#literally it’s just one of the dynamics of ever

[riotgurlll]

Chance (From Date Everything) Headcannons... NSFW

Okay so I'm obsessed with DE as well as Chance, And i've seen SO little material for this cutie so I'm taking it into my own hands.

TW: NSFW content, aka explicit material, spelling and grammar errors probably, plz be warned and lmk if I missed anything.

Contents/Mentions: Dom/Sub dynamic, Roleplay, depictions of male genitalia, mentions non-monogamy, gender neutral/afab or amab inclusive

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-Chance is a nerd. A dork, if you will. Did you see how excited he was when you indulged in his interest in GnG? The way his pretty brown eyes lit up when you expressed that you'd be interested in joining a session of his? He's such a sweetheart.. The more you visited him, the more he felt himself growing fonder and fonder of you. The way you went along with his stories, listened to him ramble on about the subject in it's entirety- gods, everything about you was just so perfect...

-He'd be a liar if he said you didn't turn him on.

-Chance may be a dork, but that doesn't stop him from teasing you- in his own cute and cheesy way, sometimes. Take things from the character sheets, to the other sheets? Say less! If chance is sure that you're interested in him, he's not afraid of making some flirty remarks.. clearly.

-He's a switch, 100%. Sometimes, when you two are playing a game and you're heavily debating you options, or he's watching you as you write about or draw your character, he can't help but admire your features. His mind drifts to... other things, as well. He just can't help it! You're so... alluring. The way your clothes fit your body- whether they're tight or baggy, doesn't go un-noticed by him. It's not uncommon for him to compliment you openly, simply- because deep down? He knows you love it when he does.

He can't help but imagine taking control over you- to show you how grateful he is that you spend so much time with him.. He'd quietly tell you sweet nothings, praising you for your kindness and creativity. He'll stroke your hair gently, holding it back for you to it doesn't fall in front of your face while bends you over and fucks you on your desk. You can't help but feel flustered... Poor Dasha! Mac too... But let's be honest, Mac has seen all the fanfiction you've read on your nerdy crushes, so they aren't surprised. And Dasha? Honestly probably rooting for Chance in her head. She's... so proud...! (sniffle)

But alas, there really is no true privacy in the house, and honestly, we all know not a single object in that damn house objects to seeing you that way. (haha. get it. objects. ha..)

But what if you were to get on top of him? Even if things started out with him having more control, he'd fall apart. Can you blame him? Seeing you bouncing on him like that is literally one of the hottest things you could do, like... ever. He'd be letting out all sorts of noises- whimpers, moans. I just KNOW he would get all whiny when he gets close, for sure. Feeling you clench around him drives him insane... Don't even get him started on the view.

-Speaking of, I think he's vocal ALL the way. Moans, Whimpers, whines, it doesn't matter. Personally, he hates the whole idea that men should be quiet during intimacy- why would he hide his pleasure from you? He wants you to know. He wants you to know how your beautiful self makes him feel. He'll talk you through it too, his voice getting all soft and low while he fucks himself into you. Chefs kiss, fr. Expect to here "yeah?" from this man. Especially if you're into it, cuz he knows full well what that'll do to you. He'll have the audacity to ask you if you feel good while you're cock drunk.. like mf? Obviously????

-Definitely into praise, both giving and receiving. He'll tell you how good you feel, how pretty/handsome you are.. He'll go on and on about how you're perfect for him, about how he fits inside you just right. He'll tell you that all he want's is to make you feel good, just like how you make him feel.

And if you praise him? That's a quick way to get him into a submissive space reeeeaaaal quick. Something about hearing you compliment him, tell him he's doing so good? He'll fold immediately. Tell him he's pretty- he'll whimper with no hesitation as he rests his head against whatever part of your body is closest to him. Your stomach, crook of your neck- forehead, he's down bad. BAD bad.

-Biceps. this doesn't have to be NSFW, but if you're like me, it is. iykyk.

-^^^ Okayyy, I'll expand upon this... I think he's both buff and chubby at the same time- I mean, look at him. He probably works out just so he can look like an OC of his or something, but who gives a fuck. He's strong, and soft. I just know this man gives the best hugs, don't even fucking play w me rn. Imagine him hugging you close while he fucks himself up into you? Yeah. Yeah. I don't need to say anything else about this.

-He's a solid 4.5 when he's soft- and now I know some of ya'll think that's tiny but it really isn't. Regardless, he's a grower anyways. When he gets hard, he's around 6 inches. I don't think he's circumsized though in all honesty. I just know this mans tip is sensitive. Chance is also thick, like serious girth here. You know those mini sized soda cans? That's probably the closest thing I can compare it to. I'm thinking his base is #f5ae8a- (Yeah. we're getting specific). His tip is probably around a #fb9888 color.

His cock is def curved too- upwards, to the left. It's so heavy that it has to lean one way anyways.

-OKAY. Imma state the obvious here. CLEARLY this man is into roleplaying in the sheets. It's cannon bruh. Now, this can be a spectrum- And if roleplay in bed isn't your thing, he won't force it on you whatsoever. It's not something he requires sexually.

However, if you are into it, he's happy. It doesn't even have to be some elaborate scenario. Cosplay as one of your GnG characters? He's sat. Or just cosplay in general- Put on a Tifa Lockhart (FROM THE LATER GAMES.) fit if you're fem leaning, he's acting like a damn dog. It doesn't have to be a fantasy outfit, it could be any reasonable character, he doesn't give a PISS. Going to a Renaissance festival with friends? Better see him while you're in that outfit cuz he's gonna be all over you. He's a nerd, he can't help it.

-Two man w Parker?- OOP??? Who said that... guys.... oh my gosh...

-When it comes to oral, of COURSE he loves giving. He would eyp or syd for hours if u could take it, that's just the truth- but he does have a guilty pleasure for receiving. Watching you go down on him is literally a dream come true. He'll be grabbing your hair, fucking up into your mouth, all while sounding like a damn porno above you.

"Just like that.." "Please, don't stop.." "y'feel so good...-"

-He'd call you nicknames for sure. Beautiful, Handsome, Honey, Love, Sweetheart- anything,really. And he'd love to hear you call him those things too. Could definitely get behind sir and ma'am in a roleplay scenario.

-Honestly a thigh/ass guy. Phatty or nah, he doesn't give a fffFFFFUCK. Wrap those damn legs around him- crush his head, do whatever. And you best believe he looooves hitting it from the back. He'll grab onto your hips like he needs it to live.

-He doesn't care what you look like, but I feel like he would have a sweet spot for chubby people. Def the type of guy to say there's "more to love". He loves a tummy.

-Sit on that mans face. He loves that shit SOOO much. And no, don't hover either, he'll grab you and make you sit if he has to- he's not playing.

-He'd also love to see you lingerie. Put on something dark red and lacey, he'll be on his knees unwrapping you like a present in seconds. He'll press kisses all over you, down your stomach, your thighs, chest, neck- he can't get enough of you.

-Chance would love it if you grinded on his thigh while he was doing something- maybe updating a character sheet, taking notes for a storyline while also having a hand on your hip/ass as he helped you rut your hips against his strong leg. Occasionally, he'll press kisses to your lips and jaw before getting back to work.

-He loves his hands. He loves running them all over your body in places you like and allow him to. He loves being about to grope at your body, being able to hold you, move you at his will. He's got big hands too, no doubt. Big, strong hands with thick fingers that feel amazing inside of you, or wrapped around you.

-Would mumble "Holy crit" During it. Don't lie to urself, he would. That man will be giving you the most dubious back shots in centuries and you'll hear him whisper it under his breath.

-If you were to tease him, he'd definitely get all blushy. he's so cute!!! He'd get all stuttery, probably avoid eye contact. Just because he's more confident than he may seem doesn't mean you can't make him flustered, and TRUST me, it's easy to make him flustered- if it's coming from you, of course.

-Not smutty or nsfw but I headcannon him to have HELLA tattoos up and down both his arms. I know he already has one on the underside of his forearm, but I'm talking SLEEVES.

-Check ups every now and then. You guys have a safe word too- which just so happens to be Gargoyle.

-Aftercare is sooo important to him. He'll be sure to clean you up gently, get you some water, a snack if you need it. He'll cuddle with you, run his hands through your hair- whatever you need, you have it. And it's the other way around, if you're domming him, make sure you take care of this man. It makes him feel so loved and cared for- if you brush him off, then he just feels tossed around and used.

[secretaccountlol]

TRIGGER : DUBCON— SMUT ! This is Mohawk mark.. he’s not a super nice guy lol.

This is my first ever dubcon so I’m like super nervous about it lmao

Cw: AFAB reader. I mention the reader wears panties n a bra and he does cup your breast (describing as fitting in his hand but no description of size)

Kinks are ; fingering, biting, degrading (whore, slut and things of that nature) praise.

Summary: You’re a supervillain Mohawk mark… takes an interest in… :0!

This literally came to me in a fucking DREAM yall (yes apparently i dream fanfic now!) so if the plot is bonkers.. don’t blame me — er well.. blame my brain which is still blaming me okay whatever enjoy

Guys.. I’m so nervous to post this idk why..

Your powers are undefined ; but you are strong enough to *hurt* mark. 

If you like this I’ll post the second part. So repost and leave a comment letting me know what you think! I read everything sent to me :)

Your mom is a supervillain.

You found out when you were younger. On accident.

Of course, you first assumed she was a hero—what with her fancy get up—but, then, you saw the news. And surprisingly quickly, you realized that this wasn’t the case.

At least, she did it for a cause, though she did occasionally swipe a few shiny artifacts for herself. If the British museum could steal precious artifacts and be praised for it, why couldn’t she?

Despite this, didn’t change your family dynamic.

Your mom was still a kind woman who instilled within you a sense of justice, taught you the value of family, to be kind to others. Your mother was saint in your eyes, even if she could be… impish to others.

So, imagine your surprise when she comes crashing into through the back door of your house, bloodied and bruised. Suffice to say you aren’t very fucking impressed.

“Oh my god mom! Are you okay?? What the hell happened?!”

Your legs move faster than she can react, you haul her up with one arm walking her to the couch.

“Language, baby. And I’m fine. It’s just a flesh wound.”

“No! Fuck that—sorry.. but mom, this isn’t a flesh wound, who did this to you?! Tell me!”

Your hands shake her slightly, as her eyes trail from yours. This is the part she never lets you see.

“Mom. Please?”

“I’m going to get the first aid kit.”

Your mom slowly lifts before you push her back down.

“No. I got it. After I patch you up, I’m goin’ to find that bastard and put him in the ground.”

Your mom groans as she bites your name from her lips, “No! This is exactly why I don’t let you see me like this, I don’t want you to follow in my footsteps. You’re a good kid.. you don’t need a record. To always have to look over your shoulder. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been beat, darling.”

“Mom. Following in your footsteps would an honor.”

Your mother sighs, her mouth opening to speak you hold your hand up to stop her.

“But, I understand you don’t want me to and I respect that. But mom, there’s no reason for them to .. to beat you halfway unconscious like this! It’s not like you’re killing anybody.”

Your mother scoffs, “Baby, I don’t even have a bruised rib, if anything that new hero took pity on me.”

“New hero..?”

Your heels dig into the floor as you turn toward your mother, med-kit gripped in your hands.

There’s only one new hero you knew. Same one caused destruction on a daily basis, if you didn’t know he was a superhero, you would have probably assumed he was a villain too.

Now that your mom’s getting older, she’s not as fast as she used to be. You find yourself helping her out more than she cares to admit, which meant even more close encounters with that fuckface.

You try to keep your peace, but it slips away from you the second you see her bleeding, holding a towel to the new gash on her scalp.

“That fuc-freakin’ dick head in— in ..invin— god what is his dumb ass name?!”

“Invincible, darling.”

“Yeah, him! He did this to you mom?”

Your mom is quiet again, staring through the window.

“Mom. So help me god.. if that’s who hurt you—“

Your mom’s head quickly whips away from the window, her body tensing before relaxing.

“Baby.. it’s fine, I’m fine, let’s not worry about it. Come on, just patch me up—“

Anyone else wouldn’t have caught it, but you know your mom.

You bolt to the window before she let out a sound of disapproval.

That blue fucker hovered around your neighborhood, scanning the multicolored rooftops, most likely looking for your mother. Your eyebrows furrow.

Not the first time you’ve seen him, fought him.

Your mind zips back a memory of your mom on the news, running like prey from him and his merry little band of freaks. Your fist became fury as you tore through those streets, you couldn’t get a good hit on him though, didn’t matter at the time, you were only there to make sure your mom escaped, she did so you left.

Words were exchanged— hot and heavy and that was just the first time you fought him.

But this is different. This is your home, an advantage, no masks or multi-colored friends to help him.

“Don’t do anything stupid. We shouldn’t alert them of our home base!” Your mothers words hissed from her mouth, but your ears were brick walls.

The house shudders as you speed out the door, your shoes leave skid marks on the pavement as your head whips around before locking your eyes on him.

“Hey! You fucking corpo shill!”

Invincible’s head ticks as he searches for your voice.

“Over here, dumbass! Shouldn’t you be less of a directionally-challenged asshole from that high?”

Your grin splits your face as he spots you,

“Damn, who pissed in your cereal?”

“Same person who gave you that fuck ass haircut.”

His smirk made your blood rise as he hovered just above you.

“I actually quite like my Mohawk, makes me look sexy, don’t you think?”

His fingers tangle through his hair, brushing it slightly out of his face. You can admit, he’s… Hot.

At least, good looking, his skintight suit accentuates his curves and abs.

“Really? Do you also think it’s sexy to beat up old women too?” Your fist tightened, your stand widened.

A breath gets caught in throat as a chuckle slips out, “Hmm, I don’t remember beating up any old women,” his finger taps his bottom lip.

“Buttt, I do remember chasing an old hag through the streets, why? You know her?”

“Old… hag?”

“Ooo, I take it you do, huh?” His head tilts, as your eyes twitch.

Your name falling from your mom's voice causes both you and Invincible heads to snap to her.

You watch as Invincible’s tongue swipes over his lips, “Oh, there you are, been lookin for ya—“

His body shifts towards your mom, his eyes no longer focused on you, good. More words rush out from his mouth towards your mother, you can’t make them out though, the blood from your adrenaline pumps sucks the air quiet around you.

Your fist whirls back, as your body slugs its weight into the punch.

Your soft skin collides with the hard jaw of Invincible, a mini sonic boom blasts the dust away from both of you as your eyes lock with his, and he stumblea backwards as his neck tweaks.

“That.. actually hurt..?”

You don’t wait for him to catch his breathe, another strike to the gut then an uppercut.

No words, just movement.

Compared to him, you know you're not evenly matched, but if you just keep moving..

Keep moving.

His hands catch yours, fingers clench in a crushing grip. “Whoa, I wasn’t expecting that. You— you got few punches in there!”

You tug your arm as you try to gain distance,

“Tsk, nah can’t get away—“

Shit..! Think— think!

You dash into him, closing distance fast as your head reels back.

CRACK!

Your skull connects with his nose, blood sprouts his nose as you rip your wrist away.

“Mom! The garage door.. Open it! We can—“

Your body slides up the driveway as the force of Invincible’s punch whips you back. His arms wrestle you down you, pinning your body onto the concrete.

“Nuh-uh, none of that working together bullshit!”

“Fuck you!” Your body writhes underneath him,

“Ooh yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

Heat blooms in your lower half, as his half-lidded eyes rake over you.

“You‘re fuckin’ disgusting!”

“Yeah baby, but what are you?” His hands slide up your neck, tracing over your trachea before his fingers grip in an unwavering hold, your head stretches back as you try to gain more air, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth. Your hands desperately try to scratch at his face, and his fist raisea.

“I ain’t into hittin’ innocent people but you don’t too innocent to me to right now, heh.”

“Invincible!”

His head tips up as yours tilts back, your mother.

And your savior, your P-f High power gun gripped in her hands, red beam instantly knocks him backwards.

“Fuck! My eye!”

You scramble to your feet running towards your mother, you don’t get far, your enemy is already tackling you to floor of your garage.

“Goddamn, you're slippery!”

“Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ idiot!”

“Mm, an idiot that’s got you pinned”

“Really? Because to me looks like you’re the one who's pinned.”

A laugh bubbles out from you as watch him scan the room.

Your garage was your solace, your place to work—also conveniently your weapon’s locker, your automatic weapons beams train on his back.

Your head tilts, “What now, Invincible..? You move, this whole place lights up.”

“Think I’m afraid of some fuckin’ guns?”

“Mm, no, but these babies are pretty high powered, wouldn’t want my neighbors to get shish kebabs by a stray laser, now, wouldn’t ya?”

“Darling, don’t be rash, we don’t— we don’t need to hurt anyone else.”

Your mom's voice is ice to a searing wound.

His palms squeeze the curve of your wrist, “Yeah, darling. We don’t need to hurt anyone else.”

“Mom, close the garage door, now.”

Your eyes don’t leave his, they can’t.

They fester in you, piercing darkness that you both mirror.

“Howdy neighbors! What’s goin’ on here?”

Both you and Invincible break eye contact. His head turns to look behind him, his grip loosening allowing you to sit up, his hands still rest on your wrist though.

It’s your neighbor, Holly.

You all blink, your mother is the first to speak, briskly walking past you both.

“Oh hi, Holly! How are you?”

“I’m just doin just fine, just wondering what all the commotion was about, ‘n I wanted to make sure y’all were okay!”

Holly’s hands clasp together, as she begins side stepping your mother to let herself inside.

“Oh! Uh, we’re just fine. Ms. Holly.” You try to raise a hand to wave at her but his hand won’t budge causing you to scowl, mouthing ‘let me go!’

“And who might this be? I ain’t seen you around here before!” Holly grinned, you’re not sure if you’re relieved or pissed, such a nosey neighbor.

“Oh..! Him? He’s.. uh just.-“

“Boyfriend.”

“Wha—“

His knee inches against your crotch, a muffled gasp slips through his fingers as his hand covers your mouth, mustering a disarming smile.

“Sorry, she gets so embarrassed when I actually say it. “

Your tongue slithered against his palm, his eyes wince with disgust but his smile remains constant. His knees push deep into your crotch, a shudder rings through your body.

“I — uh.. we were wrestling.. that’s the noise you heard earlier.”

“Oooh” Holly eyes light up, “Hmm, what’s with that get up? If I didn’t know any better looks like you're wearing that, what’s his name? Invin….”

Invincible’s eyebrows twitch; you take the opportunity to bite his fingers making him yank away.

“Yeah, you mean Invincible! He’s a big fan boy, aren’t you?”

His eyes shoot darts at you, his smile disappears as he faces you.

Your mother pipes up, “We— uh, just got back from the comic con in town! So, he was dressed up! And that’s why I’m so beat up looking, yup!”

“Aww, you two are a bunch of nerds, huh? How cute!”

“Yup.” You let out a high-pitched laugh, “Hey, sweetheart. Help me up, would ya?”

His teeth graze his lips as his mouth twitches into a quick frown, “Sure can, baby.”

He damn near yanks your arm out of its socket as he pulls you to your feet, you trip over your own body, but Invincible steadies you, his hands gripping your waist as you find your balance.

His lips grace your ears in a seemingly loving gesture to your neighbor.

“If you think I’m goin’ to let you leave my grasp after the shit you pulled?”

His fingers squish into supple skin, strained air hisses through your throat,

He pulls back to gaze upon you, lips slightly apart, your heart fluttering in unnatural rhythm.

A snort fills the air as you feel heat rise to your cheeks under his watchful eyes. What are mere seconds feels like hours before he turns to face Holly once more.

“My name is Mark, Miss Holly. Pleasure to meet you.” His hand stretches out to her as the other rest comfortably on your waist, tucking you practically under his arms.

Holly grasps it before he bends down to kiss it, winking at her.

Fucking bastard.

“Ooh, you sure know how to pick em’, neighbor! I like this one.” Holly’s giggle makes bile rise from your throat but you chew it down.

“Ha, yup sure do..” You pat his chest, grinning at Holly.

“So, Holly..” Your mom’s voice snaps Holly out of that cutesie reverie, “We’re about to go inside so—“

“Oh! Yes, that’s what I also wanted to say! Remember, the neighborhood get-together is starting soon, so I wanted to give your complementary picnic blankets!”

Holly skips over to your mom, pulling two fluffy blankets from her purse before plopping them in her hands.

“Oh, um! Holly I’m.. well since inv— Mark! Is here I’m not sure we’ll be able to come..!”

“Aww well, I’m sure he’d wanna join, it’s fun for the whole family! Right, Mark?”

You clear your throat before attempting to speak,

“Well, H—“

His hand squeezes your hips, wince of pain oozes down your spine, making your knees almost buckle. You lean on Mark for support; he welcomes your weakness.

“Yeah! I’d love to go, but I definitely need to change out of … this costume, heh. Come on baby.. let’s... refreshen up inside, hm?”

Your eyes muster as much displeasure as they can as ushers you to the garage door.

“Wait!”

Your mom's panicked shrill spooks Holly, as she looks between you to her,

“Don’t worry, we won’t be too long. Right?”

Mark’s unnerving smile irks your mother.

“Yeah, it’ll be quick, mom. Promise..”

Your words heave out of you, your lips uptick into smile, trying to ease your mom's anxiety as Mark drags you into the hallway.

Mark flips you against the wall, pinning you by your waist, as he towers.

“You know I was jokin’ when I said you wanted to fuck me. Didn’t think it was true.”

“Fuck you!”

“Mmm, really wishing it into existence, huh, darling?”

“Fuck yo— you don’t get to call me that!”

“Aww, but your mommy does? Why can’t I? Hm?”

You throw a right hook, which is easily caught and pinned next to your head. “It’s crazy how making you horny just makes you sooo weak.”

Your ears burn with shame, “What— what the hell are you on about, dude?!”

His knee rest just under your crotch again, bumping ever so slightly.

“Your mom’s still out there, as that— what’s ..that bitch’s name again? Holly? Havin’ to listen to Holly’s incessant yapping worried about her child being beaten to a pulp. But really, you’re in here about to get your back blown out. Isn’t that funny?”

His knee grinds into you, light pressure, enough to spark a little pleasure, not enough to get off.

Your hand free hand shoots to his shoulder to push him away. But that’s not what happens, your nails dig into his shoulder as you grind back into his knee, chasing more simulation.

Your mouth twitches as you reach his eyes, fury meets with lust.

“Shit, look at you.. all wound up like this? Are you always this sensitive?”

His words growl against your neck as his teeth nip against your skin.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t wanna.”

His tongue leaves a long stride of saliva up your throat before sucking and your hips stutter as the hickey forms.

“Ah! Not there, you asshole!”

“Shut up, you’re not the one in control right now.”

Strings of saliva fall against your hot skin as he admires his handiwork, his fingertips brush against the blooming bruise, a low involuntary rumble levels out of you as you track his movements.

“So fuckin’ hot. Open your legs f’me.”

Your head twist away from him, the chagrin of it all has you gulping for words.

“Come on, be a good slut for me.”

Eons pass as your legs inch open, your eyes can’t meet his anymore, all that rage replaced with guilt, with desire.

“Look at that. Is that a wet spot in your pants already?”

“I— ..I don’t”

“You don’t, you don’t what?” Mark mocks you, his fingers fiddle with your waist band.

“G-god! Just get on with it.”

“I don’t like your tone.”

“Wh-..what are you, the tone police? Just.. fuck, just fuck me already. If you’re gonna do it, do it!”

“Beg.”

“I—... I am not begging!”

“Damn, I guess I should go ahead and call for backup.”

Your eyes widen as you neck snaps back to trace his features.

“What?”

“I mean, I know where you live now, and your mom? She’s gotten away with a lot of shit over the years. She’s like you, slippery. Imagine the praise I’ll get for catching her, imagine the years she’ll get for all the stolen merch.”

Your eyes search his for doubt, none found.

“Please..” Your eyes cast downwards.

“Hm?” You hear his grin forming.

“Please..fu..”

“Come on, you’ve been sayin’ it to me all day. You can do it.”

“Ple— please fuck me..”

His growl of approval has your body shivering as his hand shoves down your waistband.

Your body jolts, his fingers slither to your clit.

“Invincible!” Your hands settle on his shoulders again your head struggles to stay upright.

“Mark.”

“H—huh?”

“Name’s Mark, scream that instead of invincible.”

“I’m not callin’ you a fake ass name, Invinc—..!”

“Good, cause it’s not fake.”

“Wait. You really told Holly, your real name? How fucking stupid are you!”

A sharp gasp keeps you from hurling more insults as his fingers pinch your clit.

“Sure fuckin’ did, don’t worry bout forgettin’ it either, You’ll be screamin’ it in a minute.”

His fingers don’t ease you in, they’re coarse as he rubs harsh circles against your aching pearl, a whimper continually rips through your throat as Mark peppers it with bites and slobber.

His other hand roams your body, shifting itself under your top and into your bra, the swell of your breast fits perfectly in his hand as he pinches your nipples, and a burst of moans tremble through your mouth as he tweaks your pebbled buds.

“Yeah, let me hear those slutty moans.”

“Invincibl—“

The stinging pain of Mark’s teeth sinking into your shoulder makes your hips buck against him as you whine. Your nails dig into his skin, trying to mirror the pain he’s inflicting.

“It’s Mark.”

“Fuc—fuck you...”

His chest crush against yours, your arms weakly try to push away as his hand snatches your chin down to look at him.

“Open.”

You squint, a silent challenge. His fingers press harder against your clit, you bite your lip as a moan threaten to pry your lips open.

“Stubborn, huh? Fine.” His voice was flat, unimpressed with your sudden reigniting confidence.

Mark’s fingers travel down your lips, spreading the growing slick down to the opening of your cunt.

The feeling leaves goosebumps crawling underneath your skin.

A horrifying, sinking sensation that leaves you shuddering in breaths.

His eyes bore into you,. Watching. Observing every twitch of your lips, your panicked inhales. His fingers trace circles around your entrance before ramming two fingers into your hole.

Your head whacks the wall; a crack forms under the divot you’ve made against it. Your mouth stretched as you pound your fist against his chest. Your back arches as his fingers stretch open your cunt, “Invic—Mark!”

He seizes the chance; his lips hold yours captive as his tongue shoves down your throat, drool drips down your chin as your pink muscle weakly fights back.

Your vision grows spotty as the air from your lung wheezes out of you. Your hands squeeze his shoulders as muffled whimpers are swallowed whole by him.

Your silent plea of mercy are heard as the audible pop of your lips separating fills the room.

Your eyelashes flutter, your pupils dilate stare at him, as your rhythmic pant flows out of your swollen lips.

“Fuck. Look atcha. I’ve barely done anything, and you’re in shambles.”

“You’re fuckin cra—ah..!”

His fingers curl in your sweet spot, “Hm? What was that?”

“Mar..mark!”

“Yeah. That’s better.”

Your pants are ruined, more of your slick trickles down as his fingers pump, there's an undeniable, wet shlick your pussy makes as his digits are plugged into you over and over.

Your knees buckle as you slump back, mumbling his name like a mantra, as he continues to bully your aching hole,

“Mark! Mark— pleas..ah!”

“Please what? Is this all it takes? One fingerbang and you’re ready to surrender? Fuckin’ weak.”

A pathetic whimper sobs shakes through your body as he shoves you harder into the wall, his fingers gaining a new angle, sinking deeper into your cunt.

“Be a good fuckin’ whore and cum for me, seems to me that’s the only thing you’re good for.”

Your hand raises; your nails scrape his cheek as you slap him.

“ ‘m I’m not— mhn! Not weak!”

A low chuckle rumbles through his chest, his thumb finds your clit again, rotating those rough waves of pleasure.

“Sh—I can’t!”

“Thhhattt‘s it, on cum on these fuckin’ fingers,”

You feel euphoric as that delicious hot pressure bubbles from your core, your eyes roll into your skull as his psychotic laugh echoes through your mind and a rapturous wave of pleasure is replaced with overwhelming dread as he doesn’t stop.

Your hips jerk involuntarily as his fingers drills you through your high.

“Mhm! Maarrk! Plea—! Sto..ah!”

“Come on, give me ‘nother”

“Nooo..!” Your fingers grip his wrist, as your head shakes furiously.

“You can take it, you’re not weak remember?”

“ ‘m not!”

“Good. Take it then.”

The squelch of your cunt is all you can hear as Mark’s lips captures yours, as your body tenses, your head attempts to pull away from his.

His free arm grasps the back of your neck your lips smash together, stealing your breath.

Your legs give out as your second orgasm hits you like a truck.

A Mark-shaped truck.

“That’s it, fall apart.”

Mark’s fingers stretch your cunt out with one last stroke, your hole twitches around nothing as he pulls away.

“All fucked out now, hm?”

A soft growl rumbles from you,

“Nothing to say?”

His tongue glides up his arm, encircling his fingertips as your juices mixed with his saliva as you watch him deep throat his fingers.

“Gross.”

Your arms wobble as you use the wall to inch yourself up. Your feet trip as you try to make your way into your room.

Mark snatches you up before your ass hits the floor.

“Fallin’ for me already?”

“Oh my god, fuck off!”

“Didn’t your mommy teach you manners?”

The garage door whips open as your mom screams your name.

“Speak of the devil.” Marks brows raise,

“Could I get some clothes, lady? Can’t show to the neighborhood bash in my ‘wrestling gear’.”

“You—“

“It’s okay, Mom. I’m fine, you should go get the clothes. Maybe we still have some of dad’s old clothes?”

Your mother’s face lights up in anger.

“I am not giving him your fath—“

“Please.. mom?”’

“Baby, bu—“

Mark’s costume wrinkles as you grip the material, his hands mirror yours, hands stroking your waist, unwavering smile.

“It’s okay, I’m okay. He— he won’t hurt me.”

A silent signal of trust.

Your mom obeys, brushing past you both, a glance over her shoulder before vanishing into the hallway.

Your eyes settle upon him again, scowl plays on your features as a smirk played across his.

“Why are you still here? To torture us?”

He tuts, “Why so morbid? I just wanna be your pretend boyfriend for a bit, babes. Have a little fun, won’t you?”

“No.”

“Too bad.”

His eyes lower, flicking between to your lips then back to your eyes, your breath holds as his thumb brushes your bottom lip.

“Here.”

You both jump as your mother’s voice sliced through tension.

Your mom’s arms outstretched, your dad's clothes neatly folded in her hands.

“Bathroom is down the hall, door to the left, get cleaned up there.”

Mark turns on his heels, his hand hovers over the clothes, grin playing on his lips as he leaned,

“Thank you, mom.”

His head turns to you in an owlish manner, “I’ll back back, babe.”

You stand next to your mom as you watch him skip down the hallway, the creak of door shutting sends rush of release.

Your mother’s arms wrap around you hastily,

“Are you okay, baby? Her hands stroke your cheek, moving your head, stretching your neck.

“Oh, these bruises..! Did he—?”

Your face feels hot as your mother runs her fingers over your hickies, you usher her hands away, cover your neck as you avoid her gaze.

“It’s fine, mom! We uh.. talked things through. Af—after a bit…”

Your mother’s eyes trace the new crack forming in the wall.

“I see..”

Her eyes snap back to you, “Did he say what he wanted?”

“Just wants to go the block party with me? He said if I don’t .. do what he wants he’ll rat us out.”

“Shit.”

Your brows fly up, hearing your mother cuss, is unprecedented, your hand rubs her chin as she exhales.

“Okay. Plan, we do what we he wants to today, then we get the hell out of dodge and move base again.”

You bit your lip,

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

“I just don’t know what he wants. Why he’s toying with us..”

Your mom tilts her head back, her eyes close.

“My guess..He wants to be entertained.”

“What’s a man gotta to do get some food? Maybe we should head to the block party early, babes.”

Your father’s clothes fit him surprisingly well. He almost looked.. like a regular well adjusted human.

Piercings now adorned his face as well.

A brow piercing, double looped ear piercing, and snake bites.

“You have piercings?” Your face quirks to the side as you scan his face.

“Yeah, take em out when I’m doing patrols, why you like?”

His grin makes your temperature rise.

“Shut up.”

…

Part 2

[cloverandstuff]

Let's overanalyze the recent cover art

The art all have the symbolic red flowers that have been forever tied with Alien Stage. Every single person has one that corresponds to them. They all seem to symbolise love.

First up is MiziSua, with the song 'My Clematis'

The two are staring at each other, both wide-eyed. They share some eye-contact, though not fully.

Mizi is staring at Sua, but mainky takes not f the petak that has fallen, choosing to swipe it off her face. Maybe it symbolises how she sees Sua as perfect and will make actions to correlate to that?

Sua seems to be slightly surprised, but still atares openly at Mizi while she stays still, letting the petal be removed. She also seems to be a bit flustered by the attention.

Mizi has two flowers placed in her hair, delicately placed in a way that makes it seem intentional that Sua placed it there with care. Meanwhile, Sua has a flower crown as well as a basket of flowers.

To me, it adds to how much Mizi loved Sua. Mizi was blunt with how her favourite person was Sua, and how much she showered her eith affection that was never truly subtle. She treated her like her goddess, and that what I think is seen eith how the flower crown is shapped literally like a tiara/crown.

It's not to say that Sua loved Mizi any less (as i suspect the basket of flowers represents her love for Mizi) but she was more careful with her love. More gentle and more subtle. She loved carefully because she treated Mizi as someone to protect.

Next is Ivantill, with their song Cure.

Something I noticed first is the expressions. Specifically, Till's expression. Ivan has the same expression when he tries to be annoy Till, demanding his attention for even a moment. But Till is smiling, though he looks a bit caught off-guard and maybe even confused. His collar isn't red or even yellow, meaning he does not feel any danger at that moment.

Ivan does not have any flowers as far as we can see. Instead he seems to have made a flower crown, dumping it on Till's head randomly and carelessly. He didn't bther to properly place it on the head, he just dropped it from a distant height.

This could symbolise how, in Cure, Ivan's love was shown randomly and carelessly, keeping a distance and avoiding a proper response. He just kissed Till suddenly and then got shot to death.

Till is caught off guard, but he does not seem to register any true danger. Instead, he is holding a flower crown of his own that does not have a clear recipient. But it seems obvious eith the pattern of the covers, that this was meant for Ivan. It's still in his hands though, eith no sign being made that he was gonna give it, just that it's there.

This could show how Till's love is present, it exists. But it never got a chance to be shown, still clutched in his hands. He is not readyto give it just yet and was never given the oppurtunity, with the distance Ivan kept subconsciously when it came to his love. Till could have actually loved Ivan, but the chance was never truly there.

Finally, we get to Hyuluka with their song Wiege

Their expressions are a clear view of their childhood dynamic.

Hyuna was always fond of Luka finding amusement in whatever he did, and show affection for the boy openly, even not yet romantic.

Luka constantly stares at Hyuna, and he stares here as well. He does not show any clear emotion but he seems to be content letting Hyuna do as she pleases with his hair.

The flowers in Hyuna's hair are placed woth false security, stems poking out, and easily able to fall. But two to wrap around a clutch of hair, still carelessly made but ever-present.

This can symbolise how Luka's love is childish and careless. He does not know to properly show affection as he was never taught to do so, which leads him to act on instant, which means being affectionate based on instinct. Like the flowers just shoved into the hair, Luka shoves his love onto Hyuna.

Luka is in the middle of getting flowers placed in his hair, with a few already being placed. They are placed there carefully, but Hyuna unsure how to place the last bunch, messing up Luka's hair a bit.

This could show how Hyuna was in the middle of learning to accept her love for Luka. She was unsure of how to love him, or why she even did. But she still loved him, though she would still want to confuse him, get a moment of revenge against him.

[2-faded-memory-2]

manwhore dankovsky is everything to me, especially when partnered with his socialite ness being just another layer of being phony and overcompensating. like ooo thats so perfect. daniil faking himself like 85% percent of the time including one of the most vulnerable situations a person can be in is so perfect to me.

[camficdiner]

Best server ever can I get [1.1], [2.6] (older man x younger woman), [3.6], [4.2]. And a vision of the reader’s brother being bsfs with Jack. 💞

☕️ Cams Fic Diner – Order 075

🍒 Thank you for this deliciously forbidden prompt — I had so much fun sinking into the tension, the quiet snobbery, and Jack’s slow spiral into obsession. Your request brought this dynamic to life in the filthiest, softest way. Hope it hits all the right nerves.

💬 "Ghost"

✨ description and prompts

• Character: Jack Hughes x reader

• Prompt: You patch up his injury, then he asks you to stay the night

• Type: Age gap • best friend’s little sister

• WC: 1.9k

✨🍒🛼🧁

You’d met Jack Hughes more times than you could count.

Game nights. Birthday parties. Post-win dinners where the whole team piled into your apartment like frat boys with sticks. You were Jesper Bratt’s younger sister, after all. His baby sister. The one who studied medicine, who kept her head down, who rolled her eyes when someone shouted “Puck slut!” across the hallway of Prudential Center and you didn’t even blink.

You’d been around hockey guys your entire life.

And you didn’t trust a single one of them.

Least of all Jack.

Too charming. Too cocky. Too used to getting what he wanted.

But tonight, he was bleeding.

Literally.

There was a gash running across his ribs, just under his left arm — a clean slice from a blade in a scramble behind the net. Jesper brought him in, arm slung over his shoulder, and you’d barely looked up from your tablet when you heard the front door slam.

“lil sis, please. Just help him. The team’s med crew is tied up with Nico and—”

“I got it,” you said flatly.

He stood shirtless in the kitchen, eyes narrowed as you disinfected the wound.

“You’re good at this,” he muttered.

You didn’t look up. “I’m literally in med school.”

He smirked.

You finished stitching, wordless, then pulled off the gloves.

“I’m done. I’m going home.”

Jesper came back from the hallway just in time to hear you grab your keys.

Jack was the one who stopped you.

“Wait,” he said, stepping between you and the door. He was still shirtless. Still bleeding a little at the edge of the bandage. “Come with me.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Come home with me.”

You stared at him. “Why the fuck would I do that?”

He didn’t miss a beat.

“Because you’re the only one in this whole circle who doesn’t try to impress me. You don’t talk to me. You don’t flirt. You don’t even smile. You’re like a ghost at every team dinner — always watching, never participating.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again.

“You’re cold,” he added, voice low. “And sharp. And somehow the only person who makes me feel like I don’t already know the ending.”

You hated how still you went. How warm you felt all of a sudden.

“I want to see what happens when you stop hiding,” he finished.

You let out a laugh — short, breathless.

“…Drive.”

The second the car doors shut, it shifted.

The quiet wasn’t tense. It was loaded.

You sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed, lips parted, heart hammering. Jack looked over at you only once at the red light — and when he did, his eyes dropped straight to your thighs.

“You should tell me to stop,” he said, low.

You didn’t.

You didn’t say anything.

You just turned toward him, pulled the hair elastic from your wrist, and twisted your hair up into a messy knot like you’d done a thousand times in the hospital — practical, clean, ready.

Jack groaned. “Fuck.”

He pulled over.

Didn’t even wait for the engine to cool before he was leaning across the center console, grabbing your jaw, pulling your mouth to his.

You kissed like a dare — hands sliding into his hair, your chest pressed to his, the gear shift digging into your side as his tongue slid past your lips.

“I’ve thought about this so many fucking times,” he murmured. “You don’t even look at me, and I’m losing my mind.”

You gasped as his hand slipped under your skirt, up your thigh, knuckles rough and warm.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it,” he growled.

Your only answer was a whimper when he pulled you into his lap, your knees straddling his thighs, your head pressed against the roof of the car.

“Fuck, you’re gonna break me,” he whispered.

You rolled your hips down, feeling the hard line of him through his jeans, and that’s when it snapped.

The composure. The patience. The “I’m Jesper’s best friend” guilt.

He unzipped his jeans, not bothering to fully push them down, and dragged your panties to the side.

“You’re sure?” he said, eyes burning.

You nodded.

That was all he needed.

He slid into you slow, and then hard — deep, full, unrelenting. The car rocked slightly with every thrust. His fingers gripped your hips, forcing you down to meet him, again and again.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “You feel too good. You feel too fucking good.”

You buried your face in his neck, moaning shamelessly.

His hand slid up your back, grabbing your throat lightly, angling your face toward his.

“You gonna stop hiding now?” he rasped. “You gonna let me see you for real?”

You whimpered his name.

His mouth crushed yours.

The windows fogged. Your skirt was hiked to your waist. You rode him until your thighs shook and your breath broke and he cursed against your skin, biting your shoulder as he came.

You collapsed against him, both of you panting in the thick, humid silence.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” he said quietly.

You lifted your head, hair messy, lips swollen.

“Then don’t make me regret it.”

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The morning after, your phone had three unread messages from Jesper and a mild ache between your legs that made you flinch when you moved. Jack had pulled into that empty overlook like a man possessed, fucked you in the dark with one hand still on the steering wheel, and didn’t even pretend to be sorry about it.

You hadn’t seen him since — which was fine.

Totally fine.

You’d both agreed, right? Just heat. Just the weird pull between two people who shouldn’t care this much.

Except now it was two days later and you were sitting in his passenger seat again. Heading to his place. And something in you had snapped.

He looked too good like that — hair still damp from practice, hoodie half-zipped, knuckles red from the last game, one hand on the wheel, the other flexing over the gearshift like he was itching to touch you.

“You’re quiet,” he said, voice low.

You didn’t answer.

You just undid your seatbelt, shifted sideways, and leaned over the console.

“What are you—”

You unzipped him.

Jack’s breath hitched. “Baby—fuck—”

“You keep calling me a ghost,” you murmured, kissing the line where his hip met his thigh, “but this feel real enough to you?”

His hand flew to your hair the second your lips wrapped around him. He nearly jerked the car to the side.

“Jesus—okay—fuck—” he groaned, hips twitching, jaw slack. “You’re gonna make me crash—”

You didn’t stop. You sucked him down slow, then deep, then even deeper, until he was gripping the wheel with white knuckles, sweat beading at his temple. You loved how he fell apart — all those cocky smirks gone, reduced to nothing but gasps and curses and the way he choked out your name like it was a prayer.

When he came, it was with a broken groan, head thrown back, one hand in your hair, the other still somehow keeping the car on the road.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, tucking himself back in as you wiped your mouth and sat up. “You tryna kill me or—?”

You kissed his cheek, then pulled your seatbelt back on.

“Drive, Hughes.”

—

The aftermath was quieter.

You were curled up on his couch, hoodie-swaddled, legs over his lap, flipping channels without watching anything. Jack hadn’t stopped touching you all evening — palm on your thigh, fingers in your hair, kisses to the curve of your neck like he couldn’t help himself.

“This isn’t just sex for me,” he said suddenly.

You looked over, heart thudding.

“Don’t panic,” he added with a grin. “Just—felt like saying it.”

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t move away either.

—

And then… Jesper found out.

You didn’t mean for it to happen like that — definitely not in the kitchen, half-dressed, making out on the counter while Jack’s shirt was still halfway off. But he had a key. And zero boundaries.

The door opened.

Jesper stepped in.

Jack froze, mouth still on your neck.

You shoved Jack away, stumbling for your jacket.

Jesper blinked. Then stared. Then said, calmly:

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Bratt—”

“No, no. You’re telling me this’s why you’ve been disappearing after games? For my sister?”

Jack stood up straighter. “I didn’t plan it. But I’m not sorry.”

Jesper scoffed, turning to you. “And you—what the hell were you thinking?”

You swallowed. “I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, clearly.”

Jack stepped in, voice low but sure. “You don’t have to like it. But I’m not backing off. I’ve wanted her for months, and I’m not pretending I don’t anymore.”

Jesper stared at the two of you. Then sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and muttered, “If you break her heart, I’ll break your face.”

“Fair,” Jack said.

You looked between them — your brother, your… whatever Jack was.

And for the first time in days, you smiled.

—

[stlllle]

Squid game Season 2 as parents--headcanons

Characters included: Seong Gi-hun (456) Front Man / In-ho (001) Cho Hyun-ju (120) Lee Myung-gi (333) Park Yong-sik (007) Kang Dae-ho (388) Kim Jun-hee (222) Gyeong-seok (246) Thanos (230)

--part2: Nam-gyu (124) Min-su (125) Recruiter (Ddakji man) Hwang Jun-ho (the cop) Total word count: Around 7,000 words(part 1 and 2) Note: This is my personal interpretation of the characters based on the show + some headcanon freedom! Not official canon. Requests: If you like this and want me to write for other characters or scenarios, my requests are open! Feel free to ask 💌 Masterlist –[link]

Seong Gi-hun//Player 456

Gi-hun as a dad… girl… he’s a mix between “the class clown at PTA meetings” + “trauma-ridden man with chronic guilt syndrome” + “trying desperately to be better than his own father ever was.” 😭

He’s the type of dad who… in theory… thinks he’s gonna be super responsible… but in reality… he’s an absolute walking disaster.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

He loves you. In this messy, chaotic, but very real way.

From the pregnancy days, he was the guy crying at the first ultrasound, freaking out while picking baby clothes, probably buying a changing table he doesn’t even know how to assemble.

He’s constantly hovering over you like:

“Do you want me to bring you something? Fruit? Water? Should I massage your feet? Wait… do I even know how to do that?”

(Spoiler: he doesn’t lol.)

But once the baby is born… chaos officially begins.

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Gi-hun with a newborn:

- KING of panic attacks.

He holds the baby like it’s made of glass.

If the baby makes even the smallest weird noise at 3 AM?

He’s shaking you awake like:

“Are they breathing? Wait—are they breathing?? Babe? LOOK—ARE THEY BREATHING??”

And you’re like:

“Gi-hun… it’s three in the freaking morning…”

But despite the paranoia…

He’s there… rocking the baby, singing stupid little songs, making up dumb rhymes.

When the baby cries for hours?

He cries too. Literally.

“Why are they crying? I’m trying… I swear I’m trying…”

So now you have TWO babies to calm down: the actual newborn… and Gi-hun himself 😭

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Gi-hun with a toddler (2-5 years old):

This is his peak “parent-who-plays-more-than-the-kid” phase.

Lying on the floor to play with toy cars, building block castles, letting the kid ride on his back like a horse…

At birthday parties?

He’s the adult who’s inside the bouncy castle with the kids… getting yelled at by the staff.

He’s super protective but still lets the kid climb trees… and then panics the whole time watching from below.

If the kid throws a tantrum?

Gi-hun’s just as dramatic.

You’re the only rational one in the household.

“No, babe… we can’t give them ice cream at 10 PM…”

“But… look at that little face… how am I supposed to say no…?”

Spoiler: He gives the ice cream anyway… secretly.

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Gi-hun and the trauma:

There are days when he freezes…

Nights when he wakes up sweating from nightmares.

You’ll find him on the balcony sometimes… staring into the distance, smoking, with that empty expression.

He’ll never tell you the details… but you know.

You know there’s pain behind the goofy smiles.

Fear of being a bad dad…

Fear of failing his child…

Fear of repeating past mistakes.

In moments like that, you just hug him from behind and whisper:

“You’re here… and that’s already more than a lot of people.”

And he melts… every time.

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Gi-hun and school events:

He shows up to EVERY school meeting.

He’s the dad screaming from the bleachers at soccer games.

Makes posters for science fairs.

Will 100% fight other parents if needed.

He texts you random photos from the playground like:

"Our baby’s growing up so fast 😭😭😭"

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Summary of Gi-hun as a dad:

Messy

Emotional

Overprotective

Slightly irresponsible… but with the purest heart

Randomly kisses you while holding the baby in one arm

Makes dumb promises like:

“When they grow up… we’re ALL going to Disneyland… I swear.”

With all his flaws…

At the end of the day… he’s the kind of dad that makes you look at him and think:

“He’s a disaster… but he’s MY disaster.”

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Front Man / In-ho //Player 001

Omg… where do we even START with this man 😭

In-ho as a dad is… complicated.

He’s the definition of "emotionally repressed, overprotective, lowkey terrifying, but secretly soft deep deep DEEP down."

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re basically the emotional glue holding this family together.

If it weren’t for you… this man would be a disaster raising a child.

From the pregnancy announcement… he didn’t react the way most people would.

You told him you were pregnant and he just…

Paused. Looked at the floor. Said nothing.

You thought he was mad at first…

But what actually happened?

He stayed up the whole night sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, spiraling with intrusive thoughts about becoming his own father.

He’s terrified.

Terrified of messing up.

Terrified of loving something… and then losing it.

But when the baby was born…

Something cracked.

When he held them for the first time, his hands shook.

And that was the first time you saw him cry silently… with that deadpan face… but with tears falling down.

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In-ho with a newborn:

He’s cold… but meticulous.

Knows EXACTLY how many milliliters the baby drank.

Tracks nap times on a spreadsheet.

Knows the optimal room temperature for safe sleep.

If the baby makes even the smallest cough?

He’s already calling the pediatrician.

“They’ve coughed three times in the last hour. Is that normal? Should we come in? Should I bring them to the ER?”

He’s not affectionate…

But he watches from the doorway when you rock the baby to sleep.

You’ll catch him sometimes just… standing there… staring.

Like he’s memorizing the image.

Just in case.

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In-ho with a toddler (2-5 years old):

Now… this is where it gets INTENSE.

He’s that parent who overcorrects for everything.

No junk food.

No staying up past bedtime.

No dangerous toys.

You once caught him READING MEDICAL JOURNALS about child development at 3AM.

When the kid falls and scrapes a knee?

He lifts them up like they’re made of glass and does a full injury inspection like it’s a crime scene.

He doesn’t say “I love you” often…

But he’ll tuck them in at night and just sit there, staring at them sleep… whispering things like:

“You’re safe… as long as I’m alive… you’re safe.”

Of course, the kid doesn’t hear that…

But you do.

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Front Man and discipline:

Strict AF.

If the kid talks back?

He just gives them The Look™ and the kid freezes instantly.

No yelling.

No threats.

Just that cold, disappointed glare that could make even an adult cry.

But when the kid gets scared of monsters under the bed?

He’ll sit there all night, flashlight in hand, doing a full "security sweep" of the room until the kid feels safe.

“There are no monsters. You’re safe. I checked.”

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In-ho and the trauma:

Oh, bestie… the trauma is LIVING AND BREATHING inside this man.

Sometimes you find him just… staring at his brother’s photo.

Or sitting alone in the dark, drinking, lost in thought.

There are nights when he wakes up gasping for air.

Times when he flinches if the kid cries too loud.

Moments when he zones out in the middle of playtime because a memory hit too hard.

But no matter what…

He always comes back to reality when he hears you or the kid calling for him.

Always.

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In-ho and school life:

He shows up at school events… but stays in the back.

Black suit, standing with arms crossed, terrifying all the other parents.

Teachers are scared of him.

Other dads avoid him.

The kids’ friends think your child has a mafia boss for a father.

But when the kid looks for him on stage…

He raises his hand… gives that tiny nod… and watches with pride that he’ll NEVER say out loud.

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Summary of In-ho as a dad:

Cold on the outside

Melting on the inside

Hyper vigilant

Protective to the point of being overbearing

Traumatized… but trying

Bad at words… but shows love through actions

Will 100% take a bullet for his kid without hesitation

Quietly stares at you and the child like you’re the only things keeping him alive

At the end of the day…

He’s the kind of dad who will never say “I love you” with words…

But will show it in every single action he takes.

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Cho Hyun-ju//Player 120

Hyun-ju as a mom is that whole “powerful queen, fiercely protective boss babe, but also super sweet and sensitive when it counts.” She’s been through a lot, and that shapes how she parents.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

She sees you as her partner and best friend—someone who’s there for everything but knows when to set boundaries.

During the pregnancy, Hyun-ju was all about self-care, reading up on everything, making sure the baby’s environment was perfect.

She’s involved in every detail but never loses her poise.

No one messes with you or the baby on her watch.

Always protective, always solid.

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Hyun-ju with a newborn:

She’s super practical and knows exactly what to do, but that doesn’t mean she lacks warmth.

Not the type to cry in the nursery, but intense in her care.

She can tell if the baby’s crying from hunger, tiredness, or a dirty diaper—and acts fast.

She’s got a rhythm with the baby, calm but always present.

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Hyun-ju with a toddler (2-5 years old):

This is where her “mama bear” side shines hard.

She’s fierce—anyone who messes with her kid better be ready for a showdown.

But she also knows how to have fun, making up games, telling stories, and turning the house into a safe, loving space.

She teaches her kid to be strong, to stand up for themselves, and never hide.

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Hyun-ju and trans motherhood:

Hyun-ju is super mindful about teaching her kid respect and authenticity.

She talks openly about diversity, empathy, and courage.

She teaches that the most important thing is to always be true to yourself.

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Hyun-ju and challenges:

She faces the world with grit, but some days she feels tired, insecure, reflecting on her past and the kid’s future.

Still, she never lets anyone see her weakness.

She’s a fortress you can lean on.

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Hyun-ju at school and community:

She’s the mom who goes to every meeting, talks to teachers, and fights to make sure her kid has the best possible environment.

She’s involved in social causes, showing her kid the importance of standing up for what’s right.

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Summary of Hyun-ju as a mom:

Strong and determined

Fiercely protective

Practical but warm

A warrior who passes on respect and authenticity

Has tough days but never gives up

An inspiration to everyone who knows her

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Lee Myung-gi//Player 333

Ah… Myung-gi��� 😭 the ultimate “tired, anxious man with lowkey guilt complex and low self-esteem but secretly the biggest heart ever under layers of nerves.”

As a dad? A mix of overthinking + anxiety + genuine love he doesn’t know how to show properly.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re the emotional center of the relationship… because Myung-gi… is always freaking out.

From the second you said “I’m pregnant,” he entered full-blown existential crisis mode.

“What if I mess this kid up? What if I’m a terrible dad? Should I go to therapy? Should I make more coffee?”

Spoiler: He made the coffee.

He googled everything:

Parenting tips

How to change diapers

“10 ways to avoid traumatizing your child”

He insisted on building the crib himself…

Cried halfway through…

You had to finish it 😭

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Myung-gi with a newborn:

He’s the dad who stays awake all night just to make sure the baby is breathing.

He doesn’t sleep. He observes.

Makes feeding charts.

Tracks every diaper change.

Creates a sleep graph.

If the baby hiccups… he thinks it’s some rare syndrome.

“Babe… what if it’s serious? Should we go to the hospital?”

You: “Myung-gi… it’s just a hiccup…”

But despite the panic… he’s so gentle.

Holds the baby like they’re the most precious thing in the world.

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Myung-gi with a toddler (2-5 years old):

He tries to be the fun dad… but he’s a disaster.

Tries to build blanket forts… but knocks them down.

Tries to do funny voices… but gets too shy halfway.

He cries secretly when the kid draws their first family picture.

Keeps EVERYTHING:

First letter

First flower they picked for him

First stick-figure drawing

He has a secret box full of these memories.

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Myung-gi and the trauma:

He carries a lot of guilt.

So much shame from his past.

Nightmares.

Feels like an impostor… like he doesn’t deserve this life with you and the baby.

Some days he shuts down… gets quiet… distant.

You have to remind him that he’s a good dad. That he’s breaking the cycle.

And when you say that… he cries. For real.

Hugs you tight.

Keeps repeating:

“Thank you… thank you for not giving up on me…”

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Myung-gi and sweet moments:

He loves holding the kid in his arms while playing soft music.

Loves giving little forehead kisses.

Packs overly elaborate lunchboxes (even if the kid just wants plain cheese sandwiches).

He’s the dad who puts cute notes in the lunchbox:

“Daddy loves you. Have a great day ❤️”

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Myung-gi at school:

Goes to every parent-teacher meeting, nervous with a tiny notebook to jot down EVERYTHING.

Stutters when speaking to teachers.

Feels intimidated by other parents.

But at the end of the day… he looks at you and says:

“We’re doing okay… right?”

And you reply:

“We’re doing great.”

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💗 Summary of Myung-gi as a dad:

Anxious

Overly worried

Super careful

Awkwardly affectionate but 100% genuine

Cries over everything

Constantly scared of messing up… but loves more than he can say

Deep down… one of the most dedicated dads you’ll ever meet.

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Park Yong-sik//Player 007)

Yong-sik as a dad is the perfect mix of:

“dad jokes + soft heart + zero sense of danger + loves with every fiber of his being but shows it in the most chaotic ways.”

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re basically the brain of the relationship.

Because Yong-sik… runs on pure impulse.

The day you told him you were pregnant?

He paced around the house like a madman, yelling:

“OH MY GOD I’M GONNA BE A DAD AAAAAH— wait… how do I change a diaper??”

He 100% cried at the first ultrasound…

But pretended it was “just allergies.”

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Yong-sik with a newborn:

He’s clumsy as hell.

Spills bottles, loses pacifiers, trips over his own feet at 2AM trying to get to the crib.

But he also NEVER stops talking to the baby.

Does silly voices.

Makes up dumb songs on the spot.

“Who’s the cutest baby in the world? Who? YOUUUUUU!”

(Meanwhile, you’re just sitting there watching him act like a clown at 4AM 😭)

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Yong-sik with a toddler (2-5 years old):

This is his favorite phase.

He’s THE FUN DAD.

Takes the kid to the park

Teaches how to ride a bike

Sets up backyard picnics

Buys junk food behind your back and gives it to the kid before dinner 😭

If the kid falls and gets a scratch?

He’s more dramatic than the kid.

“OH NO! WE NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE!!!”

(Spoiler: It’s just a tiny scrape.)

Also, he’s king of bedtime stories…

But always makes up the weirdest endings.

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Yong-sik and his soft side:

Behind the clown energy… is a man who loves his family with everything he’s got.

Sometimes… when he thinks you’re not looking…

He stares at you and the kid with that goofy, lovestruck smile.

He saves every drawing, records the first steps, takes a million photos…

Sends videos to the family group chat like:

“LOOK WHAT MY BABY DID TODAY!!!”

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Yong-sik and fear of failing:

Some days… reality hits him.

He gets quieter.

More thoughtful.

Watches parenting videos on his phone… wondering if he’s doing enough.

You always have to remind him:

“You’re doing way better than you think.”

Then he tears up a little…

Covers it with a joke…

And hugs you tight.

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Yong-sik at school:

He’s the dad who shows up late to parent-teacher conferences…

With coffee in hand… sweating because he ran there last minute.

But he NEVER misses one.

Loudest cheerleader at school games.

Screams the kid’s name like it’s the World Cup final.

Other parents think he’s a bit much…

But the kid? LOVES him.

Sees him as a hero.

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Summary of Yong-sik as a dad:

Clumsy

Fun

Dramatic

Super affectionate

A little irresponsible… but with the purest heart

Lives for the kid’s smile

Does everything he can to be the best dad possible

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Kang Dae-ho//Player 388

Dae-ho as a dad is the perfect example of:

“Big tough-looking man with working man’s hands… but holds the baby like they’re made of glass.”

He’s the kind of guy people see and think:

“Wow… he looks scary…”

But at home? Pure angel energy.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re his balance.

He’s the type to bottle everything up… thinking he has to be strong all the time…

But with you?

He breaks down sometimes.

When you told him you were pregnant…

He said nothing at first. Just hugged you tight.

His hands trembled a little…

And he whispered:

“I’ll do my best… I promise…”

He spent the whole pregnancy spoiling you.

Carried all the bags.

Took you to every appointment.

Read about gentle births… about breastfeeding… everything.

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Dae-ho with a newborn:

The first time he held the baby…

He cried. No shame at all.

He’s the dad who just stares at the baby sleeping for hours.

Puts them on his chest for naps.

Sings softly… with his deep, raspy voice… to soothe them.

Changes diapers with the most delicate touch.

If the baby starts crying?

He walks around the house holding them, whispering:

“It’s okay… daddy’s here…”

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Dae-ho with a toddler (2-5 years old):

Absolute comedy.

Imagine a nearly two-meter-tall man crouching to play house or color on the floor.

He lets the kid paint his nails.

Lets them put a princess tiara on him.

Plays horsey without complaining.

If the kid trips?

He sprints like it’s a life-or-death emergency.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Where? Let me see…”

But he NEVER yells.

NEVER loses patience.

Always calm. Always gentle.

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Dae-ho and the trauma:

He carries so much sadness.

Scared of repeating old mistakes…

Scared of not being enough.

Sometimes you find him sitting in the dark, holding the kid, eyes full of unshed tears.

He has nightmares.

Startles at loud noises.

But having you and the kid…

That’s what keeps him going.

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Dae-ho and everyday life:

He’s the dad who wakes up early to make breakfast.

Straps the kid into a high chair and chats with them while making pancakes.

Loves bedtime stories…

But always forgets the endings and makes up his own.

Also… KING of bear hugs.

If the kid’s sad?

He picks them up, holds them tight, rubs their back… until the tears stop.

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Dae-ho at school:

He looks like a personal bodyguard at school events.

Everyone’s scared of him…

But kids LOVE him.

He’s the dad who carries the kid on his shoulders during school trips.

Takes a million photos.

Screams:

“THAT’S MY KID!!!”

during school plays.

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Summary of Dae-ho as a dad:

The biggest softie ever

Cries but pretends he’s tough

Overprotective

Super patient

Does everything with love

Has trauma… but fights every day to be better

The ultimate “Papa Bear” ❤️

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Kim Jun-hee//Player 222

Jun-hee as a mom is peak “tiny, bubbly mom who laughs a lot, super excited about everything, but also knows how to put her foot down when needed.”

She’s got full-on sunshine energy.

The kind of mom who still talks to the kid like a baby… even when they’re like… 7 years old 😭.

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Dynamic with you (the reader - male reader):

She’s OBSESSED with you.

Always calling you “my love,” “the most handsome dad in the world,” “my hero” in front of the kid.

She LOVES seeing you holding the baby.

Whenever she catches you snuggling with the newborn… she MELTS.

Secretly takes pictures… sends them to her friends.

“Look at him… my big softie with the baby 😭😭😭”

You two have that playful couple vibe:

You: “Babe… you spoiled the kid too much today…”

Her: “And I’m gonna spoil them again tomorrow 😤”

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Jun-hee with a newborn:

She’s super patient.

Breastfeeds with care, sings lullabies, always stroking the baby’s head.

If the baby cries, she picks them up immediately, swaying side to side with her softest voice:

“Shhh… mommy’s here… it’s okay, my little love…”

Also… LOVES co-sleeping with the baby snuggled between you two.

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Jun-hee with a toddler (2-5 years old):

She becomes the kid’s best friend.

Does their hair (even if it’s a boy lol), paints nails with washable paint, teaches them TikTok dances.

She’s the mom who shows up at school with bear-shaped lunchboxes.

Makes bunny-faced rice balls.

Writes little lunchbox notes like:

“Love you, my baby! ❤️ From Mommy.”

Always arrives at school events all dressed up, with the biggest smile… proud to be the coolest mom there.

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Jun-hee and her insecure moments:

As happy as she seems… sometimes she gets scared she’s not doing enough.

Late at night, she’ll curl up next to you while the baby sleeps…

Rest her head on your shoulder… and let it all out.

And you’re her safe place.

The guy who holds her hand and says:

“You’re doing amazing… I couldn’t have picked a better mom for our kid…”

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Summary of Jun-hee as a mom:

Super outgoing

Over-the-top affectionate

Professional kid-spoiler

Slightly extra… but only because she loves so hard

Your biggest fan

Best parenting partner

Constantly taking pics of you and the baby (and melting every time)

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Gyeong-seok//Player 246

Gyeong-seok as a dad is literally the definition of:

“Grumpy, deep voice, resting bitch face, soft-hearted but acting like it’s a federal secret.”

He’ll deny it until the day he dies… but he’s totally obsessed with his family.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re the only person who truly gets him.

When you told him you were pregnant, he just stood there… staring at you like:

“…You’re serious?”

Deep down… he was happy.

But pride said: NO EMOTIONS ALLOWED.

During your pregnancy, he pretended not to care…

But he left work early for every doctor’s appointment.

Bought all the baby stuff… but complained the whole time just to keep his tough-guy image:

“This stupid stroller was way too expensive… but whatever… at least it’s safe.”

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Gyeong-seok with a newborn:

Held the baby for the first time looking full-on panicked like:

“This is… really small… and breathing weird… is that normal? Are you sure that’s normal?”

But stayed up all night checking on the baby’s breathing.

Sat in the corner of the room… phone flashlight on… just watching them sleep.

And when he thought you weren’t looking…

He kissed the baby’s forehead… real quick… then pretended it never happened.

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Gyeong-seok with a toddler (2-5 years old):

The KING of sarcastic dad jokes.

If the kid throws a tantrum:

“Oh great. The drama’s starting again. Just like your mom/dad.”

(Meanwhile, he’s already scooping the kid up mid-sentence 😭)

He’s the dad who:

Pretends he doesn’t know how to play… but totally does.

Complains about going to the park… but always goes.

Grumbles about blanket forts… but still builds them.

If the kid gets a scratch?

Full emergency mode.

Carries them like fragile glass and rushes to the hospital… for a paper cut.

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Gyeong-seok and the trauma:

This man… has issues.

Stays up at night… worrying he’ll mess everything up.

Thinking about his past mistakes and trauma.

You’ve caught him crying softly in the living room more than once…

And he always blames it on “allergies.”

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Gyeong-seok’s secret soft moments:

He LOVES when the kid calls him “daddy.”

But will NEVER admit it.

Keeps that grumpy face…

But inside? Melted.

Buys random treats for the kid… in secret.

Lets them paint his nails (ONLY at home where no one sees 😤).

Does bedtime stories with a monotone voice…

But ends up doing different voices for characters without realizing.

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Summary of Gyeong-seok as a dad:

Grumpy

Sarcastic

Full-on tsundere

Overprotective as hell

Always says he doesn’t care… but cares more than anyone

Loves hard but doesn’t know how to show it

Will do literally anything for the kid… while complaining the whole time 😭❤️

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Thanos//Player 230

Thanos as a dad is… a walking disaster.

Literally: “I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m trying SO HARD OKAY?!”

He’s stuck in a permanent state of anxiety.

Always convinced he’s failing…

But deep down… he’s giving it everything he’s got.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re literally his human Xanax.

The only person on Earth who can calm him down and stop him from having a full mental breakdown.

The day you told him you were pregnant?

Panic mode: ACTIVATED.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? WE’RE HAVING A BABY??? I CAN’T EVEN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!!!”

He spent all 9 months watching parenting videos.

Made spreadsheets for feeding schedules.

Read like… 200 articles on newborn care.

Still panicked every single day:

“What if I drop the baby? What if I forget the kid at the store??? WHAT IF I MESS EVERYTHING UP???”

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Thanos with a newborn:

He froze the first time he held the baby.

Like… full-on, wide-eyed, barely breathing.

But then…

He became the king of skin-to-skin.

Always lying with the baby on his chest… stroking their tiny back… trembling with nerves but hopelessly in love.

He’s the dad who wakes up every 10 minutes at night just to check if the baby’s breathing.

If the baby sneezes?

Thanos assumes it’s pneumonia.

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Thanos with a toddler (2-5 years old):

Still panicking.

Every new phase is a brand new reason for an existential crisis.

First fall?

He cried with the kid.

First word?

He recorded it.

First day of school?

He stood outside… hiding… making sure the kid was okay.

Also… SO clingy.

Hugs too much.

Kisses too much.

Can’t say no to bedtime stories… ends up reading like five in a row.

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Thanos and the fear of being a bad dad:

This is his biggest fear.

Some nights… he cries in the bathroom…

Thinking he’s failing…

Thinking the kid deserves a better dad.

You’re always there to remind him:

“Look how much our kid loves you… look at that smile… you’re everything they need.”

Then he’ll fall apart in your arms…

Cry it out…

And go back to loving that kid with everything he’s got.

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His soft (and super intense) side:

He’s the dad who:

Writes little letters for the kid to keep

Saves every drawing

Takes photos of EVERYTHING

Gets emotional just watching the kid sleep

Buys way too many toys… then complains about the mess

And he says “I love you” at least 20 times a day.

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Summary of Thanos as a dad:

Totally anxious

Insecure

Overthinker

Super clingy

Big crier

Loves with every fiber of his being

Does everything for the kid’s happiness

An imperfect dad… with the biggest, softest heart 😭❤️

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Part 2

[bluebnny]

So, look, I don't know if your requests are open (especially when you're in exams 😭), BUT I really love how you write Law and more with the toxic HC. There's a song that I love and it's really like a necessity to read something related to that song. I don't know if you can write something similar or like that 😞. The song is "Supermercado" by Mon Laferte (yes, it's in Spanish, but there's a translation on YouTube 😭), I've never requested something like that so I don't know how it works, sorry 😔. Yes, it could be something like hurt/comfort or angst (fem!reader), I'm not really complaining. Thanks for everything and sorry for so little 😔✋️🩷 (I hope your exams went amazingly well 🫶🏻)

Sorry if I'm sending it wrong, I genuinely don't know how to request things kdhdks,thanks x everything 😌🩷

What are we?

trafalgar law x fem!reader

content: reader and law fight after a lot of tension for the past days, mostly angst, some comfort at the end

warnings: angst, descriptions of a toxic dynamic, emotionally constipated law, slightly evil!law at the end lol idk how to describe it

a/n: toxic law request?!?!?! SAY NO MORE 🫡🫡🫡!!!! thanks for sending a request based on a song, i love that idea! (i asked my bf if he knows mon laferte since he’s latin american, and he does! idk why I’m telling you that lol i just thought it was funny.) hopefully this is somewhat what you had in mind, i tried to go with the song's vibe without being too literal with it. This was a lot of fun to write, so i really hope you enjoy it <3<3

(Dividers made by me)

word count: 2.892

You find yourself once again on the Polar Tang. Under normal circumstances, you would be nothing short of thrilled about having a reason to stay on your boyfriend’s ship for a couple of days. After all, dating is tough when you each have your own crew and general pirating-things to look after, and the submarine has become almost like a second home to you.

But you aren’t thrilled. Far from it.

And you’re not the only one.

Law has been in one of the worst moods you’ve ever seen him in, and that’s saying a lot. He’s irritable, cold, distant, and clearly in need of a break that he simply won’t allow himself. He isn’t loud, on the contrary. Law is quiet. The kind of silence that signals danger rather than safety. And it’s contagious. Even the crew – usually in an unshakably good mood – are more quiet than usual.

It's as though a thick layer of snow has fallen over your life this past week. Cold, silent, creeping. Muffling all sounds, dulling all your senses, gently laying itself over you like an icy blanket over the last embers of a dying fire.

And it’s unbearable. Suffocating.

The way he barely responds to you when you talk, the way he doesn’t seek you out the way he usually might – where he would stiffly request your presence for an important matter, only to press you up against the wall like a man starved once you’re alone. He even avoids your gaze.

So far, you’ve been taking it quietly, knowing he’s dealing with a lot, that the mission you just finished is still weighing heavily on his shoulders. But your patience is starting to wear thin, and you start to feel this unendurable feeling that you need to stand up for yourself.

It all comes crashing down one day as you’re docking at a small winter island town on your way back. Despite some hang ups, you had finished the mission earlier than expected, meaning you had time to kill before your crew would be ready to pick you up.

So here you are, stepping off the deck of the ‘Tang (Law hates when you call it that), with a genuine smile for the first time in weeks. You feel the crisp air in your lungs when you take a deep breath, and let out an elated sigh as you feel it clear your head.

Law grumbles next to you, pulling you back down to reality. But you’re determined to stay positive.

“Come.” Is all you say before you grab his hand tightly and begin pulling him with you, intending to take him out on a little lunch date before exploring the town together. You insisted he join you, thinking it would help him forget his worries for a little.

Law follows you but doesn’t say anything. You’ll take that for now. The two of you make your way through the docks and into the main street of the town. Looking around in awe at the shops around you, you can’t help pointing out some of the things you notice to him.

You finally settle on a ramen shop whose delicious smells you simply couldn’t resist, and find a table to sit at while waiting for your food. Law slumps down into the seat across from you with a heavy sigh.

There’s a moment of silence between you, occupied by Law glaring around the shop like it owes him money. You try to strike up a conversation.

“It’s nice here, right? I’m starving!” You follow the path of his eyes, trying to meet him halfway, show him you’re trying to take an interest.

“Mhm.” Law doesn’t even look at you, eyes still lazily wandering around the place.

“You’re not too warm?” You nod toward the thick coat he still has pulled up to his nose.

The only response you get is a quick glance in your direction and another sigh as he zips open his jacket. You don’t try to make conversation again after that. You think you might cry if he keeps acting this way, and you very much want to avoid making a scene.

A few minutes pass in silence before your food is ready, and you dig in hungrily. It’s delicious, but you barely notice, no longer able to fully enjoy it.

The silence stretches between you while you eat, like a wall of ice, and it’s still there when you’ve finished your food.

But it’s not silent inside your head.

Your mind is racing with things you want to say. You’d hoped some fresh air and proper food would lighten Law’s mood slightly, but he hasn’t changed one bit since the morning, and the way he’s acting like you’re nothing more than some annoying fan pestering him for an autograph is making you insecure.

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.

“What the fuck has been your problem today?” Your voice isn’t harsh or loud, almost casual, so it takes Law a few seconds to register your words. When he does, his eyes narrow and properly fix themselves onto yours for the first time that day.

“What?” His tone is sharper than yours, but no more loud.

“I asked what your fucking problem is! You have been pissed off at me for days, acting like a sulking child to everyone. Even the crew.” You’re trying to remain calm, but it’s difficult with the emotions now bubbling up inside you “You don’t look at me, you don’t talk to me. You haven’t touched me in days. Like I’m some sort of disgusting animal to you.”

You hadn’t meant to say that last part, and the words hang in the air between you like poisonous gas. You continue. Both to fill the deafening silence and because you feel like you might explode if you don’t say something.

“Did I do something wrong? Do you not… like me anymore?” You say the last part quietly. Like making the words too loud would make them real.

Law takes a few moments to respond, his voice low.

“Don’t be dramatic.” He’s not even looking at you.

And it shatters you. The casual way in which he says it, as if brushing off an annoying fly trying to land on his shoulder. You can’t stop the tears from spilling over now, and you try to move your head in a way that it isn’t clear how much you’re crying already.

He still notices, and after a few moments of silence, gives another sigh and stands up.

“Y/n… let’s just go back to the ship.”

You don’t respond, your head still tilted down as if inspecting the table. But your vision is too blurry to actually see anything. When you feel his hand touching your shoulder, you stiffen. You don’t know what comes over you, but you feel a new wave of anger surging in your chest, and in this moment, you feel nothing but hatred for the man standing in front of you.

You stand up abruptly.

“Eat shit, Law.” Despite the slight tremor in your tone, your voice is steadier than you expected.

“What?” He looks like he doesn’t know whether to be more surprised or angry. But you couldn’t care less at the moment. All you can think to do to shield yourself is to hurt him back.

“You heard me. Fuck you. I’ve fucking had it with you!” You’re unaware of the fact that you’ve gotten louder; but it’s not like you’d care anyway. “I have been nothing but nice to you. And patient. For years. And if this is the only way you know how to treat me, well maybe I’m just wasting my time then.”

There’s a silence again and you can just make out Law’s angry expression through the thick veil of tears blurring your vision.

“Y/n, let’s talk about this la-”

“NO!” You’re yelling now. “I’m going back to the ship. Don’t follow me!”

And with that, you’re walking off, more angry than you’ve ever been, and also more hurt. The cool air outside soothing your burning face, and it’s a relief to be away from the other customers who must have been staring.

Although you want to be left alone, a small part of you is hurt that Law isn’t trying to talk to you a little harder and is just letting you leave like this. You would have welcomed even some stupid bickering with open arms. Especially after the coldness of the past days.

You reach the ship, glad that no one from the crew is by the entrance. The path to Law’s room is automatic to you, and you’re there in only a few short minutes. You intend to gather your most necessary belongings and move them to a spare room to avoid Law for as long as possible, but when you push open the door to his room, he’s already there.

“Shit, I forgot about your stupid devil fruit.” You grumble, quickly getting over the initial shock of seeing him so unexpectedly. “I’ll be quick, I ju-”

“Stop it, y/n.” Law still looks just as annoyed as before, and his tone is doing nothing to convince you to calm down. But you stay where you are. You don’t even know why, as he looks even more pissed than before. Maybe you’re simply so starved for any kind of attention that this is still preferable to getting the cold shoulder. That thought makes you let out a bitter chuckle.

“Why?” you retort. “Remembered that most people are nice to their girlfriends?” You know it’s a bad idea to rile him up even more when he’s like this, but your common sense is long gone. There’s only pain, fear, and confusion, and the only way you know how to deal with it is to hit back to distract from the emotions eating you alive.

“Just- just stop, y/n.” He’s also yelling now, and it takes everything in you not to flinch as he takes some quick steps in your direction. “Stop being like this!”

“And why should I? You’ve been such an asshole ever since we ended that stupid mission, and you expect me to not stand up for myself?” Despite yelling, your voice is shaking, and you hate how desperate it makes you sound.

Another heavy sigh. “You know that’s not- Look can we just forget about it? I don’t like fighting.”

“Should have fucking thought about that a little earlier then.” Your throat is too sore to let you be loud anymore, but you try to put as much finality into your words as you can. You make to collect some of your things, reaching out for a book of yours lying on Law’s bedside table, but he quickly grabs your wrist.

You flinch at his action. He isn’t hurting you; you just never expected him to actually go as far as to physically hold you back.

“Let go.” You’re not looking at him.

“No. Not until you talk to me.” His voice is low.

“I said, let go!” When you raise your free hand to attempt to loosen his grip on you, he simply grabs that one as well, forcing you to face him.

“No. You were right before. We should talk.” His voice is more level now, but the intensity in his eyes hasn’t left. He’s a little breathless, and you realize that you are too.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“You had plenty to say in that ramen place. Want to go back there?” He creates a room around you, and you scoff.

“Don’t be stupid.” You almost smile from the absurdity of the situation, and he catches that. His face softens for only a fraction of a second. It’s so fast you think you might have imagined it.

You stay like this for a few moments, him still gripping your wrists in his much larger hands, searching your eyes with an unreadable expression. It’s confusing. You’re both still angry. Hurt. But you also feel how much you love him. And it’s terrifying.

“Law?” Your voice sounds so small in the silence. Like it’s failing to fill the endless void that seems to be between you two, only drawing more attention to the distance there.

“Hm?”

“What are we?” The question sounds so pathetic. Only more so from how hoarse your voice is. Like a pitiful whimper from someone who doesn’t know when to give up. But you have to ask. You can’t let it linger any longer. It’ll eat you alive.

“What do you mean? You know what we are.” His eyes narrow a little.

“No, actually. I don’t think I do anymore.” You keep pressing on. “What am I? To you?”

“You’re my girlfriend, y/n.” He still has that edge to his voice. Like you’re being stupid on purpose. Like you’re wasting his time. And fuck, it hurts.

“Yes, obviously, but- do you… do you love me?” You let out a dry laugh. “Do you even like me?”

“Y/n-”

“I just mean- plenty of people hate their girlfriends.” You explain. “Am I not more than that to you? Just a title?”

“What do you-” But you cut him off again.

“I just mean that sometimes – well, quite often actually – you sort of treat me like I’m… convenient.” You want to beat yourself up for the bitterness in your voice. But it feels good to say it. Even though it hurts like nothing has ever hurt before. “Like I have a function. And it makes me feel like… like if I stopped being useful to you…”

There’s another short silence, then “So, do you like me? Or do you just need me?”

“I like you.” He says. “You know that.”

You don’t fully know what it is that’s making you cry again. Maybe it’s how childish you feel. Or how Law sounds like he’s just trying to get this conversation over with so he can go back to sulking in peace. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve had to go through so much to hear him say something nice, only to realize how pathetically little it is.

You don’t want to stand anymore. It’s simply not a priority at the moment, and you need something other than Law’s hands to steady yourself. So, you sink down on the floor, and he lets go of you.

You’re crying uncontrollably now, your entire frame shaking with sobs. One hand on the floor in front of you, the other on your mouth. You hear Law sigh again, and feel him crouching down next to you, placing a large, warm hand on your back.

“Y/n, stand up.” His voice is a little softer now, but it doesn’t stop your crying. If anything, you’re sobbing harder than before.

You don’t even respond. You don’t think you can. So, you simply stay like this.

After another short moment “Come here.” Law picks you up, knowing you’re not about to move any time soon, and carries you over to the bed, where he sits down with you on his lap.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you grip onto his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. He doesn’t say more for a long time, simply letting you cry it out, with his back against the wall and his chin resting on your head. You feel him sigh again, but it feels a little less judgemental this time, and his hands start caressing your back. Slowly. Steadily. Like he’s done this a hundred times before. Because he has.

Your arguments always end this way.

You, falling apart because of him. For him.

And Law, calm. Like nothing is out of the ordinary. Like this is the most natural situation for him to navigate.

You stay like this for what feels like forever. You’re still holding on to Law like you’re afraid he’ll disappear, and his arms are around your shaking back in a warm, steadying embrace. You know you should be angry at him. Know how pathetic you’re being. But you simply need him too much to dare push him away right now.

After an eternity, he speaks.

“Y/n. You know I love you, right?” His voice is soft again. No trace of anger detectable.

“Y- y- you do?”

“Of course. You mean the world to me.” He continues. Quiet. Almost like he’s telling you a secret. “I’m sorry for taking you for granted sometimes.”

You grip him tighter, still unable to stop your tears. Still too far gone to speak. Deep down, you know that you being like this is what makes Law open up as much as he does. He doesn’t like being vulnerable. So, his only option is to make sure you are.

You sit like this for many more hours. You on Law’s lap, both holding on to each other, and him whispering nice things to your ear every now and then, as your body is still wracked with sobs. Eventually, you fall asleep from pure exhaustion, but Law still doesn’t let go of you. He simply sits there with you wrapped in his arms. It’s almost like seeing you like this has put something in him at ease.

Like he knows you’ll never leave him.

Like he has proof you need him more than you need to be happy.

thanks for reading!!! I really hope you liked it! :D <3 and thank you sm for giving me another reason to write toxic!law <3

(This is my fic, don't repost or use in any AI training programmes! Reblogs are always appreciated <3) Here are my rules, and my masterlist.

[antispopausandstuff]

SPOP and Arcane made me feel even more strongly about the necessity that toxic // abusive siblinghood, especially sisterhood, should have more awareness. for pretty much the same reasons.

collectively, SPOP and Arcane, though, largely their fandoms, had a problem with viewing the youngest sibling as incapable of real harm, at some point in the story.

the eldest ( Adora // Vi ) can do everything right. do their absolute best to keep their loved ones happy and healthy, no matter what it costs them personally. but the moment they make a mistake, even if it's one they heavily regret seconds later, or even if it's not a true mistake at all and just makes the youngest upset, they're considered villains and face constant backlash.

but the youngest can do everything wrong, no matter the intentions, and be praised for it. it's people like that who make me question if Azula, for example, really... should have a redemption to begin with. yes, she's a child, i get that, but that meant she needed help.

Catra isn't seen as solely in the wrong because she thinks Adora abandoned her, when she has absolutely no reason to believe that, and even said plenty of times herself that she made her own choice to stay with the Horde, that she didn't want to leave.

she isn't seen as in the wrong for her inhumane, sadistic, objectifying abuse towards Adora ever since they were children because she's considered a product of her circumstances ( when apparently no one else is ), doesn't know what she's doing ( despite making it clear multiple times she does ), sees Adora as She-Ra ( she almost never uses "She-Ra" when referring to Adora, no matter what form ), etc., etc., etc. she's a girlboss who can do what she wants until she suddenly does something unforgivable, then it's not her fault.

Jinx isn't seen as in the wrong, partially or otherwise, despite the show's intentions from the very beginning, because Vi made a huge mistake in a moment of weakness after realizing her little sister, accident or not, killed their entire family.

she isn't seen as in the wrong for abusing Sevika, obsessing over Vi, which led to her stalking and kidnapping Caitlyn, bombing an entire bridge, killing dozens, if not hundreds, of people ( esp the one that reminded her of Vi, that's not a red flag at all ), etc., etc., because she's evidently mentally unstable and needs help.

and, strangely, she becomes a... hero to Zaun? i'm gonna be blunt, i don't even remember why. instead of her health declining even further after accidentally killing yet another family member, with his last words literally telling her she's done nothing wrong, she feels almost like a stranger in comparison to how she was in s1. there were very few things that didn't set Jinx off, but she feels like... Harley Quinn-esc in s2? if that makes sense?

what i'm trying to say is that i don't feel like people take sibling abuse as seriously as they should, especially not in media.

one of my favorite films of all time is Prince of Egypt and that's largely because it centers around the shifting family dynamics between Moses and those he loves, including Rameses. it adds a lot of depth to terrible people, one's mistakes, how that makes them reshape their whole world and self view, or how it makes them dig their heels deeper in the sand.

Ramses and Moses never had an abusive relationship. at least, not in the beginning. it was clear as day they loved each other. Moses was quick to defend Rameses when they got in trouble with their father, and Rameses was quick to defend Moses when he killed a man.

and, even despite their complete and total differences, with Rameses not being able to see the Hebrews as anything more than objects, slaves, and Moses being a Hebrew and needing to free his people, their love was still there.

it only became hate, from Rameses' side, after it was clear that Moses wasn't able willing to go back to how life was before. but even in that hate, he was still trying to reach his little brother. until his son was in the midst of it and eventually died.

he blamed Moses, when it was him who was at fault for not listening and not freeing the Hebrews.

Prince of Egypt is a beautiful film, artistically and in its writing, and i highly recommend those who haven't seen it to do so. but this is what i mean.

this film held Rameses accountable. Moses held Rameses accountable. and he didn't even hate his older brother, he still loved him, and it pained him to bring the plague to Egypt, his home.

i think it's easier, in some ways, because Moses is the youngest of the two. society generally tends to think that younger people either don't know any better or can lead to better futures. but they're just as capable of bad as anyone else, and people still don't understand this.

it's why, whenever you hear stories of an older sibling being abused time and time again by their younger one, families will excuse it over and over, constantly giving benefit of the doubt, instead of just holding the younger sibling accountable for their actions.

the same issue applies to SPOP and Arcane. it doesn't fully acknowledge that Catra and Jinx are in the wrong for hurting // abusing Adora and Vi, let alone anyone else.

we need more stories that show all possible truths in families. and one of those truths is that the youngest can still be bad and abusive to anyone, just like anybody else.

[lucysarah1875]

The whole “cancellation” happening around Sabrina Carpenter just proves that women still aren’t allowed to express their sexual desires or fantasies — unless it’s wrapped in cute, little, “girly” packaging. It’s wild how men, or literally anyone else in society, are allowed to be loud and explicit about what they want… except women, especially when it comes to wanting a guy.

It’s like sexual liberation is for everyone — except us. As if being “modest” is some kind of feminist badge of honor? They sound like my ultra-Catholic aunt: “If you don’t respect yourself doing that, you’re encouraging guys…” Excuse me? Oh, so now we’re blaming women for how men perceive or treat them? I thought victim blaming was something we didn’t like.

“But what she’s doing is hurting us because guys will think it’s okay!” Oh, okay — so women aren’t allowed to enjoy or express something because it might give men the wrong idea? Ever heard of consent? If a man goes around doing something because he saw an album cover or heard a song lyric — that’s a him problem. I play shooting games, I don’t go around shooting people. Why do we act like men are these brainless creatures who’ll copy anything they see? Men aren’t stupid. Men know exactly what they’re doing. Men know they can pretend to be stupid, and they know they’ll get away with it — by blaming women.

If a man degrades or disrespects a woman, it’s not because of a pop album cover. That man was always going to do that, album cover or not.

“It’s insulting to other women.” Maybe to you. That’s her art. That’s her body. She didn’t drag another woman onto that cover — she did it herself. Or are we now policing how a woman should feel about her own image?

“Any sane woman would think being treated like that is sick.” Oh, congrats to Maria02236 on TikTok for discovering kinks! Repeat after me: WOMEN ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE KINKS AND TO BE LOUD ABOUT THEM.Women are allowed to explore, enjoy, and express their kinks — as long as it’s consensual. Or are the only acceptable kinks the ones in BL fantasies? Or when men talk about them? Or when women are dominant? What if Sabrina is submissive in bed? What if she likes power dynamics? “The message would be better if she was the one in power.” Why? First, that’s not the message she’s choosing to express. Second, she’s allowed to be a confident, independent, mature woman — who happens to enjoy being submissive in bed. One thing doesn’t cancel out the other.

The way some “feminists” lately sound like: “We need to be demure, mature, elegant, soft, and respectable — so society will respect us.” It’s giving 1950s Puritan vibes. Be a “powerful woman”… but only if you like glitter, pink, and soft, innocent things. Don’t be sexual — people will think we’re all whores! Be elegant. Be innocent. Sing about heartbreak, about anger — but never, ever sing about how much you love sucking dick. No, no, that’s not ladylike. We’re supposed to be better. We’re supposed to be soft, delicate, innocent… 🥰

[kallianthiutdr]

I don't think there's a super specific audience for this ultra specific thing my mind can't stop thinking about. But, man, do I wish Mettaton and Undyne would interact in more fan content. Their dynamic and their subsequent parallels fascinate me and they have their fair share of interactions.

They both only tolerate each other for Alphys' sake, that much is obvious.

Undyn and Alphys are soulmates, of course. They relish each other's passion, they cover each other's weaknesses. Undyne fills a void in Alphys' heart at a very vulnerable time of her life, meeting her when she's literally about to kill herself. She never directly addresses that fact because she's not that type of person, but she shows up for her. She treats her well. She wants Alphys to know her value–she wants Alphys to love herself. Because she believes in her, she respects her, even if she thinks everything Alphys is into is just “nerdy crap.” In turn, Undyne becomes a beacon of courage for Alphys at a time when she seems to be completely alone.

Mettaton, meanwhile, owes everything to Alphys. His transition, his career, his hopes and dreams. Without her encouragement, he'd never have the courage or chance to pursue any of it. These two are soulmates also, platonic if we may. They understand each other–and even when Mettaton doesn't agree with her, even when he is actively furious at her, he humours her plan. He helps her. But then comes the baggage–and it's heavy. Mettaton's entangled in her lies. He's cut off his family. He lives with the knowledge that the sister of a good friend has turned into an amalgamate, amongst others, and Alphys is to blame. Even when he betrays her, he doesn't expose nearly as much as he could.

Undyne doesn't particularly like Mettaton because of how he treats Alphys at that particular time period in which she meets them. She lacks tons of context. To her, he's a superficial asshole who actively mistreats the woman who “made him.” Partially, she's correct. Fame did go to his head.

I think that, in truth, Mettaton respects her. He respects and resents her at the same time, for being there for Alphys when he wasn't. For being an actual, important symbol of hope. He himself is important, he IS a symbol of hope for monsters–he brings joy to their lives. But Undyne shoulders her position like a responsibility, a duty, while he lets his get to his head. For Undyne, it is always about the people and never about herself. Mettaton often forgets to prioritize his audience, because all he's ever wanted was to express himself. To be loved for being himself, which Undyne has always unashamedly and unabashedly been.

If Undyne knew Mettaton is Blooky's cousin, I think she'd find him to be a coward who ran, at least at first. But Mettaton is not a coward for choosing to be himself. He isn't a coward at all, judging by the genocide route. Look at Mettaton and Undyne's devastating musical mush-up eith power of neo and battle against a true hero sharing a leitmotif because now that Undyne is gone, mettaton wishes to be the hope alphys and the underground desperately need, even though he's nothing like undyne. even if he's never been that brave, that strong, even if his being "human eradication robot" is just a performance. even if, unlike undyne, he isn't a true hero, not in the typical sense–because he's nowhere near as clear headed and he falls in one hit.

Yet he tries to be Undyne. He tries. To be. Undyne. He tries to be the epitome of courage and bravey and determination, to protect all those he loves.

AND THEY DON'T EVEN LIKE EACH OTHER.

I said it, they tolerate each other. They share leitmotifs, they most love the same person, they're both admired symbols of hope in the underground, they both owe their confidence and abilities to someone else, (asgore+gerson, alphys) and use it to guide others/be idolized by them, (papyrus+monster kid, hotland lioness, shyren, many many others technically) (speaking of shyren both of them try to reach out to shyren when they see her struggling. yet another parallel!)

AND. THEY. ANNOY EACH OTHER--

The piano / grape-eating scene in undyne's house already says much about their dybamic. (mind you, I hc that he went to waterfall in a moment of weakness to come clean to blooky but he just couldn't do that to Alphys so he instead changed courses to undyne's house and put on his most obnoxious persona-) then the alarm clock dialogue, all with Undyne calling him a space heater (which was tbf a running gag) and him constantly fucking with her, like during the team ice hockey game when mtt played referee and chose the dog as the winner soley to annoy undyne. They are passive-aggressive to each other–and Mettaton is as jealous of her, because she is what Alphys needs and deserves. He is not so much jealous for her romantic relationship with alphys, like how Mew Mew is jealous because she has feelings for Undyne. No, Mettaton has show continuous encouragement for these two together. (will you two just smooch already etc etc) He is proud of Alphys for finally finding someone who brings out the best in her and treats her right. Even though he finds this woman insufferable and lives to torment her–and even if the opposite also applies.

Every interaction we know they've shared is hilarious and every narrative parallel is devastating. Why are there not a million more character studies/fics/comics that explore their co-existance even slightLy.

Give me more of their begrudging, desperate attempt at forming an understanding. Please.

[levigarden999]

okay okay how about fluff of katsuki bakugo with a sweetheart princess of a reader.. Think of like.. fluttershy from my little pony. readers just like her in a way. Shes endlessly caring in a sickening way and puts up with Bakugos shit with nothing but a sweet smile and adoring gaze. bonus points if reader collects things like pretty dolls and novelty mugs

a perfect match ୨ৎ soft!reader x bakugo

⋆˚࿔ notes : love this dynamic thank u anon ⋆˚࿔

the fact you and bakugo started dating was definitely a surprise to everyone. you two were like the complete opposites of each other – while bakugo was impatient and temperamental, you were incredibly patient and kind to everyone. bakugo for sure couldn’t understand how you seemed to have endless gentleness and care towards everyone around you, while he mostly just pushed people away without even really intending to.

however, you never pushed him away, which shocked bakugo. it almost scared him and he often thought he didn’t even deserve your affection or love. but you told him otherwise – you loved him for who he was, you loved his temper and strong willed nature, his determination and sense of justice and rightfulness. while you sometimes gave him a parental scolding for being straight up rude to people, you never got angry. never yelled. you always approached him with kindness and love – which was exactly what bakugo had craved for his whole goddamn life.

that was probably why you were so perfect for each other in the end.

to be honest, you were at first insecure too. you liked to dress up in soft dresses, wear feminine makeup and you even collected those old-fashioned pretty dolls. you actually had a room in your house just for those dolls and their own clothes. often people thought you were weird for it and somewhat different, or that your soft and gentle attitude was fake, pretentious and annoying. it hurt you, because it wasn’t. you were just that type of a person, and you couldn’t understand what was so wrong with it.

when bakugo saw your doll-collection for the first time, he reacted in a way you didn’t expect. you two were already dating, but you still were prepared for him to laugh or make fun of you for it. but he didn’t.

he only stood there, arms crossed and a firm, observing look on his face.

”i bet it took a while for you to collect these” he remarked casually, voice staying even but not judging. you blinked with your long lashes, completely surprised.

”uh, yeah. i started when i was little so… took me a while, yeah” you said, a hint of insecurity creeping in your tone.

however, bakugo chuckled as his eyes focused on a certain doll. he walked over to it and pointed at it.

”this one looks just like you” he said, grinning as he looked back at you.

you blushed, because you hadn’t even realized that. it was the prettiest doll you owned, in your opinion.

while bakugo made you feel better in his own way, you also made him feel better.

when bakugo had his tough moments, when he cried and yelled from anger and frustration, panic causing his body to shake and writhe on your bed – only you managed to calm him down.

he grasped on your shirt, sobbed against your chest, while you rubbed his back and hummed him a tune to ease his outburst. you literally had endless patience and care for him. you grounded bakugo back to the present moment without even trying to act like a savior or anything. you just simply understood that bakugo had his moments when he desperately needed a safe person’s support. he even told you that you were the first person in his life ever who hadn’t judged or scolded him for his outbursts, even though he had had them since he was a young child.

you also understood that bakugo just wasn’t the best at socializing. he didn’t know how to read social cues, he was clumsy with his words and often showed his emotions way too harshly than he actually intended to. this was why people often simply didn’t like or accept him- but you did. you knew that bakugo had his troubles, and with careful, gentle chiding, you educated him that it wasn’t exactly respectful to call every single person ’an extra’, ’an asshole’ or ’a bastard’. he slowly – slowly – learnt.

you and bakugo loved each other endlessly, even though you both had very different ways of showing it. you were the one who openly clung to him, cooed him and told him you loved him. your favorite thing to do was to lay on top of him, squeeze his cute chubby cheeks while he blushed furiously and grumbled for you to stop, even though he secretly loved how giggly and soft you acted around him. bakugo mainly just did possessive gestures, such as defending you and discreetly resting his hand on your lower back in public.

bakugo's heart absolutely melted when you looked at him with those adorable puppy eyes. every time you did that, eyes full of adoration and love and clinginess, he never, ever, said no to you. he was ready to literally bring you the damn moon if you'd ask him. those eyes were the reason why there had been a few... additions to your already huge doll collection. and the money did not leave your purse.

[thebroccolination]

SINGTO’S A MENACE (🫶)

In the latest installment of The Fictional Top/Bottom Dynamics of a Fake Couple Are a Ridiculous Thing for Fans to Make Part of Their Personality, some fans were trying to get Singto to call Kit “nhuu.” It’s a cutesy term of endearment that literally means “mouse” but is used in a kind of “little one” sense (and Kit’s actually called himself that before as a pronoun).

Seems the fans wanted Singto to give them some Top Singto energy. But…

Instead, Singto went in the opposite direction and sweetly called Kit “hia” which is used for an older guy with Chinese heritage.

Kit took the mic back and was like, “Careful, they’ll start fighting on Twitter again,” likely referring to the year-long rage fest centered around Kit even potentially being The Top in “The Ex-Morning” instead of their preferred Singto.

I am, as ever, deeply amused. KristSingto have, after all, said more than once that their characters in the series are just “two men in love” to divert people from focusing on the Top/Bottom aspect, but honestly this method of Singto leaning into cutesy shit is way funnier.

Let the man get demolished in bed as he deserves. It’s still Pride month. ✊🏳️‍🌈

[fannyandtreewillfuckintpot19]

a bunch of ships I like woah (A LOT OF RAREPAIRS)

Fantree 🌳🌀

-my favesies

-the angst potential

-the fluff potential

-THE COLORS THE GREEN AND BLUE COMBO OH MY GOD ITS SO AESTHETICALLY PLEASING

-they’re personalities are so different but they also have quite a bit in common so like kindve contrasting ish idk

-they’re so interesting actually it’s crazy also I really like tree and Fanny and project onto both lowkey and idk man I find comfort in them

(I’ve written better explanations before but wanted to write a shorter one)

Winlow!! 🤍🪻

-I feel like winner can match pillows freak

-winner isn’t scared of pillow like others are which I like

-pillow seems so genuinely happy with them that I feel like she actually likes them

-they’re like besties who also kiss yk

Blackmarker 💜⚫️

-they’re actually so cute oh my god

-“you suck right?” “Excuse me?” They’re both stupid I love them (they both lowkey don’t pick up on social cues and it’s so silly)

-tpot 12 …

-in tpot 14 when marker was worried about him the whole time ❤️

-nice aeshetically ourpl and black

icebook 🧊📚

-THEYRE SO CUTE

-the scene where they made up in tpot 16 was just so cute smh

-I’m so happy they’re friends again and they’re just so silly together AUAGHAFSRSRFAFA ❤️❤️❤️❤️

treepin 🌳📌

-the missed potential of their friendship is CRIMINAL

-the elimination scene was so cute

-death pacts leaders smh

-I love how tree made her feel included

-I feel like their besties but like I’m so invested in their dynamic that they’re on this list

-the fact tree basically gave up his leadership status (hc) to her is so silly

-GREEN AND RED IS SO AWSHETICALLY PLEASING

coinpin 📌💛

-the angst

-the wholesomeness

-cuties

-THEYRE SO CUTE OH MY GOD ❤️❤️❤️❤️

evilfries 🍟🥀

-fries would date some freaky creature

-boyfailure

-HE WAS LITERALLY ASKING HER OUT WHAT

-so silly

-don’t usually like same color ships but I don’t mind it here

-it’s lowkey just funny

Treev 🌳📺

-toxic yaoi

-the contrast of like a plant and a electronic device like a tv is so interesting idk how to explain

-I’m so invested in them having beef I started shipping them

-tree can learn not to be racist

-the idea of tree not seeing tv as a person bc he’s like programmed therefore he’s not real is actually so interesting especially bc he’s a tree something that isn’t man made

-I need this rivalry so bad

8-golf 🎱⚪️

-rivals to lovers

-the bickering eughhh

-they’re interactions in bfb are fun

-I like that 8 ball actually does respect golfball somewhat unlike others

-they’re silly

-I actually quite like 8 ball bc of the dynamic with golfball

lollipopshipping (lollipop x herself) 🍬🍬🍬🍬

-no one will ever be good enough for her

-she’s a narcissist

-she doesn’t respect anyone else enough to want to actually be with anyone else

-she’s so silly smh

fanhole ⚫️🌀

-their arc is so nice I really liked it

-they’re really cute

-black hole is so sweet and protective of her I swear oh my god

-she act like she don’t really gaf but she gaf

-they’re relationship is so cute omg

Snowfan ❄️🌀

-they got some weird thing going on

-enemies and lovers

-snowball is hot smh I hate this ew ew ew

-she can do better for sure

-extremely self fulfilling

-they break up after like 3 weeks

-I want to see them beef so badly

Astrobiology ⚫️🌳

-PLS DONT CRASH OUT ON ME

-they’re cute honestly

-I think black hole might like him honestly

-TRUE TRUE TRUE PACTERS 🙏

-colors are nice

-the angst of bh not being able to touch him is nice I suppose even though that applies to all black hole ships

Treemarker 🌳💜

-I like their friendship

-tree clearly trusts and cares about marker

-marker clearly looks up to tree lowkey

-I don’t trust marker though lowkey he’s gonna do something stupid with that coin fr fr why did he say trust like that

-I thought of greenbros as an alternative shipnames but only works cause markers green rn in the show

-I like pretty much all the death pact ships mentioned more

pingaty 📌▫️

-their friendship is so cute and underrated

-they’re so silly

-love them

-they’re so cool and interesting but uh idk how to explain

(I also like twogaty but like for the same reasons everyone else does it’s cute the angst and they’re like so close and two like relies on her and it’s cute and yeah)

Spongebag 🧽👜

-their friendship in bfb was fun

-I love spongy I feel so bad for bro and ngl if I was bullied for years I’d crashout too

-I like that someone actually respects him

-I think they could fix things lowkey

-very silly and underrated

there’s definitely more but like uhhhh idk uh who want part 2 ‼️‼️‼️

[goomyloid]

It's a silly thing, but I never had something that I was really into. I'm in a lot of fandoms and I can ramble about shit ton of things, but I never had that "favourite" something. Maybe that's why it makes me so excited when I see people who have that.

I liked potential Kriselle dynamic from the first chapter, got more into it on second and all. But it was just that, especially since it was more of a rare ship than anything-

And relatively recently I stumbled not even on your art, but on your reply about Kriselle and it made me so happy for no reason. "Look at them, they love it so much, pinecone god, this is the best thing ever, I need more of that, pretty please, I think I'll die if I won't get something with exact energy this instant" kind of thing.

Your attention to details when drawing Kriselle quite literally almost made me cry happy tears and I had to clean my gallery after impulsively downloading about twenty-something pictures- I don't think I ever regretted being unable to purchase something as much as I do about your anthology, but I'm bravely fighting my yummy art addiction by writing fourth times the amount I had in a whole year.

You're the goomiest the amaziest the interestiest artist, and I hope you'll always enjoy what you're doing (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ If someone tries to ruin that I'll eat them.

THIS IS SO SWEET.... probably one of the sweetest messages i've ever received... i'm really still so surprised that people seem to value my input on them to the extent that they do... i feel like im just saying words half the time. my brain is a tangled mass of wires and thoughts and i try to straighten them all out and form my feelings into actual words (everything i cant communicate then goes into drawings)

i know eventually i'll probably run out of things to say about them but for now i am having fun... even if the (checks calendar) 14-month long hyperfixation starts to fade, chapter 5 is coming out next year anyway, so it cant stay away for that long... i just know in my heart they're going to get so much worse. disgustingly so

anyway thank you again for this ask...! very glad you and many others enjoy my words and pictures ^_^

[bwoahtastic]

I love the carcar dynamic in a lot of your recent prompts where it’s just Carlos as some guy™️ and Oscar being like “I’m attracted to him, there must be something deeply wrong with him.”

Carlos is just trying to live his life but he keeps getting messed with by hurricane oscar who’s obsessed with figuring out what Carlos is hiding (it’s nothing) because he cannot reconcile his attraction to Carlos. It’s not even like a internalised homophobia thing he’s just like that. Maybe it’s like everyone he’s ever dated has been sketchy so when he finds himself attracted to Carlos he’s just like oh boy here we go again, I’ve got to find out what’s wrong with him before I sleep with him.

Turns out Carlos is completely normal and Oscar is absolutely the freak in their relationship. Luckily Carlos kinda like that Oscar is so obsessed with him, even if it’s annoying sometimes. The possessive part of his brain likes that he apparently takes up so much of Oscar’s thought capacity.

KSKSK

Carlos is just peacefully existing while Oscar is staring at him with narrowed eyes because what is wrong with him?? Literally he has to tell Osc, Oscar needs to know ksks

Carlos just being baffled at Oscar who keeps staring at him with narrowed eyes and asking him random questions to try and prove his point but nothing is particularly wrong with carlos. If anything, Oscar is the one very much not normal about this all skskso

Carlos kinda likes Oscar being obsessed with him, makes him kinda proud cos he wants Oscar to think about him that much!!!

[leejenowrld]

author’s note

this is something that hasn’t been an easy decision for me

hey angels. i’m still (technically) on a break, but i needed to pop in and announce a few things before i disappear again (if i do) —h2h three is dropping tonight. literally in a few minutes. it’s a little surreal, honestly, and i hope you read this before you dive in.

the truth is, i had most of this chapter finished even before i stepped away. i only had to write the ending, and in a weird, unexpected way, coming back to h2h during my break actually helped me. it gave me something to hold onto when i was feeling really low. sometimes writing can be a tether, and this time, it genuinely was. and i want to be honest—so many people have messaged or asked when h2h three is coming out, including people who haven’t really interacted with me or have ignored my posts about my health and needing a break. i know there’s a lot of excitement for this chapter, and i really hope it lands with you. just know this is me sharing a real piece of my heart. i put everything into these stories, and it’s strange to feel so seen and so invisible at the same time. i hope you can feel how much of myself i’ve poured into this.

i also have to admit, posting this chapter is really, really hard for me. the topics i explore in h2h three are some of the heaviest i’ve ever tried to write—trauma, death, medical realism, uncomfortable dynamics, mental illness, imposter syndrome, grief, abandonment, survival, love that’s desperate and messy and so painfully human. in a lot of ways, putting this down on paper helped and healed me; it gave me a way to process things i couldn’t say out loud. but that also means sharing it is terrifying. i worry about how it’ll be received, if it’ll resonate with you, or if it’ll just be too much. there’s a strange kind of fear in releasing something so vulnerable—especially when i know how easily it could be misunderstood or passed over. i worry about silence, about judgment, about whether it’s “too much.” this isn’t just a story for me—it’s a kind of lifeline, and sharing it feels exposing in a way that’s hard to explain. i’ve debated a hundred times whether i should just hold onto it for myself. it hasn’t been an easy decision at all, and i hope you read it with the same care i tried to pour into every line. it means a lot, more than i can really put into words. there’s also one more important thing i have to reveal that is quite heavy and emotional but i can’t tell you guys that until after h2h four drops.

i won’t lie, i’m in a strange place about posting at all right now. i’ve talked about feeling insecure being on tumblr, about being anxious over how people engage—or don’t engage—with my work. it’s hard to explain what it’s like to upload something people have been waiting for when you’re also dealing with a lot offline, and when you’ve expressed just how much engagement (or lack of it) affects you. i said part three would be out in a month or two after part two, and then i dropped part two just ten days ago—so part of me already feels the regret and anxiety creeping in. i really, really hope you all will show some love back. i’m not saying it lightly: i need it. please, if you’re reading, let me know what you think. send an ask, drop a comment, reblog, message me privately, anything. silent reading is fine, but these chapters take so much out of me, and hearing from you is the only way i know if any of it lands, if you care, if you’re here. it genuinely matters. if you love something, let me know. it’ll mean more than you realize.

i also want to say i have quite a lot of asks piling up in my inbox, sent while i’ve been on my mental health break—messages i haven’t had the energy to answer yet. i promise i see you all, i love you all, and i’m overwhelmed and grateful for every bit of kindness and patience. i’ll make my way around to all of them, but please don’t be off put from sending asks just because some are still sitting in my inbox. spam me, yap at me, tell me anything—my inbox is always open, and i really do love hearing from you.

part three is, hands down, the heaviest thing i’ve ever written. please read with care and be gentle with yourself. i put so much of myself into this one, and there are some very dark, intense themes. please take your time, and step back if you need to. also, surprise: i’ve added another full part to the series, so h2h will now have four main parts and an epilogue. part three is not the end—there’s more coming, though i can’t promise when, for all the reasons above.

thank you for waiting, for reading, for caring (if you do). i’m wishing myself a little bravery and hoping you’ll meet me halfway. i love you guys. i really do.

see you on the other side. soph <3