear is the sound of a condom packet tearing, comes along the sound of their thighs rhythmically slapping together.

To be fair, she does listen; she just likes to make the most of their stolen time together.

It came to a point where they were both so engrossed in getting off as soon as possible, that in the middle of her riding him out, Eddie felt his cock become more slick inside her, her walls warmer and gushier than they first started that night. His knees are bent, keeping her snug in her position while he thrusts his cock inside her deeper. He palmed both side of her hips, synchronizing their pace. Her walls clenched around him, adding more sensation to his pulsating cock inside her. Truth to be told, Eddie felt so damn good he was reaching his peak shortly, but then it hit him. The familiar feeling was when they did it raw— the condom fucking broke.

"Fuck!! Fuck! Iz, baby, stop—stop—" Eddie stammered, tightening his grip on her hips, pulling her up and away from his cock.

Izzy who was cresting as well, flickered her half lidded eyes open with a mix of annoyed and confused expression plastered on her face while she's being forcefully lifted away by him.

"What the—" she annoyingly hissed but was immediately cut off by Eddie whose breathing faltered in between his words, successfully pulling her away from his throbbing cock, she plopped next to him.

"Baby, the condom broke."

She blinked, the orgasm building up on her stomach was gone, watching Eddie remove the soaking, ripped piece of latex from him, throwing it on the trash bin near her bed.

Shit.

They were catching their breaths, both unsatisfied by the emergency interruption. Izzy's fingers tapped on her phone on the bedside table to check— it was almost time for Eddie to go back to his apartment. He already told Anne he'd be home soon enough, restarting sex would take so much time again and they can't risk getting caught because of his frequent late hours. Their night ended with both of them edged out yet never having their release of the night and he had to leave to go home to his fiancé.

Izzy was a healthy woman, her body keeping with regular periods, never late or unpredictable. When it came to birth control, it wasn’t about irresponsibility—it was a deliberate choice between them. They relied on using rubber for protection, a decision they both felt comfortable with. Eddie, ever the supportive bestfriend, never pushed her to consider alternatives like pills or injections. He respected her autonomy completely, trusting her to make decisions for herself. Whatever their needs were, Eddie had always made it clear he was willing to shoulder the responsibility for the both of them.

Until, that condom breaking incident happened.

She found herself inside a clinic the very next day, her fingers anxiously drumming against the arm rest, feeling the cold antiseptic-soaked cotton rub against her skin. It wasn’t a decision she’d made lightly, but it was hers—something she’d chosen for herself.

"Alright, just a quick pinch, Isobel." The nurse calmly said, then proceeds on jabbing the needle in her upper arm, making her wince lightly. Slowly, the dose was pushed inside steadily, before withdrawing the needle, followed by a piece of cotton firmly pressed on the site.

"There we go. All set."

Izzy nodded, thanking the nurse with a faint smile as her thoughts drifted to Eddie. He’d never pushed, never questioned her decisions, always making it clear that whatever path she chose, he’d be there to walk it with her. They had a long conversation about this after the condom broke. Considering their sexual activities were always done in a quick and secretive manner, she's decided to get a shot.

On her way home, riding a cab, she shifted slightly as her phone buzzed in her lap as Eddie’s name lit up the screen. Smirking to herself, she swiped to answer, bringing the phone to her ear.

“You’re really keeping tabs on me, Brock?” she teased, hearing Eddie’s low laugh through the line.

“What can I say? I care. So... did you do it? Get the shot?”

“Yes, Mr. Overprotective. I got the shot, and faced the needle. Are you happy now?” She rolled her eyes, smiling.

“I mean, I was already happy with whatever it is you choose, Iz" Eddie replied, his tone dipping into something softer. “But yeah. Thanks for letting me know.”

Her heart softened, hearing him say those words. The puppy dog strikes again.

“Not a big deal, Brock. You know I don’t mind keeping you in the loop.”

“Everything is a big deal when it comes to you,” he countered. “You really did not have to do it—I can manage with you know...”

“Sure you can, big guy. I just didn't want to risk it. I can't be pregnant attending the groom's wedding.”

The cab slowed as it approached her parent's house, but Izzy lingered on the call, her hand brushing lightly against the bandage on her arm. She can still hear Eddie sighing on the other end of the line. She was not wrong though. His wedding preparations are still pushing through, and they both (somehow) accepted their closing deadline. They have to be as careful as possible, whether about getting pregnant, or getting caught.

“Alright, Brock. I’m home,” Izzy said finally, a hint of mischief returning to her voice. “Don’t stay up all night worrying about me, okay?”

“Not a chance,” Eddie replied, smiling to himself. “But go get some rest, Knight. I’ll see you soon.”

"Soon? You're not swinging by tomorrow?"

"Uh, no. Anne needs me to finalize the wedding venue." he muttered, a hint of remorse in his voice.

In a rare cases like this, she did not have any witty comebacks after what he said, her thumb pressing the red button ending their call. The two words: Anne & Wedding hurt her ears.

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Three years ago, fresh from another whirlwind adventure, Izzy stepped out of the airport with one thought steady in her mind: finding him. Her so-called "chauffeur", the one constant in her chaotic life. After months of roaming faraway places, the thing she looked forward to most wasn’t just being back in San Francisco—it was seeing him again, the familiar face that always felt like home.

And there he was—Eddie, leaning against his car, arms crossed and his expression hovering somewhere between nervous and happy. Without hesitation, she called out, “Brock!”

He looked up, his smile softening into something hesitant but unmistakably warm. Again, he was out of words as to how beautiful she looked despite her carrying her big duffle bags and hair looking like it has not been washed for a couple of days, Izzy was darting toward him, dodging past other passerbys as she closed the distance between them. Dropping her bags on the ground as soon as she reached him, she jumped into his arms, nearly knocking him off balance. Eddie chuckled while his hands held her as she clung to him tightly.

“I missed you,” she said, her voice muffled against his neck. The hug lasted just long enough to make Eddie’s heart ache before she tilted her head back and kissed him deeply—one making up for their lost time.

Eddie kissed her back, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly before his lips faltered. When they parted, Izzy pulled back just enough to study his face, her brow furrowing slightly. His smile was there, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. She knew instantly that something was wrong. He was usually so happy to see her back, and kisses like a man who's been starved of physical affection but now, it was different. She slid down to her feet, her gaze sharpening as she stayed close to him.

“Do I have to drag it out of you or are you going to tell me what's wrong?” she asked, her voice playful but probing. At this point, it was useless to come up with an excuse. Eddie hesitated, his hands loosening their hold on her as he stepped back, bending down to grab her luggage.

"Ah, yeah... I, uh, guess I can't really hide anything from you, huh?" he said with an obviously nervous chuckle.

Her lips twitched into a small, knowing smirk, though her eyes remained fixed on him. “Not a chance. So?”

Eddie didn’t answer right away. He grabbed her bag, carried it to the trunk, and popped it open to stash it inside. Izzy trailed behind him, arms folded as she leaned against the car, clearly waiting for an explanation. Eddie shut the trunk with a soft thud, taking a moment to exhale and prepare himself. When he turned to face her, their eyes met, and for a split second, it seemed like he was going to say something. Instead, he scratched the back of his neck, nodding toward the passenger seat.

“C’mon, Iz. Get in the car. We’ll talk while driving.”

She raised an eyebrow, not moving. “Seriously? You’re making me wait for this?”

Eddie forced a smile, stepping aside to open the door for her. “Just get in, Knight.”

She can't shake the uneasy feeling off as she kept her gaze steady on the road while Eddie drove. She watched Eddie out of the corner of her eye, his facial expression looking like he's contemplating hard while his fingers anxiously tap on the steering wheel. He looked tense—braced, even—and that told her all she needed to know. She gently placed her hand on his thigh.

“Eddie, whatever’s on your mind,” she said with a calmly with her thumb brushing against his jeans to comfort him. “You can tell me. You know that, right?”

Eddie swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as his eyes stayed fixed on the road. He hesitated, as though wrestling with the words before they could come out.

“It's not easy to say."

“Brock, when has anything ever been easy for us?” She teased, leaning back in her seat. “Just give it to me. I can take it.”

He gave a short, dry laugh, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always make it sound simple,” he muttered.

“Maybe it is,” she shot back, her smirk softening. “Try me.”

Eddie exhaled deeply, his grip tightening briefly on the wheel before he loosened it again. “I’ve... I’ve met someone,” he said. Izzy’s smile didn’t falter. Not at first. Her expression didn’t shift an inch, not even as his words registered. She let out a small, airy laugh, tilting her head slightly.

“You’re going to need to be more specific than that."

He quickly glanced at her, the flicker of guilt in his eyes betraying him. “Uhm, her name’s Anne,” he said after a moment. “She’s a lawyer. She’s—”

“And you’re together now,” Izzy interrupted, her voice steady as she finished his sentence for him. She slowly pulled her hand away from his thigh as casually as she’d placed it there. Eddie faltered, his eyes darting back to the road as his grip on the wheel tightened again.

“You know how it is, Izzy...”

“Yeah,” she said, cutting him off before he could continue. Her voice was light, almost dismissive, as she waved a hand in the air. “You don't need to explain.”

There was a pause, and for a moment, the only sound in the car was the soft hum of the engine. When they started hooking up, they both did not venture out into any romantic interests outside the two of them even though they did not talk about their feelings. Even though she said it was okay for him to find someone, it can't be helped that for them, it felt like an unspoken rule. Izzy goes away and all the time, she comes home to Eddie who took care of her needs whatever it may be. With her, he was helpless and he did not mind.

“Anne, huh?” she continued, her tone easy, almost amused. “How long have you been dating her?”

"Uh, yeah, so... it's been a few months now. I—I really wanted to tell you as soon as, you know, things got serious between us, but I figured... it'd be better if I told you personally."

“Are you happy?"

"I-I am, Iz."

"That's great. I'm happy for you too."

But she wasn’t. Not really. It was not okay. Beneath the practiced calm of her voice, beneath the faint smirk she wore like armor, her chest felt like something sharp and thick stabbed right through it, and her thoughts were cursing her with all the 'what if' scenarios. She wouldn’t let it show, though. Not now. Not when he is happy with Anne. Eddie deserved that. Commitment was something she could not give. She knew and experienced the type of affection her bestfriend can give, and he deserves more than just her going away and coming back to him whenever she pleases. Wandering and seeking thrills were heavily integrated in her system, it was a huge part of her. Eddie probably saw what he needed with Anne, and she does not have any right to say it was not okay.

Whenever he would chauffeur her to and from the airport, their routine would usually end with a shared kiss after he drops her off, or Eddie would come inside to help her unpack and catch up with her parents while he's at it, but things are different now.

They both knew it.

Izzy is cherished as an only child, grew up surrounded by love—a stark contrast to the reckless streak she embraced. So when confronted with an uncomfortable and painful emotions, her instinct was to retreat or run.

And so she did. When Anne entered the picture, Izzy distanced herself from Eddie—barely replying to his messages, ignoring his calls, and ending their hook ups. Eddie attempted to introduce Anne to her so many times. He tried. He wanted his best friend to see what kind of woman Anne was, but Izzy never ran out of an excuse. You may say that's how it should be and that she was coming from a place of respect, but the reality is, she was not. She was doing it for herself, to save herself, rather than creating a respectful boundary with Eddie. Even her trips grew longer, as though putting miles between them might ease the sting.

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A few days after she got her birth control shot, Izzy once again distanced herself from Eddie. One of the four plates her mom set had been untouched for two nights now. Her puppy dog, caught in the middle of wedding preparations and meetings with the coordinator, made sure the owner knew he hadn’t just disappeared. His messages came steadily but knew the signs well— her longer gaps between replies, shorter responses, or sometimes none at all.

"Big news: I survived another wedding planning meeting. Barely. There was a thirty-minute debate on napkin colors. Napkins, Izzy. I swear I’m suffering."

"You know if it were up to me, I’d be at the mansion right now instead of talking about floral arrangements. Tomorrow, okay?"

"Missed dinner again. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m mostly heartbroken over missing your mom’s cooking. And, you know, you. But mostly the cooking. Maybe."

Izzy read each message, her fingers hovering over her screen, debating whether she would respond. She understood—of course she did. This was the life he was building, the choices he had made. But knowing didn’t make it easier.

Eddie, in his own way, knew that too. Even in his absence, reaching for her across the distance. And when he sensed her silence stretching too long, he pushed further.

"Knight. You alive, or did you finally decide to flee the country again and not tell me?"

"If you’re mad at me, at least tell me. Or cuss me out like you always do. You know I prefer that over radio silence, Knight."

"Iz, if this is some twisted test of my patience, I am failing miserably."

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t enough to close the gap between them. But Eddie never let her go unnoticed, never let her feel forgotten. Laying on her bed, Izzy read his texts one by one. Her lips curved into a faint smirk as she typed her reply.

"Brock, you’re really bad at being too busy for me. You might want to work on that."

There is only so much they can do to hide the truth. Sooner or later, bits and pieces of their little secret might slip out. Sooner or later, the cracks start to show, small fragments slipping out when you least expect them. And the deeper the emotions run, the harder it becomes to stay guarded—it was no different for Eddie and Izzy.

He was restless. Lying in bed beside his sleeping fiancé, staring at his phone, waiting for a message he wasn’t even sure was coming. He had sent her texts all day but Izzy had been silent. And that silence, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, crawled under his skin. It was past midnight when his phone finally buzzed. Picking his phone up so fast it was ridiculous. He read the message twice, then a third time, he scoffed. The casual tone, the effortless dismissal—it was so Izzy, and yet it hit him right in the gut.

He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. Damn her. She knew exactly what she was doing. Knew exactly how to make him feel something without giving him a single inch to push back.

Smug. Effortless. Infuriating.

It was so her, so perfectly crafted to get under his skin without giving him a single inch to push back. And damn it if it wasn’t working. Exhaling sharply, he shifted in bed, swiping his thumb over the keyboard before shooting off his response.

"Let me make it up to you. Dinner. Tomorrow. No excuses, Knight."

He sent it. Sat up in bed. Waited. Her reply came faster than expected. He attempted to be as nonchalant as she was but he was so bad at it.

"Can’t. Already agreed to dinner with Drake."

Eddie blinked. Then blinked again.

Drake?

His stomach twisted in an entirely irrational way before his brain could catch up. He sat up straighter, thumb hovering over his screen as his jaw clenched. Of all people…

"We already talked about that guy, Iz. He's bad news."

It sounded defensive even before he sent it, but it was too late to take it back. Her response carried the same maddening air of nonchalance.

"Relax, Brock. He's gonna show me around his company then just dinner. Pretty sure it won’t kill you."

Eddie scrubbed a hand down his face, exhaling through his nose. Just dinner, she said. Like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t sitting wrong in his chest in ways he didn’t have the patience to analyze. Damn her. Damn her. And damn him for letting her get under his skin—again. With Isobel, his feelings were growing more undeniable. The late-night hook ups, their shared arguments, the way she gets under his skin—it all made him question everything about the life he was trying to build with Anne.

Meanwhile, Izzy stepped into Carlton Drake’s empire—the Life Foundation—dressed for the occasion, polished and poised like someone who was walking into a date she had been eager for. She had picked out the outfit carefully, styled her hair, perfected every detail, as if convincing herself she wanted this. But she didn’t. Not really.

She did not want to push through it but this partly a distraction, partly a middle finger to Eddie for being “unavailable,” and partly a reminder to herself that she can still live her life outside of his best friend's orbit. It was both stubborn and rebellious of her. But her heart isn’t in it, and she finds herself constantly drawn back to him even when the day comes to an end. Even when she is seated across Carlton in a luxurious restaurant of his choice, nodding absent mindedly to her date's chatter.

Carlton liked her. That much was clear. But it was less about her as Izzy or Isobel and more about the idea of her—like she was a puzzle piece he had decided would fit seamlessly into his grand, carefully constructed vision of the future.

“Do you know what the problem is with people today, Isobel?” Carlton mused, swirling the wine in his glass as if preparing to deliver some revolutionary truth. “They think the world is black and white. There's good and bad. They cling to outdated notions of morality instead of embracing evolution.”

What the hell is this man saying? She thought.

He was oblivious to the way her posture had shifted, the slight stiffening in her shoulders. “You’re different, though. I see it in you. You understand that greatness isn’t just an aspiration—it’s a responsibility.” He gestured slightly, as if granting her access to some grand revelation. “People like us—we don’t just exist. We shape the world.”

Izzy exhaled quietly, resisting the urge to rub her temples. People like us. The statement clung to the air, bloated with self-importance. She had known walking into this that Carlton was the kind of man who didn’t just want admiration—he expected it. Eddie warned her about it but she was stubborn enough to go through with this date. She tilted her head, gaze flicking lazily between him and the wine glass in front of her.

"Us?" she echoed, amusement curling at the edges of her voice. "You and me? In the same category? Bold assumption, Drake."

Carlton chuckled, unfazed, settling back like she had just complimented him instead of pushed back. "Yes, us. You’re sharp. You don’t accept things as they are. You challenge, you question—you stand apart from the ordinary."

This date wasn’t an escape and her regrets are creeping in now. It was a suffocating performance—one where she was expected to nod in approval as Carlton monologued about innovation and human frailty like he was some messianic figure destined to reshape existence itself.

She nearly rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh. Sure. I completely understand the God-complex thing. Very relatable."

The billionaire didn't flinch, but his amused expression tightened just slightly. "You enjoy pushing buttons," he observed.

"You're not going to cry, are you?" She smirked.

"No, I like the challenge and I like you."

"Right," Izzy muttered, finally shifting her posture, resting her elbow against the table. "And you genuinely think this conversation is working for you? That I’m sitting here, having some grand realization about how my potential is untapped without the guiding hand of Carlton Drake?"

His lips parted slightly, just enough for Izzy to know she had caught him off guard—but only for a second. He recovered quickly, leaning in. "That depends," he said smoothly. "Am I wrong?"

Izzy smirked, shaking her head slowly. "You know, Drake, you talk like you’re selling me something, when really, all I see is you selling yourself. If this is your idea of flirting, I gotta say—it's innovative. I'll give you that."

Her no bullshit remark earned a chuckle from him, genuinely entertained, but there was something sharper in his expression now—like she had unsettled him in a way he wasn’t used to. He was not used to people being straight up honest with him since the people around him often bowed down to THE Carlton Drake.

Her phone buzzed again in her bag.

Eddie.

Izzy glanced down, barely long enough to register the vibration, but it was enough. Enough to remind her exactly why she had come here in the first place—why she had agreed to sit across from Carlton Drake, indulging in his carefully constructed philosophies like they could somehow take her mind off what she really wanted.

She lifted her gaze back to Carlton, who was still watching her like she was a puzzle piece he was trying to slot into place.

"You were saying?" she prompted.

Carlton smiled, regaining control. "I was saying that some people waste their potential."

Izzy smirked, picking up her glass again. "Yeah?" She took a slow sip, gaze flicking downward to her bag.

"Tell me about it."

The moment Carlton disappeared down the hallway, Izzy exhaled, sinking slightly into her chair, finally untangling herself from the weight of his presence. She barely hesitated before reaching for her bag, fingers slipping inside to pull out her phone.

Unsurprisingly—Eddie.

She unlocked the screen, scrolling through his texts, each one carrying his unmistakable tone—affection woven between sarcasm, humor laced with something heavier, something unspoken.

"Knight, seriously. Are you enjoying this? Like genuinely? Or is this one of those things where you’re just being stubborn?"

"Just a reminder that you could’ve spent tonight with someone far less insufferable. Someone, say, me."

Izzy smirked, shaking her head slightly. Eddie—jealous. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a possessive way. Just in a way that meant he felt her absence, felt her choosing to be elsewhere. Felt it enough to text her all night about it. She barely had time to register the way her fingers had moved—tapping his number, pressing call—before Eddie’s voice exploded through the speaker.

"Knight! Finally decided to admit this was the worst idea ever? Took you long enough!"

She flinched slightly, pulling the phone a fraction away from her ear, heat creeping up her neck. He was too much. Too Eddie. And maybe that’s why, without hesitation, she said—

"Pick me up."

Silence. Just for a beat. Then—

"Wait. Wait. Are you serious? Like actually serious? You want me to swoop in and save you from your billionaire dinner date?"

Izzy exhaled sharply, rubbing her fingers against her temple. "Eddie. Just—get here. Now."

She heard movement on his end—keys grabbing, jacket rustling, like he was already moving before she even finished speaking.

"Knight, stop fucking with my head and send me your location. Don’t move. I’m on my way. And for the record, I told you this would suck."

Izzy closed her eyes briefly, gripping her phone before dropping it back into her bag. She hated it when he's right. Once again, the emergency contact was on his way to her. When she looked up, Carlton was already making his way back, posture composed, gaze sharp. His eyes flickered toward her phone.

"Something urgent?" he asked smoothly, settling into his chair.

Izzy merely smirked, lifting her glass to her lips, hiding the curve of a knowing grin.

"Nothing at all, Drake. Nothing at all."

Eddie has not said much when he opened the car door for his best friend. The look he gave was enough to let her know he was not happy about this. His right hand gripped on the steering wheel while the other massaged his temples. Saving her from numerous troubling occassions was one thing he did not mind and actually loved doing, but this was different. He was not delighted at all.

"So. Drake, huh?" Eddie’s voice was low, measured, but Izzy didn’t miss the way his fingers flexed slightly against the wheel.

She barely looked at him. "What’s your problem, Brock?"

"My problem?" He scoffed, knuckles tightening against the leather. "My problem is you sitting across from Drake like—" He cut himself off, biting down on the frustration pooling in his chest.

"Like what?" Izzy pushed, crossing one leg over the other, her posture unreadable. "Like he’s got a shot at me?"

Eddie flinched slightly but didn’t back down. "Did he?"

She smirked, shaking her head. "You really don’t like the thought of it."

He let out a dry laugh, adjusting his grip on the wheel. "No. I don’t."

Izzy exhaled, shifting in her seat, but for the first time, Eddie wasn’t letting her control the conversation. Wasn’t waiting for her to dictate how this played out.

"Funny," she murmured, "considering how busy you’ve been lately."

He gritted his teeth before speaking. "You think I forgot about you? That I don’t want to be there?"

Izzy didn’t respond immediately, but she didn’t have to. He glanced at her briefly, voice lower now. "You know better than that."

"You’re jealous."

Eddie huffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, Knight. I fucking am. And you knew that before you ever agreed to sit across from him."

She didn’t deny it. Didn’t push back like usual. Instead, she leaned into the seat, gaze flickering back to the road, the tension shifting, stretching, changing. He was having none of her antics.

"You don’t get to ignore me for days," Eddie said. "and then throw Drake in my face like it’s just some harmless distraction."

"Well, don’t you have that figured out."

"You’re being a brat, Knight."

Her eyebrows shot up, her posture shifting as she turned fully toward him. "What did you say?"

"You heard me," Eddie said, his voice firmer now, his dominance creeping into the space between them. "You’re mad at me, fine. But don’t act like sitting across from Drake was anything other than you trying to get under my skin."

Her emotions inside chest was messy, tangled in a thousand things she wouldn’t say. And yet, what did slip past her lips was—

"I hate you."

It was quiet. Deliberate. Not loud, not angry—but heavy enough to land between them with force.

"No, you don’t." Eddie said, shaking his head, evidently amused.

"I do."

"No, you don’t," he repeated, voice lower now, steadier. She didn’t respond immediately, her gaze steady, challenging, but Eddie didn’t back down. "You don’t get to play games with me, Izzy. Not like this."

It was late. Eddie’s car drove passed the Golden Gate Bridge, the city fading in the rearview mirror, and Izzy didn’t ask where they were going. She didn’t need to. His infotainment screen lit up—a call from Anne. His jaw clenched as he glanced at it, his thumb pressing a button in his steering wheel to silence the notification without a word and the call disappeared.

Izzy stayed quiet. Eddie wasn’t talking, wasn’t throwing sarcastic remarks between them like he usually did. He was pissed, and she wasn’t sure if he was dragging her off somewhere to yell at her or just to get far enough away from everything else so he could think. The drive stretched longer than she expected, past familiar streets, past anything close to home, until the city melted into darkened roads and towering trees.

Muir Woods.

Eddie pulled into a quiet clearing, cutting the engine abruptly. He shoved the door open, stepping out with enough force and closed his car door with a loud thud. Izzy exhaled, checked her phone. Barely a signal. She glanced outside, watching Eddie pace for a second before he turned sharply, pulling open the passenger door, eyes burning with something sharp, something raw. She shifted in her seat, exhaling slowly as she unfastened her seatbelt, then swung both legs outward, testing the space beyond the open passenger door, feeling the cool air pressed against her skin underneath her dress.

But before she could fully step out, Eddie moved—quick, deliberate. He crouched down, knees bent, forearms resting against her thighs as he settled directly in front of her, blocking her way. His gaze, dark and steady, locked onto hers from beneath his furrowed brows, forcing her to meet it. She tilted her head slightly, lips pressing into a thin line.

“You gonna let me out, Brock?”

“Not yet.”

She smirked, leaning back slightly, resting her arm against the head of the passenger seat. “So what’s the plan here? You gonna lecture me while I sit pretty in your car?”

Eddie exhaled sharply, eyes burning with something sharp, something he hadn’t decided how to let out yet. He shook his head, gaze flickering across her face. “You’ve been pushing, Knight. Hard. And now, you're gonna sit pretty alright.”

Her breath hitched when he took both her legs, swung them over his shoulders, and hitched up her dress towards her hips before gripping it around her thighs. His lips trailed a mix of hot kisses and gentle yet aggressive bites on her inner thighs, trailing upwards towards her slit, making her moan. She shifted her weight, her elbows coming to rest on the center console, propping herself up as she leaned her hips towards his face. He agonizingly kissed and ate his way up her thighs, leaving faint marks here and there, his nose and mouth deliberately hovering against her now soaking wet lace panties. The sight of her slowly getting worked up was hot, and he could feel his cock getting harder inside his pants.

"Eddie... stop teasing.."

He looked up to her, his lips still teasingly warmly kissing the skin between her inner thigh and the folds of her cunt, panties still intact. His fingers running through the hem of it. He hummed in response, enjoying seeing her plead.

"Don't you wanna be good for me?" He breathed through the fabric separating her wet lips from his. His index finger already tugging the hem of it down, ready to remove it. Her hips shifting towards him, she was aching for his touch. He let out a low chuckle when he heard her whisper "please". Slowly, he removed the lace fabric from her, admiring her glistening cunt, all for him. His face hovered away to see her face, her lips all swollen and red from biting them herself. Her legs fell from his shoulders when he got up; his left hand gripped her thighs to keep them spread out for him.

"My baby looks so pretty desperate for me.." he murmured, meeting her desperate gaze with his delighted one. His thumb reached out to swipe on her bottom lip and slowly slipped inside her mouth; her eyes widened when he told her to "suck". She thought, what the hell has gotten into her puppy dog?

"I said suck." He sternly said, furrowing his brows at her. Eddie was not playing. Not anymore. He gave her a small smile when she started obeying and sucked his thumb, realizing her pleasure was all in his hands. Her legs are still spread wide in front of the large, looming trees and dark skies. He removed his thumb from her lips with a pop, still wet from her saliva, and it went straight to massage her clit, making her head tilt back, moaning about how good he's making her feel. His index and middle finger ran through her drenched folds, teasing her entrance.

"Stop playing, Eddie." Izzy hissed, glaring at him. Feeling his fingers rubbing against her clit and folds, she leaned forward slightly, her elbows still propped on the center console. "You’re pissed. I get it. You’ve been unavailable for days. What did you expect me to do?"

His other hand gripped tightly against her thigh, his voice dropping lower while his other hand playing with her, making her groan in both pleasure and frustration. "I expected you to act like you know where we stand. Like you know what this is. Instead, you go out with Drake just piss me off."

Her posture shifted, confidence wavering just slightly under the weight of his words. Eddie wasn’t following her lead anymore. He wasn’t letting her dominate the space between them.

"You don’t get to play games with me," he continued, his tone firm, unyielding. "Not like this. Not when you know damn well how I feel about you."

It was an admission. His two fingers slowly pushed inside her, curling it towards the front of her body. Eddie fucking Brock scolding her while his fingers are fucking her. Slowly, tormentingly, infuriatingly well.

"You want my attention?" Eddie leaned in further, voice steady, commanding. "You have it. But don’t pretend you don’t know how I feel about you. Don’t act like this was just some harmless rebellion, some casual night out. You wanted me to react."

Izzy tilted her head, lips parting slightly, letting another moan escape from her; she wanted to push back. She always pushed. She always had the upper hand. But Eddie wasn’t following her lead this time. His fingers deep inside her, curling and thrusting inside, his pace increasing bit by bit. She was unable to speak; she was drowning in his words and how good he made her feel. Eddie knew she would not shut up and back down normally. Well, this was a way to tame the wildcard.

"You hate me?" Eddie said, and there was something darker in his tone now—amusement, challenge, certainty. "Nah, Izzy. You hate how much I matter to you. You hate that no matter what dumb move you pull, no matter who you sit across from, you still end up here. With me."

With that, he got down on her. His fingers were still fucking her well when his lips captured her folds. His tongue gently flicking her clit repeatedly. All the talk she was able to give was his name in the form of a moan. He was eating her out so well, she started feeling her stomach build up to her orgasm.

"Oh god... Eddie..." she moaned. Her legs were quivering when she climaxed and became a squirting mess. Eddie continued to clean her sensitive pussy out. She was a mess. A breathless, panting mess. Just when she thought it was all over, he pulled her by her knees. She was still in her haze when her eyes found him with his pants already down to his ankles, his hands dripping with her cum, pumping himself. He then rubbed the tip of his cock against her cunt.

"I'm not fucking done with you yet, baby."

She was aching for him, losing it when he was slapping his shaft against her clit. But Eddie was not backing down. Not tonight. While standing in front of his best friend, who was helplessly sprawled in the passenger seat, her elbows supporting her against the leather seat, he glanced down at her. His eyes locked onto hers, jaw tight, every muscle in his body coiled with frustration. She had been pushing, testing, and waiting to see if he would crack—but she had underestimated just how far he was willing to go now that he had caught up.

"Say it." he commanded, positioning his tip in her entrance.

Izzy tilted her head slightly, gaze sharp, unwavering. "Say what exactly?"

He huffed a short laugh, shaking his head. "Don’t play dumb, Iz. Say you’re mine."

She did not budge; instead, she pushed her hips upward, towards him, so his cock entered hers. His brow raised as he slid inside her, raw. Grabbing her waist, he bucked his hips, snapping in and out of her. Fuck, it feels so good.

"Fucking impatient as always, baby." he grunted, thrusting into her. Her head is now resting on the console while half of her body is exposed outside his car.

Eddie needed to hear it.

Not just because he wanted the win, not just because Izzy had been driving him insane for days, pressing every button, pulling every string to make him feel something. No—he needed to hear her say it because, for all her stubborn defiance, for all the ways she pushed and tested, she never said it first.

She’d taunt. She’d smirk. She’d act like it was all a game, like their relationship did not mean as much to her. She never gave him anything. Never let herself be vulnerable enough to say something without her usual armor.

And Eddie—he had spent too long letting her set the pace, letting her dictate the rules. Tonight, that ended.

His pace continued. It was their first time having raw sex again after she got her shot. He felt her, all of her. He was not rushing, they were not concerned about the noises they made, the crying moans escaping; it was just them. His fingers gently held her jaw to make her look at him while he plunged in and out of her, his eyes filled with anticipation.

It wasn’t fear—not of him, not of the words—but of the power shift, of the surrender wrapped in admitting something she had always left implied but never spoken. Eddie wanted her caught in it. Wanted her to stop pretending that what they had was just something she could toy with when it suited her. He wanted her to say it—own it—without the safety net of sarcasm or deflection.

"I-I'm yours, Eddie..." she breathed, feeling her stomach coil again. The words came quiet, deliberate, raw in a way she didn’t usually let herself be. She was vulnerable at the moment, honest and raw.

He was overwhelmed by both the physical and emotionally charged atmosphere between them, so much so that he was closing in as well. He leaned inside his car, his rhythm still ongoing, giving her a deep, lingering kiss as Izzy looped her arms around his neck, returning each one with as much fevor until they both came together.

Eddie exhaled, satisfied, pushing his cock deeper inside her, ensuring she felt every bit of his drippings. Now that she had said it, there was no turning back. No undoing it.

"My back fucking hurts, Brock," Izzy groaned, her voice carrying that playful edge that always managed to cut through the thickest tension. She shifted slightly in her seat, pouting dramatically as she leaned back against the center console, her elbows propped up like she was making herself at home in his frustration.

Eddie’s lips twitched, the corner of his mouth betraying the faintest hint of a smile. He tried to hold onto his anger, tried to keep the fire burning, but Izzy had this way of disarming him—of melting through his defenses with nothing more than a look, a word, a perfectly timed pout. He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he leaned closer, his earlier outrage dissipating like smoke in the cool night air.

"I'm sorry, baby..." he muttered, his voice softer now, less sharp, as his fingers brushed her hair away from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Isobel Knight had this way of pulling him back, of reminding him why he cared so much, why he couldn’t stay mad even when he wanted to. She could unravel him with a single word, a single look, and Eddie—he didn’t mind. Not really.

Just for tonight, they took a detour—away from the weight of his wedding preparations, the tangled mess waiting to pull them back. Reality could press in tomorrow, but for now, under the redwood forest, quiet and unhurried, giving them the space to exist as they were. Only for tonight.

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Next Part

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Con and Nathan, highlights #3

Q. (to Nathan) Have you written a part for Kristian yet?

Nathan said not yet, and that Kristian would soon be doing a Kathy Bates in Misery on him and keeping him locked up til he wrote it. He said Kristian tends to get a bit typecast but he’d love to go against expectation and put him in a modern workplace comedy as something like an office receptionist.

Q. If your characters were forced at knife point to bake and decorate a cake, what would it look like?

They both had so much fun answering this question! Con was really hung up on trying to figure out why anyone would be so desperate for a cake that they’d threaten to kill someone for not making them one. He said if the cake was for us, it’d have to have cocks and jizz and Nathan was like in it, or on it? He said Lucius would be so stressed about being threatened with a knife that his cake would look like a complete mess, and he'd just write HELP! with the icing. Then they acted out the scenario with Con bellowing at Nathan and wielding a fake knife and Nathan shrieking in terror - truly the missing scene we all deserve

Q. What are you a fan of?

Con’s immediate reply was cheese, starting another running theme through the weekend! He then added good music, kindness and his dog. Nathan said the only thing he’s really geeky about is comedy, and he dissects SNL each week the way other men talk about football.

Q. (To Con) Did the role of Izzy present any unique challenges compared to previous roles, in terms of professional or personal growth?

Con said the role itself didn’t, as playing a character who’s in love with someone who doesn’t love him back isn’t new for him, but the response to the character was unique in that during the first season it was very passionately divided, and then in the second season it went through a real change.  He said he feels really moved that such a deeply flawed character can be understood and loved by viewers, and the fans’ capacity to embrace a character like Izzy is much more interesting to him than thinking about his own performance.

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Can I ask from this ask game : https://www.tumblr.com/toomanyfandomsthings/749729499738996736/send-me-a-ship-and-a-number-and-ill-tell-you?source=share

No. 2, 10, 11, 12, 15 for KilluGon and SukuIta.... Thanks ......🌻

I did it all of those, they looked fun I hope you don't mind.

KilluGon

1. Which one is the better cook?

Canonically neither is a good cook XD But I think Gon can cook some basic stuff even if it’s not amazing and Killua is a spoiled rich boi who just can’t cook at all. In AU I still think Killua just wouldn’t know how to cook most of the time unless he ran away with his sisters and had to step up, maybe he could know how to bake if he stayed with his family. Gon would know at least the basics of cooking, because Mito wouldn’t let him move out if he didn’t. 

2. What do their love letters look like?

Gon is super suave, he has his way with words. He’d quote poetry or movies. He would attach dry flowers to the letters. 

Killua would be awkward, he wouldn’t know what to write, there’d be few words in the letter, He’d use colourful ink though, and cute stickers, especially rare ones, like ones you win in some way.

3. Which one outlives the other, and how do they cope?

I think Gon could live longer because he has a better diet. But if he was old he’d wither slowly once Killua died, it just wouldn’t be the same.

4.What do they do on date night?

That’s Gon’s ballpark, he’d make plans. Each date would be different. Some would be small and intimate, some grand and with many events along the way. Killua would try to plan something sometimes, probably something geeky, Gon would indulge him.

5. How many kids will they have?

In canon? Likely none, they would jump from one adventure to another, there wouldn’t be time for kids. In AU that’d depend on the story. Like in my political clans AU, I imagine them having a kid eventually, though it would be a difficult choice because Gon travels for work in that one. It’d take negotiating and him taking a more stationary job at least when the kid was small. Also In my magical creatures AU they would have kids eventually, they would both be really into it and commit to it. But for example in the Regency AU, or the cyberpunk one I don’t think they would.

6. How do they decorate their bedroom?

Like the rest of their house. Gon has his geeky shit connected to plants and animals, Killua has his geeky shit connected to games. It’s chaos. I’m sure Killua has a Gold Dust Girl bodypillow, they both sleep on it. On their blanket there is a huge frog.

7 Which one is the worse driver?

Killua, the road rage is high with that one.

8. What do they argue about?

The canon stuff, like their self-destructive tendencies, overreliance on each other, etc. They aren’t great communicators and situations that could’ve been talked out escalate to arguments.

9. Which one swears more?

Gon, that’s just canon. Killua doesn’t really seriously swear.

10. What TV shows do they watch together, and which ones do they hide from the other?

They watch all the stuff together, they can be cringe with each other.

11. What was their first impression of each other?

“He’s so cool”, for both of them.

12. What do they do for their anniversary?

Something wild, likely they go on an adventure together.

13. Which one makes a bigger deal of birthdays?

They both make a big deal of birthdays.

14. What nicknames do they call each other?

I’m not really sure, they don’t seem that big on nicknames. When I come up with nicknames for them in AUs it’s tied to the AU and not canon.

15. What would they change about each other?

Their communication skills, their self-destructiveness. Like both of them really are against the other sacrificing himself and yet they just don’t listen.

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SukuIta

1. Which one is the better cook?

Yuuji, unless it’s an AU where Sukuna is a pro chef, then he’s either better or they are equals. 

2. What do their love letters look like?

Sukuna’s look like proper Heian love letters, written on the paper matching the season, containing a well crafted tanka. 

Even if Yuuji writes a tanka back, it’s a bit humorous but likely still has the seasonal word. It’s on Hello Kitty paper because Yuuji knows Sukuna is secretly a Kitty fan.

3. Which one outlives the other, and how do they cope?

Yuuji lives longer because he’s younger. He compartmentalises it, like every loss in his life it just adds to his general sense of misery. 

4. What do they do on date night?

Something kinky. 

5. How many kids will they have?

I feel like none, Sukuna’s the baby kind of… XD

Though in an AU setting they could have kids, it depends.

6. How do they decorate their bedroom?

I feel Sukuna generally has an expensive and snobby taste so he really pushes for a fancy house/apartment. I feel he likes it traditional, or in Modern AU, modern meets traditional. But I think in the bedroom Yuuji managed to get some cute elements, possibly a big Kitty plush, maybe even a Kitty duvet or bed sheets.

7 Which one is the worse driver?

Sukuna, the road rage is high with that one.

8. What do they argue about?

Ideals, their world views are not the same. Where and how they live, Yuuji doesn’t really desire opulence. Sukuna’s better than thou attitude. Yuuji devoting too much time to others. They have a lot to work through. 

9. Which one swears more?

I feel Yuuji more casually but also less harshly. When Sukuna swears it’s like a punch.

10. What TV shows do they watch together, and which ones do they hide from the other?

They watch Yuuji’s horror movies and anime together, and discuss it together. Sukuna doesn’t always manage to win the “this is trash” argument, Yuuji’s good at noticing cool and poignant stuff in pop culture. They don’t watch Jeniffer Lawrence films together, Sukuna gets jealous. Also Sukuna hides that he sometimes watches sappy romance, to criticise it of course but also when Yuuji is aways and Sukuna is lonely.

11. What was their first impression of each other?

Sukuna’s impression of Yuuji: “What a naive fool. Would be an easy to fuck if he didn’t look like he’s needy.” Or to translate it into normal language from repression and denial: “Fuck he’s cute, he fasicnates me, I want him so badly but I’m terrified of commitment.”

Yuuji’s impression of Sukuna: “What a stuck up jerk! Nice ass though, why the fuck do I want him? What is wrong with me?”

12. What do they do for their anniversary?

Something really kinky that takes most of the day/night. There’s also a fancy dinner/breakfast after the kinky stuff. 

13. Which one makes a bigger deal of birthdays?

Yuuji because he wants big parties. 

14. What nicknames do they call each other?

Sukuna’s for Yuuji is obviously “brat”, sometimes something like “sweet/cute brat”.

Yuuji’s for Sukuna, in the beginning it’s likely “pompous/snobby jerk”, later just “Kuna”. 

15. What would they change about each other?

Their respective world view. Sukuna wants to bring Yuuji down to his level. Yuuji just wants Sukuna not to be a menace to society.

[kaycode1999]

Hi!! I love your workk!! It's soo darn good <33 Hope you are doing amazing! So I saw you are doing matchups and I wanted a kny, jjk and bsd matchup (CAN WE PLEASE DO A MUTUAL MATCH UP 😭😭🙏!!)

Personality: I’m an ENFP. I am an ambivert. I love talking to people but also it sucks the soul out me. And by the end of the day I just want to be alone. I love trying something new (Always in for an adventure), but I absolutely LOVE to travel. I try to always be nice to people and make them comfortable with me. In my friend group I am the most chaotic kid (in college) I used to be the mom friend but now I'm just a chaotic kid who my friends take care of😭. Fun fact I also the youngest in the group and hence is it is like declared that I need to go to a mental asylum. I take pride in myself in being so funny that people are concerned if I am okay. I am also very VERY clumsy and forgetful. I also get distracted very very quickly. I LOVE LOVE FASHION! And Me and my guy best friend always judge fashion in our college. I am also quite dramatic (Unfortunate for my pookies, cause I have made their peaceful life a living hell). I also curse a LOT.

And I have zero shame, I flirt with my friend in every second line. But If I actually like some. ZIP! NO VOICE COMING OUT!

AnD HeRe CoMeS ThE TrAuMa~~ I have big BIG attachment issues. I am the only child in my family and hence have to be picture perfect. Like the best Miss world be feminine, independent, financially stable, get the topper grades, also always put family first, be polite, be the therapist you get the point. I have accomplished this to the point I am the prodigy child now. This also kind of made me good at everything but yeah CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

My music taste varies to the people I am attached to. Yes, this is why my spotify wrap is always a history book. It shows how many times I have fucked up.

I think my love language is almost anything, especially giving gifts and acts of service, Normally I don't like that much of mushy hugs and all thing but If I am really close to someone be it friends or relationship. Bro you are never getting me off. The clingiest mf you'll meet then. I will follow you like a god damn puppy follows its mom.

Pronouns and age: she/her, I’m a female and straight (male preference). I am 19.

Hobbies: I have a bunch of them actually, I just gain them like Pokémon's. Minor inconvenience in my life, BOOM a new hobby :). I LOVE to dance, I love to listen to music, I do play guitar and drums a little, I like to crochet, bake, cook, sketch, paint, Fashion. I also love to wrtie poetry and letters.

Type: Honestly, I love Introverted cuties, with a geeky side cause when introverts start to yap it the most cuties fucking thing. BUT with a sense of humor! I can also end up with anyone who matches my freak. But too well cause idk why i brother zone them. ( This is why i am never getting a bf)

Appearance: I have medium-length black hair and dark brown eyes, almost black. I have lush eyelashes and eyebrows. I also am 5'3 (It ain't that short). I wear glasses too. I usually in college have old money style and street style but as I have said, very diverse in fashion. I just don't wear too short clothes (those micro skirt and shit do not like, no offense if you like them (I AM SORRY) )

I wouldn’t like to get mahito, muzan or mori and fukuzawa ( I see him as a father figure)

Sure! I’d love a matchup!

By the way thank you for your patience with me getting this up and I hope your 2025 is going well!

I have a self matchup with all my information on my page if you want to look for it or I can send it to your inbox- either one

I match you with

Jujutsu Kaisen

Takuma Ino

BSD

Junichiro Tanizaki *not gonna lie a small part of this was just because I need him to be with anyone but his sister because 🤢🤮. We’re just gonna pretend that whole thing doesn’t exist*

Demon Slayer

Kyojuro Rengoku

All 3 of them do lean on the extroverted/sociable side, maybe not completely extroverted/outgoing but at least know how to socialize with people when the situation calls for it. but they all understand having a social battery that gets drained

All of them enjoy experiencing new things with you and also traveling

They are all kind just like you and like to make people around them comfortable

Honestly all of them find your chaotic nature humorous as well as have a caring and protective natures so they’re kind of the order to your chaos

It depends on the severity of your clumsiness, if you get hurt a lot because of it they will be concerned but if it’s not that serious they don’t worry TOO much. All three of them are in professions that mean they either know people who are willing to help you with your coordination or they can help you themselves so that you at least don’t get hurt too much *this is if you want to of course*

Rengoku and Ino specifically would prefer you at least get basic self defense training because demons/curses just because they want to make sure you are able to keep yourself safe

As long as there’s nothing worrisome or concerning/dangerous causing it they don’t mind your forgetfulness. If you want they don’t mind helping you by getting things like calendars or reminders for important things, or even other processes that might help- again it’s completely up to you though

They all find your love of fashion endearing

Ino and Tanizaki don’t care about you cursing as long as it isn’t in inappropriate times/situations. They don’t do it excessively themselves but still do it a reasonable amount

It takes Rengoku some time to get used to it because poor baby hardly curses at all except for one word here or there, it makes him flustered at first but once he gets used it to he doesn’t mind as long as it isn’t at inappropriate times/situations

There is probably some variation for all of them of them finding out you like them where they were confused or thought they did something wrong when you couldn’t talk to them but when they find out they think it’s adorable and unfortunately you will be teased about it

The good thing about your relationship with all 3 of them is that they are loyal, caring, and loving. They understand your attachment issues and make sure to help you feel secure that they aren’t going anywhere

Ino and Kyojuro in their own ways understand the pressures of feeling like you have to be perfect very well. They both put way too much expectations on themselves for either the same or different reasons so they go through it too. They try to help you with working through it just like you do for them

I haven’t seen anything about Junichiro that would make me think he goes through the same thing but he would also do his best to be there for you and help you work though it

They probably get you into different songs/artists/bands/genres maybe you haven’t heard before and vice versa

I get the feeling all three of them tend to be spoiling in almost all aspects; gifts, words of affirmation, acts of service, etc. but they all love physical affection so feel free to be as clingy as you want with them

They all enjoy seeing whatever new hobby you have and would love for you to tell them all about it. They all try to join in if and when they can because they take interest in you and your hobbies but obviously not everything is going to be for everyone. They also enjoy seeing the things you end up doing or creating through it because they are intrigued by it

I think there are similarities and differences with all of them that they are similar enough to enjoy your company but not so similar as to be a problem

I hope you enjoy it!

[riverkidian]

Levi has always been a soft spoken, shy, nervous and nerdy/geeky boy who preferred the company of his six, same age grouped, female cousins to that of the rest of his cousins and other children. The female cousins preferring Levi’s company as well to that of their obnoxious and violent brothers.

They’ve done everything together from the time they were born till the present. Played, shopped, cooked, baked, took self defense classes, constructed and built, (the silverstien clan had a delicatessen and construction company and all the children helped out) they helped him invent, they read comics, had sleepovers, danced, played music, sang, were In plays. They did it all together as a group because they genuinely enjoyed one anothers company (and because their parents collectively forced the kids to have a well rounded education in the arts).

His cousins, who he affectionately refers to as “A group of hyenas.” Or “The yeens.”are extremely protective of him since hes been bullied and beaten relentlessly by their brothers since childhood. But the abuses were in house too with their uncle (Levi’s father) verbally accosting him any chance he got. Why? For the crime of being “Soft.” (Levi not learning till much later that was his dads way of trying to protect him and make him tough enough to deal with the real world.) So the yeens who adored him became his protectors and he theirs.

Once when Levi was around eight years old, his father fed up with his sons seeming inability to be manly took him aside, dressed him in girls clothing and stood him in front of the mirror saying something along the lines of “Since you want to be soft like a girl you should dress like one too. See what an ugly girl you make? You would never make it in the world like this. This is why you need to toughen up and be a man.” His father didn’t know anything about fashion so the hair, makeup and dress he styled his son in did indeed make him an ugly “girl”.

It devastated Levi. The boy who already at his young age had a poor view of his own looks thought he was hideous. Breaking into heavy sobs he ran to his cousins, showing them how hideous he was. The yeens argued that he was cute, despite the horrible way he was dressed. When Levi was finally calmed down and they were able to get ahold of him, they tore the hideous clothes off and dressed him in their cutest and frilliest clothes, his hair done in a micro side pony with those charm hairbands (you know the ones with the plastic or wood charms that hurt like a bitch if they snapped you in the skull) and some light makeup. They put him back in front of the mirror and showed him how cute he REALLY was and how if he WERE a girl he’d be a very cute one. His view of himself changed, if only a little bit. But It was there he learned of his love of crossdressing. He liked being cute with his cousins and when they all went out dressed up he often got compliments he never did in his usual dress. (That eventually changes when he starts dressing better)

As he grew older he kept up with the crossdressing in secret. Putting on a feminine voice to keep his identity secret when he went out with his cousins or alone. Even inventing a wearable voice changer in the style of a choker he could swap out with various outfits to save his vocal cords the strain.

The Yeens being the only ones in the know about his continued crossdressing and online show Levy’s Space. Levi made it a family friendly two hour long variety show seven days a week with weekday ratings never reaching passed tv-g/pg and weekends being reserved for teens/adults with a more mature nature never passing tv-14/R. He baked, cooked, danced, sang, read stories, played games watched movies and did makeup, nail and hair and outfit tutorials. Talked to the audience and generally made it as fun and friendly as he could while in the Levy persona.

Thanks to Levy, Levi eventually becomes confident in his own masculinity without it turning toxic. The other men in his family eventually follow suit, learning to become more relaxed and accepting of themselves and some even (like his father) trying to express themselves in more adventurous ways.

[smallest-sunbeam]

Name: Kit 🧸

Pronouns: any (no preference)

Age: same age as body

Personality traits: gets anxious a lot but tries to be brave, is an age regressor, cozy vibes, geeky, empathetic, kinda bad at socialising, also very bad at talking about myself so am struggling with what else to write in this section rn 😅

Things they like: video games (Skyrim is my absolute favourite), baking, collecting stuffies, reading, listening to music, sunsets, going on long walks, driving, spending time with my partner, journaling, taking naps, and cats!

Spiritual/religious beliefs: I kinda casually dabble in spiritual practices and witchcraft

Special notes: I’m a cohost, I think? I seem to front pretty often & also identify more with the body than any of the others do (still not 100%)

We don’t really have a proper host… more just a couple of alters that front frequently and others that don’t seem to front as often haha I dunno

[soulsilvers]

ult kantrio headcanon masterpost

⬇ here i will be compiling as much as possible of my very specific hcs about my favourite play dolls from pokemon that ive rambled about everywhere else, usually at 3 in the morning. and will be updating this post whenever i will. this is still just a small percentage of everything going on in my head lmao. ⬇

does not include futureverse, give it time in the oven.

RED 💖

mute boy born to a family of jolly, talkative and enthusiastic fishers. they make this their entire personality and reds house is very fishing themed. hes... absolutely not as enthusiastic as a kid and sick of the smell of fish, but enjoys it as an adult.

his pikachus a much bigger beast than most pikas in comparison. Supreme Champion.

during G1 he is very polite and well mannered in contrast to green and leaf. his room is tidy and he goes to bed early. though he defends all dumb rowdy shit leaf pulls anyway. this is reflected in his pkmn being more of the gentle giant sort.

he has learned a lot of cooking + baking skills from his mom and the smell of his outdoor cooking can instantly summon leaf and green (reluctantly) to him during G1. he is a huge sweet tooth as well and prefers tea over coffee.

only looks retired as an adult; often sleepy and napping and walking everywhere in crocs. boring as hell but hey its endearing when red does it. but he is very much in peak physical strength and still quickly sweeping other trainers' teams. despite his usual serene demeanor he can still go for the most rash decision and just go apeshit w his pokemon.

TERMINALLY OFFLINE. no way is he going to understand what "ratioing team rocket epic style big W" is going to mean. types bluntly, like your dad. last tweet from him was six years ago, a 240p quality video about encountering an ursaring in a hut in the middle of the woods.

his usual pokeball throw resembles a baseball pitch.

exactly just as geeky as he is athletic. he enjoys the battle tree, but he still wishes for more. his dormant interest in wildlife biology and conservation that he had as a child is soon reignited and hes gonna get that PhD.

enjoys haunted locations too much. even leaf is confused by this! he decides to buy the shittiest abandoned house. which is also haunted. but reds eyes sparkle as always, man is FLEXING and determined to renovate this thing while green is frantically experiencing literally every emotion at once from jumpscares to "huh red knowing how to renovate is kinda ehehehe" then again pacing around sobbing over what were they thinking buying this house.

GREEN 💚

his and daisy's mother was a musician with a similar personality to him. his father, prof. oak's son, was more like daisy and a humble gardener w grass pkmn by his side. neither were too interested in battling or going on adventures.

he is extremely multifaceted when it comes to styles and music tastes, for example. somehow this man can combine prep, jock, geek, stoner and punk rock to his style all at once. his music taste is ALL.

nowadays his eevee is sporting the same hairstyle as him.

millennial still trying to make his podcast a big thing. his poke-twitter is fairly professional. relatively offline, not hip enough for zoomer trainers.

a francoboo. had his boy crazy era in kalos and thus more experienced than red when it comes to relationships. some of his french ex bfs still chase after him but shit bricks every time red answers the door instead.

at least he got them to take good fancy pictures of him in kalos. and he cooks kalosian recipes quite well, spoiling red with those nicely decorated crepes. but likely he experienced some paris syndome too. when you realize lumiose city kinda often smells like piss...

not very artistic. he draws like a 5 year old.

bad at figuring out what lesbians like. he buys leaf ellen degeneres merchandise :(

hes just kind of. eternally stuck in 90s slang and still having his default insults be so hilariously lame they wouldnt sting anyone. like buttcheek.

this is a more recent thing about my design for him but his left eyelid is perpetually droopier than the other.

LEAF 💙

showed up inexplicably in pallet town one day and simply asserted herself. no further elaboration. her origins remain a mystery. she biked all the way inside oak's lab and kept biking.

diversity win! in this universe leaf is closer to being an "ash counterpart" than red is.

since shes always seeking new thrills, she lives in a van as an adult. it looks pretty amazing and cozy from the inside and plenty of room to cook! on the outside theres like. airbrushed venusaurs and wizards and venusaur wizards of all sort.

a big ball of positive meatheadness to the point where shell def blow up a lot of things thinking everythings gonna be just fine. some people want her dead for this.

absolutely will put anything in her mouth and sometimes this is terrifying. tries to always make her cooking look like something "fun" and colorful that kids would enjoy but usually fucks up the look.

on-off relationships with women, she makes a new rival with lgbt undertones every two months. popular gal like that. dont ask her for relationship advice.

quite online and very charming. types like cher on social media. still, she remains popular and loved amongst the youth.

had a geocities in 2004 where she documented her adventures (bc i want G1 to be as 2004 as possible like that). it was an eyesore to look at.

often forms a trio with may and kris and they go on roadtrips eeeeverywhere. they either love her one day or think of her as a dumpster fire personified the next day.

[madegeeky]

The world may be more than a bit shit at the moment but homemade chocolate chip cookies to give to loved ones are still here and I'm thankful for that.

[bowiebond]

AU where Steve buys a yellow school bus with money from his inheritance, paints it in a bunch of different colours, installs some beds and a portable kitchen and just travels across the country with Billy and Robin, helping homeless kids by giving them a place to sleep or a ride to where they can go next for shelter.

Over time they even adopt some of the ones who don’t have anywhere to go and those kids grow up to take over the bus when they get too old to be on the road anymore and need somewhere to settle down (most likely California, where Robin meets Vickie again who works as a nurse now and does soup kitchens on her off days - their unspoken feelings from high school rekindle and they end up getting engaged ❤️).

There they get a big house and make it into a sanctuary for homeless or abused kids who need somewhere to go. Vickie becomes their in home volunteer nurse because she has the biggest heart and wants to support her future wife.

They never stop their work, because it’s something they love, and they become known for it all over the country to the point where the kids they did help when they were younger visit them as adults and practically bawl into their arms with gratefulness because they wouldn’t have made it out of their situations without them.

It’s a running gag that Steve is everyone’s Mom and Robin is everyone’s Dad, while Billy always ends up as “Pops” or “Old Man” because of his gruff wisdom. Vickie is “Auntie Vickie” to most of the younger kids, though some of the older teens call her “Big Sis Vick”.

The Party comes around to help sometimes, when they can spare time, and Max loves seeing siblings like her and Billy finally get the chance to be kind to each other like they did. The under 5’s that get dragged in by their older siblings adore Dustin because he tells the best stories, Suzie is a tech whiz who is an inspiration to the geeky girls, and nerdy queer kids always get choked up when they get to meet their favourite comic book artist and writer pair William Byers and his husband in all but law Mike Wheeler.

Lucas and Erica are a comedic duo when they come around, and it puts the black kids at ease to know there’s people like them they can talk to about issues that the other might just not understand. El knows how to handle the quiet ones, communicates with them in a way that makes them say “it’s like you can read my mind!”

Eddie rocks up with his band to perform for free, and it makes Billy laugh at the pure adulterated joy teenage boys get when Corroded Coffin walks in the door, jumping and hollering and asking for autographs. Eddie was pretty sure one kid was gonna piss himself from excitement alone when he let him hold his guitar.

Chrissy always brings the best baked goods around when Eddie and her are in California, hosting classes in the big kitchen that’s open to everyone. Her ED recovery story makes a lot of young girls and boys feel a lot better about their own relapses and struggles, and she gives the best hugs to those who understand the scorch of a mother who was supposed to cherish them and their self esteem.

Jonathan is around a lot too, with Argyle, and sometimes Nancy, and he hosts music therapy and photography sessions to help kids branch out their hobbies. Argyle teaches the kids with anxiety and panic attacks like him to find their centre and bring all the high emotions down back to earth via mediation and art; painting, sculpting, woodwork, you name it. He’s all about kids getting hands on and expressing themselves. Jonathan and Argyle get credited for many of them getting into their dream art schools. Nancy is busy a lot, but she’s always happy to read over a stressed out teens homework and help them when she stops by the sanctuary.

Just,,, the whole gang starting a group home and it being a paradise for lost kids who need a home more than anything.

[boomtastics]

How they would celebrate your birthday but its only Heartslabyul!!

say happy birthday rn to me!!!

Riddle Rosehearts

PARTY RN GO!!

he never had a birthday party when he was a child so hes making yours the best it can be

wants it all to be PERFECT

like if someone places a chair even slightly a centimeter off hes running over and fixing it

would buy you a mix of red and white roses and chocolate covered strawberrys

your word is the rules now!! dont like the color green? trey use your magic we cant have green, also change your hair. allergic to peanuts? throw that shit outta here!!!

and if anyone even tries to ruin your birthday he'll collar them faster then idia talking about his geeky stuff

Trey Clover

makes all the sweets!!

bros waking up at 4 to make sure its ready by then

he has sibling, he can do birthdays.

gets you some baked goods and a card!!

hes callinghis sibling telling them if they want to sing you happy birthday (they do) and its just really wholesome <333

hes stuffing your face in the cake. (he made more dw!!)

one of the first people to wish you happy birthday

Cater Diamond

get together for your birthday pic!!!

gets you some clothes and matching keychains!!!

also pushes your face in the cake!!

keeps you distracted while everyone is getting the party ready

made sure to get pretty decorations before tho!!

bro lets you plah with his hair if your close

dresses you for the party!!

Ace Trappola

bro is also distracting you

says he just got you something random but then gets you something you really wanted

loudest singer ever i stg

gives you the pinches on how ever old your turning

set up the "happy birthday!" banner abd its so pretty!!

also also pushes your face in the cake!!

if you like the present he gave you he says "its no big deal 🙄 it was last minute anyways" dont believe him

Deuce Spade

panic!! askes him mom what to do

also calls her and asks her to say happy birthday to you (she does!!!)

gives you a card and some money cuz he doesn't know what you want

hes doing a lot of thr heavy lifting

THE FIRST TO GREET YOU hes like outside you door sleeping

if anyone ruind your day hes just gonna talk to them!!!

tries to stop them from pushing your face in the cake (it didnt work...)

love ya pookies bye!!

[jinxxedwammys]

I’m the one who just asked for hcs of the wammy boys with an s/o who bakes. I didn’t know that it had already been requested, so sorry about that. Instead, could you do hcs of the wammy boys with a geeky s/o?

Ah, that's fine! I'm sorry this took so long 😭

L

Well L isn't all that interested in the things you like.

However, he's good at listening!

If you get the urge to talk about your favorite franchise, he'll sit down next to you and listen intently... sometimes he'll forget to blink though which is kind of creepy.

He'll also get you merchandise if you want it which is fun.

Oh and if there's themed snacks, he will most definitely get those! but he will steal most of them!

Mello

I mean he grew up with Matt...

So he understands a little

though if you're the type to collect things he will get quite annoyed

"Why do you have to have your stupid superhero junk on the coffee table?"

"It's a diorama and it's not stupid!"

He is lowkey kind of into star wars as well as some of the gory action stuff but he'll never tell you that.

Near

Near doesn't exactly care for anything geeky

Yet he'll watch movies and stuff with you.

But if you get something like a Lego TIE fighter or a Death Star he will put it together with you... and play with it!

Matt

Bold of you to assume he's not a geek too!

He will talk nonstop about his favorite franchises.

If you're into anime, there will be heated debates over best girl and best boy.

He will play video games with you, but he kind of rubs it in your face if you lose.

Beyond Birthday

You're like an alien to be studied with him.

He's got no clue what you're talking about most of the time.

But he'll literally stare blankly into your soul while you talk.

Maybe he's planning to murder you? You can't really tell.

[female-buckets]

The WNBA is probably one of the easiest leagues to dive right into, if you’re American. The games are pretty easy to access if you have cable, even then a decent number of them are on league pass (which is $17!!!!!! For the whole season!!!) and there’s only 12 teams with 12 roster spots to keep track of. Compared to the NBA, where their league pass is stupid expensive, there’s a million teams and a revolving door of players, and a toxic fan base…. Idk there’s just not an excuse for it. People say they want to support gay women, black women, well, here it is… there’s no easier opportunity

This is such a good point. It's the easiest thing in the world. The games are 40 minutes. The broadcasts run about an hour 20 minutes. You get 4 quarter breaks, commercial breaks, fouls, and timeouts to rest your attention. It's so much easier to watch than soccer.

I always tell people if you want to dive in and get hooked, start following the Dallas Wings. They're a young team with a ton of on-court chemistry and they play a fast transition offense. It's all the stuff that looks cool on TV. Arike Ogunbowale plays with a lot of style. Satou Sabally's a unique 6'4" perimeter player. And you're guaranteed at least 5 viral fight clips a year from Marina Mabrey. The entire roster is young players who are all capable of break out performances. When they're all on the same page and they're having a good night, they can challenge and beat the best teams. You don't need to know much player history or league history to get into Dallas. All you need to know is Arike and Marina were Notre Dame champions together. And the younger Notre Dame players have drama with Skylar for some reason.

And if you're following for #couplegoals, get into the Connecticut Sun! It's the gayest professional sports team on earth. Coach Miller is the only out gay man in professional basketball. He doesn't follow the "token straight girl" rule for team rosters. He just does not believe straight women can ball out. He definitely doesn't discourage teammate relationships because half the team is dating each other. Sometimes I worry he's underestimating the power of lesbian drama, but for now his team is very united. He coaches a defensive style of basketball which isn't always that flashy. But Jonquel Jones is there and she's the human embodiment of sunshine. Alyssa Thomas is so hot I don't even care that her arms don't work. She's so intense on the court that she doesn't even care that her arms don't work. She plays like Tamika Catchings. Briann January is a real life ninja. And these two backcourt cuties are engaged. If you want content, they've got content. Jas has a baking blog I think? And T is so bored in central Russia right now she's dropping a mixtape.

I talk so much about the Storm and Mercury but those teams might be difficult for new fans to follow. There's so much going on with free agencies, retirement, and coaching shakeups. You've really gotta get geeky to get into those teams. But Connecticut and Dallas are just fun teams to follow.

[excitedlysuffering]

Things You Do Together

My dad is currently making me sit through the Jefferey Epstein documentary so I’m struggling a bit but I FINALLY got this out ;-;

Naruto~

You had always adored taking nighttime strolls through the city, but you’d always gone alone. Now that you had Naruto you were hoping that could change. You were a bit nervous at first, your boyfriend always seemed exhausted when he got home and you didn’t want him to lose sleep he so desperately needed.

When you did eventually ask, he thought the idea was great, in fact, he wanted to go out that very night. You were thrilled, to say the least. The one you loved was walking with you under the stars. Plus, there was something about the way he was softer and quieter on these nights, letting you see a new part of him.

He really did love their midnight walks, every time he saw your happiness, your wide smiles under the gleam of the moon… he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you each time. These were both of your favorite times, you guys got to see each other, and the city, in a different light, figuratively and literally.

Sasuke~

Everyone who knew about you and Sasuke’s relationship assumed you guys bonded over training exercises and had sparring dates. That much was true when you first met and when your relationship was new, but now you guys had a completely different activity that brought you closer.

You thought your habit was kind of geeky at first; sometimes you’d tap out your thoughts in morse code on whatever surface was closest. It hadn’t taken long for Sasuke to realize that the tapping wasn’t just a random pattern, and he needed to know.

Needless to say, you guys had a lot of fun tapping out conversations and then gasping like “WHAT?!” while your friends assumed you two had finally lost it. Eventually, morse code didn’t challenge either you enough (not that your unique habit stopped) and you guys began to study and learn codes together. Not only was it fun, but it was helpful for missions.

You guys even managed to get the basics for sign language and often used that as well. You both were competitive and eager learners, so it really suited you both.

Neji~

The stoic mask that Neji wore in public, was non-existent when he was with you. Things that no one imagined him doing had actually become his hobby, thanks to you.

No one really questioned how Neji’s skin stayed flawless. Not a single pimple, zit, or blemish of any kind. You’d been begging him to tell you his skincare routine because there was no way that was natural.

But as you spent more time with him, you’d realized his skin wasn’t as perfect as you thought; he was prone to dry skin. Oh, you had a field day when he walked into your home, horrified at the sheer amount of face masks you had in your living room.

After a few times, Neji started to see the results of the masks and other treatments. His skin was the healthiest it’d ever been. The two of you did a lot of research on skincare, and it became an official thing for your guys. At least two days a week you’d get together and have your ‘self-care day’.

Because seriously? There’s nothing cuter than Neji with his hair in a messy bun and a green mask on his face.

Shikamaru~

As lazy as Shika was, he tried his best to put effort into spending time with you. Even though the two of you had initially connected over being lazy, you guys had come a long way and had found other ways to entertain yourself.

It was his idea really, he had always had a fascination with baking but had never taken it up because all the work was a drag. You were thrilled when he asked you about it, though. Cooking was one of your strong suits and you two spent the whole day in the kitchen. He didn’t mind in the slightest, however, you were so excited to be spending time with him, plus you were a great cook.

His favorite part was definitely eating the treats with you, you both felt so accomplished after a good day and you had taken to donating fresh goods to those in need. His friends were surprised, to be honest, they’d never expect him to go out of his way to work out and do such things.

What could he say? You were changing him slowly for the better.

Kiba~

Contrary to popular knowledge, Kiba didn’t take Akamaru everywhere. The two of you had made it a regular thing to go swimming, just you and Kiba, lazing around in the water under the bright sun.

Just like a dog, if it involved water, Kiba was down. The two of you would spend hours swimming and playing around in the water together. At first, it was spontaneous and neither of you did much preparation, but it quickly became a Thing™. You packed snacks, water guns, toys, you name it, you had it.

You knew the best fishing spots, the times that the lake/beach/river would be empty or packed… the two of you went all out for this hobby. It was a workout, but it was also fun and playful, as well as romantic, in its own way. (Akamaru tries not to be jealous)

Gaara~

Before you say gardening- (WRONG) Gaara loves stargazing. When he was a child, he was always alone and he would watch the stars and constellations because they were the only things that stayed with him. *sob* However, when he watches them with you, it’s different. He used to wish on the stars, wish that he’d have his own personal star in his life.

In short, stargazing with you means a lot because he wished on those stars for you. You’re his star, his sun, his life, and he wants you to know it. The two of you will usually lay on the roof of your home or the Kazekage building, whichever is more convenient.

Gaara has the habit of talking to the stars the way some people do to people’s gravestones, but only after you fall asleep. Due to his insomnia, he might not sleep until a while after you, if at all so he contents himself with holding you and keeping you safe.

Kakashi~

Okay if you’ve seen Kakashi’s Tragic Back Story™ you know he was cooking himself gourmet meals before we were out of our chicken nugget and fries for every meal stage. So he’s definitely the Bobby Flay of Konoha and he still loves to cook.

It’s become a thing for you two to hold regular cooking competitions. (Pakkun judges) Although it’s a lot of fun, you two take it seriously. A three-course meal, you have to have all your supplies prepared before the competition and no outside help.

It’s a great way to keep a playful element in your relationship and also to be sure you always have food (cause Kakashi can’t take care of himself). Sometimes, on your more competitive nights, the competition ends up being a food fight that he always seems to win.

~Akatuski~

Pein~

Nagato, when he was younger and was first was on his own, met a dog he named Chibi and was very fond of him. The dog ended up killed not long after and that was another tragedy that pushed him to closer to the edge.

However, animals, dogs especially, remind him of happier times. So, whenever he wasn’t too busy, he would take you to Amegakure and go to various animal shelters to visit the pets.

Both of you knew the animals would never go back with you (Hidan liked to sacrifice animals, Kakuzu would throw a fit, and Sasori would fight the decision) but it was nice and calming to be around the cute pets. Pein was oftentimes softer and more open during these visits and he was looser with his speech and mannerisms.

By the time you left, you always felt more connected to him. It was always a great day when the two of you went.

Deidara~

It’s easy to forget since he was forced to grow up so fast as he was recruited to the Akatsuki from anywhere to 11-15. Something I believe he would enjoy due to his childish personality is building forts.

He has a creative streak a mile wide and he would pull all the stops to make a fort palace. Kakzuzu nearly has a heart attack when he sees how much was spent on blankets and pillows.

The two of you spend hours changing the living room into a massive fort with a minibar, an art nook, and many other mini rooms. You and Deidara will spend the night in there just doing teen things, all the things you were missing out on.

At first, Hidan and Kisame had no qualms about messing up your creation but they quickly learned to hold your hobby as sacred as you did when their room was destroyed.

In short, the two of you are able to be kids together and bring the inner child out of you to two.

Masterlist

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Pt 2!

Yay more traumatized kids

This contains: abuse, yandere behavior, traumatized kids, all around dark times

Indigo, 16

You and mateo made an asshole of a kid

Indigo is absolutely beautiful he is such a pretty boy..but he is a bit of a bully

Is constantly judging his cousins and making fun of them

Is constantly indulging and encouraging lyric to continue with his addiction

He provides blades for lyric to use in exchange for weed or cash

Cousins touch each other right?

He is constantly messing with poppy and making her cry which in turn pisses Tiago off

He just seems so cool that it makes the others want to impress him

He somehow can convince some of the others to do stupid or awful things

He likes to spend time with lyric the most

Lyric is all his he loves lyric no one else can have him

Him and mateo tend to argue quite a bit about school and stuff

Indigo doesn’t really care about school or anything

Lyric lyric lyric lyric it’s all about lyric

Him and red are chaotic buddies those two love to sneak into clubs and drink alcohol

Since it’s bad for him to be out in the sun for too long he mostly sneaks out at night

He likes to go to the more bad neighborhoods and act a lot older than he is

His passion is lyric spray painting the sides of buildings

He has countless of buildings that he tagged

All of his artwork seems to involve the color purple in some way

He only goes to school if he knows lyric is going

When he does go to school he tends to buy cigarettes from students

Lyric belongs to him. He’s gonna marry him one day

Poppy, 14

Poppy is tiago’s sweet baby

Those two love to bake as a bonding activity

She is a tad spoiled but in a good way

She is such a sweetheart she can’t hurt a fly

She is quite sensitive though

She is often picked on for being a bit bigger which made her really insecure

She tries her very best to be super positive and happy about everything

She doesn’t have the same passion for flowers as her father but baking is her passion so Tiago does whatever he can to support her

Her dream is to open a bakery when she gets older

She helps around the flower shop when she isn’t studying or whatever

She likes to hang out with lyric but indigo makes it impossible

Luna is fun to hang with too they end up watching movies together

She is full of love and compassion which sadly gets crushed a lot

Her and Kai put together are two toddlers

Like they are chaotic buddies

100% a giggling mess when happy

April, 15

April drives theo crazy like this girl makes it her mission to piss her father off

Not ladylike at all

She is super geeky like a computer whiz

She also sits with her legs as spread apart as possible just locking eyes with anyone who says anything

Is poppy’s guard dog like she will bite someone

Has a HUGE FAT GAY CRUSH on poppy

I’m talking stops what she’s going when she sees her walk by

She loves skateboarding like she crafted her own custom board (which theo broke)

She cried for a good three days when it broke like that was her baby

She rebels so hard against his rules

She wish he would stop sneaking into her room

She tries to impress poppy by skateboarding but this poor gay always trips and falls

Is legit terrified of men like shaking fear

She can’t lock eyes with them and gets so uncomfortable when they are around

Ryu( rocket’s son) is helping her out with it with baby steps

She goes to an all girl school which theo definitely doesn’t like

Ryu, 16

Sadly he isn’t strong like his father

It crushes rocket so much

Ryu has a weak body and uses a wheelchair or crutches when he is feeling brave

Despite this he doesn’t let it get to him

He gets sick easily so he usually stays inside

He’s home schooled and those who visit have to wear a face mask when around him to prevent him getting sick

Rocket still sometimes cries when he sees ryu fall or struggle

Ryu has hurt himself several times trying to walk even if it was excruciatingly painful

He wants to die

If anything he can only stand by himself for a few seconds before his legs give out

Poppy visits a lot and gives him sweets and comics that they read

He likes helping April out with her fear when he can

They are currently able to make eye contact for a few seconds before she freaks out

It’s his fault his dad is so sad

Ryu wants to go to a normal school so bad but it just isn’t safe for him

Sometimes he has a little tantrum about it

He’s just so frustrated

He tries to keep his behavior high though

If he dies dad would be stress free

He found a passion in pottery something about crafting something beautiful with a slab of clay just makes him happy

He begged his dad to turn the garage into a pottery studio

He has made so many cool things

When he’s stressed or sad he would do that all day

Oiwa, 14

Oiwa is not his name

Oiwa gained his name from the ones who stole him

Oiwa was stolen away when he was only one years old

Yuki never stopped searching and you couldn’t stop crying

The only confirmation you both got was photos every year until he was 10

Then those stopped

Two months after that oiwa was sitting outside your house casually playing with a large snake

He never did tell you two where he came from or who took him

He never says anything

You learned that he really likes to climb outside often falling asleep in the trees

He likes sweets and can’t stand spicy foods

Yuki gets frustrated quickly at him cause he wants to bond so badly but they don’t have much in common

Oiwa doesn’t know how to speak, read or write

Though he does know sign language

Oiwa is often seen with his large snake yaya

It’s getting easier to understand him though even if he does weird things

He really likes snakes from real ones to plush ones he is often carrying his pet everywhere even hiding her in his clothes

He is more like Yuki than those two realizes

He is really good at painting and is often painting only using black ink

He has a terrible temper though

Snake Venom makes a beautiful weapon

Freya,15

You and prince created a goth kid

Mtf transgender

Prince..isn’t as accepting as she wants

He is still seeing it as a phase

He wants his kid to be a chick magnet

Freya loves gothic aesthetic from the clothes to the decor she just loves it

She wanted to take hormone blockers but prince refused

Is constantly trying to do anything to appear more feminine

She picked the name freya herself

She really likes to read

Hella socially awkward like she can’t make eye contact or anything

Prince still tries to take her out to teach her how to flirt with chicks..it never goes well

She likes to do special effects makeup

She finds it super fun to make fake cuts and stab wounds with makeup

She still gets hella nervous when she has to wear a bathing suits or shorts

Anytime her voice goes deeper than intended she just immediately tears up

Such a sweetheart

Hero, 16

Child of axis

His father is insane

As a baby axis poured bleach in hero’s eyes blinding him just like him

Despite this hero refuses to rely on his father

Hero is a firm believer of being independent

Axis hates this

He likes to visit ryu and the two just vibe usually listening to music

He is missing one of his eyes

Like it’s just an empty socket

For this reason he grew his hair out to hide it

He mostly talks through texting of soft sounds

His tongue is gone

Axis is trying to make him dependent on him

Hero really likes to listen to music

He always wanted to sing..but that’s not happening

He tried it once and got super insecure

He just wants a normal life

Hanging out with Kai makes him feel pretty normal

They like to hit up the mall and only go to the food court