#lighthearted but oh fuck seriously

[asherasgayagenda]

i cannt take this anyomore

[todayisafridaynight]

Especially because in the end... Arakawa loses his son in small ways that just Accumulate... but Jo's the one who even gets to outlive his son... AUGH. THROWING MYSELF INTO A WOODCHIPPER

Also while going through old messages, I saw I actually had a dream back in 2021 that Jo came back in LaD8. I mean sure he had "longer hair" and "a new outfit NOBODY liked except me" and was Unserious like RGGJo whereas in the actual teaser he sounds more depressed than ever but I'm still taking credit alright... the vision came to me...

And in a Hell Will Freeze Over Before This Happens I Just Like To Think About It way. I want him in my goddamn party and I have for all of Y7 so it's not related to the new game. I don't care. I want to find out what his favorite flowers are I want to take him to Every Movie and get his commentary on all of it I want to take him out to eat and watch his little itadakimasu animation play out I want to have the most light-hearted and inconsequential conversations and I want him to chime in I want to exhaust every option on his Drink Link I want to unlock his sickass tag-team moves I want to wear True Hero and fight by his side I want to shower him with so much love and affection he won't know what hit him (<- channeling Arakawa tbh)

its just insane because from a metaphorical sense arakawa 'outlives' masato in that he becomes aoki and like. That's One Thing, but then Of Course. There's Jo. //stuffing my mouth with wet cement// like OHHHH the pain never stops it never ends,,

mate i think your brain was just tryna manifest RGGJo to make a come back through y7 ☠️☠️ CREDIT WHERE CREDITS DUE THO BUT DAMN would have been. THE MOST interesting change to his character though.... on the real.... because yeah he just sounds so tired from the trailer so far （；´д｀）would be hilarious if instead of entering a Super Depression arc bro's just. Yeah Alright Fuck It. What Can We Do Now Amirite. walk right out the cell with the white suit and snake-patterned lapels and all ☠️☠️

OK BUT MOST VALID RANT EVER. MOST VALID WANT EVER. would really just have the vibe of dragging your jaded uncle around the city i would died to have that,,, 😭😭

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: the user "gojoslittleslut" tries to make a move on your boyfriend, but she doesn't stand a chance

contents: fem!reader. it's not too serious, nobody gets angry/jealous (except the comments lol). if u haven't already read the other streamer!gojo works u probably should so u understand the dynamic between satoru and his commenters !

author's note: reader is actually a mature person who doesn't pick fights with random ppl on the internet and i think we should all be more like her ꨄ︎

satoru leans back in his chair, idly chatting with people who pop up in his comments after he finishes his last round of the co-op game. his viewers are eager to chat, and some even shoot money satoru's way to draw his attention. whenever someone donates money, he gives them a quick shoutout and has a small back-and-forth with them, and he does that for everyone.

that is, until a user with a questionable username donates to his stream.

gojoslittleslut has donated $100.00!

gojoslittleslut: notice me pls

"shit, a hundred dollars?" satoru says, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise. "thanks, gojoslittl— oh, fuck, what is that?"

you look up from your laptop and see the way your boyfriend's cheeks have gone bright red. satoru laughs a bit nervously, so you get up and walk over, making sure to stay out of sight of the camera. you sit on satoru's desk beside his computer and peer at his screen curiously.

gojoslittleslut: im ur number one fan~

satoru's eyes flicker to yours for a second before he looks back at his monitor. "ah, well, thanks for the donation!" he replies, completely ignoring the user's advances.

suguru-geto: he has a gf ...

gojoslittleslut: yeah

gojoslittleslut: me

you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle, scrunching up your nose at satoru to let him know that you really weren't taking it too seriously. after all, it's just some random person on the internet—they don't stand a chance with your boyfriend. 

satoru reaches over and takes your hand, twining his fingers with yours off-camera. he ignores the sudden burst of comments that litter the corner of his screen, instead watching you intently. in response, you roll your eyes playfully and blow him a kiss, snickering when satoru pretends to faint.

eventually, he turns back to his screen, cerulean eyes doing a quick once-over of his new comments.

toji-fushiguro: ill take his gf any day

inumaki: we know gtfo

gojoslittleslut: toji i get gojo and u take his girl. deal?

toji-fushiguro: bet

"alright guys, settle down," satoru huffs, rolling his eyes. "for the record, i still have a girlfriend and i don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he clarifies, addressing the current feud going on in his comments. 

satoru's a good streamer—he does his best to keep things cordial and lighthearted with his audience, but he also knows his limits. one of his limits involves people trying to separate you and him, his one true pairing (of course satoru's otp is his own relationship).

your boyfriend leans closer to the screen and scowls good-naturedly, holding up the hand still wrapped around yours. "this isn't gonna change, so don't even think about it!"

satoru says his goodbyes and then ends the stream, turning to you with a sigh. "how down bad do you have to be to name yourself 'gojo's little slut?'" he grumbles, clicking through his stream analytics and finding the user. he opens gojoslittleslut's profile and studies it for a moment before hovering his mouse over the block button.

he leans back in his chair and tilting his chin up at you. "she just gave me a hundred dollars, so i kinda feel bad about blocking her," satoru muses, tapping his foot on the floor. he looks up at where you still sit on his desk, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "c'mere," he mumbles, slipping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with a soft grunt.

satoru rests his chin on your shoulder and nudges his face into your neck, breath tickling your skin. "you know that i'm all yours, right?"

"of course i do," you murmur, settling into his arms. he's warm and comfortable, like always. satoru smiles warmly and kisses the side of your face, letting his lips linger.

"good. 'cause no fan account's ever gonna change that."

[lowkeyremi]

Bakugo x fem!reader (Drabble ahhh this is short cuz I was lazy n tired !!!!)

CW: Slightly suggestive, Indication of pregnancy, marriage, little bit of swearing (cmon it’s Bakugo…) I believe in Bakugo wanting a big family so Ima write it >:)

Enjoy! <3

When he told you he wanted a big family he wasn’t kidding. His head was in your lap and he was rubbing your belly which held baby number four.

Mina offered to babysit your other three children so you two could get a break.

“You wear me out, Katsuki.” You say with a sigh as he tries to make you feel better.

“Shhh. It’ll all be over soon. Baby’s on the way.” He says rubbing your belly in a soothing way.

“I hope one day I can donate you to science so you can experience the lows of pregnancy and child birth.” You say out of spite and he ignores your comment.

“You agreed to it, so I’m not seeing why my sweet momma is so upset ‘bout it.” He says like it’s that simple.

“It was in the heat of the moment Katsuki, didn’t think you were literally gonna ‘stuff me full of your babies’.” You mock his voice with the last part.

“You think I was sayin’ it just to say it?” He asks you with a scoff like he was in disbelief.

“Whatever leave me alone, Katsuki.” His mouth makes a clicking noise at your behavior toward him.

“What’s wrong? Need your feet rubbed? Hot bath? Want something to eat?” He asks all at one time which is enough to make your head explode.

“First of all one question at a time and second of all, I don’t want anymore kids.” You say the last part with less of your lighthearted playfulness.

“I ain’t making no promises, sure we’ll end up with a few more.” He says with a smirk on his face. This man. He knows how to push your buttons.

“I wonder if I can neuter you.. oooo! I can turn you into a eunuch!” You say with a smile.

All of the color drains from his face when you mention chopping off his dick.

“You know you love me, and you love pregnancy too.” He says confidently.

“Do you know how hard it is to go out with my friends and they’re all like ‘Oh! 🙂 You’re pregnant again…’ it’s not easy.” You try to explain so he can see your side.

“Fuck what everyone else thinks, honey.” He sits up and gives you a small kiss.

“I love you and I love our little munchkins that run all around the house. You always look so pretty carrying our babies.” He says softly. He’s holding your hands and his feel rough to you, probably from all that hero work.

“I love you too, Katsuki.” A smile finally cracks onto your face as your anger fizzes away. You’ve calmed down and you’re now ready to conquer baby number four.

“But seriously, let’s lay off having anymore kids for awhile I think four is going to be chaotic.” You reason.

He nods his head firmly. “It’s potty training that’s chaotic, because Kaien just pees all over the floor.” He states with an extended groan.

“That’s your son, you need to teach him how to pee.” Bakugo shakes his head.

“Our son.” He corrects.

You shrug because what difference does it make? Whenever you’re upset with one of your children they become their father’s kids.

“Our son.” You repeat with a smile on your face.

“Our family.” He whispers quietly to you.

(this was lazy cuz I just finished the Haikyuu dads thing and I’m tired, tbh I’m just trying to get some of my drafts posted 😭)

[raitonsfw]

Can you please PLEASE PLEASE!! do a Sukuna x reader where reader is like super super nice in public but behind closed doors is a whole different person I feel like he would find it SO amusing

Have a good day

he would, wouldn't he??

bully!reader (not in public), sukuna inhabiting itadori's body, slightly suggestive (sukuna just flirts/insults reader)

i can just see the smirk plastered on his face as you slammed the door shut behind you, your face falling flat immediately.

the entire day you had to fake a smile, quiet pleasures of 'please' and 'thank you' leaving your lips as you ran errands with itadori. and you fucking hated it, mind you- being in public was exhausting.

itadori wanted to grab snacks for his dorm and you agreed to go, throwing on your invisible mask as soon as you rounded the corner of out jujutsu high and somehow the king of curses ended up tagging along with you instead.

as you scolded him for overtaking itadori, your voice quickly diminished as a lady from the benches of the train station came over to ask you where the next bus stop was located.

and as sweet as ever, you gave a lighthearted smile- you know the ones where you could just melt away from how fuzzy you felt, seriously how could someone be so genuinely cushy? you didn't know, but it always worked like a charm whenever you were out and about.

the lady went on her way with your directions, unaware that it was the totally wrong way but she'll find her stop eventually. not that you really cared.

your day was completely ruined 'cause of sukuna- he practically tailed you the entire time, even sometimes stepping on the back of your heels to get you to drop the nice act. and some backhanded comments from him made you nearly spiral with rage.

"huh, didn't know you had that type of attitude in you..."

"think you could sweet talk me like that in bed, sweetheart?"

a light cackle sounded from sukuna as a scowl returned to your face when you slammed the door behind you. you looked at him incredulously and a smartass remark rolled off your lips as you watched him lean against the wall lazily- the insane amount of shopping bags falling onto the floor from your hands. oh, did you really think he was going to carry them for you? fat fucking chance.

and he continued the entire night too with his teasing - a coy smile complete with a bunch of flirtations that sounded more like insults - until he had to give up his front to itadori's desperate fighting.

"c'mon, use that pretty voice for me- the one you used with the nice lady."

"maybe a smile'll do you some good once in a while too."

imma incorporate this in one of my next sukuna fics, thank you for such a great idea hehe. might become a staple, to be fair.

[corroded-hellfire]

Good Girl - Eddie Munson x Reader

Collaboration with the amazing and wonderful @munson-blurbs 💚

Summary: When Eddie reminds you to take your antidepressants, little does he know that he’s stumbling onto one of your favorite kinks.

Note: This is a reminder to take your medicine if you haven’t today. Make Eddie proud.

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), praise kink, corruption kink, allusion to daddy kink, prescribed use of antidepressants

Words: 2.7k

“You’re seriously trying to tell me that Steven Tyler is better than James Hetfield?” Eddie gawks at you with a disbelieving shake of his head, turning off your Aerosmith cassette in protest. 

“I didn’t say that; I said that he has a wider vocal range. Which is factual,” you retort, snapping the tape back in place and cranking up the volume. 

But Eddie’s not buying it; he paces around your room and mumbles under his breath dramatically. Spotting the bright orange bottle on your dresser, he snatches it up and shakes it. “I thought these things were supposed to make your brain work better,” he teases. “Are you sure you took them today?”

It’s meant as a lighthearted joke, but his smile falters when he sees your gaze drop from where he’s putting on his little one-man show. “You did take your bye-bye sad pills today, right?”

You roll your eyes and grab the bottle from his grasp. “They’re called antidepressants,” you grumble, making no effort to hide your annoyance, “and, no; I didn’t.”

“I think my name for them makes them a little more fun,” he says as he flops onto your bed. “But why didn’t you take them?”

There’s no sense hiding anything from Eddie; he’s been your best friend for far too long and can see right through you. “I’m tired of having to rely on medication to be less sad,” you admit. “It’s, well, it’s fucking depressing.” The irony isn’t lost on you.  

Eddie sighs and lifts himself up on one elbow to look at you. “You know, people need medicine in order for their blood pressure to remain stable. Them not wanting to take the meds isn’t going to do anything except have their blood pressure levels either plummet or go through the roof.”

Tilting your head at Eddie, you shoot him an unamused glare. “My blood pressure is fine.”

“Fine,” Eddie says as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. “Go tell Wayne to stop taking his blood pressure medication because he should rely on his heart the way it is. We’ll see what happens.”

The daggers you’re shooting at Eddie only get sharper because both of you know that you can’t come up with a retort for that. When you don’t soften, not even a bit, Eddie groans and drops his head back. 

“C’mon,” he whines. “Be a good girl and take your pills.”

All of the muscles in your body seem to lock as one at the term. Heat begins to crawl its way up your body and you can only pray that it doesn’t appear on your face. 

“W-What did you just say?”

“I said,” Eddie starts, as if being annoyed he has to repeat himself, “be a good girl and—oh. Christ, does that…?”

“Shut up,” you snap with far more venom than you intended. “Give me my meds and forget it, okay?”

Eddie’s looking at you like the cat who ate the canary. The smirk on his face is becoming more self-satisfied by the second. “Oh, absolutely not, sweetheart. I just found out that my best friend in the whole world has been hiding her secret kink from me.”

“I said, drop it.” You clench your fists in a feeble attempt to ward off the humiliation. “We’re not fucking, so it’s none of your business what any of my secret kinks are.”

“Kinks? As in more than one? Oh, do go on.” He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face, but it fades when he sees your eyes welling up with the beginnings of tears. “Look, you don’t have to be embarrassed. We all have things that turn us on. Even pure, chaste, little ol’ me.”

Now that makes you laugh. “Okay, Mr. Celibacy over here…tell me one of yours. It’s only fair.”

“I think it would just have you clutching your pearls, Miss Good Girl.” He winces when you give his ankle a playful kick, but he obliges. “Fine, fine.” He puts his hands up in surrender. “I like the idea of corrupting a girl. Sweet thing getting ruined by a freak like me.”

“You don’t get enough of that shit talk from the meatheads at school?” Idiots like Jason Carver seem to have a never-ending list of insulting nicknames for him, with Freak being their go-to. 

Eddie shakes his head, frizzy brown curls brushing against his cheeks. “No, this is different. I don’t want to be called a freak. I just think the idea of a nice, innocent girl wanting me to corrupt her is hot.”

“Like…a good girl?” You’re trying to replicate his teasing tone from earlier, but it comes out more salacious. You bite your tongue, though the words have already escaped your lips. 

Eddie just chuckles, somehow oblivious to your gaffe. “All right, well played. Laugh it up so we can call it even.”

You unscrew the cap of the bottle and take a pill, washing it down with the water you keep next to your bed. “But, Eds, I took my medicine! See?” You stick out your tongue with an exaggerated aaahh. “Just like a good girl.”

Eddie’s eyes narrow; he’s not sure how to interpret the situation. To be honest, neither do you. “Don’t play this game with me,” he says, suddenly serious. “Because you get to forget all about this, while I’m stuck with blue balls for the rest of the day.”

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

He nods. “Plenty of experience.” He rubs his sweaty palm along his denim-clad thigh, his eyes never leaving your body. 

“Lucky for you, good girls don’t let their best friend walk around with blue balls, do they?” This is it. It’s now or never. You walk over to the bed and straddle his waist, pressing your hands to his chest. His heart is beating a mile a minute. 

Any semblance of self-control is gone as Eddie hisses, “They certainly fuckin’ don’t.” His lips crash against yours in a hungrily, sloppy kiss. His palms are on either side of your face as he holds you impossibly close. Whether he realizes it or not, he’s grinding up against you, creating a delicious friction between your thighs.  

Eddie wraps a strong arm around your waist and lowers you down to the mattress. Lips never leaving yours, his hands slip up the inside of your shirt, his rough calloused fingers causing goosebumps to break out along your skin. When you’re forced to break apart for air, you take the opportunity to yank your shirt off over your head and toss it somewhere on the floor. Eddie copies your motions, so when he leans back in this time, your bra is the only material between your two chests. 

“So pretty,” Eddie mumbles as his kisses move down to your jaw. One of his hands comes up to cup your breast through your black cotton bra. “Such a good girl for me.”

His words have you whining and arching your back. It forces your chest even more into Eddie’s hand, which has him smirking as he runs his nose up to your ear. He places a soft kiss there before reaching down for the button of your jeans.

“You really do like it when I call you that, huh? Tell me, baby, did you ever think about me calling you that before? Lay here at night with your hand between your legs, picturing me calling you my good little girl?”

An almost pornographic moan slips from your lips as he speaks, and you’re barely able to concentrate on lifting your hips up enough for him to pull your jeans and panties off. 

“Wanna be your good girl,” you mumble, face heating up at the admission. “Just f’you.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Eddie coos, leaning to capture your lips in another soft, slow kiss. Your hands slide down his pale chest until they rest on the handcuff buckle belt that you’ve stared at so many times, always wondering what it would be like to take it off of him. 

“Pants off, Eds,” you say.

“Excuse me?” he says against your mouth. “What was that?”

A small whine tumbles from your lips before you squeak out, “Pants off, please, Eddie.”

“Much better,” Eddie says with a wicked grin. “That’s how good girls get what they want. Take your bra off, baby. I want to see all of you.”

Reaching behind your back to unhook the garment, your eyes never leave Eddie’s form as he strips himself of his jeans and boxers. All the times you’d imagined Eddie naked in your bed…they didn’t do the real thing justice. He’s long and wider than you expected, and even more mouthwatering than you could’ve hoped for. 

“Staring, huh?” Eddie says and you can hear the smirk in his voice before you even look up to see it confirmed on his face. “I’m flattered, sweetheart.”

“‘S bigger than I imagined,” you admit shyly. “Need—I mean, can you please use your fingers first?” 

Eddie nods, running his pointer and middle fingers through your wet folds before pushing them inside you. “Aw, y’already soaked for me, baby? Barely even touched you.” He continues fingering you as he nips at your earlobe. “Y’sure you’ll be able to take my cock, pretty girl?”

The nicknames have your head spinning. “Y-yes, sir,” you choke out, whimpering when he stops moving his thick digits. 

“Well, shit,” he says with a small chuckle. “Looks like you’ve unlocked a kink I didn’t even know I had.” He looks deep into your eyes as he orders, “call me ‘sir’ again.”

“Yes, sir,” you manage, feeling his thumb making slow circles over your clit. “Anything f’you. I’m a good girl f’you, sir.”

Eddie growls as he slides down so his nose is level with your sex. “Not a good girl. You’re my good girl.” 

“Your good girl. Only yours, fuck!” You yelp loudly as he starts sucking on your swollen bud, simultaneously fucking you with his fingers. Your legs tremble, which he takes as a sign to lap at your pussy with more vigor. “R-right there, sir. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop, sir.” You sound pathetic, but it’s working for both of you. 

You feel the pressure mounting in your core as your orgasm washes over you. “I’m cumming, holy fucking shit, I’m fucking cumming—” But just as the coil begins to snap, he pulls away from you, chin shiny with your slick. 

“What the fuck?”

“Ah ah,” Eddie chides. “Good girls wait so we can cum together.” He spits on his hard cock, fucking into his fist a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. “Y’okay?” he asks, pushing the tip in only after you give him a resounding yes. The feeling of him inside you is one of ecstasy, and you wrap your legs around his to pull him impossibly closer. No one has ever filled you the way he has; no one has ever stretched you so deliciously. 

“Eddie,” you murmur into the crook of his neck. His hands grip your hips as he buries himself within your walls. “I-I mean, sir, y’feel…fuck…feel s’good.”

“Me?” Eddie laughs incredulously as he continues thrusting into you. “No, baby. Nothing compares to how good you fuckin’ feel. Nice an’ tight, aren’t you, angel?”

The new nickname sends shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you bite your lip as you squeak out an agreement. 

“Tell me, my sweet girl,” Eddie growls, cock twitching within you, “what would your friends think if they knew the freak was balls deep in your pussy right now?”

You can only moan in response, and Eddie beams at your apparent wordlessness. 

“Fucked the words right out of you? Cute little head of yours can only think about my cock, hm?”

“Feels…feels…” You wrack your brain for any descriptors for the waves rippling through your body, but you come up empty-handed; rather, empty-headed. 

Eddie’s all-too amused by this, pistoning his hips as he beckons, “Come on; good girls use their words. How’s it feel, baby?”

“So good, Eds. Y’make me feel so good.” It’s barely two sentences, but it placates him. 

“Aw, you like the way my cock makes you feel?” A sneer crosses his face. “Like when the freak’s cock splits you open? How about when I do this?”

Before you can register his words, he’s bringing his thumb to your already overstimulated clit and rubs it while fucking you. “I know you like that, angel. Can feel you getting tighter around me. Fuck, anyone make you feel this good before?”

“N-No, just you,” you manage, another wanton moan escaping your lips. 

“Good girl, using her words f’me.” Your pussy clenches at the praise, spurring Eddie on further. “Just wanna wreck you. No one else can have you but me.”

“Only yours,” you slur in your cock drunk state. Every nerve in your body feels alive as Eddie pounds into you. Your eyes flutter closed so when Eddie leans down and flicks his tongue over one of your nipples, it surprises you. “Oh!”

“Can’t forget about these gorgeous tits, baby girl,” Eddie purrs. “They deserve some love as well.” He laves his tongue up and down the swell of your breast before sucking the nipple into his mouth. A new decibel of a whimper leaves your throat, and it has Eddie smirking around the hardened bud in his mouth. 

Your hand comes up and tangles in Eddie’s hair, fingers ever so lightly digging into his scalp as he gives your nipple a particularly harsh suck. He pulls off with a pop, hips still pounding into yours vigorously. The motion of your bodies causes your bed to shake and your headboard to bang repeatedly and obnoxiously against the wall. 

Eddie gives the same attention to your other breast, exploring the soft skin with his tongue and lips before ravishing your nipple. It only adds to the intense pressure that’s already built up in your core.

“Ed—Sir, please. I need—”

His teeth grazing your nipple has your sentence ending with a strangled gasp. 

“I know what you need, baby,” Eddie coos, leaning up to hover his face over yours. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Letting the freak use your tight little pussy. And you enjoyed it, didn’t you, sweet thing?”

��Yes,” you whine, practically a sob. “S-Sir?”

“What is it, princess?” Eddie asks, teeth clenched as he tries to stave off his impending orgasm. 

“Want you to cum inside me.”

“Fuck,” he growls. It takes him a second to regain enough composure to be able to respond. “Yeah? That’s what my good girl wants? To have the freak’s cum deep inside of her? Want to feel it dripping out of you and down your legs? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll fill you up nice and good.”

Eddie bucks his hips a few more times before he cums, fucking his spend up into you with primal groans. “Take it—fuck, take my cum. Jus’ like a good girl.” He doesn’t stop until he’s soft and panting, flopping onto your chest without daring to pull out. 

The two of you lay there for a moment, catching your breaths and relishing in the post-sex glow. A post-sex glow that you’re sharing with your best friend. Your best friend, Eddie Munson, just had his dick inside you while you called him ‘sir’ and he called you ‘good girl.’

“Um, Eddie?” you manage, and he lifts his head as he finally withdraws and lays down next to you. “What…what exactly did we just do?”

“Well, when two people love each other…” He starts to tease you, but his face blanches when he realizes what he’s just implied. “I mean, like, as friends…”

“Right. When two people really love each other as friends, they discover each other’s kinks and have mind-blowing sex.” 

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows. “Mind-blowing, huh? You know that flattery works with me.”

“‘M serious,” you say, trying to redirect the conversation back to your original thought. “Where do we go from here?”

He considers this, tongue poking out between his lips in contemplation. “I’m spent; you wore me out with your insatiable appetite for lust.” He chuckles as you flip him off. “So I say we take a nap, and when we wake up, we can see what other kinks we wanna explore.”

“What other kinks do you have?” You rest your head on his chest and snuggle in as he wraps a protective arm around you, kissing the top of your head. 

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he taunts, yawning as he says it. “Sweet dreams, angel.”

“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck me.”

[matrixbearer2024]

Okay okay, hear me out! Vox POV of the "Get Off My Screen" series with Velvette or Valentino finding out about collage reader.

How would that go? Would Vox even tell us that they know? What would those two think of Vox hiding this from them? "You mean to tell me, you accidentally found a way to commune with the world of the living MONTHS AGO, AND DIDN'T TELL US?!" - Val or Vel (not shipping reader with those two tho, just Val and Vel finding out about Vox's crush on a human (Valentino being pissy about it))

Oops, Guess I Spilled The Tea

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Wowowowow I have so many filler episodes now ahdosndkaks the direct continuation is actually finished and I'll probably post it right after I finish the interludes. Even if I'm working on the finale, if you guys come up with any ideas or suggestions still feel free to drop them in and I'll write out the scenario! Whether it's before Reader's death or after, go on and drop the idea in my inbox! After all, what's a good story without the fun content? As always, happy reading and I hope you all enjoy this installment!

A/N: While I initially wanted this to be more comedic and lighthearted, I don't think Vox would be taking it that way by the time this confrontation happens. He and dear Reader have been chatting together for a little over a year and a half by now, so while he has loyalties to the Vees- he's probably a protective mess all the more since he'd been slowly catching feelings too.

Waking up that day, Vox grunted when he realized it was his phone buzzing to life that roused him.

Ughh... wasn't his daily alarm for a few more minutes?

Sitting up and stretching, he sleepily grabbed his phone to check who'd want to bother him so early in the day.

Only to end up with a dopey smile on his face when he realized it was just you.

Somehow, you'd actually risen earlier than him this time.

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey you workaholic picturebox!"

That was rare, he knew you were the type to have a million alarms because the first one wouldn't be enough to get your butt out of bed.

Well, he probably wouldn't want to get up either if it was waking up to you.

Wait-

What?

What the fuck.

Vox shook his head, woah... okay- maybe he wasn't quite awake yet.

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine, what's got you so cheery this hellish morning?"

He replied back with a waving emoji of himself, taking his phone with him as he left his bedroom to go and make a cup of coffee.

Unlike you, who for whatever reason he couldn't understand-

Preferred tea.

He chuckled remembering how that conversation went.

"Ehhh??? You like drinking your coffee black? Remind me never to share a morning drink with you."

"Oh really, what's your drink of choice then? Can't be much better."

"I like drinking tea thank you very much, it's healthier too from what I've heard."

"Ewww, leaf water."

"Ewww, bean juice."

A fond smile unconsciously wormed onto his screen as he turned on the coffee machine.

"Bean juice... that's so fucking stupid."

Though as quickly as his smile appeared, Vox replaced it with a poker face when his acquaintances came into the room.

Velvette was expectedly on her phone and Valentino was just dragging himself to the breakfast table.

His good mood would've just shattered had his phone not buzzed again and taken his attention.

You sent him a selfie of you on the way to university, the morning sun lighting up your face and your surroundings.

Not to mention the genuinely cheerful expression you wore.

Vox didn't really remember much about the mornings from when he was alive.

After all, it was a long time ago.

But this... seeing your picture-

That made the overlord think he'd crutially missed something when he was alive.

His fans whirred louder as he stared at your picture-

Were you always that pretty?

Though he was quick to click off it when the coffee machine beeped loudly, reminding him it was done.

"It's amazing outside! Seriously dude, if you weren't all dead and everything you'd probably enjoy the weather today."

He slowly sipped his coffee while typing back a reply with his free hand.

"Maybe? I'm not really a morning person, you know I get up just because I have to."

"Well who knows, it's not like we can find out now anyway. Anyhowww, I hope your day goes well! I know it rarely does with Valentino's tantrums and Alastor screwing up your stuff but still!"

"Forever the optimist huh?"

"Nah, I just think today would go great for both of us. Call it a hunch."

Vox just rolled his eyes before putting the phone down.

He was thankful he'd been drinking coffee, otherwise there was no way he could conceal the grin that threatened to break out on his face.

Though, what he hadn't expected were the other two Vees to be staring at him like he'd grown three heads.

He glanced between them and suspiciously raised an eyebrow.

What was going on in their minds?

"Vox, who the hell were you on the phone with?"

Velvette spoke first, crossing her arms and staring at the overlord in question with narrowed eyes.

Did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?

Vox didn't bother answering her question, just continuing to drink his coffee.

"Oh come on Voxy~ you haven't been spending much time with me either~"

Next came Valentino's whining, stretching along of his hands to sensually stroke his colleague's arm.

To which Vox just pulled away from the moth's grasp and made an odd expression.

The other two Vees knew what that was.

Disgust and annoyance.

It's never happened before to Vox's knowledge-

It's never happened that Valentino's hands on him just felt so... wrong.

Especially when the pimp overlord used to warm his bed or even take him for a rough night to forget the day's stresses and problems.

Nights that Vox had completely forgotten over the course of time he'd been chatting with you.

Nights that became less and less of an occurrence when your friendship blossomed.

All to the point they'd stopped entirely.

It was a subconscious decision, a bad habit he didn't notice that changed until today.

Of course- his reaction didn't sit well with the moth.

"You fucking asshole! Who the hell is it Vox?! Have you been fucking another whore behind my back?!"

Vox felt his blood boil, he didn't know even know why-

Why he felt so... angry for you.

Angry that Valentino thought you were just another fling.

Angry that you'd been disrespected and called a "whore".

He let out a frustrated sigh and put his coffee mug down.

So much for having a pleasant morning like you'd hoped for him.

"I don't owe either of you an explanation. I don't need to justify why I've been doing the things I have nor do I need to always tell you guys what I'm doing."

Vox glared at both his colleagues, the words ended up spilling from his mouth before he could stop them.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt protective of you, even when he knew neither Valentino or Velvette could capitalize on your peculiar situation without his help anyway.

Not that they'd want to.

You weren't anything special to them.

Not a person of power, influence or even wealth.

You were just you.

A person who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Or well, by conventional standards.

You always told Vox you didn't think so, sometimes even going as far to call his company a blessing in disguise.

Ha, as if.

"It's nothing big anyways, you're just making a fuss."

Valentino slammed his fist on the table when Vox brushed him off.

Did he fucking think he was better than them or something?!

Tensions rose high in the room, until the familiar sound of a phone buzzing caught the attention of all three.

It wasn't Velvette.

It wasn't Valentino either.

Which only left Vox.

The technology overlord sprung up from his chair to grab the device which was just nonchalantly resting on the table.

But he wasn't quite fast enough.

Velvette swiped the device before he could grab it and unlocked the device.

Of course she'd know all the passwords, who do you think managed all the Vees social media accounts?

Though, what she saw nearly made her drop the phone.

"You've been talking to a LIVING person this entire time and you hadn't told us?! How long has this been going on for Vox?!"

Velvette screeched, causing the overlord in question to cringe from her tone.

Blegh... she was like a haughty child.

Valentino's reaction wasn't any better, ripping the phone out of Vel's hands and just continuing to yell at Vox.

At this point, he'd just turned his hearing sensitivity all the way down.

At any rate, his day was pretty much ruined already thanks to them sticking their noses in his business.

"'Professor's being a bitch again, how's your day been going?' Vox who the fuck is this?!"

"Just someone who got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing special."

"Uh huh, you wouldn't be so protective if they weren't special to you."

Valentino was about to type out an angry reply to you before the phone in his hand erupted into sparks and frayed wires.

Vox didn't want to resort to it, but he could always just get a replacement phone.

Better than you possibly getting the wrong idea.

Even if he had to explain later on that his colleagues were not really happy that he'd hid this situation from them.

"We will continue this conversation later, I have a broadcast in ten minutes and I cannot be fucking late."

With that, he'd left both Velvette and Valentino irritated and angry with him beyond belief.

Stepping back into his bedroom, Vox leaned back against the closed door with a sigh.

Just a year ago and he would have thought nothing of your situation.

He wouldn't have cared if his colleagues found out-

Hell, he would've probably encouraged them to bother and annoy you.

If they even took advantage, he wouldn't have batted an eye.

But now...

Vox rubbed a clawed hand over his screen.

What in Lucifer's name was fucking wrong with him?

A/N: 👀 Voxy is just confused and stressed, the story can't all be sunshine and rainbows but this isn't exactly angst? All this drama while our dear (Y/N) is just going about her day HAHAHAHAHA- So here have some tension on a plate while I go back to making more lighthearted stuff :)

[bebe-writes-stuff]

JJK oneshots for a couple days because I'm working on a full fic but I need to quench yalls thirst in the meantime. (Yuji)

"Yuji."

No answer.

"Yuujii."

Still. No answer.

"Bitch. Answer me."

His vacant stare abruptly snapped back into focus, as if returning from a distant reverie. Suddenly pouting at your insult,

"What was that for?" He muttered childishly.

"Well, did you just call me into your room IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT just to stare at me or do you have something to tell me. And it better be important, I wanted to sleep." Your tone conveyed a mix of irritation and tiredness.

He cleared his throat and sat up, "Y-yeah actually, I wanted to tell you something. It's kind of embarrassing."

"Oh. Are you talking about that time you accidently ripped your pants when we were fighting that curse at the mall?" You said in an unserious, silly tone.

"DEFINITELY NO, and you promised to never bring that up again!" He blushed and shouted.

Unable to contain your laughter, which echoed with a lighthearted and warm tone. Your eyes sparkled with amusement as you observed your blushing friend, whose cheeks were adorned with a rosy hue.

"Y/n, I like you."

The atmosphere fell into a hushed silence, and you fell quiet.

"W-what?" a sudden wave of surprise and embarrassment washed over you, the unexpected confession had caught you off guard.

Even Yuji seemed a little stunned by his boldness, maybe it was your laughter that encouraged him and made him reach out and cupping both of your hands into his, looking you straight in the eyes as he continued,

"Y/n, I've really enjoyed our time together. You mean a lot to me, seriously, and I can't keep it to myself any longer—I have a crush on you-" Despite the risk of rejection, Yuji could no longer contain himself, it was like a load had been lifted off his shoulders. In this moment, Yuji was ready to spill his heart for you.

"Yuji, damnit, just shut up." Unable to hold back the overwhelming affection any longer, suddenly reaching out and tenderly placed a kiss on the other's lips. The kiss served as a silent agreement, a sweet punctuation mark to your shared feelings.

Before you could pull back, Yuji's hands shot out pulling you in closer, his hand tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, further showing his need for you. Earning a small whimper from you as he tugged on your hair firmly, keeping you in his embrace. Suddenly before you could grasp, Yuji was pushing you back until you were laying on his bed trapped under him while gasping for air. On top of you, pinning you to the bed, Yuji was in the grip of desire, aflame with passion, yearning for you. A heat lingering in his gaze.

"God, fuck. You know, I didn't think you had it in you to take the lead." You teased.

"C'mon Yuji, show me your love and lust."

Part 2?? Also should I do Megumi or Yuta next?

[l0vem41l]

heart for brains.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort-esque but not really, fluff (?) sensitive reader who loooves being tough, a few pet names are used (darling, lovely—) but sparingly because i can never take things seriously 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic </3 」

↳ ft. asra alnazar, julian devorak, lucio morgasson, muriel of the kokhuri, nadia satrinava, portia devorak

author's note: less of the “One Bad Thing happened and it fucking destroyed me” type of sensitive even though that’s so real and valid and more of the "big emotions are slowly killing me always" type. sorry if they're slightly ooc! i'm playing the game again,,,, eventually :> need to get their dialogue right AWIOFJWRIHFW (┬┬﹏┬┬) more lighthearted in lucio’s part (cant stand this bitch!!!!! /affectionate), and unfortunately nadia’s and portia’s are criminally short (；′⌒`)........ i love them i just haven’t played their routes also also!!!! used some borders from @cafekitsune in this!! lmk if it makes things easier to read cuz i might keep it! (☆-ｖ-)

" life's hard when you're soft. "

▸ ASRA has grown the most familiar with your routine. you’re not quite fragile, as he’s come to discover— just that you tend to swallow your emotions down with a smile, only for them to rise back up at the slightest inconvenience. in a few moments— as predicted— the tears stinging in your eyes finally begin slipping.

he gently cups your face, even as you attempt to hide away and avert your gaze, drying your cheeks with his fingers. you swear to him, through mumbles and sobs that you’re trying to toughen up— you’re really trying— while insisting there’s no reason for you to be upset about your little predicament while you choke back the sob rising in your throat. they know you too well for those feeble attempts to convince them.

“shhh… it’s alright. it’s alright.” asra’s voice is understanding. patient. they wouldn’t care if you were crying over the smallest matter in the universe right now. all their focus is on calming you down.

while asra believes and insists that your capacity for strong emotions is a blessing and not a curse like you tend to think, he does wish that your tenderness would not be so abused by the world around you. at the end of the day, he reminds you that you’ve got his love— that he’ll always be there to wipe your tears away— but will always secretly wonder to himself about why you continue to be so recklessly kind.

even so, you’re never to blame for your big heart in their eyes. and slowly, everything they do to make the world a better place is in hope that one day, the world will be sweeter to you.

▸ JULIAN does quietly and internally freak out when he first sees you cry— not because he doesn’t know what to do, but rather because he hadn’t expected seeing you, out of all people, like this. you— the person who always seemed to find something to be happy about instead of dwelling on your misery. you— who frequently brushed off inconveniences and upsetting circumstances with little to no thought. you— who always bounced back, always saw it through.

oh, but he could never be upset with you for crying. not at all.

he knows he can’t just leave you sobbing your eyes out. so, with the sensibility that he has, he gently guides you to a quiet place for you and allows you to lean against him. he’ll attempt to talk you through it, even if you don’t feel like speaking, hoping that the one-sided conversation of his ramblings will at least distract you, if not soothe you.

your head to his chest, he takes one of your hands in his, while the other gently grips your hip. tells you how brave and strong you are— even if you don’t seem particularly inclined to believe him at the moment, shooting a small glare at him through watery eyes as he says these things.

“i wasn’t patronizing you,” he says, eyebrows raising slightly as your shoulders tense, “i mean it.”

you take a deep breath, gauging the sincerity of his words, before finally relaxing.

“‘m sorry… it’s stupid— i know it is. you shouldn’t have to do this.” you sniffle.

for a moment, julian only shakes his head in response, his thumb caressing the top of your hand as he squeezes it. “but darling, i want to.”

while he’s not as attuned with your emotions as asra, julian is good at getting you to calm down. will definitely do a few breathing exercises with you to help you ground yourself, in between his affirmations and reassurances.

▸ is it really all that surprising that LUCIO is completely clueless? in his eyes, everything was going completely fine for you two seconds ago— or so it seemed. here he was, just coming by to check on you, only to watch you crumple into yourself, hiding your face in your hands as you muttered a half-hearted “go away.”

he’s too stubborn to listen to that. besides, even he knows he’d be a massive asshole if he just left you like this. instead, lucio sits right next to you, shoulder pressed up to yours, and asks about what happened. perhaps pester is a better word.

while not intentionally rude, he’s slightly dismissive of the situation at first, wondering why in the world something so trivial would matter so much to you. it takes a second, but lucio backpedals on this immediately when he realizes you're not calming down, you're getting worse. your breathing grows quicker and more tears spill— you don’t even reply to him. oopsies. silent comfort it is.

he’s not completely useless. instead of using words, he’ll put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, allowing you to cry it out for as long as you need. part of you wants to question when he gained the capacity to shut up— but you don’t feel the need to be particularly snarky at the moment. he’s trying his best to be sweet to you.

will be more attentive for the days after, assuring you that you needn’t give into the urge to “toughen up” when he’s around.

“stay soft, i can fight.” he grins, giving you a wink that makes you roll your eyes at him almost instinctively.

still, the tiny laugh that escapes your lips ends up betraying any sort of exasperation you meant to convey as you playfully hit his bicep as you tell him to quit. was his tone light hearted? yes. was he kidding? of course not. 

▸ there’s a moment where your lip quivers and your eyes water up that makes MURIEL feel like he’s looking into a reflection of himself somehow. his heart sinks completely at the sight of you breaking down, as he searches for the right thing to say.

he’s flooded with relief when you make an attempt to speak first, even if it’s just you stumbling over your words to lie directly to his face.

you take in a shaky breath, awkwardly shrinking yourself away by crossing your arms. “it’s fine, it doesn’t matter—”

“it matters to me.” he replies softly.

muriel is much better at listening than he is at speaking in these situations, so he allows you to vent all you need as you cry. you feel these emotions so deeply, so strongly— he wonders how you managed for so long concealing these feelings.

“yeah… i get it.” he murmurs, nodding when you rant. to his horror, the tone comes out much more blunt than intended— almost sarcastic— but you know that he understands the minute you look into his eyes. he’s nothing but honest.

after a moment of silence, he asks what you need. you don’t verbalize, instead opting for awkwardly gesture with open arms, half expecting him to hesitate at your request. instead, much to your surprise and his he simply brings you close and sets you on his lap. holding you in his arms like he’s afraid you might break if he tightens the embrace any further, muriel hugs you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe.

leans more on acts of service as a form of comfort as well. will bring you water, blankets— will even brave the market to buy you your favorite snack. anything for you.

▸ NADIA’s first attempt is to deal with it logically. initially, she asks you a lot of questions, asks what she can do better— but ceases the minute you struggle to respond, only shaking your head while the words incoherently fall from your lips between sobs.

she sighs, realizing her short-comings. now isn’t the time for problem solving. you need comfort. “forgive me, lovely. i didn’t mean to upset you further.”

LUCIO TAKE FUCKING NOTES.

her embrace is loving. it almost feels like she’s trying to shield you from the world and it’s harshness towards you. nadia plants a kiss to your temple before allowing you to rest your head on her shoulder. as you stay in her arms, she rubs your back, promising that everything will be alright.

she’ll make sure of it too. will 100% throw a sharp glare at anyone who accidentally intrudes on this moment.

▸ it’s almost instinctual, the way PORTIA responds. you haven’t said a thing, yet she notes the way your hands begin trembling, eyes brimming with tears. she immediately gets protective, asking which idiot made you feel so upset with full intention to beat their ass if she ever crossed paths with them— but questions no further when you don’t reply.

physically affectionate as ever, with your permission, portia kisses your tears away, pressing her lips to your face sweetly as she cradles it in her hands.

will not baby you for being sensitive, but will grow more defensive of you. of course she knows you can handle yourself like you keep on reminding, but you’ve been doing it for so long. too long. shows you that she’s right there to support you no matter what, always on your side.

" you've got our love "

— reblogs always appreciated!

[dinitride-art]

“I thought that if I tried hard enough- if I was going to fall in love with a girl it would be El.”

Lucas looks at Mike. He’s staring off into the distance. Blinking eyes and shuddering breathes. Lucas doesn’t know what to do.

So he lets him talk. It sounds like he’s needed to for a while.

“But it didn’t-,” Mike’s voice cracks and he looks at Lucas with a plea in his eyes. “It didn’t work.”

Oh.

“I- I’m-. I think- I’m,” Mike looks away again, and Lucas watches him try to force words through his lips that he really doesn’t have to.

Lucas has known Mike and Will for too long to not know what this is about.

Mike starts to tremble, tears battling their way out of his eyes, and Lucas hugs him. When they pull away, Lucas starts to talk.

“Mike, you’re my best friend… and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice some things.”

Mike looks at him with wide eyes, “what?”

Lucas smiles, “you and Will, man. You’ve always been different with Will.”

“Oh… You noticed that?”

“Hard not to… but I think I finally started to understand when you made me bike all the way across town in a rainstorm to apologize to him. When really, it was just you who was apologizing.”

Mike glares at Lucas.

“And thinking about it now, you’ve always been way too protective of him. And a lot nicer to him than you are to anyone else in the party,” Lucas is on a roll now, there are years worth memories finally starting to make sense. Mikes never going to live this one down.

“Hey, wait a minute-.”

“And it’s always been Mike and Will, and then the party. Because apparently you two are just a package deal and then there’s me and Dustin and Max and even El. Like that used to make me feel like you two thought you were better than us… but it makes more sense knowning that…”

“…That I’m in love with him?” Mike admits quietly.

“Yeah. Knowing that you’ve been in love with him this whole time, man-.”

“-wait I thought you were done-.”

“Nope, this will never be over. I have years worth of this shit man. Years.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Lucas laughs.

Mike’s tone changes from lighthearted back to how it was closer to the start of their conversation, “I didn’t expect this to go well. I just needed to tell someone because I kinda felt like I was going to die if I didn’t. So, thank you for not… I don’t even know.”

“Hey, I’m sorry that I made you think that this could’ve gone badly. I-,” Lucas stops, remembering things from years ago. And remembering the look on Mike’s face. “Shit, man, I’m sorry that I was such a dick to you about El.”

“It’s fine. I probably deserved it. It wasn’t I wasn’t being a dick to you too.”

“Still, Mike. This is different.”

“Yeah, it is. I am.”

“…do you think Will is too?”

Mike stares at him, “what? No? I don’t know? Probably not. Why?”

“Well, since you and El broke up. And you’ve been hopelessly in love with Will-“

“Hopelessly?”

“For years. Maybe, it’s time for operation H.E.A.R.T.”

“What the fuck is operation heart, Lucas.”

“Help exhausting asshole with relationship troubles.”

“This was a mistake actually- I’m leaving.”

Lucas laughs and Mike buries his head in his hands.

“But seriously though. Thank you,” Mike says.

“There is nothing to thank me for.”

And Lucas means it. Mike has been his best friend for years and he’s seen how this was tearing him apart. He didn’t understand what it was, but he does now.

And now he’s got a new goal. Get Mike Wheeler a boyfriend.

Because he’s known Will as long as he’s known Mike. And they’re both absolutely hopeless.

———

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk- I am a Mike comes out to Lucas first truther

[scatorcciogf]

omd lottienat x reader nsfw alphabet… 😇

omg i immediately thought of them too..not entirely satisfied with this because i'm tired from drawing all day but!! ¬ warnings: fem + sub reader, light bdsm, dom!lottienat :D mdni!!!

a = aftercare; what does aftercare look like with them? → nat is more verbal — telling you you did well, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, subtly reminding you she doesn’t mean any insults she might throw your way while fucking you. lottie is an actions over words kind of person — she’ll draw you a bath, cuddle you, leave gentle kisses all over your body while nat is talking with you. basically, you’re getting pampered.

b = baby; how do they feel about petnames/honourifics? do they change when in the bedroom? → i think lottie is more keen on them. she’d call you baby normally and a good girl during sex, and she’d absolutely get off on you calling her mommy. nat mainly calls the both of you by your name/nickname in both cases

c = camera; who likes to send nudes to the others? have they ever made a sex tape - would they ever? → nat definitely sends the most nudes, especially when you’re in the middle of doing something and she knows it’d be very distracting. regarding the sex tape, though, i think that would moreso be lottie’s thing. she’d love to have a video of nat and her fucking your brains out and make you watch it so you can see how pretty you are when you come.

d = dressing up; how do they feel about lingerie? who likes to wear it for the others? → lottie seems like she’d love a good lingerie set (either p̶u̶r̶p̶l̶e̶  heliotrope or black). nat is a bit more masc, and definitely not as into wearing it as she is into seeing it on you or lottie.

e = edging; is anyone into orgasm control? who is on the receiving end? → oh, both of them love torturing you. nat is more into orgasm denial — teasing and edging you for hours on end, while lottie enjoys the overstimulation that comes after more. they’re both there the whole time, it’s just that nat prefers making you squirm from the lack of touch while lottie is the opposite :) 

f = fair; does anyone like to tease? who doesn’t respond well to it? → again, nat loves seeing you get desperate as she teases you. i think she’d be a particularly big fan of dragging out the foreplay so you’re dripping by the time she actually decides to touch you where you need it the most. hearing you whimper and whine under her is possibly her favorite part of it

g = good; is praise something that’s used often? who does it have the biggest effect on? → i think lottie is a big advocate for verbal affirmations in general, and it definitely shows during sex. both in that she loves asking you to be good and then praising you if you manage to obey, but also in that it turns her on when either you or nat tell her how good she’s making you feel or how beautiful she is.

h = horny; who gets turned on the easiest/most often? how do they show it? → i think both nat and lottie have high sex drives, they just show it differently. nat is more direct. she’ll just sit on your lap or come up to you from behind and start doing whatever she knows will turn you on the fastest. lottie is more subtle — she’ll also do things to turn you on, but she’ll act innocent if you mention it, pretending like none of it is on purpose.

i = instigation; who, more often than not, is the one to instigate sex? → like i said, both of them have pretty high libido, so i think it’s an even split. maybe nat simply because lottie, like… actually has a job… and other things to do…

j = joker; who stays on the serious side, and who’s more lighthearted? → lottie takes it very seriously. she can be a tease when she’s in the mood, but she’s generally someone who considers sex to be very intimate and a way for you to be even closer. nat usually focuses more on the pleasure side of things, rather than the emotions, so if anyone would take it less seriously, it’s her. i feel like it’s always an intense experience either way though.

k = kinky; who’s the kinkiest? what are they into, and how do their partners participate (if at all)? → omg this might be a hot take but i genuinely think lottie would be kinkier. nat is maybe more open about being into stuff like bondage or dom/sub dynamics, but i can see lottie being really into some more fucked up shit 😭😭 what that entails is entirely up to you, but either way she would never want you nor nat to do something you’re not comfortable with

l = lick; who enjoys giving head? who likes receiving it? → it’s nat’s preferred way of being fucked, while it’s lottie’s preferred way of fucking you (+ nat). for nat it’s just about preferring it over the stimulation she’d get from fingers or a strap on, while for lottie it’s a way for her to worship your body.

m = middle; who likes to be in the middle of their partners? on the other hand, who prefers to focus on everyone else? → you’re definitely the one that’s bottoming most of the time, but since i see nat as someone who still enjoys being on the receiving end too, while lottie is more of a giver, i think it also wouldn’t be uncommon for nat to have you go down on her while lottie is fucking you from behind. maybe they’d also make you earn your orgasm by being a good girl and making both of them cum first :]

n = no; what’s off the table for each of them? → anything that reminds them of the wilderness. for nat that mostly means stuff like knives/blood, for lottie it’s that + any form of (body) worship.

o = overnight; what happens when they’re finished? do they like to turn in for the night, or do they stay up? → i think both of them are the type of person to stay up and talk after you’re done, but they tend to talk about different things. nat talks about random things, while lottie is more of a sap that talks about how much you both mean to her and how good you were.

p = place; where do they like to have sex? what’s a building/area that’s off limits for one reason or another? → i think the bedroom is just the most convenient place considering there’s three of you, and also because for lottie it adds to the intimacy, which is important to her like i already mentioned

q = quiet; do they like to have anything on in the background, or do they prefer silence? → i feel like lottie might be into some binaural beats type of shit playing in the background… but it’d be so quiet that you can barely hear it anyway

r = restraints; does anyone like bondage? who’s the one to tie them up? → they definitely both like tying you up!! i think nat also might enjoy getting tied up by lottie in the times when it’s just the two of them, but with you she prefers being the dominant one, so it’s not something you’ve done often

s = submission; who likes to submit? what are they like when they do, and what roles do the others assume? → they both like being dominant </3 lottie is usually gentle while nat is more rough with it, but i think she’d also enjoy ‘fighting’ for dominance with you. but if you expressed the desire to experiment and try something different they’d be up for it ofc

t = toys; are toys used? who uses them on who? → oh you know the lottienat strap game is insane… being on all fours for them so lottie can fuck you from behind while you’re sucking nat’s dick >.< or they’d take turns with you, fucking you until you can’t take it anymore

u = uniform; would they ever roleplay? if so, what’s the fantasy and dynamic? → hmm maybe it’s because it’s not a turn on for me personally but i also can’t see either of them being particularly into it either. if you DID do it tho, it’d still definitely be something based on a sub/dom power dynamic, like some teacher/student type of thing

v = voyeur; does anyone take pleasure in watching everyone else? → i think lottie would get a lot of pleasure out of watching you and nat, but i think they’d also definitely make you watch them and not be able to touch yourself as punishment if you’re being a brat

w = window; has anyone got an exhibitionist streak? what’s the closest they’ve come to getting caught? → both of them would find the idea of getting caught more annoying than arousing, so it’s a no for both. that’s more shauna’s thing hehe

x = x marks the spot; who knows their partners, and the way to get them in the mood, the best? → definitely lottie! she’s very analytical during sex, making sure she takes mental notes on what works best for both you and nat. nat also knows exactly how to drive you wild, but it’s based on instinct more than anything else

y = yours; what does dirty talk look like for them? → they have opposite approaches. nat would degrade you, call you a slut, lightheartedly make fun of you whenever you’d get really turned on from her teasing. lottie would call you a good girl, ask you if you’re going to be good for mommy, talk about how beautiful you are when they’re fucking you.

z = zealous; who’s most eager to please? you? 🤔

[dmercer91]

could you do nsfw hcs for trevor zegras

nsfw headcanons, tz11

he’s soooo 🥴 like who needs to look like that???

trevor is just a brat.

essentially choosing the vibes of the night every night cause he’s got daydreams of him fucking you a trust they’ll be made real

fucking your throat always

loving on you in a way that makes it known he’s prepping you to be used however he pleases for a better part of the night

chuckling at your requests to slow down or your incoherent babbles

chuckling at literally any of your attempts to assert any kind of power

unless of course he’s politely requesting to do unspeakable (new) things to you- in which case he’s suddenly leaving sweet kisses all over your jaw and tummy

if he’s giving you head and you start to close your legs he just pries them open and mumbles incoherently to make you even worse off

blatant jealousy issues that directly translate to marking you up

blatant jealousy issues that directly translate to having you mark him up. cause he wants everyone to see that he takes good care of you, he’s real proud of his scratch marks

big fan of making you watch him in a mirror while you’re perched up in his lap.

he sends some risky texts/pictures (videos too) while he’s on roadies and if he’s ever graced with some in return he sends voice memos telling you how pretty you are and just overall praising your entire existence

he buys you toys just so he gets to watch you squirm from them

10/10 passtime for him is holding a wand to your clit and watching you writhe. he’s got hooded eyes and parted lips- truly he’s so enamoured with your pleasure

“oh, baby. does that feel good?” while he’s literally about to cream his boxers listening to you whimper his name

you let him train your throat and he thinks it’s the hottest thing on the face of the planet when it pays off

the first time he slid all the way in with no resistance he immediately had to back out and give himself a second

“fuck. you’re molded to fit me, aren’t you? you were carved straight from heaven just for me to have. mine”

he’s just obsessed with you

he’ll never get enough

that shitpost that was like ‘i can’t fix him. i can fuck him though, that’ll calm him down’ that’s trevor

he likes to make you try and ride him after you’ve already come far too many times and when you’re doing an overall questionable job he cooes and teases that you’re too fucked out to be good for him

then he starts meeting the rolls of your hips and you jolt and stop completely so you can grip onto him

he puts on a strong facade to mask how good you make him feel and it’s rare that he slips unless you’re sucking him off

he likes missionary with your legs hooked over his shoulders cause he likes to look down at you when you scream for him.

he usually props a pillow under your back and you always try to rid of it or squirm away to avoid overstimulation and he gets a good chuckle from it

the very first time you guys went all night and every time since he’ll give you ‘intermission’ which to him was just incessant teasing while he desensitized

blowing on your clit to watch you jump from the cool air

nipping at the skin of your thighs

coaxing you into his arms so he can tie your wrists to the headboard and get you ready for more

rewarding you with kisses before telling you he’s getting you a surprise and coming back with an eye cover

him genuinely asking if you trust him and his heart and cock twitching when you say yes and mean it

promising him you’ll tell him when enough’s enough and you need a break or to stop

him promising you he’ll learn you like you’re his major for the rest of his life so he can make you feel like absolute heaven and him doing good at keeping that promise

soft moments or lighthearted jokes when you’re overwhelmed before he asks if you want to clean up or keep going

him always giving the sweetest aftercare even if he was soft that night cause he knows that regardless he draws it out

no seriously quickies are like his personal hell he would rather just be late

cleaning you up with a cool cloth or running you a bath and giving you a scalp massage

drying you off and putting you in loose clothes so you don’t feel constricted

putting a little of his cologne on the neck of his shirt you’re wearing to comfort you

cuddling you up on the couch and putting on a movie while he changes the sheets, puts everything away, sets up some water and ibuprofen for the morning in case, and orders your comfort foods

swaddling you up in his arms while you eat and after you eat and peppering you with so so many kisses

you playing with his hair while you doze off and him carrying you to your bed once the movies over

[fandomxpreferences]

Don’t Hate the Player

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader

TW:mild violence I guess?

Summary: You and JJ take games way too seriously.

Word count:800 (this is just a short idea I couldn’t get out of my head)

A little-known fact about you and JJ is that you’re both extremely competitive. Like, flip the table, throw a video game controller, game nights are-a-thing-of-the-past-competitive. 

Especially if you’re competing against each other. 

It all came to a screeching halt one night when you were all wrestling each other playfully. It was lighthearted until it wasn’t. 

You and JJ were the final two after beating everyone else, and it was meant to be a winner-vs-winner match to see who takes the metaphorical trophy. 

However, neither of you were willing to give up and after twenty minutes of headlocks and thrashing around, the rest of the pogues pulled you apart and kept you separate the rest of the night. 

So you can imagine their shock and horror when they came back to the Chateau to find you and JJ settling into a not-so-friendly game of Mario Kart. 

They all look at each other with worry swimming in their eyes and approach the two of you as if you’re rabid animals about to bite. 

“Hey there. Uh, whatcha doin’?”

You look up at John B with a quirked eyebrow and nod your head toward the screen as if it’s obvious. 

“Um playing Mario Kart?”

Your answer is phrased as a question, genuinely not understanding where the confusion lies. 

He nods his head slowly and glances at Sarah. 

“Right, it’s just that last time you two did that I had to get a new lamp.”

JJ's face contorts into a mixture of offense and irritation as he huffs.

“That was one time JB, and we said we were sorry!”

He sounds genuinely exasperated and John B extends a hand as if to defend himself. 

“I know, sorry I said anything.”

It comes out rushed like he’s frantically trying to disarm a bomb and JJ relaxes back into the couch. 

No one else says anything, but they all take seats a safe distance away as the two of you choose your build and start the race. 

The first couple of rounds are civil, and if the five people that have a protective layer of pillows covering them didn’t know better, they’d think you were just a cute couple spending time together. 

However all good things must end, and on the third race, it gets more heated. 

“Oh fuck you, Maybank! You knocked me out of first with that goddamn turtle shell!”

Everyone flinches back, waiting for flying debris as JJ laughs maniacally. 

“Don’t hate the player, baby. Hate the game.”

You desperately try to regain your place and the two of you are neck and neck as JJ speeds past the finish line. 

His hands fly up in victory as he lets out a celebratory cheer and you stew in anger. 

“This is bullshit.”

Sarah winces at your biting complaint and you slam the buttons as you start a new race. 

You lean with the controller as you drift around the sharp curves and JJ is right on your tail. 

“I’m so gonna get your ass.” He taunts and you slap the controller out of his hands as you cross the checkered line. 

“I’m gonna get your ass for real if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

His head snaps to look at you but your eyes stay on the screen as you ignore his burning gaze.

“Fine, so that’s how it’s gonna be.”

Pope shifts nervously at the half-flirting-half-serious banter and gulps. 

You continue on like this for a while, covering each others eyes and grabbing at each other's hands. In the last round though things take a turn for the worst.

You hit JJ with a lightning bolt which puts him in fifth and he growls.

“Don’t hate the player, baby. Hate the game.” You repeat mockingly and he hits you with a pillow. 

The controllers are quickly discarded as you hit him back, and an all-out pillow fight commences.

“I knew this was a bad idea.” Kiara whispers, and she’s promptly smacked with a stuffed animal that was launched across the living room.

“Oh hell no.”

She springs up and before you know it, the seven of you are laughing and dodging swings left and right. 

You land a fatal blow to the side of JJ's head and he falls back dramatically, crumbling into a heap on the floor. 

“Okay, fine! I’m waving the white flag!”

You stand over him menacingly with the battered pillow held above your head ready to strike again. 

“And?” 

He groans and covers his face, preparing to be hit. 

“And you’re the prettiest girl on the planet and the best girlfriend ever who I love more than anything.”

He tries and you cock your head to the side.

“And?” You press, eliciting a defeated groan from the blonde. 

“And you’re the ultimate Mario Kart champion.”

His answer pleases you and he smiles as you drop your weapon.

“That’s what I thought.” 

You offer a hand and pull him up, giving him a sweet kiss once he’s back on his feet. 

“You’re ruthless.”

John B laughs in agreement behind him and slaps him on the back.

“Just be glad it wasn’t the remote this time.”

[suugarbabe]

Hi, I hope you’re doing fine❤️ I love your fics! If it’s not a problem i would like to please request Theo Nott + soulmate trope where before the soulmates meet they sometimes throughout the day feel each other’s sensations (I don’t mean feeling, mostly just things like touch, pain, smell, taste) and Theo is kind of an annoying soulmate for the reader because he drinks black coffee all the time and the reader hates it and also he has all these quidditch practices and fights so she often wakes up with bruises and all that? But it’s all lighthearted and fluffy if it’s not a problem haha. Thanks ❤️

soulmate tropes are honestly one of my favorite because you can do so much with it, it's always a fun time.

You slouched in your seat next to Luna at breakfast as the sudden taste of straight black and bitter coffee consumed your senses. You nearly gagged, causing Luna's face to turn to one of soft concern.

"Black coffee again?" You nodded, "Yeah, and ribs are fucking killing me, I woke up with a huge purple bruise on the back of them and my jaw is sore. I swear to Merlin, whoever my soulmate is is about to get a howler from me because this is just ridiculous."

"Blaise and I think we know who it is if you'd like me to share it with you." Luna said it like she asked if you wanted to know who was on the cover of the Quibbler this month. Her ability to discuss anything like it was just normalcy and average never ceased to amaze you.

You stared at her and she just stared back, small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. "Yes, Luna. Please tell me because I need to confront him."

Luna took a bite of her blueberry muffin, "Did you know that the reason why some blueberries are sweet and some are sour is because gnomes actually-"

"Luna!"

"Oh, yes, right. It's Theodore Nott." She says it like it's obvious. Like you should have know this whole time. But now that you think about it, it makes perfect sense. The bruises, the soreness, the smell of broomstick wax that will assault your nose.

You looked toward the Slytherin table in search for sandy brown curls. "He already left for class," Luna's voice cut in to your inner thoughts. "Erm, right, thanks Luna. I'll see you at lunch?" She nodded, "The four of us can sit together. Have a good talk with Theodore."

You thanked her, setting off down the hall toward your first class. Your plan was to search for Theo during your free period, but as fate would have it, you spotted him down the corridor.

You pushed through the crowded hall until you had to practically crane your neck to look up at the man in front of you. You reached out, boldly grabbing his arm, "Theo, we need to talk."

He looked down, slight confusion on his face. "Go on, bruv. I'll see you in class," Blaise gave you a subtle wink before walking off.

You pulled Theo to the side, giving the illusion to yourself that you had some privacy. "Been smelling vanilla lately, Theo?" you crossed your arms as you leaned back against the corridor wall.

Theo quirked an eyebrow, "How did you now that?"

You sighed, "Because that's the scent of my shampoo." Theo placed a hand on the wall behind you, the other gently cupping your face as he leaned down, gently pressing his nose to the crown on your head.

"So what you're suggesting then is-"

"We're soulmates," you cut him off, "and I am seriously angry with you."

Theo scoffed, the hand that once cupped your face now placed on his own hip, "Why? What did I do?"

You lifted your school shirt high enough for Theo to see the deep purple bruise on your ribs. He quickly grabbed your hand, forcing your shirt back down and scanning the hall, making sure no one else was looking.

"Are you mental?" The slight protectiveness in Theo's tone made your stomach flutter. "Are you mental? What happened to you? Get in another fight? Because we're going to have a problem."

Theo chuckled softly, "Well the one you should have a problem with is Bole because he's the one who hit me with the bludger at practice yesterday."

You frowned, "I'll fight the git, where is he?"

Theo couldn't contain the look on his face, "Calm down, anima gemella, we can't both be fighters."

You looked up at his big blue eyes, "Oh, darling. You have no idea what you're in for."

[loveinhawkins]

Thinking again about theater kid Dustin so naturally I had to come to you 💙 Specifically I’m thinking about Dustin auditioning for a community theater production of Jesus Christ Superstar with an eccentric director who convinces Eddie to audition for Judas. He knows his reputation and thinks his notoriety will add an extra meta layer to the role (and get some butts in the seats he’s gotta keep the lights on somehow). Eddie is reluctant to put himself in the spotlight but ultimately does cause Dustin is excited about it. Also he’s really good? He plays it completely sincerely which no one is expecting, really leans into the interpretation that Judas was in love with Jesus and amps up the tragedy. (Afterwards Steve also asks him if that kiss with Jesus is in the script or…?)

i love this so much, thank you for sharing with me! ❤️ theatre kid Dustin is just so incredibly precious & i just love the thought of him having so much fun with it in his future. like i see him as such a little social butterfly, i think everyone in the theatre group would adore him (i’m always so upset when his peers make fun of him at the snow ball, no, that’s my boy!!!)

and oh my god Jesus Christ superstar yes!!! yeah i can see Eddie being so hesitant about it, like the thought of how certain factions of hawkins might still view him makes him nauseous.

but the director—who maybe knows through close-knit community theatre circles that a very young Eddie once played Action in West Side Story (i love your story so much ❤️)—has one last parting shot which convinces him.

“So you never want to have fun ever again?”

… Huh, Eddie thinks.

he still asks for Dustin’s approval, all too concerned with the thought that this is Dustin’s thing and maybe he’s overstepping or something, or—

“Holy shit, that’s some seriously impressive over-thinking,” Dustin says. “You’re my friend, asshole.”

And maybe he says it with a tone, but he means I wanna hang out more with you not less!

so Eddie takes the role and of course he’s brilliant—okay everyone’s got opinions on the auto tune used in Tim Minchin’s rendition but dear god the depths in his eyes, the acting. also maybe the director does a present day take like that version did & Eddie’s jokingly like “I could wear the hellfire tshirt” & the director’s eyes light up & Eddie quickly goes, “No. That was a joke, it wouldn’t even make sense.”—and maybe there’s something empowering in playing this figure when people once said his name and the Devil’s in the same breath.

Maybe, maybe.

and oh we all know who Eddie is thinking about when he’s singing:

I don't know how to love him I don't know why he moves me He's a man, he's just a man He's not a king, he's just the same As anyone I know He scares me so

and

Does he love, does he love me too? Does he care for me?

And oh on a lighthearted note, Steve asking if the kiss is in the script has me in hysterics, especially if this is pre-them getting together.

just the thought of Steve staring grumpily any time there’s a scene with Jesus & Judas—the guy who plays Jesus is maybe like a couple years older than Eddie, not originally from Hawkins perhaps so he’s kinda not fully aware of Eddie’s history & sure, he’s nice, but he’s just not on Eddie’s radar at all.

So when Steve asks if the kiss was in the script (not that he cares! At all! He doesn’t care! Look at how much he doesn’t care!), Eddie stares at him for a long moment and says, “Steve. Did you think I improvved the Bible?”

Dustin, who is also here—currently doing English homework up on a barstool in Steve’s kitchen while Eddie & Steve lounge on the couch—sighs very loudly and says, “How the fuck am I supposed to know what role dialogue plays in Much Ado About Nothing?”

Eddie waves a hand distractedly at him. “Just make it up.”

“I can’t just because my way through Shakespeare,” Dustin says, adds in a huffy undertone, “this isn’t one of your campaigns.”

Eddie mimes being stabbed in the heart. “Oh, betrayal!”

“So it was in the script?” Steve says.

“Oh for—yes, Steve, it was,” Eddie says. “It’s called acting. Also, it was on the cheek.”

“So?”

“So—ugh, just—” Eddie tugs on Steve’s wrist impulsively, while another part of his brain is screaming in vain for him to stop. “Come here.”

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m just showing you how fucking little it—”

I’m never finishing this essay, Dustin thinks. My home life is distracting and chaotic.

And Eddie kisses Steve very very chastely on the cheek, just to show it was nothing, that’s all, but Steve can feel Eddie’s breath on his skin, the warmth of his lips, and Eddie doesn’t really think it through until he does it and then oh shit, his heart is pounding—

“Oh, yup cool,” Steve says. “That’s—yeah, wow, that’s it? Huh. I need some air.”

“From your own house?” Dustin says, to the front door already slamming shut.

And Eddie’s eyes are wide and shiny, like, did I fuck up, and it takes all of Dustin’s self control to not roll his eyes and slam his face into his book.

Then he softens a bit, remembers looking out into the audience and seeing Steve silently crying while Eddie sang You have murdered me.

“You’re so dumb,” Dustin tells Eddie as gently as he can. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Uh.” Eddie blinks. “Did I—should I…?”

Dustin sighs wearily, slings his backpack over his shoulder. And he has a parting shot of his own:

“I’m not waiting through another production for you two to get your shit together.”

[mrscarmenbearzatto]

mae girl! i’ve been living for your carmy stuff. k know you’re just getting back but i’ve been thinking about this idea for a while and i believe the last writer i shared with had gotten deactivated. this might be two ideas instead of one so feel free to do whatever you desire. idk why but would you be down to write some fluff and angst with maybe like married!carmy? maybe something where nat and pete legit ambush carmy and his wife to start talking again? but it like a lighthearted fluffy kinda way at the same time ? utilizing the scene carmy yells at syd as a base- i hate to use that scene as an example but it’s one that comes to mind when writing this atm. anyway, like the reader doesn’t work at the bear but’ll come in on her days off and mornings before her shift to help them open. and carm is already on edge about something going on in the resto and he yells at his wife out of overwhelming frustration. evidently, he’s mad at himself for it after he does it he apologized but she’s all like “no.” and she’s literally giving him the silent treatment. ofc her and nat are besties and loves her sil, so i totally see nat roping pete into getting carmy to come over whilst the reader is already on her way since they haven’t spoken in a while. both nat and pete are literally doing whatever they can to keep these two in separate spaces of the house because neither carm or his wife have any clue they’re there. maybe like y/n is inside with nat and pete meets carmy outside on arrival? the reader is walking towards to the door to out and nat’s still stalling like “so are things with you and my brother?” and the reader scoffs and nat’s just like “still not talking to him huh?” and while the reader grabs the handle slowly opening the door open she’s all like “look, sugar- you know i love your brother, but carmy sometimes can be a piece of shit” and then all you hear is carmy being like “oh, i’m a piece of shit- even after i apologized to you?” and i can just see carmy and the reader being like wth is going on here. idk but nat and pete will sillily have to do the most to get these two the civilly sit down inside of their house to even have anything of a talk. and then nat team tagging with pete to get to the bottom of things and then she lets it slip that y/n had mentioned that they were trying to get pregnant and camry’s just like “wait. what? and carmy already up and ready to talk to her alone. this man would be so loving the first time all like “y/nn can i talk to you in the kitchen for a second?” and then she’s tryna explain and carm out here using her FULL name “in the kitchen now.” just hearing how he’d say it makes me squirm and squeak 😂😩. and she’s just speeding over because she knows he means it when he pulls out the first name. and think with that he’s all just hurt that she told his sister and he hadn’t really said anything- since it was their thing they they were still figuring out. seriously feel free to do whatever you desire. just sharing the same idea i’ll dream about in a few moments. tysm in advance 😭.

- 🥣.

i'm so sorry this took me so long to write, my love! this has nothing to do with you i just got a bit concerned and got lost so many times lmfao, im just dumb like that

ʚɞ

naturally, carmen wants to try to keep his anger away from you. you’re his love, his angel, his everything. the idea that he blew up at you makes him wanna cry but you won’t talk to him, you refuse to in fact until you process what he said.

“why the fuck are you here?! i don’t need you messing shit up and crowding me!” he yelled at you. the memory fresh in your mind. it should be since it’s the only thing you’ve thought about for the past few days.

nat and pete, in their own ways, notice this and take charge. pete thinks you two can handle it but nat chimes in with the, “i know my brother. he can’t handle shit. If this is left up to him to resolve, nothing will happen. i love him but still.”

so they form their plan. pete invites carmy over to set up furniture, catch up, whatever and nat invites you over to talk about the baby and ask for your help with meal prepping. “so, have you and my brother talked about what happened at the restaraunt?” she asks.

you walk over to the couch, putting on your jacket and scarf. you let out a scoff as your answer. “taking that as a no.” nat answers. you put your hand on the doorknob, your back to the front lawn where carmen and pete, unknowing to you, stand.

"look, you know I love Carmen. and you know i want-" you sigh. "i want a family with him, Nat. i want a child, or children, with the guy. but your brother can be a real piece of shit sometimes." You open the door fully at that point, where carmen's now staring at you.

"i'm a piece of shit, after i apologized to you?" carmen asks. you stare at him before looking at pete, then at natalie whose got a guilty smile on her face. "okay. what the hell is this?" You question.

"oh! carmy, hi! i had no idea you were gonna be here. come on in, we'll all have some coffee and we can talk about what's happening." natalie says as she pulls you inside, motioning for carmen to come inside.

he reluctantly agrees, stepping inside as he sits at the dining room table. you stand in the kitchen, far enough away from them.

i think once nat reveals that you told her you want kids his reaction changes. maybe you two talked about it or maybe he doesnt know but either way, he wants to talk to you. that changes things in his mind. because you still want kids with him.

while you and carm work out your own issues, of course nat and pete take credit for it, even though you and carmy are both mad at her. also the idea of carmen using your full name as a way to call you stop oh my gosh