#like it is utter nonsense and not even that funny

[vaguely-concerned]

returnal and deathloop have such a beautifully 🤝 take on the timeloop theme of like... hell is empty and all the devils are here. working on their linked in profiles because as it turns out the human mind given eternity to work with will naturally birth fresh new levels of hell of its own making that a poor devil could never even dream of, and then, grotesquely, perversely, make a home out of that hell. except returnal is doing that extremely well but played very straight, and deathloop is doing it like (looney tunes connotations). and I love it so much for that.

[yzzart]

I read your stuff for Dante and ohmegosh!! Just the kind of fluff one can enjoy after a grueling day ^-^

If you're still interested in Scenarios, how about one where his girl is in danger?

I don't know, I just can't help but picture a scary calm Dante going in to save his girl (maybe even angry enough to activate Devil Trigger) and his girl, safe, if not still freaked out- sees he's still angry, and tries to crack a joke just to help bring her boy back down from the rage- then him just laughing weakly at her joke before pulling her in for a tight but still gentle hug

WANNA KEEP ON ROLLIN', BABY! ── DANTE

── content warnings: F!reader, reference to the anime, mention of Devil Trigger and Sparda, words mentioning violence, jokes and puns.

── word count: 824!

They came to you. — Capable of being neglected, wicked to execute any malevolence, cruelty for exultation, will; sustaining the pure hatred that ran in their blood and determined and unwilling to spread torture and killing to anyone. — And with the assistance of an organization.

It was funny, ironic, in that case, that the characteristics mentioned could, without thinking, fit DARKCOM. — And Dante suspected, knew, that they influenced his location to those damned ones.

The so-called “Lieutenant Arkham” mentioned your name in Dante’s ears as she unnaturally tried to kill him. — She expressed and articulated questions related to you, without conveying the disgust and anger she felt for the demon hunter. — This man held himself back from ripping off, at the very least, her skin entirely.

You have been kidnapped. — Involved, attached to an ambush and enduring, being subjected, to the role of hostage; trying not to go crazy, to convey a horrified and weak reaction. — The weird and wretched white rabbit warned that he would stab the half-demon's weaknesses; from the amulet to the woman he loves.

Sparda's son — a reality that would need time to gain recognition — would not make his father's mistake, leaving and causing the lack of protection and death of his wife. — Even if that means eternal destiny in the underworld or the end of possible humanity.

Damn, that would be, respectfully, extraordinary with a soundtrack in the background. — He couldn't help but think; that was so cheesy, it was Dante's kind of thing.

These things, uttered by the merciless mouth of the disproportionate easter bunny, of “devil trigger” or “true form” that ran through Dante sounded like pure nonsense; something that he, even being a dumb chatterbox, would not think. — Until they revealed themselves to him, they reciprocated his fury, hatred and transformed him into a certain creature that he did not recognize. — However, he feared that his appearance could be a part of who Sparda was.

Dante never saw, verified — or created, relatively, with his imagination and creativity — the true appearance of Sparda; obviously, he heard stories or narratives about him. — But, he heard from those stupid brutes that he looked like the traitorous demon.

Deep down, if he ended up alive, he would delve deeper, searching with efficiency and interest, into the true story of his father. — Without having something trustworthy, or a living witness who wouldn't want to end his skin, Dante would have a long road ahead. — Everyone wanted a piece of him, what a desired man.

Recovering his honesty with himself, Dante only hoped that you would get used to his new image; and he hoped that you would like it too. — He has wings, rocky structures of pure red and lava predominated his body, horns and eyes, terribly, yellow. — It was still him.

It was still Dante.

“Dante?” — ​​Your voice determined strangeness, at the same time, fascination and not insinuating a panic or disgust of the demonic creature before your eyes; carrying an impetuous composure in the environment, which was, totally, destroyed. — “I can’t believe it…?”

“In flesh, bone and claws.” — The altered voice, barely recognized, conveyed feigned enthusiasm, displacing the fury of the previous moment, the man suggested a pun. — “It’s all kind of new to me.” — He tilted his head, feeling the weight of the horns; Dante was taller, not that it changed anything between the height difference between you before his transformation. — “Very new, actually.”

It was recognizable, and somewhat indescribable, that there was a deep mixture of emotions rising in Dante's chest; just as his voice determined frustration and bitter anger. — A disturbance that he began to feel the first second his amulet was taken from him. — And they had almost done the same thing to you.

Sliding your eyes over your boyfriend's robust and impressive, hellish body, you captured lines, reminiscent of lava, shining as he breathed; enraged reactions remained in Dante. — You couldn't judge him, but you also couldn't leave him like that.

“At least you won’t have to worry about transportation, will you?” — Not knowing what to actually do to help him, you had to use his own weapon: his lame puns. — “Is it faster than a plane, big boy?” — ​​You were referring to the wings, which made Dante’s body like his coat.

Sparda's son laughed, exclaiming a sudden and sharp laugh, making your skin crawl as he listened and he could not believe that you would be subject to consuming your comedian side at a time like this.

“I don’t know, ma'aam.” — He moved his body, showing off, and with reason and without problems, your eyes contemplated more than they should, planning something. — “Do you want to find out for yourself?” — Taking control and opening his wings, signaling that he was about to take you out of there, Dante suggested putting the plan into practice. — "Why don’t demons fly first class?"

Yeah, Dante was still Dante.

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: ish-bullying, loser reader, popular gojo and geto, player gojo, mean-ish gojo

fem reader

Satoru didn’t get it at first.

You weren’t the typical bombshell he’d usually go for. To the naked eye, you were just any other girl he’d pass on the street, with neither a face nor a body worth doing a double take. You were average, perhaps a little above at best, but nothing sensational. Your wardrobe was drab, and so was your makeup—if you wore any—he couldn’t really tell—maybe chapstick with a dull tint and some mascara, but nothing flashy. No one would envy him if he had you on his arm—or in his bed. In fact, you were so invisible that looking at you for too long became an eyesore.

He truly didn’t understand it. Why Suguru’s dour gaze always settled on you. What could it possibly be that he saw in you that his six eyes couldn’t? 

He was desperate to figure it out. When he’d asked his raven-haired friend, he’d only spoken a bunch of nonsense that went straight over his head. And so he’d taken matters into his own hands and gone and gotten himself a good look at you up close. And by look, he means bumping straight into you and making you drop all your books onto the floor—scattered papers and everything. 

You’d landed on your butt with a wince—he’d even snuck a peak at your panties in the fall, and still, he didn’t really get what the hype was about. You were just another run-of-the-mill girl—an utter nobody.

He looks down at you with a disappointed grimace, almost frustrated with how utterly mediocre you are. Fully bored with his findings, he’s about ready to give up, ignore you, and walk away without a word, leaving you there in the puddle of your own dismal banality—almost afraid it would rub off on him like a disease.

He’s very nearly convinced he finds your presence utterly disgusting until your voice slips out and stops him dead in his tracks.

“I’m so sorry—are you okay?”

Sweetly nervous and earnestly apologetic, you call out as if he’d not been the one at fault, as if he hadn’t just committed a plain hit-and-run, as if you weren’t the one on the floor and he wasn’t standing there fully unscathed with his hands down his pockets, staring down at you like you were a filthy thing at a zoo.

You look up at him while singing your sorries—big round eyes full of something he wished he could drink—that’s how suddenly parched he felt—breathless. No, hungry. Starving, actually—as if his inner animal had just found the perfect prey.

This is it, he thinks—that thing Suguru has been admiring all this time, that something that makes the otherwise grim line of his lips softly quirk upward. And oh, it’s such a simple thing, but truly priceless all at the same time—makes him want to eat you up and lick the plate.

“I’m the one who should apologize.” His grimace smoothens into a smile as he crouches down and reaches his hand out to you like a gentleman. He’s never done so before, but it comes naturally now.

His chest swarms with warmth and noise at the pretty blush of your face as you gingerly accept his gesture—bowing your head shyly once he’s helped you back on your feet, nodding so prettily with an ever-sweet and soft-spoken “Thank you—”

He can’t believe he didn’t see it before—you’re absolutely adorable.

You even try insisting he needn’t help you gather your wayward books and belongings, but he just tuts at you—determined to observe you a little while longer as he tells you it’s no big deal, it's the least he could do after being reckless and walking right into you. 

He carries it all for you to your classroom, where you once again bow your head and sing his praises. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were trying to get rid of him with the way you apologize for taking up his time. How cute—he’s making you really nervous, isn’t he? Of course, he is—you’re a complete mess, unable to look at him for any longer than a second before looking away.

It’s funny. To think he’d been dining with his own kind for so long—all sharp-tongued vixen with claws curling themselves into him, each sinking their teeth in for a piece—when he could have instead been feasting on you.

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[dismalflo]

Hiii I saw your request for asks so here I am. Maybe one with barty x potter reader and it’s like about barty bringing out this completely different side to reader and James being like who tf is that. Like she’s so confident and funny and silly around barty because she just knows that he completely respects her even if she’s a little insane(honestly this is something I’ve been struggling to write for weeks and wanted to see how you would do it ����)

hi babe!! thank you for requesting <3 i lovee a barty x potter!reader, hope you enjoy!

Barty Crouch Jr x fem!potter!reader who really wants to help the owls of Hogwarts ✩ 888 words

cw: fluff, james and sirius being concerned (and irritated) brothers, james is barty's biggest hater, barty is whipped for his weird gf

an: omg flo writes for barty now!! i really enjoyed writing this but this is my first time writing for him so be gentle. also i saw this request and started writing it like straight away ahhh

“What’s your sister doing?” Sirius asks, eyes still locked on you as he gives James a rough shake by the shoulders. You've apparently transformed the coffee table in the common room into your personal stage, sprawled across it, delivering a very quiet yet impassioned speech.

James casts a glance your way, then groans—a low, weary sound filled with dread.

“She’s being weird,” James mutters, dragging a hand down his face. He’s still half-asleep, his hoodie bunched around his neck, hair sticking up in a dozen different directions. “Because of him.”

Sirius snorts, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Junior?”

“Yes, sodding Junior.” James replies grimly, as if he’s just uttered some ancient curse.

Meanwhile, you're still lying across the coffee table like it’s a velvet chaise lounge, one leg raised dramatically, arm flung over your face like a starlet in a Muggle film. Barty’s perched on the floor next to you, chin propped in his hand, looking up at you with that infuriatingly smitten grin. He’s clearly hanging on to every word of your monologue, whatever nonsense you’re spouting this time.

“I’m telling you,” you say, voice a hushed whisper but fervent all the same, “if we just trained the owls—really trained them—they could unionise. They could have everything they've ever wanted and more treats!”

James closes his eyes, exhaling slowly through his nose, clearly trying to center himself amid the chaos. Sirius just whistles low, like he’s watching some particularly dramatic scene unfold in a soap opera.

“Is she talking about unionising the owls?” Sirius asks, incredulous. “Is that a—”

“Don’t.” James cuts him off flatly, still rubbing his face. “Don’t ask questions. That’s how he wins.”

You shift, sitting bolt upright on the coffee table, animated as ever, gesturing wildly as if you’re leading some kind of revolution. “—and they’re already halfway there!” you’re saying, grin wide. “They have a hierarchy, Bee. They talk to each other! I saw one of them give another a dirty look last week when it dropped a letter in the lake. And then another one had a go at it and defended its friend! That’s class solidarity, if I’ve ever seen it.”

Barty leans forward, eyes gleaming, his smile full of adoration. “You’re a visionary,” he whispers, as if you’ve just unlocked a new level of consciousness rather than plotting to turn Hogwarts’ owls rogue.

You plop down beside Barty on the floor, your leg brushing his as you settle in without a care in the world. You act as if you’re utterly unbothered by the fact that Sirius and James are watching you like you're some mythical creature they can’t quite figure out.

Barty doesn’t flinch when you sit down next to him. Instead, he turns his head, offering you a soft, affectionate smile. His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Without a word, he presses a gentle kiss to your temple, lingering just a bit longer than necessary. When he pulls back, there’s something in his gaze—something bordering on reverence.

“I’m sure we could arrange something to go wrong in the owlery, treasure,” he murmurs, his voice low and conspiratorial, “Make it off-limits. Give you a head start.”

James huffs, shaking his head, his eyes flicking over to the two of you. You’re leaning into Barty, laughing at what he’s said while he absently plays with your hair. You look entirely at ease, a side of you James never really sees with anyone else. You and Barty—well, it's a whole different world.

"I don’t get it, she wasn’t like this before." James mutters petulantly, still rubbing his face in disbelief. "One minute she’s plotting whatever ridiculous thing, and the next—what? She’s all... sweet?" He whines, not unlike a toddler being told there's no sweets before bedtime. He watches you laugh again, a soft, affectionate chuckle, as Barty pulls you closer, his hand possessively resting on your waist. “Bloody disgusting if you ask me,” he mutters under his breath.

The comment lands just as Barty chuckles lowly, his hand firm around you. You look up at him, your eyes sparkling, and without hesitation, he places another soft kiss to your temple—so tender, so un-Barty-like.

Barty raises an eyebrow, a smirk curling up at the corner of his lips, glancing over at James. “Don’t remember asking you, Potter,” he drawls, his tone thick with indifference. “If you weren’t her brother, I swear—” His threatening tone is cut off by your gentle chiding, whispering his name.

Sirius, for his part, is enjoying the show, his eyes flicking between James and Barty like he’s waiting for some kind of standoff. But Barty just looks bored, fingers absentmindedly brushing through your hair. James, of course, glares, but doesn’t have the energy to continue. Groaning, he sinks back into the couch like he’s been defeated by some cosmic force.

“Whatever, mate,” James mutters under his breath. “Don’t know why you had to go for sodding Junior, Y/N.”

Your only response is a laugh, echoing through the common room like James has told the funniest joke in the world. He’s happy for you, really—just not thrilled about the massive hurdle you’ve put in the way of his acceptance. And that hurdle, of course, is Barty Crouch Jr.

[cuteandhughesy]

Wait if your still doing your 1000 special could I get 4. Voice notes they send you with Jarvis? I feel like they would be so funny and random but also very loving 💕 congrats btw

vol 2 prompt no. 4: voice notes they send you

very soon after getting into a relationship with seth jarvis, you learned he wasn’t a big texter. it made sense—he was always busy at the rink or gym, and most of the time was too busy to take the time to sit and respond to a variety of questions and messages from multiple people.

but, he never wanted to leave you hanging. instead of texting you, seth was favourable to sending voice notes. and let’s just say 9 times out out 10, they were nothing but utter nonsense.

one: i saw this uhm.. (a pause while the sound of gym equipment echos in the background) toy on amazon this morning, and I think echo would really like it. it’s got this like furry tail and it zips around all by itself. anyways, didn’t want to forgot so thought i’d shoot you a message. OH, and also let’s have fish tacos for dinner

two: svechy just tried to tell me white chocolate was better than milk chocolate. can you fucking believe that baby?

three: I think we should get a couple goldfish

other time though, seth was more sincere and gentle with his voice notes. usually after a rough game, half way across the country—sitting in some hotel bed with his voice tucked next to his head on the pillow. talking to you through a voice note like you’re there with him.

four: hey honey, I know you probably watched the game tonight and saw that hit. I also know you’re probably worried but i’m okay. I stared at a picture of you and instantly became healed (you can hear his boyish smirk) anyways, you’re probably sleeping but just wanted to say I love you and miss you and—(voice note ends as andrei throws a pillow at him)

five: I was thinking when I get back from the roady that we should check out one of the new places downtown. I need to spend some time with my girl. are you feeling more italian or something different?

six: they’re playing reruns of friends on the hotel tv, and it made me think of you.

seven: got those goals for you baby (winks even though you can’t see him)

and then sometimes he’s just a little shit with his voice notes. and you’d never admit it though, but they’re usually you’re favourites—because they’re just so seth.

eight: babe, you left your bra at my place (teammates whistling loudly in the background, teasing him) just wanted to let you know. I know it’s your favourite. see you later

nine: i’m so fucking hard right now babe. I can’t wait to get home and fuck you

ten: have you heard that new drake song? shots kinda tough

eleven: can you come open your door? i’ll be there in 2 minutes and i’ve got dinner and flowers

—

(unedited)

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

the queen of ice. l Joel Miller

Summary: you got into trouble when the ice broke beneath you, and it wasn't just because of your wet clothes

Warnings: +18 smut, swearing, unprotected sex (don't do that), talking about nonsense, Joel is romantic but we all know what he means

A/N: I don't know how it happened, but it happened. I hope you like it at least a little bit

It was a second. Just a second.

"Joel?!"

Your voice broke, and after a moment you disappeared under the layer of ice that split under your feet. He already knew that he would never forget this moment.

Just a few minutes ago you were arguing about some stupid thing, or at least now it was stupid to him. His heart stopped for a moment and eyes widened in utter terror.

“Y/N?!” Joel called out, running towards the dark surface of water.

He slipped on the icy snow, but quickly got up, afraid to lose even a second.

You didn't know what happened. You heard a soft crack and you knew you were in trouble. In the next few moments, thousands of needles pierced your body as you plunged into the icy water. Your brain just shut down. But your body wanted to fight.

Taking your first breath of the cold air was another torture. But you couldn't let go. Your clothes were incredibly heavy, but you tried as hard as you could to get to the shore.

Someone grabbed your arms tightly and pulled you onto the icy shore.

Joel...

He hadn't been this scared in a long time.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he repeated as he tried to feel any injuries on your body with his hands.

“C-Cold…” you muttered, “F-Fuck.”

"How did this happen?"

"It just c-crack."

You let out a moan, your whole body hurting incredibly. 

You would give anything not to feel all this. Your muscles contracted and tensed, and your entire body was covered with wet clothes that stuck to you like duct tape. It took you a moment to realize that you were grinding your teeth and that your lips and fingers were twitching from lack of control.

Someone took you in their arms and lifted you from the ground, quickly heading towards the nearby buildings.

Joel...

Just like for you, for him, every minute felt like at least an hour. When he took you in his arms, he felt as if he had lifted an ice sculpture.

If his heart had stopped for a moment before, it was now pounding like crazy in his chest. The faint wisp of steam rising from between your lips signaled that you were alive, but if he didn't quickly find a place to hide you from the cold, if he didn't warm you up...

He didn't want to think about it. You were already close to the first building and Joel opened the door by hitting it with his shoulder. He rushed into the dusty room that must have been the living room and placed you on the couch.

"Y/N? Y/N?" he repeated your name nervously. “Are you still with me? Say something?”

"I-I'm not a c-closed case yet." you whispered, a faint smile gracing his face for a second.

"It's not funny." he replied, "But if you keep talking nonsense like that, I guess it will happen." his fingers quickly found the zipper on your jacket. “You have to take off these wet clothes or you'll freeze.”

"I h-haven't done it yet?"

The jacket, sweatshirt, shirt and t-shirt were all sticking to your body that it took Joel a while to get it off. When he grabbed your jeans, something that was probably supposed to be laughter escaped your throat.

"T-That's the worst p-part." you said.

"Yeah, I imagined it differently too." he replied, struggling with your jeans. “Don't move. I have some shirts in my backpack. Maybe we can find some blankets.”

You curled up on the couch as more shivers racked your body.

He pulled his flannel shirt out of his backpack and with a little help from you, he managed to put it on you since your fingers were stiff. He threw his jacket over you and then quickly started searching the house.

You heard the sound of his footsteps as he searched each room. The cabinets opened and closed with a bang. You wanted to close your eyes so much.

"Fuck!"

The sound of falling chairs reached your ears.

"Y/N? Are you still there?" he shouted from upstairs.

"I think so." you replied hoarsely.

"Talk to me! I want to hear you!"

You rested your head against the headrest of the couch and closed your eyes slightly. In a strange way, the cold was subsiding. It wasn't as bothersome anymore.

“Y/N?!”

The violent jerk sent your head flying forward like a rag doll.

"Hey! Don't fall asleep, Y/N." Joel patted your cheek and you opened your eyes for a moment. “Good girl. I found something that... What the hell are you doing?”

"It's so hot in here, Joel. So fucking hot!"

"Put that back on! Jesus, you're such a pain in the ass, but now you have to listen to me!" Miller pulled your shirt back over you and then threw some blankets over your back. “You're going to stay here and not move, do you understand me? Naaah! We're awake, Y/N!”

"You're such a whiner, Joel." you whined, "Okay, I won't sleep. I won't."

"Talk to me, okay? Damn, your legs are so cold!"

He started rubbing your legs to restore circulation, and you tried to focus your eyes on something so as not to think about how terrible the situation you were in.

"You were supposed to talk to me." Joel said after a moment.

He seemed a little calmer now, but he didn't stop rubbing your cold legs. Your gaze fell on his dark hair sprinkled with gray, and those adorable wrinkles around his eyes that became more pronounced when he smiled.

"I wish you would smile more often." you finally said.

"You're not giving me a reason to do that now, Ice Queen." he replied, but despite everything, you saw a slight smile on his face. “You almost made me have a heart attack. Don't do that again.”

"I can't promise. It's kind of nice to have someone take care of you."

"I always care about you."

"By calling me a pain in the ass?" You muttered in mock anger.

"Because you are." Joel reached for your hands. “You're freezing. I need to make you something warm to drink right now.”

"You shouldn't light a fire. Someone might find us."

His hands were so pleasantly warm that your skin almost melted under his touch.

"It's getting dark now. I can handle it. How are you feeling?"

"Better, although my underwear is still cold."

"I can help you take it off." Joel said, but then he realized how it sounded. "Or I can leave and you deal with it yourself."

"Yeah, I guess I'll do that."

A dozen or so minutes later, you were holding a cup of warm water in your hands. Joel was trying to prepare something to eat, and he hung up your clothes because you both hoped they would dry before you left the place. Outside, the snow was falling more and more, but you closed the curtains and in the dim light, the room seemed quite nice.

"A farm? I can't imagine you could live in a place like that."

"Why not? What's wrong with that?" you laughed and adjusted the blankets that were wrapped around you.

Joel kept insisting that you talk to him because he was afraid it wouldn't be safe for you to fall asleep yet. You, on the other hand, thought that, as usual, he was exaggerating and being overprotective.

"You seem like a city girl." he replied, handing you what had previously been canned soup.

"There are probably no such people in today's situation, don't you think?"

"Maybe. But the farm?" Joel sat down next to you and took a sip of soup. “What would you be doing there?”

"You're mocking me, Miller!" you nudged his shoulder. “I don't know what I would do exactly, but we're talking hypothetically, right?”

Joel nodded.

"I think I'd have chickens, a little garden. And a swing."

"Why a swing?" the man looked at you surprised.

"For the kids, right? I wouldn't live there alone. Nice guy and a couple of kids, sounds good."

He nodded and thought for a moment. For a moment, your vision appeared in his head. It was nice. He could easily imagine the small farm, the kids running around the house, and those damned chickens.

"And you?" your voice broke him out of his thoughts. “What would you do if you could choose?”

"I want a quiet life." he replied after a while, "Nothing special."

"There will be a peaceful life on my farm. And there will definitely be a place for you." you set the empty cup down and turned around so you could see Joel more clearly. “The chickens shouldn't bother you.”

"What about the children? Or their father?"

"You're ruining my dream, Miller. I offer you peace and a quiet life on my farm, and you make me realize that the chances of all this happening are tragically low."

"Okay, okay! I'll take this room." he held up his hands in surrender. "Even though I know I'll get in trouble for this."

He finished his meal calmly, and the farm in his head grew more and more. He could find a house near Jackson, you'd be close to a safe place. The garden would be behind the house, near a tree where he would hang swings. He's already seen you on some rocking chair on the porch. It was nice.

“Listen, Y/N…” he started, but all he heard was your quiet and steady breathing.

You fell asleep.

A sudden movement to his right made him wake up immediately. The room was dark. The door was securely secured so he knew you were safe. He glanced quickly in your direction.

You were shaking all over. Even though you were wrapped in blankets, your whole body was shaking with shivers.

“Y/N?” Joel whispered as he moved closer to you, "Hey, I'm here."

“It's cold…” you whispered, “It's gotten so cold.”

He hadn't noticed that the room had gotten much colder in those few hours, but you weren't pretending.

"Come here." he murmured softly and turned you around so you could snuggle into him. "Will it be okay if I slide under your blanket? You'll be able to warm yourself with my body heat."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Why did Joel have to be so warm? You felt like you were hugging a hot radiator. His warmth transferred to you, his hands rubbing your shoulders and you hugged him so tightly you were surprised he hadn't started complaining yet.

You had never been this close to each other before and you both started to realize it.

There was nothing inappropriate or uncomfortable about it. It was quite the opposite, you fit his body perfectly. You felt no fear, just a little excitement. Although your body was still trembling slightly.

"Joel?" you whispered, and when he murmured softly, you added, "I'm not bothering you? Maybe you're uncomfortable?"

"It's okay. Stay."

Your leg was on his lap and when you moved slightly, you suddenly felt it. A bulge in his jeans that didn't mean Joel had anything in his pocket.

He flinched and you froze.

"Joel?"

"Mhm."

"If you were uncomfortable, you would definitely tell me about it, right?"

"Definitely."

So you decided to take a risk. Your hand slowly and carefully slipped under his shirt. Joel didn't say anything, didn't even flinch as your hand slowly moved under his shirt.

"Joel?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it because of me?"

You ran your thigh over his bulge and it twitched.

"I'm surprised you even asked." he replied, his voice extremely low. "If you do that again, I can't promise I'll behave like a gentleman."

"Maybe you don't have to?" your thigh shifted slightly again and in that moment Joel was above you, trapping you between his arms.

"I guess you don't feel so bad if you're having fun provoking me, huh?" he said, his eyes darkening. "Ever since you started feeling better, all I can think about is that you're completely naked and wearing only my shirt. You little brat."

"I've been a brat before, but somehow that didn't provoke you."

"You don't even know how many times I thought about you while lying alone in bed. Or when you were on guard duty."

His thigh slipped between your legs and you felt his bulge rub against your clit. You didn't expect that you were so horny, but your reaction was just a signal for him to attack.

Joel kissed you hard and fierce. His tongue slipped into your mouth, drawing dirty moans from you. Your fingers ran into his hair and you pulled him even closer to you. His weight on you felt so good that you felt like you had waited too long for this. A strong hand clamped down on your breast, fingers pinching your nipple lightly.

"Do you like it?" Joel murmured into your ear, "We don't have enough time for me to do with you everything that's been on my mind for so long. Take this as a teaser."

He sucked on the skin of your neck and you knew he was marking you. You were his.

He lifted your shirt to give him easier access to your breasts. With a soft purr, he kissed your breastbone, then enclosed your soft breast in his hot lips, sucking and teasing your nipple with his tongue. A moan of pleasure rose from your throat.

His thigh kept rubbing against your clit, teasing you more and more. Joel's mouth moved to the other tit and the cold air gave you goosebumps. You somehow managed to undo his belt and, despite the lack of space between your bodies, you slipped your hand into his jeans.

Now he moaned, almost like an animal, as your hand closed around his manhood. You moved it steadily, feeling the pre-cum on his shaft.

"I want you." gasped Joel, "If you want me too."

"Give me everything you can. I can take it."

Joel pulled out his cock with his free hand. He spread your legs and his hand ran over your folds. You were already so wet.

"Next time I want to taste you. Now I just want to be inside you." he said and you felt his tip slide into you.

He slowly entered you, your body adjusting to his length, and when he was all the way in, he stopped. You could see Joel's face right above you, his eyes were burning, but as soon as you stroked his cheek he smiled mischievously at you.

"Hold on to something, baby." he said and then his hips started moving hard.

You were wrong to think that his entire cock was inside you. By now he was pounding into you so deep that your hands managed to tighten on Joel's shirt at the last second.

"Fuck!" you moaned loudly.

More hits and more. Were you able to bear it? You didn't even know when Joel had freed himself from your arms, grabbed your wrists and pinned them with his hands just above your head. Now there was nothing stopping him from destroying you.

"That's right, baby. You take it so well." he breathed into your ear, "I've been dreaming of feeling you on my cock. With those sweet tits in front of my face."

You were already on the edge and Joel wanted to push you straight into the abyss. He knew no mercy. Every thrust that followed was harder, every word he said drove you crazy. When you felt his lips close over your nipple again as he sucked on it, you thought you were going to go crazy.

"Joel!" you moaned, "I..I'm..."

"C'mon, baby. I'm holding you." he gasped, "Let it go."

Your walls clamped down on his cock and your body arched as you reached your peak. Pleasure spread through every cell in your body, but you could still feel Joel moving inside you. His breathing was quick and shallow, his hips bucking hard against you. A few more moves and he pulled out, spreading himself on your stomach with a loud groan.

“Fuck…” he panted, falling next to you, “You’re going to destroy me.”

"I could say the same about you." you replied, trying to catch your breath.

Joel got up and wiped your stomach with a cloth, then wrapped the blanket around you again and pulled you closer to him.

"You made a fucking mess of my brain." you laughed softly. “If I had known earlier that you could do such things...”

"Let me catch my breath and I'll show you even more. I want to taste that delicious pussy, and your clothes won't be dry for a while, so I don't have to rush."

You felt excitement starting to bubble between your legs again. This man was your curse and salvation at the same time. He had just blown you to pieces, and you were politely waiting for him to do it again.

"I think I could live on that farm of yours." Joel said after a while, "I guess it could work."

"What about my husband? Are you not afraid of him anymore?"

"Naaah. Besides, I'll be the only one fucking you anyway. No one else will get you."

You lifted yourself up on your shoulder and kissed him lightly. Joel was right, you still had plenty of time. Not only to dry your clothes...

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Thank you for your time.

[dmloae]

—JINX HEADCANONS

cw : streamer!jinx, lowercase intended, mention of sextoy, no x reader just simple jinx headcanons, swearing, me in my funny era (i swear i’m funny in my native language), lmk if there is more!

english is not my first language btw, enjoy!

streamer!jinx who is surprisingly a famous streamer with over 100k followers on socials medias, people like her for her random, chaotic livestreams where she passionately crafts, sometimes blowing up her desk in the process, or even cooks occasionally.

"Hello my wonderful people, today I'll try cooking some MInecraft desert with yall," she would begin..

"..Stay with me now, I am actually an incredible cook for real guys!"

stating with her weird goofy ahh looking apron.

jinxlefttoe : NAAH WHO LET BRO IN THE KITCHENN

mincraftlvr : SHE GON BLOW HER KITCHEN UP IM WHEEZINGG

cookiecoquette : at least she got confidence guys.. ntm on my girl now!

mimemamomu : based on how her apron looks, her cooking is probably gonna be actual cheeks, guys, I’m just saying…

"YALL ARE JUST STRAIGHT UP HATING WHAT THE ACTUAL FREAK GUYS???" she would argue, pointing her finger toward her webcam, which by the way, is always going through a lot with the crazy things Jinx puts it through.

and when she would let VI try a piece of whatever she made on live while uttering to her sister to be honest to her fans,

"You're onto something I can't lie.. Just keep it up, yeah?" VI began,

lowtaperfadefornite : BRO GOT A GUN HELD UP TO HER HEAD

kneesurgeryistmrw : BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP GIRLY

the comment to that would either be some people making fun of Jinx or people thirsting over her sister.. ALWAYS!

goofycaiaddict : WHO DAT IN DA BACKKKKK

ilovepossays : i mean im as good as Jinx cooking so if you ever want to taste me hmu?

"Yall need to stop thirsting over my sister RIGHT NOW or your asses are getting blocked, im not playing.. AND she was being totally honest are yall doubting your all time favorite streamer?" Jinx would complain while reading all the comments popping up as fast as the speed of light, giving them a puppy-eyed look.

streamer!jinx who would put up a PR adress so fans could send her gifts or some things of her amazon wishlist so she can open them while streaming, and one particular day she was only opening up one pink box wondering what it was,

"CHAT this box is so so pretty like actually," she started while shaking the box.

"Now I'm so exited to see whats inside of it.." she would continue. She then proceded to open the pink package like a excited child on Christmas,

She then slowly looked up from the package to the webcame, a thin line was forming her lips, she exhaled slowly.. And she pulled whatever was in the box to show her fans,

"WHO THE FUCK SENT ME A FUCKING DILDO? I AM DEFINITLY COMING FOR YOUR ASS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK GUYS?"

user5679 : LMAOOOOO TO THE PERSON THAT DID THAT ILY FRL

justkiddg : BROOO YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL IF YOU EVER GET HOES UR PREPARED!

sstylin : HOLY CHEESE THATS ACC SO FUNNY WTH

hklopfh : BROS GETTING BANNED LMAFOO

streamer!jinx who is so brainrotted.

IDC WHAT YOU SAY she would just be on stream, while playing roblox wth the voice chat on, then completly going on and off while muttering some nonsense brain rotted words or references.

streamer!jinx who would go off on 9 years old on roblox.

streamer!jinx who is cronically so online

streamer!jinx who definitly goes to a tatoo palor while streaming because she lost a bet with one of the viewers and she had to get some goofy tatoo.

streamer!jinx who is so ass at playing whatever game that involves shooting.

streamer!jinx who definitly wakes all of her neighbors because of jumpscares.

streamer!jinx who don't look like she gets pussy but she does, trust me.

streamer!jinx who started a youtube channel for funsies but it she litterally got a youtube community with all the ipad kid package that come with it.

streamer!jinx who has an incredible sense of style, she definitly wears carhartt LIKE FOR REAL!

streamer!jinx who is so intentionally funny

ok i got lazy bye!

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When They Accidentally Bring Up an Insecurity|Seungmin Bonus

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

Just a little gift of appreciation :)

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"This is...awkward..." You mumbled as Seungmin squeezed your hand under the table at your family's Thanksgiving dinner. To think you flew all the way back home with your newlywed husband so he could experience your first family holiday - just to have your mom and her sister going at it.

"Well, I don't know what you want me to tell you Patricia! The truth hurts!" Your mom said raising her hands in the air defense. "You would think your daughter would stop messing around after getting pregnant by her boyfriend's brother but now she has a baby from the same man she cheated on?"

"Hah! Like Rick had cheated on you?" Your Aunt snaps back, leaving your mom's mouth agape.

"We-Well at least I had a husband to begin with! Where's that little Entrepeneur boyfriend of yours? Still looking for enough money for a ring after 11 years?"

"Hmm, I believe so because I started dating him when Rick and his new wife's daughter was born. Surprised you haven't met the half-sister to your kids yet."

"Well at least my grandkids aren't half-brothers and cousins at the same time! Imagine having your uncle as your stepdad!"

You sighed and slunk in your seat as various other family members either ignored to ongoing battle or were trying to get them to stop.

"I'm sorry baby..." You mumbled resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel it shake and looked up in alarm but were relieved to see that he was laughing. "You think this is funny?" You asked with a smile on his face.

"Hilarious actually." Seungmin sputtered. "They're so quick with their comebacks...I'd love to see them in an argument with Minho-Hyung."

"They'd team up. They argue like there is no tomorrow, but if someone dare start an argument with their sister...oh bless them because they're done."

"I thought like...people argued about Politics and American Football during Thanksgiving. That's what it was like in the movies..."

You smiled into your husband's shoulder and shook your head. "Nope. My family argues but never about the actually valid things you can argue about." Your eyes trailed over to your two older brothers who had gathered their kids in the living room to watch Football through one of the childrens' networks so they could be entertained while the kids could be entertained seeing their favorite cartoon characters on the screen. "Except them." You said nodding your head.

"Bro there is no way you think Prescott is better than Goff. You're actually insane."

"Crazy work thinking Goff is better. Look at the statistics."

You smiled seeing the kids blab as well, not even understanding what their fathers were saying, just uttering nonsense.

"See, my kid is going places. She agrees. Don't you, sweetie?"

"Hey bud- who do you think is better? The lion guy or the cowboy?"

"LION!" One of your nephews roared.

"Uncle Seungmin! Who is better?" One of your nieces ran up and tugged on her Uncle's shirt. Her twin came up right after and then the other kids - as it had turned out Seungmin was some sort of kid magnet and was the favorite of all of them.

"Uh..."

"Honey, if you say Goff is better you're sleeping on the sofa." You whispered.

"Uh...the...Prescott?" The kids started running around chanting out Dak Prescott's name which made some of the other adults turn their heads curiously, and one of your brothers utter out a sound of betrayal at seeing his son switch up quickly.

Soon enough the house was filled with immense noise, and you at first worried Seungmin would be annoyed but instead you watched as he joined with the kids, scooping up his nieces and nephews and making almost as much noise as all of them combined.

You smiled as you placed your hand on your stomach, and Seungmin looked at you and smiled.

And you knew the exact thoughts he was thinking because his eyes told you it all.

Later that night when you had laid down to rest Seungmin pulled you into his arms.

"I want our house to be that noisy one day. I feel like we could do like a Thanksgiving type thing in Korea right? And the guys could bring their kids and spouses and it would be really fun! And we can find something to watch on the TV too! I love baseball but actually it seems that football is pretty cool too! Hyeongnim was telling me - I mean..."

"You can refer to my brothers as 'hyeongnim' or refer to them by their names MinMin... it doesn't matter to them, they're just happy you make me happy." You said relaxing in his chest, feeling tired from the long day and in anticipation of Black Friday shopping the next day.

"Well they were both telling me about all the rules! And how their kids will play football! I always thought that I would have my son play baseball, but since you've lived life in America I feel like they could also play football because sometimes that seems more American than baseball even- even though it's the 'All American' sport. And then I was thinking what if our baby is actually a girl? We're too early in the pregnancy to know but I was like - if we had a girl she'd have such amazing support and a lot of the other guys are girl dad's so I'm sure it would be cool to have their support. And obvs our kids will have their support because they'll have seven uncles, and then they have an Aunt and then they have their two uncles here and-"

As you listened to Seungmin tell you about how much he had enjoyed the day, it couldn't help but make you think about the time when you had believed he would leave you for being talkative.

What a stupid thought.

Because you had never been more sure of the unconditional love Seungmin had for you. And seeing him light up and have that same unconditional love for the rest of your family.

And even if you did talk too much it wasn't like Seungmin could say anything because he slowly became more like you. And the way he was quickly becoming like your brothers as well.

""Crazy work. Half-brother and cousins is absolutley diabolical! Wait until I tell Jisung and Hyunjin!"

You couldn't help but laugh, extremely happy with the chaos in life you shared with the one you loved most.

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── .✦ doomsday game ; xiangli yao x reader

if the world was ending, would you love me for the hell of it? syn. if, theoretically, the world were to end today, what would you do? if you ask xiangli yao, he wouldn't mind spending the last days on earth with you.

*inspired by 4* zayne card with the same name (love and deepspace)

a.n. - oh god he corrupts me I love him. HAPPY RELEASE DAY XIANGLI YAO!!! As an honor for getting his weap, for now being guaranteed (my S1 Xiangli Yao is glacio and short??), I GIVE THIS FIC AS MY THANK YOU. ALSOHAHSHSHSHS I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE WRONG FIC IM SORRY BUT HERE IT IS

pairing - xiangli yao x f!rover

words - will edit when I switch to lappy

content warnings - none!! major fluff!! also pre-established relationship

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Potent rumors often plant seeds of disbelief.

It often came as a small white lie, an utterance between two consenting parties. When it reaches the leeching tongue of the birds, they fall to the ground, sprouting things that are weeds to the truth. If left alone, they would deter nature's course.

For example, the rumors somewhat turned into some prophecy— “the world is ending soon”.

How does it end? They say it's a global snowstorm. Maybe another global flood. A supernova collision. No, they definitely said it was an onslaught of active volcanoes erupting to create a flood of lava. Or maybe, some Sentinel wished for immense havoc, with its god-like power awakening to slaughter everything in its path.

However, for scientists like Xiangli Yao, all those claims seem comical.

“The world is ending soon?” A fellow scientist slaps his own knee, “That's complete bull!”

In the middle of the long table of the Academy, what was once a flickering 3D map of Jinzhou was temporarily dimmed; instead, a couple of scientists had gathered, playing cards for their breaktime.

“I know, right? It's too funny; they really think the world is ending so soon.”

One of them throws the card, a chorus of laughter.

“My findings say otherwise,” said a cocky researcher, “The fluctuations isn't very severe. We can live to see another millennia here in our world!”

“The plants and people are still alive and well.” The glimmer of a card catches everyone else's attention, “Very far from the truth indeed.”

One scientist lets out an indignant huff, “But how did they even reach that conclusion? Do they have the data?”

The group pauses for a bit. Some bit their lip, another shuffled their cards, and the other couldn't help but sigh. “Um, proof or not, I think they are still sprouting nonsense.” Muttered the first scientist.

Another eerie silence envelops them. Until one of them throws a card at the center. “The tacet marks have been spreading nonstop...”

They throw another. “TD's are also unstable, giving a major interference to the once-natural resonance cords.”

And when he throws the last trump card, almost all of the players had a grim look on their face. “We are merely just a few months recovering from the Retroact Rain. Our soldiers cannot handle another catastrophe!!”

With a trembling shout from the scientist, everyone else near the group stopped on their tracks. Noticing that the attention was on him, the poor scientist slides back to his chair, embarrassed. Even the ones he was playing with had a gloomy face.

“...Not to diminish our pride but...who knows...what happens to Jinzhou...not to mention our Sentinel and Magistrate...”

“That's understandable. The evidences speak for themselves.”

All eyes are on the man who spoke after a long while. Between the dim lights of the Academy's hall and his slow steps, his versicolored eyes glimmers brightly than ever.

“I understand your concerns, Ray,” Xiangli Yao reaches out to pat the forlorn scientist by his shoulder, “We are merely at the recovery stage for Jinzhou, yet our nation has been going through too many things already.”

Amethyst eyes wander among the resonance cords on the screen. They catch a familiar face of a person, one that made his own heart skip a beat.

“However, Jinzhou still stands until today. We cannot say the exact date for the end of the world—it could be today, tomorrow, or another millennium—but as long as we are still here to see the flowers blooming or the children laughing, then why should we stop today?”

A roar of cheers erupts throughout the hall. The lamenting scientist sniffles in joy. Yet the Principal Investigator couldn't look away from the certain figure of a girl.

“But if the world were to end soon,” muttered a nearby scientist, causing Xiangli Yao to glance at him, “Hmm...I wonder where I'll go.”

Without a clear future in mind, and you, the Rover, who only woke up just now—the thought is scary. If, indeed, the world was ending soon, then what happens next? What happens to you?

The cats have been meowing nonstop.

As if sensing the air, they were pawing at your ankles, as if trying to catch your attention. One, two, three- maybe even five- cats trying to catch your attention.

Picking the white one, who was the one visibly stressed, you coo her as you scratched the back of her ear.

“What's wrong, hm?” You playfully kissed the cat's cheek, “Was the food not enough for you? If I overfeed you, Mr. Investigator will have to put you on another diet.”

Somehow understanding you, the cat gently pushes you off of their face with their paws, meowing.

“Hey, I'm telling the truth! As much as it hurts my poor heart, I can't feed you again today...”

“...I suppose you can allow them,” pipped a familiar voice, “They do look awfully thin.”

Nearly spilling the cat off of your arms, you squeak as you turn to meet a smiling Xiangli Yao. “M-Mr. Investigator?!”

“It's the first time you've addressed me by my title, Ms. Rover,” He teases, opting to carry the black cat on your feet, “I suppose our relationship is back to being professional?”

“The cats seem to know you more like that,” you emphasized, “Mr. Principal Investigator.”

He laughs—a tender laugh, it makes your heart squeeze—that it makes you pout. “I suppose that is right. Consider it a working place, then.”

Xiangli Yao stands next to you, holding out the black cat as it meows. With a funny thought, you ask, “Did you even know why they approached you in the first place?”

“Is it because I feed them?”

“No,” You playfully stuck out your tongue at him, “They say it's because it's to ward off bad spirits.”

Xiangli Yao goes silent, before looking at the cat, then back to you. “Hmm. I suppose I should stay away from you?”

Ultimately backfired. The joke goes back to you. With a dramatic gasp, you shrug. “Seeing as the cats was the one who approached me today, I think it's you who should go away for now.”

Freely laughing onto the summer air, the cats' meows intertwine with the yours. It's like any other workday— Xiangli Yao leaves mid-afternoon from work to meet and feed the cats, walking elsewhere until he's comfortable enough to go and finish his work.

It's only been a few weeks since a new addition to his itinerary: you. Now, every afternoon, the cats would find themselves carried by the warm sunlight; and you, taking care of them before him, drenched in sunset glow.

Like now, Xiangli Yao notes. But the thoughts were far too tempting. He takes a dive in them.

“So, Mr. Investigator,” you asked as you found yourselves by the stalls, nudging him softly, “where to next?”

The cats slowly left as soon as your walks stretched farther than usual. You were too nice to disturb Xiangli Yao, when he was far too absorbed in his thoughts.

“...Ah,” He purses his lips, slowly stopping in his steps, “I'm sorry, Rover. I hadn't realized we've gone this far.”

The streets decorated with the loud and bursting stalls sound in the background. Yet in the midst of it all, Xiangli Yao is silent as ever, his robotic hand over his lips, eyebrows furrowed. You think it's cute, from the curve of his pout, but you quickly shake it off.

“No worries at all. But you look like you have a lot on your mind, maybe you want to share them?”

Xiangli Yao looks at you. Behind you, the sun in Jinzhou has never set—bathing you in its reverberating halo, casting an ethereal glow. With his heart skipping a beat, he looks away with a sigh.

“...[Y/N],” every syllable of your name sounds too foreign for him, yet too holy, “Would you...like to come and stay with me for now?”

“Of course,” You smile, “Where do you want to go, Xiangli?”

His face remains serious as he speaks. “My house.”

“...I'm sorry?”

Going to Xiangli Yao's house was something you've never expected.

Sure, you often get invitations to visit your friends' houses once in a while. But it seems different when someone like Xiangli Yao asks you to go home with me.

Wait. With a mental slap, you scold yourself. Why do you feel different when it's with Xiangli Yao? Was there something about him? Watching unfocused amethyst eyes seems to make you worry. You were definitely not feeling something, right?

Unless?

“Is there anything else you'd like?” Xiangli Yao pops up from his kitchen, carrying a plate full of snacks in one arm and drinks in another, “I'm sorry, these are some of the food I could make.”

“It's okay, I'm more than happy to already taste what you make!” You said as you rush to help him.

But as you are about to take the plates, you couldn't help but gasp.

“Oh, does my hand scare you?”

Instead of the usual robotic hand you've grown accustomed to, it had morphed into a larger metal plate, to fit the two plates.

“No!” You shake your head with a laugh, “It's just the first time I've seen it like this. Does it change back?”

By the time the plates are on the table, Xiangli Yao twists his robotic hand (plate?), popping it out of the socket. “It does. Let me get it.”

“Do you...” Watching him scurry, you pick up a chip from the plate, “...need a hand?”

A resounding clang! echoes back to you. It takes a while before he returns to the room, rolling his hand as he grins. “I believe it's back in its proper place.”

Still the same stupid jokes that make you cackle. Eventually, you both settle down. The afternoon telenovela plays on the TV. Finally settled to sit on the ground instead of the chair, you end up picking the savory chips, munching as you devotedly watch the scenes in front of you. You don't even bat an eye even as you feel Xiangli Yao sits next to you. Silence. But a good kind.

How long have you known Xiangli Yao again? Whatever you both do, you're still content with each other's company. From the corner of your eye, you notice his gaze firmly on the TV, empty hands hair's breadth away.

“The Moonlit Fair,” you said slowly after a comfortable silence, “now that it's over, are you back to your usual work?”

He hums. “Depends how you define "usual work".”

“Metalwork and other groundbreaking discoveries.”

You bring your knees close to your face, resting your head so you could comfortably turn to see Xiangli Yao's face. Chromatic colors paint the neutral look on his face. Yet when he turns, a pretty smile replaces it.

“The field of science is only a curiosity away,” he pipes, mimicking your pose, “That's always something I've been doing, even before the start of the Moonlit Fair.”

This goody-two-shoes prodigy has always been the talk of the town. Even in Huaxu Academy, even from Mortefi's mouth, he is long lauded as someone who easily creates breakthroughs.

“I'm jealous.” You admit, sighing, “You can easily create new things.”

“That's not true.”

“Ah, I guess I can say with pride that I often help people, too.”

“However you may say it, it doesn't erase the fact that you are doing so much more than you think.” He said, “You're the mysterious Rover. You have lost memories related to this city. And from what I've heard, you hold so much history.”

He reaches out, human hand hesitating to touch your face. With a fleeting downcast gaze, he ends up booping your cheek. It makes you flinch from surprise.

“...I should be the one jealous of you, if that's the case, [Y/N].” His smile causes his eyes to close, a genuine look on his face, “You've done many incredible things that are worthy rather than simple praises.”

Did Xiangli Yao ever look this pretty before? Soft skin and amethyst irises through fluttering lashes. You wish you could brush away the hair that covers his eyes. Carefree, kissable lips. Wait—you cough, looking awau to hide the blush tinting your cheeks.

“Please, stop flattering me. I might end up bursting a hole in your roof.”

“I'll be sure to let Xiang-LEE and Patty fix that.”

A ticklish giggle escapes your lips as you turn back to see him. “Please leave my kids alone, you have overworked them during the festival.”

“...Please don't worry,” he shrugs, chuckling, “They'll be granted a paid vacation anyways.”

Seeing as the telenovela has lost its charm, and the poor food in front of you could go to waste, and maybe not wanting to end the fun yet, you decide to test your waters.

“Xiangli,” you said, noticing how he perked his head at the mention of his name, “I want to play a game.”

“An electronic one again?”

“No,” you shake your head, “Truth or Dare.”

Xiangli Yao laughs. “Oh, I didn't know you were into childish games like that.”

“I'm curious about you, and I'm sure you feel the same way.” You point out, “What's a better way than to play a game?”

“You could have asked and I wouldn't mind answering, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you sit up straight, grinning, “Truth or Dare?”

Xiangli Yao mirrors you. “Already?”

“Pick already, or I might change my mind.”

“Hmm...Dare.”

Suppose your afternoon would be so different. A few chugs of the drinks, greedy hoarding of chips, spent markers, and random doodles later, you find yourself dressed in one of his lab coats with a clip of some of his IDs, and him in the flashiest shirt. The laughter has long strained your lips but it still ends up being the sweetest you've ever tasted. Apart from that, the glow in Xiangli Yao's face is also different, one that makes your heart skip faster.

“You've what?”

Xiangli Yao laughs a little too loudly. “A mini mouse that would greet anyone who opens the door. Mortefi was the first victim, because I didn't know he was deathly afraid of mice.”

The mental image of Mortefi from Xiangli Yao's prank comes abruptly that it causes you to match the latter's laughter—hollering until your back finds the sofa, slapping the carpet.

“Oh my God,” you wheeze, “It's not even a surprise why he hates you even more!”

Xiangli Yao wipes a tear from his eye, sparkly eyeshadow slightly staining his cheeks, “I bought him some coffee to apologize, but the joke hadn't died down for weeks.”

He finds himself sitting closely with you now, head against the sofa. With a little of your mingling laughter in the air, he couldn't help but watch as your fits of laughter continued, albeit a little softer. Through your literal rose-colored lenses, did you see the world like that, too?

“It's my turn now, right?” You ask, your shoulders an aftershock from your laughter.

“Mm,” he nods, “Have you run out already?”

“No, never!”

“Alright, since I've been picking dares for a while. I'll go with truth.”

“Have you ever heard of the rumors?” You begin, laughter dying down, as you take a bite from the chip. “That the world is "ending soon"?”

Xiangli Yao freezes. So you've heard. It's no surprise as it already made a turmoil between the scientists in Huaxu Academy. Yet the dread somehow comes creeping back to him.

“If, theoretically, the world were to end today,” you slowly speak, carefully choosing the words, “In a few hours or so. What would you do?”

What would he do? A tricky question. But a calid one at that. “The end of the world wouldn't happen so abruptly.”

“Mm, yeah, but I am curious about your answer.”

What would Xiangli Yao do? And somehow, the dimming living room feels so small, the only light source was a forgotten TV color palette. When he looks at you, your doe eyes sparkle in the darkness. The closeness of your bodies, the fleeting smell of spring on your shoulder, with a hint of him.

“Well...” He slides down to the floor, patting the space beside him, “I'll let you know if you lay here with me.”

“Are you sure there are no pranks here?”

“I'm honest.”

You eventually follow his words, so you could meet the level of his eyes. Watching the glow of his inspiration-filled eyes, they somehow make you smile.

“I heard all about it when my colleagues were playing a game during break time.” Xiangli Yao begins, “Some claim it's not true, but there have been others who believe it's so soon.”

“What do you think?”

He looks away, opting to stare at the ceiling above. You follow his sight, unaware of what was next.

“I don't know.” He says truthfully, robotic hand pointing upward, “With everything that has happened, no one else can predict it.”

“Even a knowledgeable scientist like you?”

He glances at you. “Even a knowledgeable scientist like me.”

He looks back to where his hand points. Casting a power, a small purple cube dances in his robotic hand, knowing that you were watching so intently.

“But if the world were to end today, then I wouldn't mind spending the day with the cats I feed.”

The cube glows brightly, floating so freely in his hand. A flash of scenes play through its squares, too fast to see, yet too slow to be noticed.

“I wouldn't mind having the TV on, sitting on the floor with snacks all over, even though there's a perfectly good sofa.”

He hears your small laugh, which makes him smile. The cube falls to his chest, where it travels all the way to you.

“I wouldn't mind spending the last hours playing Truth or Dare, with someone who's extraordinary.”

This time, Xiangli Yao looks at you. Wide-eyed and speechless, from the way the cube touches your outstretched hand, watching the faint glow of the halo on your own body. If the world were to end, he wouldn't get tired of watching this view; watching the rise and fall of your chest as you stare in awe, calloused hands tenderly watching over his own work of art, knowing that there'll never be another you if the world were to end.

Knowing that he's long been blessed to exist in the world where you are in it.

“I think I wouldn't mind spending the last hours on Solaris-3 with you, [Y/N].”

The cube pops, a sprinkle of glitter all over your body. Glancing, your heart throbs loudly in your chest, as you heard his confession.

How did this happen again? You were merely friends with the scientist. After the successful Moonlit Fair, you often find yourself bumping into him, simple errands and impromptu hang outs when you do. Watching Xiangli Yao in his humble abode, the telenovela a white noise, and the shade of colors lighting his face—have you ever seen him more than a friend?

“Xiangli Yao,” you breathe, which made him freeze, “you...”

He smiles. “I'm not rushing to know your answer. I am merely stating the facts.”

A good friend. But now you figured out why that rubs you off the wrong way. You have always known the answer to your feelings.

“[Y/N],” Even the way Xiangli Yao speaks your name, a softer one, where in the world they called you "Rover", he calls you differently.

“[Y/N],” Reaching out, his human hand finds a strand of your hair, gently pulling it to his lips. “[Y/N],”

Xiangli Yao calls your name, one that makes you throb.

“If, theoretically,” he repeats the question you asked before, “the world does end today, what will you do?”

In a world where your memories are lost in the ripples of time and reverberation. You had the same answer.

“...I wouldn't mind spending it with a certain scientist.” You smile, watching him mirror yours, “I wouldn't mind spending it with you, Xiangli Yao.”

“[Y/N]...”

“Xiangli,” you reach out to cup his cheek, to which he closes his eyes to snuggle to the warmth, “Xiangli, you're like the cats.”

“Then will you ever mind if I could hold on to you?”

Weary arms find themselves asking for yours. And like you, touch-starved for his own touch, lean onto him, the smell of spring and that you could forget the world.

“...I would,” you said, and you do mean it, “I'll hold onto you, Xiangli.”

Oh god pls let me have him irl too

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— starry

[kasayugi]

Kekal (adjective), meaning eternal in Indonesian.

Summary: In his fairly long life, Anaxa has never felt what the word eternal means - whether from romance or not. His relationship with the titan of rationality who represents rationality in him has no connection at all in the seeds of eternity and love. But what about that beautiful woman? Does he still feel eternity in the seeds of his love that are stored tightly in the depths of his heart?

Warning!: mentions violence, blood, trauma, slight harsh words.

Attention!: English is not my first language and I use translation here, please forgive me if there are any mistakes. Feel free to tell me in the comments^^

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In the endless darkness of the night in the Grove, where scholars spend their time studying and spreading their knowledge about Titans- especially rationality. A place that never stops with the sound of debate from scholars to prove their knowledge and theories under the embrace of this night.

There stood a scholar- a blasphemer of god or titan, a fool who always questions something. That's what they call him, Professor Anaxagoras, who holds his name with pride and even makes his own rules for others how they will say his name. Sounds ridiculous to some people, right?

Every word uttered by his mouth is nothing other than knowledge accompanied by blasphemy against the divine beings. What is destiny? Anaxa does not believe in the concept of destiny or prophecy in his life.

Destiny and prophecy, the result of one's own actions that produce the prophecy or destiny that they step on, not any intervention from the divine party.

"I forgot you existed here" oh, his arrogant and cynical voice towards the Titan of Rationality, Cerces who steps on the same place as him. Not at all minding her tone of voice that was veiled with dislike.

"Does my presence really burden your heart right now?" Cerces, said in their calm and gentle tone. even though their eyes were closed, but in their tone there was a sense of amusement.

Can't you in your life not be that sassy, say that, Anaxa?

"I believe if you were smart, then you wouldn't ask that rhetorical question" he snorted, what kind of question was that? Titan, that stupid? Or they just wanted to tease him under this moonlight.

It was different with Cerces who just sighed, "as usual" their gaze turned towards the moon that radiated eternal light in the darkness of the eternal night in this Grove.

"It's not like you usually grieve this late" the silence of the night was broken by Cerces, they felt it from Anaxa's gaze who looked at the moon tightly. Like hugging the moon tightly, even though there was no light of life in her beautiful eyes.

"Grieving is a strong word, I prefer to reminiscing"

How funny.

"You try to deny it as much as you want, but the eyes don't lie, Anaxa" even the rationality snorted, a ridiculous alibi if someone - even a divine being can penetrate your soul through the eyes. The eyes are the windows to a person's soul itself - how their gaze can't lie even though the heart says otherwise.

"Rule number one, do not call me Anaxa"

"Your answer is nonsense"

How much longer are you going to deny it in the depths of your heart? Even your own eyes are fed up when your heart continues to deny and lock those feelings tightly.

If only there was someone who dared to voice that out loud to this stubborn scholar, anyone to make him open his eyes wide by himself through any method to destroy his prestige.

"You pushed yourself too hard to tag along here" trailblazer, caelus held his fragile partner's body tightly. The partner he admired and respected had now fallen fragile since they set foot in this place, amphoreus.

Followed by Dan Heng who helped him also support the weight of her body that even looked tired and heavy to do activities. Since the information from the black tide that attacked part of the amphoreus area. Who knows what made her fall so fragile.

"You have to rest, (name)" A worried tone filled the words that Dan Heng threw out, his hand gently squeezed her hand. The beautiful gray gaze radiated worry.

But she refused, she shook her head firmly and still wanted to stand alone. Even though her body screamed to stay still and return to the room in her resting place.

"I'm just tired. The black tide has nothing to do with me" She dismissed all the thoughts that hit her, the black tide ... did the disaster have anything to do with her?

"It's impossible" Dan Heng disagrees.

"But your condition is severe, look at your blood" Caelus pointed to her clothes, now seeping with her blood that came out freely staining her beautiful clothes.

She didn't even realize that her blood would never stop flowing staining her clothes this badly, this was abnormal. What caused it? She asked herself.

"You're bleeding, but there are no wounds at all" Dan Heng's sharp gray eyes stared closely, examining her bleeding that looked abnormal. Bleeding, no wounds at all. "She hasn't been injured at all since earlier" Caelus added, that the journey he and her had taken together had no wounds at all on her.

"Maybe we need help from my partner" Hyacine, the girl with the strawberry pink mane said in a worried tone. Although she tried to stay calm and not panic.

Even her's healing skills that she had learned in the Grove of Epiphany had no effect at all. It was strange, for Hyacine who had been able to heal other scholars who were badly injured by the black tide attack from the Grove.

That made Hyacine worried..

"Your partner? Which one? Are you sure?" Despite Hyacine's kindness, no- it wasn't that Caelus doubted the cute girl. It was just that his worry that slowly embraced his emotions quickly made him a little skeptical.

"We don't have time now. I trust Hyacine's decision, this is an emergency"

"Dan Heng-"

"I can guarantee my partner can help (name)...my healing has no effect on her at all" Hyacine tried to calm Caelus down. Even though she herself was quite confused and panicked.

caelus was confused, should he trust her? Who is the stranger that Hyacine refers to as her partner? What if Hyacine's partner's healing also had no effect? He didn't want his partner to get more seriously injured from this abnormal bleeding.

He was lost in his thoughts until a pat on his shoulder broke his reverie and all his negative thoughts. It was Dan Heng who looked at him sternly but tried to calm him down too. "There is no time for negative thoughts, we better follow Hyacine's words"

With Dan Heng's final words leaving no room for argument with him, Caelus took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Fine.."

At least he would keep his negative thoughts to himself, and so would Dan Heng. He was sure.

For now it would be better for them to focus on what Hyacine suggested, and follow her orders as she led the way to meet her partner.

For now they could only pray that the results would be positive.

At least..

"Dude, you two are useless"

The welcome given by Hyacine's partner was quite friendly, they thought. It went well at first when he started to carefully examine (name), their astral express partner even though there was a slight expression of horror when her clothes were completely covered in blood.

For that, but for now, the rancid brat who was Hyacine's partner actually cursed them openly without looking at the condition.

"Pardon?"

Lilia, or as they know him as Hyacine's medical partner, shook his head in displeasure, "Seriously? An outsider this ass stupid? Don't you know that I am the best healer in all of Amphoreus? Why didn't you bring your damn partner immediately when her condition was abnormal?"

Oh, what a sharp tongue you have, kid. Please watch your words.

"How do we know?" Caelus raised his eyebrows in disapproval mixed with annoyance. On what basis did this jerk scold them? Okay? Caelus admitted that he and the other partners who tagged along on Amphoreus didn't know the entire contents of this planet.

But cursing someone so bluntly was like having no ethics at all, what if they were a child. Where were their parents?

"Of course from the people, you are too lazy to ask and stupid to think about it. This is why Titan forbids outsiders from entering Amphoreus so that they will not be contaminated by their idiocy"

Remind Caelus not to take out his baseball bat to hit this stinky brat who openly speaks with his dirty mouth.

"Do you even have a parent to teach you some manners?"

"I don't"

"Well that describes you"

Lilia's eyes narrowed in disapproval of Caelus' reply, this guy.... sigh, "as if you have parents"

As if struck by lightning in broad daylight, Caelus was left speechless. This kid! He really can't control his mouth at all!

"Guys! Please don't make a fuss!" Hyacine tried to break up the argument between Caelus and Lilia, which if she let it go would definitely continue endlessly and end with words that were inappropriate to hear.

In contrast to Dan Heng who is now fully focused on (name) and ignoring the gray-haired and the rancid boy who are giving off an aura of childish fighting.

He doesn't want to get involved in childish fighting, remember, he is an adult and not a silly child like them.

"I feel like I was hit by a car" (name) took a deep breath, feeling relieved with her bleeding that had stopped completely, he hoped. Thanking Lilia for helping her.

"Isn't that the opposite of you who sometimes hit someone at Penacony?" Caelus raised his eyebrows, seriously? Hearing what his friend said sounded strange if she was hit by a car- even though she was the perpetrator who often accidentally hit cars into other people on the planet full of sparkling festivals.

Remind Caelus to never let her take control of the car again-

"Oh? I hit someone?" And she said it clearly as if she was an amnesiac.

Now Caelus is thankful to anyone that there are no cars in this amphoreus.

"What is a car?" The conversation between Caelus and (name) sounded strange, especially the word "car" which he had never heard at all in Grove, nor Okhema.

"A car is a vehicle that has wheels, carries a small number of passengers, and is moved by an engine-"

"No one asked you to explain what a car is" Caelus quickly cut off her words with laziness, of course returned with a displeased look from her.

"I didn't explain that to you"

[charles-smith-pillow-princess]

For your zoomies: Charthur (pre/post) coitus interuptus? These two are so funny in embarrassing situations, especially if they try to insist something innocent was occurring.

Sadie huffed, dismounting to lead her horses over to the hitching post outside the barn. She looped Bob’s reigns through the sturdy iron ring before approaching her newest charge. 

The stallion looked at her in utter contempt as she untied his reigns from Bob’s. She glared him down as she fixed him to the same ring. It’d been a long journey—she wasn’t up for any of his usual ill-tempered nonsense. 

“You behave while I find your new best friend,” she muttered to him, fixing him with a firm look before stepping away towards the cabin. 

The curtains were drawn, though that didn’t mean much. Sadie stepped up onto the small porch and knocked on the door. “Mr. Callahan?” 

There was a beat of silence, then low cursing as something thumped to the floor inside. 

“Sadie?” Arthur’s voice rang out, just a tad strangled.

Sadie shook her head. Damn fool must have lost his head for time, livin’ out in the sticks like this. “Sure is.”

“That really you out there?”

Sadie put her hands on her hips. “You expectin’ Santa Claus?” 

The door cracked open a moment later. Arthur stuck his torso half through the door. He was clearly bare at least down to the waist, and his hair was mussed.

Sadie cocked a brow, giving the man a slow once over just to see him blush. It seemed she’d interrupted them.

Arthur gathered himself, managing to look annoyed despite the crimson of his ears framing his weathered, drawn down brow. “You’re a day early,” he complained.

Sadie felt her grin widen. Oh, she’d definitely interrupted. 

“No I ain’t,” she shot back.

Arthur scratched at the back of his neck, bicep bulging. “What day is it?”

Sadie held back a laugh. “What—its Friday, you fool. The same day I told you man in there I was gonna be here!” 

“Shit. Sorry, hard to keep track out here sometimes.”

“Yes,” she said, remembering the feeling. She and jake had wiled away plenty of their own work days in bed. “I see you and Mr. Smith have finally accomplished your dream of escapin’ civilization.” 

Arthur shrugged, looking pleased despite himself. “It's sure peaceful,” he drawled, looking over his shoulder at where Charles must have still been scrambling to get himself presentable.

“It’s very nice, Arthur,” Sadie said, genuine. Then she cocked her head, letting a little of her annoyance at being kept on the porch like a traveling salesman shine through. “Now, you gonna let me in?”

“Gimme a minute,” Arthur said, making to shut the door.

Sadie stuck her boot in, grinning. “Gotta get decent, huh?”

Arthur snorted. “Ain’t never been decent. Gotta get pants on, though. We’ll be right out.”

Sadie grinned, wicked. “Charles is bein’ awful quiet,” she sang through the doorway. 

Arthur’s flush came back in full force. “Give us a minute I said!”

Sadie crossed her arms, but moved her boot to allow Arthur to shut the door in her face. 

She wondered if he’d even realized that he’d forgotten to take off the dog collar that hung around his neck. 

[bougiebutchbinch]

When it comes to Starscream redemptions (or more accurately, his defections to autobots) mid-TFP plot, I lowkey suspect that, well, at first Starscream will not in fact talk about his abuse. Making himself look very useful would be absolute priority and mentions of actual abuse (not that he fully sees it this way) would be disguised as expressions of dissatisfaction with his (totally former) leadership - Megatron never really appreciated him and was for most part turning worse. Megatron is super unstable! Don't you see? And look, he almost slagged me, why would I want to go back to decepticons! I was simply trying to prepare for the harder times- after years of breaking my backstruts for the sake of the cause!

It would be even funny if the first time he actually reveals a bit of info that is recognizably abuse to Optimus would be by a complete and utter accident (he would never admit it to himself). But he starts talking about it more. Carefully, to maximize on the guilt-tripping potential and the sympathy point (the autobots catch on... and they might catch on some things Starscream himself didn't). And he is mentally patting himself on the back the entire time thinking how he managed to make it naturally look like Optimus is winning his trust here with his primely nonsense! Ha! (If he starts getting attached at any point btw he will rationalize it as them being simply beneficial to his continued survival. And also the autobots too think that he is mostly out for himself, including Optimus so it's not like anybody disagrees on this)

(sorry for getting rambly, your posts are cool and your insight deep and thank you for the cool take 'starscream will use his abuse as a manipulation tactic and also will fumble bc the abuse did in fact fuck him up)

(also I have found out not so long ago about the Redemption Center storylet where G1 Starscream lost his memory for a bit and Optimus found he actually liked him and the experience really deeply affected Screamer! Neat! I wonder if such plotlike could have been pulled off in tfp)

oh hey also a very fun interpretation that I love!!! Thank you!

I am getting sleepy so my response is kinda less long than this lovely ask deserves, but please rest assured that I am sinking into everything you've written like it's the softest fluffiest pillows and snuggling myself up in the ongoing suffering of our favourite metal murder-chicken

[art-of-a-ghostie]

More headcanons 'cuz people like them and they are so fucking funny to make (WIll make them for other fandoms too) (part 1 here):

Giovanni's boys met many people from the cast much more important than them (Percy, Lorelai, Martin, Arnold, Sylvie, Trixie, Feenie…) while hanging out while wearing their civilian clothes but had no ideas and probably never will unless they talk about it to Giovanni or Molly

Sylvie eventually learns that Giovanni is basically raising Molly and her terrible old life and joins the “Post-POP Molly support squad”

Now he has many more friends and he has no idea how to react to this

He also still has beef with Giovanni. Slightly less than canon and respects him more (they are now basically siblings with a rough relationship but still care about the other), but he still has one. And yet he is weirdly fond of his boys (including Molly)

But he will die before admitting it

Giovanni doesn't even find it insulting or anything (Giovanni VC: “HAHA! So you won't fall to my feet but you will fall to the ones of my minions? That's right!! Admire the PURE RAW POWER my boys hold!! Hehehe…. Soon you will join me too, Sylvester!! It's only a matter of time~”)

Sylvie also lied to the cops to keep Molly safe and keep supporting the whole “me and Molly were Giovanni's hostages” fake excuse stable

Sylvie went on a (play)date with Feenie once mostly because he had no idea how to tell her no and found the binder she made for him way too neat to reject her.

They decided to stay friends after that.

Ramsey probably Vegas married once

Mera is the only person existing in the EE universe who's a picky eater who doesn't like to eat inedible stuff (she still does but She Is Not Happy About It) (<- born for rich food forced to jail food and sand :< )

Rick has a secret diary too like Sylvie but it's written in a secret language he and his old friends created to communicate non verbally. And it's either filled with extremely dark and sad thoughts, dumb observations and doodles. If someone was able to read it they would probably cry.

Molly has an automatic aversion to toys after selling them for so long and being literally replaced by them in her own father and sister' life. Before Sylvie knew about her home situation he just assumed she did that to look more mature like him (he actually likes toys)/she did that because she was actually mature and said something along the lines of "Oh! I don't like toys either! We are much more mature than that, hehe ':D!" and she answered by something among the lines of "After being immersed in a world of toys, their utter futility become apparent. They have no love to give to you. They are just pieces of fabric without a heart. They are just masks adults wear to influence how children feel." (That was how Sylvie started to think that there was much more to dig other than "My mom died")

She still enjoys being gifted toys but has a preference have books or cards

Percy talks in her sleep. Not cute sleep-talking or no sensical bubbling who makes you laugh. Instead she mumbles ominous and anxiety-inducing riddles that she has zero memories about when she wakes up. Meryl slept from her once because of work and felt extremely scared by the offputting things Percy mumbled in her sleep.

Rick also sleep talks. He is the one who says nonsensical shit.

Both Naven and Rick have scary good reflexes

Crusher used to be very lonely, shy and coy in his first days as a Blaster and only spoke little and VERY straightforwardly. Some of the other blasters just assumed he was just being passive-aggressive at first.

The feeling changed very quickly after they got closer and now they think he is non-ironically considered the most supportive friend they ever had

He is also more talkative and affectionate, which they are very proud of it

They also proposed "Crusher" while playfully poking at his crush but didn't notice that Giovanni was right behind them listening and just went "Hey Crusher actually sounds cool! He makes you sound like a real badass! Is it okay if it's your official minion nickname, [CRUSHER'S REAL NAME]?"

Crusher.exe stopped working. Please reboot the system.

The rest just burst into laughter the moment Giovanni left and Crusher just stormed off while flustered yelling stuff like "LAUGHT AS MUCH YOU WANT, MY LOVE JUST CALLED ME BADASS! CRUSHER IS OUT!" which just made them laugh even harder

(Warning: Angst) Inspired by an old fic idea I had but Giovanni and Lorelai used to be online friends/penpals before/during the fire. Giovanni slowly saw his friend getting grumpier and more isolated until she had enough and decided to stop being friends. He wanted to help her but didn't have the right words to say that and she refused help.

Do you know when the bear took life when Sylvie used Nightmare Fuel on him he yelled "I should been promoted ages ago!" to him?

The last thing she wrote to him was "I should have blocked you ages ago"

He is technically over that but still thinks about it sometimes

And so she does (except that she is not over that)

[writingsonsaturn]

down bad

{ masterlist } { the 'taylor swift' series }

🪐: its short because i want to gauge how well an x daughter!reader fic will do :))

wc - 470

content warning: break up, jensen being a sweet dad, fluff

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Your dad wasn’t sure what to do, this was your first break up and you were being well over dramatic about it. 

“Honey, I know this sucks right now, and it will for awhile, but you WILL be okay” Jensen said with a very calm and endearing tone, rubbing your head that was occupying his lap. 

Your heart was absolutely destroyed, the person you had been dating broke up with you over text, insane right? 

Jensen wanted to beat the kid up who had done this to you, pretty sure any father of a daughter would agree, your heart was sacred to him, especially since you were his first baby girl. He would say the same for any one of his children but you were first, and this felt horrible. 

“I might as well die, not like it would make any difference” you sobbed out, Jensen fought the urge to roll his eyes at your confession, he knew this was just normal teenage petulance, but he still internally groaned. “Baby, it would make a difference” he tried his best to console your aching heart, explaining teenage love will come and go, that you'll find another person who will love you better, hopefully.

“But i wanted him” your voice sounded so small saying that, Jensen would do anything to patch up the pieces of your heart and help you forget about this whole thing, but alas he couldn’t the only thing he could help you with was making sure you had the right ice cream and wiping your tears away from your cheeks.

His sweatpants were soaked with your salty streams, your body was shaking with heavy cries, continuing with utter nonsense about how much you loved him, and you just couldn’t believe he didn’t even give you the decency of a phone call. 

After a little over 30 more minutes of tears, you felt as though you cried most of the water out of your body and your father insisted on taking you to get something to eat and rehydrate you. You only agreed when you felt the growl of your stomach, deciding it would be better to eat as opposed to sulking in your dads arms. 

The two of you decided pizza was the way to go, Jensen stating “pizza can fix anything, even a broken heart.”

You smiled at his way of trying to cheer you up, you knew he was trying his best to help you through this. 

“Guess you’re just uh, down bad, is that what you kids say these days?” your dad looked at you with confusion when you broke out in giggles, you would’ve cried had the way he said it not been so funny.

Jensen was a great dad, and he was glad to make you laugh, even if it was by accident.

[partycatty]

i am so desperate to top dark star!johnny he makes me so horny mad, like someone humble that son of a bitch. it so doesn’t fit him to be topped but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

UGHHH UR SO ME FR!!!! LMFAOOAAO i love pathetic men!!!! i love projecting my kinks onto my fics — WHAAAT WHO SAID THAAAT????

for those unfamiliar with dark star!johnny

dark star!johnny cage > payback

you have had it up to HERE with the white man's utter nonsense.

warnings: you humble evil johnny sexually. 😀 no but fr this is nsfw, bratty johnny and he hates it, he says "stop" and "no" but we all know he's lying and he loves it (afab reader)

notes: i was so excited to write this i don't even think it's coherent i'm literally barking gnawing frothing foaming i crawled to my pc to boot up the game to make gifs of him for future use bc i know DAMN well i will come back to this clown

masterlist &lt;3

i will microwave him.

part 1* / part 2* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

•lord have mercy where do i even begin.

•alright, so let's paint a picture here.

•dark star!johnny may have stupid amounts of money, but he's a fucking idiot. he didn't spend a single cent on you for christmas! he'd argue with you for hours, saying both "i am the gift!" and "i buy you enough shit the rest of the year and now you want more?"

•when you argue to the point of running out of new things to bring up, you decide to angrily drop the topic entirely and move on with life. that is, until you hear johnny's muffled voice call from you from upstairs as you begin to prep dinner several days after the holiday.

•"sweet cheeks, a hand would be nice!" he shouts, a suspiciously evident grin in his tone of voice. you roll your eyes as his persistent cocky nature, but your frown turns into a little gasp when you open the bedroom to your shared door.

•this absolute idiot is sitting face down ass up on your silk sheets, tied down nice and tight with a thick red ribbon. a bow rests on his neck and broad chest. The Coat is discarded on a chair beside the bed, but everything else is still on. he smushes his cheek against the sheets as he desperately tries and cranes his head to look at you.

•"heeeey babe," he'll meekly greet you, shimmying his shoulders. "i, uh. i was going to surprise you. but i kinda fell forward and couldn't get back up. it was supposed to be a sexy pose but i tied my arms down before anything else and i can't prop myself up."

•"you're a dumbass," you reply back with a frown, not entirely amused as much as he is. "you think this makes up for your fuckup?"

•"...yes?"

•"no! and you know what? i'm gonna fucking enjoy this whether you like it or not!" you sigh with exasperation, slapping his clothed ass pretty hard, the sound of contact echoing in your large bedroom. he lets out a whiny shout, trying to tug his hips away from you out of desperation and ending up flopping onto his back.

•"hey! not fucking funny. i hate when you do that," he'll complain with a scowl, but his protests are hard to take seriously when he flips over and reveals an angry boner throbbing against his pants.

•"yeah, that's why you have a raging hard-on," you reply with a dramatic groan, grabbing a handful of his thick shaft through his dress pants. he yelps again, twitching his hips upward as you feel his heartbeat through his cock. "i'm not helping you up, johnny. this is payback. for christmas."

•you climb on top of him, hovering your lips right above his in a sickeningly sweet way. johnny, like the needy whore he is, tries to lift his head up and capture your lips, but you cut the attempt short when you expertly undo his belt in a swift one-handed motion and squeeze his dick through his boxer briefs. his once puckered lips open to let out a deep, strained whine, and you feel a warm wetness in his pants as you milk the pre-cum from his tip with your grasp alone.

•ohhh he is in AGONY. ds!johnny literally HATES when he's not in control, and even though he feels his dick get impossibly harder, he's still writhing at the thought of not being the leader.

•"come on, dollface," he'll try to protest with furrowed brows, but you see the way he bites his bottom lip. "don't play mean. that's not how this was meant to go."

•you don't even reply to his annoyance, you just stick a finger between his neck and the ribbon around it, tugging it and sending a wave of pressure on the sides of his neck. his eyes involuntarily roll back as you temporarily choke him with his own doing.

•"you're gonna take it, aren't you? the torture?" you ask, palming him through his underwear and holding his face close to yours. his expression contorts instantly at your roughness. "how are you gonna fucking like it when i treat you like shit?"

•"you'll regret it," he groans out in an attempted threat, but it ends up sounding more breathy and gravely than intended. "you'll fucking regret crossing me like this."

•he's literally the one that had the genius idea to tie himself up. he's a Grade A idiot for putting himself in the situation to begin with. or maybe he likes it :)

•you hastily tug your own pants off, shaking your leg to throw them aside. once you're free of the fabric, you pull down johnny's pants too, since he hasn't got the ability to do it on his own. sure enough, his underwear is already definitely stained, and yours is getting there. the sight along made a wetness pool in your panties. something about such a cocky, annoying man finally being put in his place was starting to drive you a little wild as you straddle his hips.

•you shove your panties aside and settle them in the crack between you pussy and thighs, and return the gesture to your boyfriend by tugging his waistband down and unleashing his little jonathan (sorry). his pink, angry cock springs free and slaps against your tummy. you giggle.

•"ha, ha. very funny. untie me now," johnny whines again with a frustrated tone, but there's a hint of blush on his cheeks as he looks away from your body on top of his. his anger contorts into needy moans when you wrap your fingers around his dick, stroking at a medium pace and coating himself in his own precum. "ngh, fuck — stop it, i'm not fucking playing around — aah —"

•his back hopelessly arches as you lazily stroke his dick. when you decide he's hot and ready enough for the real thing after he turns into a blabbering mess, you hover above his dick and grab two fistfuls of the ribbons; one on his neck and one on his chest. his pretty lips part as he catches his breath from the sudden movement, eyes darting across your features.

•as he tries to make sense of your bold move, you sink down onto his throbbing cock and fully take him in your walls. he's unable to writhe and squirm as you hold him in place firmly. johnny's eyebrows knit together and he swiftly moves his head to the side, his sunglasses crooked and dropping on his hooked nose. when he finally gets the strength to look down at your pussy engulfing his length, he whines at the beautiful sight and involuntarily bucks up to relieve the strain. you immediately let out a little shout of discipline and pull his upper body toward you.

•"my pace or no pace," you warn through gritted teeth. "don't pull that shit again."

•"or what?" he replies with a cocky grin, his horniness absolutely dripping from his voice. "you don't scare me." as he tries to play right back, you slam yourself down on his cock again without warning, his tip kissing your cervix invitingly. his eyes widen and he yelps out pathetically before turning it into an angry groan. "you're such a fucking bitch. i hate you."

•he starts to spew more utter nonsense about hating you and you being a bitch as you start to actually ride him, for once at your own pace. he's typically fucking up into you but this time he's tied down and taking it like a good boy! you needed this, though, to let out your frustrations with him lately. it's incredibly funny that, yes, he could technically just start bucking his hips into you, but you take note that he's actually listening to your threat and allowing himself to be used. you remind yourself to ask him to top him more often. i doubt he'd say yes.

•your pace becomes a relentless combination of slamming his cock and grinding on it to stimulate your clit, and johnny has now turned into a whimpering mess. his perfect hair was sticking to his forehead and flying out in all directions, his sunglasses were just barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose. all the while, he's still sputtering complains about being used and begging you to stop, but they sound hungrier than disgusted. your deep moans drown out his whines and cries, and you frankly don't really care about how he feels.

•you've officially fucked him stupid. he can't even get a proper word out as he's now trying to literally break the ribbons and give him access to his hands, but he's so horny he can't find the strength he typically has.

•"b... stop — babe — 'm gonna cum if you — aah, oh you fucker —" johnny starts to twitch and whimper, thrashing his head side to side as he gets closer toward release. you don't really give a shit though, as you're now chasing your own orgasm as your grinding becomes increasingly uneven. you grab hold of his neck to stabilize yourself, and the coil in your core snaps, your body sending waves of blissful pleasure through your entire being. you're violently reminded of your boyfriend's impending load when he throws away all command you gave him and starts fucking up into your sensitive pussy, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he pathetically tries to get himself there, too.

•you're acutely familiar with how his cock throbs when he's about to cum, and you use this information to your advantage as you abruptly pull yourself up and away right as he shoots his load. he lets out a damn near cry for help as he makes a complete mess of himself. it shoots up high, painting his stomach and chest as his hips thrust into nothing.

•"YOU FUCKING —" he groans out, eyes clenched shut as his desperation makes him act out. "I WANTED TO CUM INSIDE. YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FAVORITE. AND YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY NICE SHIRT!"

•all you do is return to straddling his hips, sliding your panties back into place and catching your breath.

•"but you look better like this," you reply lowly, taking a flat palm and putting it on his stomach. "all tied down and fucked out. i could get used to it. besides, this was my gift, wasn't it?"

•as his head tilts back to regain his composure, you snap a quick photo of his cum-stained shirt, flushed expression, and weeping dick.

•"consider this payback," you chuckle, wiggling the photo in front of his eyes. "i might just post this everywhere if you don't get me anything for my birthday next."

•"delete that, you cunt," he hisses back, once again trying to free himself. "untie me now. fun's over."

•"nah, i'm good," you reply, your annoying boyfriend being restrained giving you a dangerous amount of confidence. "i think i'll just leave you here. not before cleaning up your cum with your coat, maybe."

•"DO NOT USE MY COAT. IT WAS EXPENSIVE."

[astrugglingsuun]

Voltron Hot Takes (yes, the 2016 version)

Ignore my dribble if you'd like. I unfortunately remembered this show exists and while I deeply despise it, I love the characters and resent the cards they were inevitably dealt. Anyweasal, opinions ahead!

LONG POST!!!!!

There shouldn't have been any romance between any of the paladins

Allura and Lotor should have ended up together and been so much better written then they were, oh my goodness. Peak enemies-to-lovers where please??

SPEAKING OF, Lotor shouldn't have been an endgame villain?? OBVIOUSLY??!! Almost the entire second act of his story arc is not what we want, PUH-LEASE. Keep the mommy-daddy issues and angst and Honerva being the final villain, but do NOT bring in all of that later mischaracterization and utter nonsense they get him AND her to do, Ugh

Speaking of story arcs :D Can a character that isn't Keith get a seat at the writers table, I just wanna know. He was so obviously the writers' favourite and they STILL fumbled his story?? HELLO???

All of the paladins + Allura and Coran deserved to have seperate story arcs that led to the Found Family found familying it all over the place together. Why were they not closer after however long in space? Why were the writers so concerned with them not being close???? (yes this is mainly about Keith and Shiro in correlation to the rest of The Group, how did you know, BUTT all of them were bad honestly)

Seperate arcs!! PLEASE!!! Pidge kind of gets one with her dad and brother finding adventures, yeah, but they kinda sideline her otherwise and she doesn't seem to grow as a character beyond that after finding them? After that she is just there and yet her relationships with the rest of The Group aren't shown to be closer/familial, growing,,, and whatever)

The same can be said of Everyone Else honestly. We see them interacting in funny ways during the occasional filler episode (Them being Lance, Hunk and Pidge exclusively 99% of the time, ughh), BUTT aside from that, the relationships between the paladins are rarely depicted as being beyond surface level. One could argue that this is because of the format of the show (episode starts, problem is found to be fixed, The Gang blasts off to acquire the solution and have a couple of lines of quirky dialogue before fighting Galra and saving the day, and that is usually the format of EVERY episode, meaning nothing deeper carries over), but that still doesn't excuse it, ahdhdh. Moving on tho:

Shiro's reputation should have been gushed over more by Lance, Hunk and Pidge (for different reasons: idolizing, curiosity and information regarding Kerberos/Katie's father and brother) so as to deepen their relationships and give insight later on into hinting at/outright speaking of Shiro and Keith's adoptive brothers relationship. He should definitely have commanded more respect from the kids all around and been more of an influential figure to the paladins (and even Allura and Coran!) because he's just that good of a pilot AND a person and they're all kinda enamoured with his flying adventures/secrets of the trade, so to speak. (This should have been especially present between Shiro and Lance, because, y'know, LANCE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER!?! Which the writers forgot, but anyways :DDD) And all of this of course leads up toooo,,,,!

Shiro being dead! :D YES, I SAID IT!!! I KNOW that we all love Shiro, but him being dead would honestly have been so much better for the story, ADHDHD! I used to hate this idea, but nowadays it just makes more sense. Give everyone a couple of seasons with him, have the whole 'Kuro' plotline still, but do it a lot earlier and have it hold more impact! Maybe 'Kuro's' body that we've been witnessing (that Shiro's psyche IS connected to) has to be 'killed'/destroyed by the paladins, and they think that that's the last of it, UNTILLL... It's revealed that Shiro's dead body is being kept by Haggar due to her needing his psyche (which she's maintaining with quintessance) because that's what allows her to control the clone bodies she's made of him and create an army of 'Kuro's' (is this making sense, umm). But yeah, that ends up coming back so as to not just be a 'Oh, that was never Shiro!' plotline. Continuing on~~~

I'm not gonna get TOO into how I'd rewrite each of the paladins + Altean's arcs and their relationships with each other because this is supposed to be simpler than that AND I have another draft idea saved specifically for that because if I ever finish writing it, it will be massive, LOL. In short (let's speedrun~)...

I need Keith to have relationships with the other paladins, AND with Coran and Allura. The writers want him to be everywhere but with the team, especially in the later seasons, and the only emotion they seem to want The Group to feel about him is angry he left/annoyed with his choices, etc. They wanted him to be cool and in trying to make that his only character trait completely cut him off from the rest of The Group that he is supposed to care about and be cared about by. WILD. His Dad and estranged Mum should have been brought up. His Mum not being there growing up and his Dad's unfortunate death should have been brought up. Him canonically being in foster care and fostered by Shiro should have been brought up! The emotional weight behind all of that?? Astounding! It genuinely vexes me that they did nothing with any of those plotlines. The moments he could have had with the paladins and Allura and Coran finding out about that stuff could have had so much depth and relationship growth if they'd chosen to explore literally any of it. But nooo, let's just say he's part alien and still refuse to even show the audience how everyone reacted! That's exactly what the audience wants, grrrr. (Not gonna get into the half-galran thing her either ~ I woulda done that differently in canon, so again it can wait for another post <3)

Lance actually being the Main Character that he was set up to be, PLEASE! Lance being the Black Paladin by the end of the story! Us hearing about his family and what inspired him to want to be in the space program! Hearing about his insecurities (*gets flashbacks*: the langst fanfics go CRAZY broo) and his friends helping him to grow and work through them! UGH!!! Lance's entire character started and remained the same throughout the show. The crumbs of growth we get between him and other characters is the same as I have mentioned: fleeting and temporary. And it's so unfortunate that the writers only seemed to want him to be this funny flirt with nothing beneath the surface, especially since THAT'S YOUR MAIN CHARACTER?!?! DO BETTER!!!

Hunk is a happy, anxious fellow who likes to cook and that's it. (WHERE'S THE LAMB SAAAUCE?!?!) I understand that he's a side-main character, but that in itself is a bad thing! He's a MAIN CHARACTER! Treat him as such! Give him more depth; the man loves to cook, excellent! Why is that? Is cooking important to his family? Does his passion come from tradition? Is his kindness commonplace in his home or is he trying to make up for something someone in his family lacks? How does he feel about being the therapist friend? (Let's face it, he totally is

Katie Holt, Pidge Gunderson,, where do I start with my favourite midget girl? Aside from what I've already said, I need her to be validated for being such a high academic achiever. I need her to experience burnout. I need her to struggle to decrypt alien technology and have a crisis more than once. Can she not behave as the little sister of the group? Can she not have all of that contained love for her father and brother and point it accidentally at Shiro and The BoysTM? Can she not do something she only used to do with her dad and Matt and feel viscerally bad and ill about it because she feels like she's replacing them?? HELLO??? The angst writes itself, sighhh. Also let her wear her hair in mini pigtails more often, that style was cute as a button, ahdhd <333

Shiro!!! I want this man to haunt the narrative, LOLL. He comes into the picture and remains this warm, reliable figure at first. But the first 'Kuro' body (the one The Group deals with) retains much of the mortal weakness that the real Shiro had, and so it retains his sickness as well (man is dead and on psychological life support when the story starts anyways, so might as well, HAHA-). Sickest part of all of this is that Shiro doesn't realize he's not inside of his actual body for a long time, but he does realize eventually. Makes it more tragic because I like my stories like that, LOL (I have no idea where the rest of what I wrote for Shiro disappeared to, but it was something along the lines of: 'angst when Shiro realizes he's not in his body and is actually dead; angst when Shiro tries to warn everyone that he isn't himself; angst when Shiro's 'Kuro' body gets killed to protect everyone, and angst when Shiro says goodbye to Keith and everyone in the swanky mind palace place (the one that he talks to Kieth at in canon) where he reveals that he died approx. however long ago and says his final goodbyes to them).

Allura deserves to start off as this snooty princess with high expectations for the paladins. She's scared that the Galra will destroy everything for everyone else too for crying out loud! She's allowed to be a bit demanding. But she does NOT remain or become a permanent Katara character, PLEASE!!! I love Katara, don't get me wrong, but having a character continuously AT EVERY INCOVENIANCE proclaim and complain about the same angst we've heard them monologue about 20 times already gets sooo Exhausting. Like yes, you have trauma, and that deserves to be addressed, but move the story forward and do something about it instead of telling us the same sob story for the 21st time in stagnation. She's not just 'console girl' either. She does end up as a Paladin (as does Lotor because he deserves to be the purple paladin, pink and purple soloing, WHOO!), and she gets to be shown as more of a leader over the coalition/rebellion because she's a princess! A Queen, if you will! Anyways ~ (how many times have I said that, eeee). She also gets to be a child with the other Paladins because she deserves that too! The 'monarch child forced to grow up too soon who learns how to have fun' trope be hittinggg

Coran deserved to have more relevance to Allura's character and the Paladins by proxy. We should have seen a flashback of some sort when they were younger with Coran looking after Allura/advising Alfor and his wife, etc. Make him seem more like his own character with personal connections rather than just an extension of Allura/a convenient way to help Allura get things done. He's hilarious, don't get me wrong, but he could have been more! (words for this whole show, LOL) He deserved to be an odd father figure to Allura; proud of her in victory, encouraging her in confusion, strength in her losses, etc. He deserved to be treated like someone the paladins would grieve if anything happened to him instead of just the missing loud voice when he wasn't in the room. Reliable unreliable man I love youuu <3

IN CONCLUSION: many thoughts, so many thoughts. I think that'll do for now :P Let me know what you think/if you agree or disagree, whatevers~ Here's to fanfictions that are better written than what we got *fireworks explode*.