#work out to carry gf. that is the goal

[suitmana]

the best part about freylise aside from their rivals-to-lovers arc is whenever freya blindsides elise with her inhuman strength, like i understand freya is insecure about that:

...but idk it's a powerful asset in her elise seduction arsenal

like. ik this is elise we're talking about but freya has her going beet red in seconds

elise won't ever grow truly immune to freya's charms—especially her shows of strength—even as they start running the grape jewel. to be fair if my girlfriend was not only impossibly kind but also really strong i'd be swooning

it's great, they're both so silly and in love!!!! also this one last tidbit because i want to clown on elise some more:

i don't know with you elise you lesbian disaster

[masuchu]

“𝐙𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒” [BSD MEN]

what happens when the bsd men’s gf gets zoomies? ‧₊˚

genre. fluff !! kinda silly ngl . perhaps ooc but idk

characters. dazai, chuuya & fyodor

love, masu. this has been rotting in my drafts for sooooo long!! i polished it off and i love it now!! it’s a very stupid idea, but who even cares

(大哉) 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 ‧₊˚

Zoomies are contagious for this man. When you start sprinting around your shared apartment for absolutely no apparent reason, he questions nothing and joins you.

As much as he finds it amusing to sit back and watch you run around like a toddler, he feels the childish longing to join you bubbling up inside him.

When you crash into things? He crashes into them too! You’ll clean later, for now, he’s perfectly content to copy your strange antics.

However, he can only last so long running around like a lunatic. He will be worn out by the end of your spree!

“Bella, how are you still going? I feel like I’m going to die…”

You halted your movements and peered down amused at your heaving boyfriend, strewn out clumsily on your sofa.

“Aw, can’t keep up Samu’?” You teasingly muttered against your lover’s lips, much too close to escape without being gripped firmly and ambushed with kisses.

“Haha! Leave me alone!” You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his lips teasing all around your face.

“So long as you stay here with me and stop giving yourself whiplash~”

You giggled again. “For you.”

(中也) 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 ‧₊˚

Oh my god, not a day goes by where you don’t severely decrease the concentration of braincells in this man’s head.

When suddenly begin to dart around his million dollar apartment with seemingly zero spacial nor social awareness, you actually stun him.

Jaw dropped, eyes switching from wide to squinted every few seconds, completely and utterly speechless.

What the fuck were you doing?? This man loves you with every fibre of his being, every inch of his soul— however, sometimes you really do make him question if you were, well, okay.

When he gets over his initial shock, he shakes his head and pretends it never happened. He may chuckle and call you something along the lines of ‘damn weirdo’, but he really does love you and your oddness!

Your heavy breaths are all that can be heard throughout the room, hands on your hips in attempt to allow more oxygen into your lungs.

“Ah! I’m so tired, what are you drink— Why are you looking at me like that?”

You finally take notice of your boyfriend’s humorously perplexed stare, and shake your head at his expression.

“What on earth was that?!”

“What was what?”

Chuuya blink twice and lets his head fall back, allowing a mix of a groan and a laugh to escape his lips.

“Forget about it.”

(费奥多尔) 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 ‧₊˚

Fyodor tends to allow you to do your thing in these situations.

He understands you aren’t looking for attention, your nerves are just going haywire. So long as you don’t break anything or kill anyone (anyone important, at least), he is perfectly content with carrying on with his work and leaving you to your devices.

That is, until you do break something.

The torment you put this man through is humorous, considering his occupation and life goals. He prays he may live one day without something happening.

“What, exactly, am I looking at?”

You look down at the shattered vase on the floor, and let out a shaky laugh. A laugh that was more of a ‘shit! I am in trouble’ rather than a ‘this is very funny’.

“Urm. Well, I sort of crashed into the table. And then, it kind of, very much fell off and shattered.”

A moment that was much too long for you liking passed by painfully. You shuffled from foot to foot, and placed you gaze anywhere but your lovers face. It was not in Fyodor’s nature to feel empathy, but he didn’t care about the vase. And he supposed it would be a hassle to deal with you in an apologetic and guilty state…

“It is fine, I didn’t care for it much. Though, please refrain from destroying any more of my ceramics when you continue… doing whatever you were doing.”

“I will try. And it’s called ‘zoomies’!”

“….Right.”

2024 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

[wonwoosthetic]

could you do joel and younger gf/wife (like in her early/mid twenties) and some young guy hits on her while they’re together in like one of sarah’s soccer games or soemthing and joel gets all jealous and insecure

Only You, Only Me

a/n – <3 thank you for the request, I hope you and everyone else enjoys this ˙ᵕ˙ also: having to call football soccer in this fic hurt my European heart haha😭 pre-outbreak!joel was a softy, you cannot convince me otherwise

pairing – pre-outbreak!joel miller x female!reader

warnings – slight jealousy and insecurities, but besides that A LOT of fluff ˙ᵕ˙, a quick mention of sex

word count – 7.1k

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You had sprinted half the way from the bus stop to the soccer field, running the other half, only coming to a stop when you finally reached the entrance. The dress you had chosen to wear had started turning into a slight regret as you had to hold it down from flashing everyone behind you, but the weather didn't let you wear anything below knee height.

With a few more steps forward, greeting the people by the footstalls and other parents with smiles, you finally found yourself right in front of the field, your eyes immediately raking over the space, trying to find the set of bouncy chocolate curls you knew all too well. Sarah was quick to find, making the smile on your face widen instantly as you watched her sprint towards the ball rolling over the grass. You could watch her in her element every free minute of your life. Even though she wasn't right next to you, you could hear her giggles as they had engraved themselves into your brain.

For a second, you directed your attention toward the far back on the right, where your partner's usual seat was, only to find him another second later. A handsome face like his just stands out from the crowd. You grinned to yourself once you noticed he hadn't caught onto your arrival yet, getting to see his perfectly shaped side profile as he watched his daughter and her team hopefully win on another sunny day.

With a grin decorating your face, you almost skipped over to your boyfriend who was sitting on one of the benches at the lowest height, while the other parents had occupied the higher seats on the platform. Passing one grandstand and walking along the length of the entire field before you'd reach the one Joel was sitting on. Too focused on what was going on right in front of his eyes, he didn't even notice your figure coming closer and closer. It was only when you had almost sat down, and your perfume reached his nose that he turned his head to the side.

"Well, look who's finally here," he greeted you with a smile, opening his left arm to welcome you into the space right next to him. 

"Finally? You know damn well I rushed out of my class to be here on time." With a roll of your eyes and a slight chuckle, you joined him on the bench, sliding into his arm swiftly. Sadly, as the new college year had just started, your work as a TA was more asked than ever. Multiple students had enrolled in your tutoring sessions - many more than you expected, explaining why you had to create an extra class for this Saturday, not finding any other available spots during the week. That's why you had been slightly late to the usual Saturday game that you would usually always attend hand-in-hand with Joel.

With a quick peck on the lips after a mumble of, "I know, I know," by your partner, the welcome wagon was finished, and your focus was back on the field. Joel's hand had quickly found its comfort spot on your thigh.

"What's the score?" You asked him, setting down the bag you had carried on your left shoulder.

A proud grin made his lips curl up. "1 to 0. Sarah assisted the first goal."

With a nod, you copied his facial expression. "Well done," you spoke quietly, eyes trained on the girl ahead of you. 

"How were the kids?" To anybody else, his question would let one believe that you worked in a kindergarten or primary school, not at a college where the students were barely a few years younger than you. But you knew what he meant. It still made you chuckle.

Your hands found his, running your softer fingers over his dry knuckles. You always told him to start using hand cream since his work forced him to use his hands so much, and yet he never did.

"Surprisingly motivated, not gonna lie. For a Saturday. I expected like no motivation, no raised hands, no answers or questions, or anything really. But they were really up on everything and seemed genuinely interested," you explained to him.

Joel couldn't help but chuckle, taking your hand into his much bigger one, and turning his head slightly towards you. "Well, if I had a hot TA that turned up in summer dresses to class, I'd also be motivated to go on a Saturday." His comment caught your attention as you grinned shyly at him, pressing your lips together.

"Wow," you nodded along. "Thanks for telling me they only want to be there because of my looks and not because I'm a good TA, and they can actually understand the material better thanks to me." Adding a joking scoff at the end, getting a chuckle from him in return.

His hand came up to brush over your hair, "I would never doubt your ability as a TA. I know you're the smartest person I've ever come across.", He pulled you in so he could place a kiss on your temple, whispering into your ear, "But I just wanted to make sure you know how beautiful you look."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you straightened the hem of your dress. "I think you showed me that today already in the bathroom, huh?" Grinning teasingly at him as you reminded him of his inability of holding himself back when it came to certain outfits you'd wear - one of them being dresses, specifically summer dresses. The inability, that had made you almost late for class today as he just had to take you in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, bent over the sink, interrupting you as you tried to get ready and look presentable for the day. You weren't complaining though. You'd never complain.

A smug smile made its way onto his lips as his fingers dug back into the flesh of your thighs, the grip almost surprising you.

"And I'd gladly show you again later, darlin'." His remark earned him a slap on the upper arm as you told him to focus back on his daughter's competition, the smiles not leaving either one of your faces.

Thanks to all the running, you noticed your throat had started to run dry, and you were in a very sudden but desperate urge to find something to drink. Glancing around the seat, you tried to find out if Joel had gotten himself something, only to your dismay to find absolutely nothing.

You got his attention with a quick slap to his upper leg, "I'm gonna go get something to drink, do you want anything?"

Without hesitation, your partner reached with his right hand into the back pocket of his jeans. "Should I go?" 

But you declined his offer, "No, no, it's fine, I'll be quick. Do you want something?"

He handed you over his wallet as he shook his head. "No, I'm good, thank you." Squeezing your thigh one last time before letting you stand up. Once your frame left the seating area, he noticed your bag laying on the bench and pulled it in closer, setting it down on his right side to keep an eye on it.

While you were making your way a little further back to where you had come from, the echoes of shouting and clapping became quieter and quieter with each step, making you turn around every now and then to make sure you wouldn't miss anything important.

You waltzed up to the woman in the snack truck and ordered two water bottles, knowing Joel would eventually want something to drink as well and Sarah still had hers in her backpack. As you waited for her to get them, the sound of a whistle ringing over the field reached your ear, indicating that the first half of the match was finished and they'd have a break now. Perfect timing.

You paid, thanked her one more time, and left to go back to your seat, getting a glimpse of the group of girls by the side of the field getting a speech of motivation before breaching out to find each of their parents to spend the break with. As you had your head down, remembering the slightly uneven side of the field where you were walking, you didn't catch the figure taking a few steps back. Not until you walked right into them. You immediately started to apologize and looked up, only to find Sarah's coach looking down at you, his hand on your upper arms as if he was afraid you'd trip.

"Oh, I- sorry, sorry I didn't look where I was going," you stumbled over your words, slightly embarrassed by what had happened.

The blonde man shook his head, a million-dollar smile wide on his face. "No, don't worry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked backwards, I don't know what I was thinking." His hands were still very evidently on your skin.

You chuckled, "What? Why were you walking backwards?"

He just shrugged, "I don't even know anymore." Laughing along with his comment. "Ben, by the way. Ben Miller." He dropped his hands, only to reach out with his right one for you to accept. Of course, you knew who he was. Sarah had been going to the training sessions of this team for a good year now, and the day she came home, beaming from ear to ear, talking all about how much fun her coach was, you knew they had found the perfect team for the little girl. You remembered her telling you all about the coincidence of meeting someone else with the same last name as her. Neither Joel nor you had the heart to tell her how common their last name had been in the US.

"Oh, yeah, I know," you let your palms touch, shaking his hand as you introduced yourself, holding on to the water bottles with your left arm, already feeling the condensation wetting the material of your dress.

"So," Ben cleared his throat. "You're Sarah's sister, right?"

His question almost made you choke on air. You knew you weren't the same age as most of the parents here, and the age gap between you and Joel had been a big subject to literally everyone but the two of you, but you had never gotten mistaken for that.

"Sister?! No, no, no," you quickly stopped him, trying to play off the continuous embarrassment with more laughter.

While you continued your conversation with the coach, hoping to leave a good impression as the woman taking care of Sarah and loving her father, the duo was in their own little world.

The youngest Miller skipped over to where Joel was now standing up, her backpack tucked underneath his seat as he held out her water bottle.

"Daddy, daddy, did you see? Did you see me?" The excitement was radiating off her, making the father smile brightly as his daughter ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Yes, baby girl, I saw you," he petted the top of her hair, noticing the few strands that had fallen out of her ponytail. "You wanna redo your hair?"

Sarah jumped back, "No!" Touching her head.

"No?" Joel repeated.

"My hair is okay," she assured him with a hand sign she cutely formed, making him chuckle and nod as he sat back down, finally handing her over the bottle so she could down the cold water.

"Did you see Y/N arrive?" He asked her, wanting to make sure she was aware of the fact that you didn't dare to miss out on her match.

Sarah smiled brightly and started nodding her head up and down quickly. "And she's talking to coach Ben."

"No, she went to go get some water. It's hot, you know? You need to stay hydrated," he made sure to add a little anecdote as he straightened out the small jersey she was wearing.

But the little girl shook her head as she pointed straight forward to the right. "No, she's talking to Coach Ben right now." Joel's ears perked up. His head snapped towards the direction, his eyes immediately finding your figure, only half covered by the frame of the man in front of you. He couldn't read lips, so God knows what the two of you were talking about, but he didn't need to know. Your bright smile and clear giggles didn't need a translation.

Joel wasn't a stranger to jealousy. I mean, how could he. You were beautiful, inside and out, incredibly smart - he knew he was the luckiest man alive to be able to call you his. He never missed the glances you'd get from each man passing you on the street or the ogling eyes from one of Tommy's friends. Even back when the two of you met, he had wondered what a young and pretty girl was doing sitting there with him, only talking to him, glancing directly into his eyes when you could have had the attention of at least four other men at the table. He had considered himself the luckiest guy in the world back then and still did. But he also knew what you were worth. And he was very well aware that, partially, he couldn't give you that. Even though, the reassuring sound of your voice, sweet like honey words falling from your lips were still marked on him, letting him know just how much you adored him, every part of his body, face, and personality, he still couldn't get, who in his past life he must've saved to deserve an angel like you now by his side.

Joel tried to keep his cool as best as he could. Tried to look past your crossed legs as you looked up at the other man, slightly hunching over, covering your mouth as you laughed at something he said. He couldn't have been that funny...

Ben was a good-looking man. Young, fit, and definitely a feast for the eyes. Every man would get jealous watching him talk to their other half. Right?... What could be oh-so-interesting coming from some blonde-frat-boy-looking guy that you'd grin at him like that?

He reminded himself once again... You were his. But then... Ben was exactly that type of guy strangers would expect you to be with. Not some older dude like him. Tommy loved reminding him of that. He could recall every double take people had to do when glancing at the two of you. Every eye up-down he got from women - the judgement just screaming from the look on their faces. It never seemed to bother you though. If anything, it would only make you hold on tighter to his arm or give his cheek an extra kiss. Almost as if you were jealous at every look he'd get from another woman that was a second too long for your liking. He could almost laugh at that thought. You had absolutely no reason to be jealous. There would be nobody ever to compare to you. Joel, on the other hand, had every reason to envy other guys staring at you. Because while you were all of that, he was just Joel.

The voice of his daughter got him back into the present.

"Dad!" She pushed her water bottle into his chest, catching him off guard. "Why don't you say hi to Coach Ben?"

"I already said hi to him when I came here, babygirl," he explained monotone, tucking the bottle back into the backpack before storing it under the bench again. Sarah didn't need to know the bad feeling he had gotten from the blonde man right from the start. Something was just... not right. The moment Tommy mentioned liking him and thinking about inviting him for drinks after he had picked up his niece from training one day, Joel knew he wasn't to trust. If Tommy liked someone, he immediately knew they'd be bad news. God, if Tommy wasn't his brother, he wouldn't even trust him.

"Hi, Y/N!" The youngest Miller suddenly jolted up and ran over to where you were now coming closer to the both of them.

You were quick to kneel down, opening your arms wide to welcome the little girl as she wrapped her small arms around your neck, pulling you in tightly, so your cheeks were squished together - something she had been doing to you for quite a while now.

You greeted her just as ecstatically, letting go so the two of you could continue your journey back to her father together while you kept asking her about the match.

"You're not tired yet, sweetie?" You wondered, settling back down next to Joel.

Sarah shook her head with a giggle, "No, that's why we practice, Y/N." She reminded you, making you chuckle.

"Right, right." You smiled before wanting to hand Joel one of the water bottles, but he pushed it back.

"I don't need it."

You rolled your eyes, "Just take it, I know you'll want it later." With a huff he accepted. You decided to ignore the slight sudden change in demeanour, brushing it off as your mind playing tricks on you.

Before the three of you could get into a full conversation again, the sound of the whistle hit your ear, letting you know the break was over. Sarah jumped up, kissing both you and her father on the cheek before running back onto the field, into the group of girls that were surrounding the coach again.

Joel knew better than to start a fight right now. He didn't want to know about what had gotten you so giddily while talking to Ben only a few feet away from him. But he couldn't fully push down the anger that had started to rumble up his body, making him turn quiet.

If only you didn't have to bring it up.

"You know," you started after having taken a sip from your water bottle. "Ben kinda reminds me of Tommy. Are you sure you guys aren't related?" Even though he knew it was supposed to be a joke, the scoff just tumbled from his lips as he sighed,

"God, fuck, I hope not."

You chuckled, not realising how much truth was in his comment. "Yeah, you already got your hands full with one troubled Miller." Placing a hand on his back, only then noticing the slight tension his body held. "He said Sarah's been doing really well, and she might even be able to go up a league next year. That would be cool, huh?" You glanced over at him, but Joel kept his eye on the field, watching his daughter race from one end to the other, the ball right by her feet.

"Mm," he grunted. "What else did he say that got you to giggle like a schoolgirl?"

You scoffed with a chuckle, "What? I didn't giggle like a schoolgirl." Noticing he wasn't grinning like you expected him to, meaning he wasn't teasing you. You scrunched your eyebrows. "What's gotten you so grumpy, old man?"

Every other day, this would've gotten you a snort from him return before he'd start tickling the soul out of you or would attack your neck in kisses, continuously teasing you for calling him that, knowing that the age gap between the two of you was something you'd like to play with every now and then, giving you a slight kick. Why, was still a mystery to Joel because he found himself anything but attractive with each passing year. Whatever you saw in him was now even more confusing to him than ever before.

His eyes fell down to where your hand had found its way to his thigh, covering it with his warm palm, petting it once before he took it, only to drop it back into your lap, mumbling a quick,

"Nothin', don't worry 'bout it." Before his attention was back on the game ahead of you.

Alright... you thought, weird, but... alright. You realised, there was definitely something going on in that head of his, but also knew that the Saturday match of his daughter was not the place to discuss it. You'd wait until you were back home.

-

The two of you spent the rest of the game in silence, proudly shouting and clapping for Sarah when she missed the goal by just an inch, hyping her up, hoping to motivate her to keep going. The car ride was filled with the youngest Miller's rambling about the match and the team they played against as well as the homework she'd need help with once they got home.

Before you left the field, Joel definitely didn't miss the smug nod Ben sent you before he disappeared as well, making him roll his eyes as you just waved, telling Sarah to do the same as he pushed you forward with a gentle hand on your lower back, making sure that it was low enough to send a quick non-verbal message to the young Coach.

At home, Joel decided to get started with the dishes while you helped Sarah with her Math homework, knowing you'd be much more of a help, thanks to your education and line of work than he'd ever be. Time passed thankfully quite quickly, and after making sure the little one got a good dinner, you sent her up to shower off the dirt and sweat from the hot day.

All while the older Miller was in the kitchen, scrubbing every single dish in fury, knowing how ridiculous others would find him if they could take a look inside his brain. He was so done with it. 

The disgustingly smug face of that coach kept showing up in front of his eyes, reminding him of just how pathetic he felt. He wasn't even mad at you. Or was he? God, not even he himself knew, what was making him react like this. Just the mere thought of any other man by your side made his blood boil. It had happened in the past. His primal instincts would just take over - he wasn't necessarily proud of it, but it was just the person he was.

Joel just couldn't get it out of his head. It wasn't the first time you had talked to a younger good-looking man, and it most definitely wouldn't be the last. He wasn't 12 anymore, he knew people, no matter the gender, would want to get along with each other. You even had to deal with people around your age every single day at work. Suddenly, that thought got him even more unweary. He tried to shake it off quickly.

Each day you'd come home to him, exhausted and complaining about some of your students. Never about the professor you worked for. It was always the students, specifically male students. Guys your age. The way you'd whine about their lack of motivation and focus would make you fall onto the couch, right into Joel's comforting embrace as he tried to calm you down, talking down on those exact guys, reminding you of the fact that college stuff was the last thing on a guys' mind during that age. It always made you groan. Each time. It would make him proud, now to think of it. Proud that rather than expressing your admiration for someone your age, you'd complain about their childishness, reminding him how grateful you were to have found him - a man, not a guy. But you talking to Ben seemed like anything but burdensome to you. It looked too natural for Joel's liking. But he knew to trust you, having had multiple conversations with you about the future. But even then...

He caught himself drifting off, snapping back into the presence quickly. Joel was already starting to dart way too low, reaching a level of dark thoughts he'd much rather not have. The two of you were a melodic couple. A couple that spoke to each other freely, he reminded himself. You always assured each other that nothing should be left unsaid and getting everything out is better than keeping everything in, no matter how embarrassing or pathetic it might be because there are no such things in a relationship. He remembered a conversation you had once dropped during a cuddle session on the couch. For some reason, it stuck with him:

-

"You know, Barbs broke up with her boyfriend." You suddenly threw in the room.

Joel raised an eyebrow, quickly having to remind himself that Barbs was one of your girlfriends that you had met up with for a Brunch date with the rest of your friend group.

"Why?" You knew he could probably care less about it, but he still wondered. If only you knew how much he actually just enjoyed listening to you talk.

You sat up from your half-lying position where your head had rested on his shoulder. Waiting until he had turned his head from the TV, he found your serious glance on him.

"Because she hasn't come even once during sex in the four months they've been together."

Joel took a deep breath, his eyebrows scrunched together. "Shit... poor guy."

"Poor guy?!" You exclaimed, hitting his chest, and making him flinch slightly. "Poor her! She's always had to finish herself off in the bathroom."

"Honey," he sighed, "I don't think you should tell me all that much about your friends." Joel would never complain about you sharing your life with him, but some information about your girlfriends should possibly stay between girls.

"No, you should know about this," you complained back, making him look at you with raised eyebrows.

"Oh? You tryna tell me something here, darlin'?"

His question made you giggle as you shoved him slightly, giving him the opportunity to hold onto your arm to pull you back into him.

"Please," you rolled your eyes, "You'd know if I was faking it."

"Yeah, I know," he mumbled into your hair as he placed multiple kisses all along your hairline. He laid your head onto his lap, your gaze up at him as he looked down at you, the palm of his running up down the side of your torso.

"But like... I asked her why she didn't just, you know, talk to him about it. They were so perfect for each other in every other way, and I'm pretty sure that could've gotten fixed too. I mean, there's hardly anything that can't get fixed, and I know I wasn't present for like every second of their relationship, but I don't know. Anyways-" Joel chuckled at your rambling. "I asked her, and all of my friends turned to me and looked at me like I... just told them, I don't know- the only reason I have five toes on my left foot was because I ate the sixth one when I was a kid."

"Darlin'," Joel laughed at your comment. Your way with words would never bore him.

"What?" You chuckled back at him. "I'm serious. They looked at me so weirdly." He let you continue, his hand now comfortable on your stomach as your fingers found his to play with. "But they all understood her. They said that instead of talking to their partners about that, they'd much rather just end it."

The oldest Miller shrugged, "Yeah, but I mean if it's uncomfortable for them."

"But it shouldn't be," you argued. "Right?" You waited for him to lower his gaze. "I thought in a relationship you shouldn't feel awkward to talk about anything. I wouldn't want you to hold back on talking to me about something just because you think it's ridiculous or whatever."

"You'd want me to tell you that I haven't come in the time we've been together?" You nodded along to his question. "You don't think that would make you feel weird?" You shook your head.

"I mean," a quick thought shut you up for a second before continuing. "The thing is, I'd question why you wouldn't have talked to me about it earlier, but... I'd still want to solve that problem together, you know?" You waited for a nod coming from him, but he only tilted his head slightly. "I don't think there should be anything you'd keep from your partner. If you're in a relationship, you're already sharing so much with each other, like, you're literally giving over your body to trust another person with it, but then you don't want to talk about stuff like that? I don't know, seems weird to me."

His knuckles came up to brush over your cheek. "You get shy when I talk about what I want to do with you as soon as I get my hands on you too though." 

You couldn't help but to grin. "Because you tease!" Getting a hold of his hand, you tried to push it away from you with a giggle. "That's different," you argued. "But if you have something that's bothering you or something and you think it's ridiculous or whatever, and that's the reason why you don't want to talk to me about it... I don't like that," you shrugged, making your point.

Joel nodded, a slight smirk still on his lips. "Alright, I promise, I'll let you know once you stop making me come, okay?" 

You jumped up with a laugh, slapping him once again. "Can you be serious for once?! You idiot!" Giggling as he tried to dodge your hits only to pull you in closer again, not wanting to be apart from your body for even a second. You groaned jokingly, "Ugh, I hate you sometimes."

"I know," he looked at your lovingly, throwing you back onto the couch, hovering above you as he pinned down your arms, "I love you too." Leaning down to kiss you.

-

With a huff, he dropped the now wet washcloth onto the counter, ready to make his way upstairs, knowing you were most likely already getting ready for bed as well.

Even though your conversation back then was filled with laughter and banter, he understood the seriousness of it. You wanted this relationship to work, just as much as he did. And the only way to make that happen was through talking. As much as Joel hated it, hated using his words, never knowing what the right thing to say would be, he knew he had to jump over his ego this time. With grunts, he moved up the stairs, hearing the shower in the master bathroom being turned off right when he entered your shared bedroom. He pulled up his shirt, throwing it into the basket in the corner, a purchase you had made once you moved in.

You opened the bathroom door, letting the steam escape as you turned to the mirror, wiping it down before you got ready for your skincare routine. Joel knew, if he shied away from the conversation any longer, he'd never get to it. So, it was now or never.

Taking step after step until he reached the door frame to lean on, he could feel his heart almost up to his neck, swallowing hard. You saw his figure coming closer from the corner of your eye as you applied your serum, turning your head once he came to a stop.

"You okay?" You wondered once again, hoping to maybe get an answer in return this time around.

He didn't even dare to look into your eyes, finding the floor much more interesting. Joel took a deep breath. He crossed his arms and lifted his head to look straight ahead into the wall, past you.

"You ever think about dating someone younger?" He rushed over his words, hoping to get this over as quickly as possible. You stopped mid-movement at the sudden question being thrown into the room. With confusion written all over your face, you turned to the right, his body still resting against the doorframe.

"What?" Was all you could let out. You understood the question acoustically, yet hoped to have misheard it still.

With a sigh, he started again, "Do- ugh, you know what? Forget it." He blurred it out just as quickly, his back facing you right away as he moved back into the bedroom, walking towards the drawer to get boxers for the night.

"Joel," you were quick to rush after him, "What did you just ask me?"

"Nothing, forget about it," he shrugged it off, looking around the drawer. Before he could even put his hand inside it, you closed it, positioning yourself between the piece of furniture and him.

"Why did you just ask me that?" Your concerned voice tugged at his heart. You were too good for him. 

You understood that Joel could possibly be insecure, just as much as anyone else was allowed to be, just like you were too sometimes. But you never expected such a question to come from him.

Joel placed both of his hands on top of your head to push it down slightly, placing a loving kiss on top of your hair.

"Nothin'. It doesn't matter, it's stupid." With a sigh, he walked over to the bed, sitting down on his side, his back once again turned towards you.

"Joel," you were definitely just going to let this slide, "You know exactly what I think of that 'it's stupid' shit."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his hands brushed over his face, a soft groan tumbling from his lips. "Yeah," he groaned, "I know, trust me. You have no idea how long I've been debating over asking you that shit."

That's when the switch in your head flicked. "Is that why you've been so quiet?" He only nodded.

With a sad sigh, you rounded the corner, coming to a halt in front of his hunched-over figure.

"What's got you thinking about something like that all of a sudden?" With another step forward, you were right in between his legs as he almost automatically let his hands drop to let you come closer, your fingers brushing through his hair. 

"It's a stupid question-"

You immediately shushed him by placing your hand over his mouth. "There are no stupid questions. You know that."

A slight grin crept up on his face as you lowered your hand again. "You really are a teacher, huh?" You tilted your head with a smirk you tried to hold back, not wanting to let go of the seriousness of the conversation.

"Come on," you petted his cheek, "Tell me." His hands found their way to your hips, riding up underneath his shirt you had decided to put on for the evening, pulling you in just a little bit closer.

With another deep breath in, Joel glanced to the side, trying to think about the right words, but his head was too occupied to think about that right now. "That stupid Ben fucker, I swear to God..." he cursed as he mumbled, making you almost unable to hear him clearly. But you still caught it, thanks to the silence in the room.

"Ben? Ben Miller? Sarah's coach?" You pushed his face to make him look up at you. "What did he say to you?"

He shook his head, taking your hands off his cheeks to hold onto them, kissing your knuckles. "No, no he didn't say anything."

"Then wh-"

"I saw you two talking together. Well, Sarah saw you first, but then I looked over too," he started explaining, still avoiding your eyes while you kept your gaze on him. "And, I don't know, something in me just snapped, I guess... watching him talk to you... just... yeah..."

"You don't like him?" You carefully asked, unsure if he was finished with his statement.

Joel shook his head, "Not really."

You nodded along, "Good. That makes two of us." His head snapped up at your comments.

"What?" You just nodded again.

"He's pathetic, it's... like, I know we shouldn't judge people, but God..."

Joel's eyebrows scrunched in confusion, "Then why were you laughing so much with him?"

"Because I wanted him to like me."

"Why's that so important to you?"

"Because of Sarah!" You explained, "She really likes him, and I want to leave a good impression on him because I don't want him to maybe treat her differently or whatever just because I wasn't nice to him. I- what, did you think I was flirting with him?"

The oldest Miller stayed quiet. Sometimes no answer is also an answer. And this time it was answer enough for you.

"Joel!" You whined out.

"What?" He looked up at you as you took a step back. "Look at you. You tryna tell me he wouldn't be tryin' something on a beautiful woman like you. You deserve someone like him!"

"Someone like him?"

"Someone young. And good-looking. And Jesus, I don't even wanna know what else," he threw his right hand up in frustration.

"Joel..."

"Look," he stopped you. "I understand it, okay? I don't believe you'd do something like that," he assured you before pointing to his head, "But the guys up here don't get it."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, slightly concerned, "What?"

He shook his head with a groan, "I don't know..." Joel just couldn't find the right words. He would never accuse you of cheating or leaving him just like that, he got that. But... there was just something...

For a second, the two of you decided to stay silent. But you couldn't bear watching your boyfriend, your life partner, on the bed, sitting in frustration.

"Joel," you started again, taking that one step closer to be in between his legs again, making him look up. "Why would I want a dude in his early twenties that works at a gym just so he can use their stuff for free and brags about having a lonely huge ass apartment, and the only reason he's the coach of a girl's soccer team is because his dad forces him to, otherwise he'd stop paying his rent."

Joel glanced at you bedazzled. Gazing up at you as you returned to raking your fingers through his hair while his hands held onto your outer thighs.

"What?"

You nodded, your lips pressed into a tight line. "That's Ben Miller."

Another wave of silence washed over the two of you before you decided to go one step further.

"Why would I want someone like that when I have a trustful man that is mature, incredibly handsome, one of the funniest people I've ever met, who makes me feel like I might truly be the most beautiful woman he has ever seen." You lowered yourself, placing a knee on each side of him to take a seat in his lap, your fingers never leaving his dark curls. "Who is the most amazing father to a wonderful little girl, has a good job, a house, a well-planned future, who knows how to treat women with respect, who I know would never hurt me in any way," you had started to lock eye with him, "who loves me for me and who makes me the happiest I've ever been." Joel's fingers were digging into the flesh of your ass, making you lean forward just a slight bit more. "Why would I ever want to have someone else?" You let your right pointer finger slowly run over the side of his face. "I couldn't care less about Ben or any other guy like that. They're all the same," you rolled your eyes, making him chuckle. "I love you. And only you. And they can look at me all they want, I only care about one man." You finished your speech before leaning in to place a kiss on his lips that have already been screaming for you. The plan for it to only be a quick peck was quickly thrown out the window when Joel's grip on you tightened, pulling you in as close as he possibly could.

You separated with heavy breaths from both of you.

Joel let go of your ass, his right hand sliding up your back, just a bit. "So," he smirked, "You only wanted me for my house?" The sudden question made you giggle out loud, holding onto his shoulders as you stared into his dark brown eyes.

"Exactly," you nodded.

The oldest Miller let himself enjoy the moment just a bit more as he took in your appearance. No make-up, hair ready for bed, in one of his t-shirts with underwear covering you. Perfect. And all his.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't doubt you, I really didn't. Just...," A heavy sigh fell from his lips. "There are so many young men that you could-"

"Boys," you interrupted him.

"Boys?" He chuckled.

"If they're around my age, they don't deserve the title of a man yet. And I don't need that," you made clear, following him with a smile as well.

Joel dared to look down for a second. "I just..." glancing up, to find your eyes never leaving him, your kind eyes still brightly shining right at him. "I thought about what Tommy used to say about you and his friends fitting together way better than us two-"

"And Tommy better shut his damn mouth if he knows what's good for him," your comment got a chuckle from him in return.

"And your dad wasn't all too happy about us either."

You nodded. "And my dad also cheated on my mom. Twice. You really think I'm gonna take dating advice from him?" He knew your relationship with him was... wobbly.

"I know, I know," he mumbled, his hands now rubbing up and down your body as you snaked your arms around his neck, making sure you had him close to your body.

"I only want you, Joel," you whispered, your eyes passionately interlocked with his as you leaned in for another peck. Your action made him smile, tightening his arms around you too. "And your house," you giggled against his lips. Joel couldn't hold back the chuckle as he let himself fall back into the mattress, pulling you along with him.

joel taglist: @corvusmorte @aniia-x3

pedro taglist: @leslieelainetrask

[pavardscherie]

hello

do something with Gavi

being his first gf<3

thanks

— the first one, pablo gavi

⤷ pairing ;; pablo gavi & female reader ⤷ summary ;; being gavi's first girlfriend after he swore off the other girls, came with negative and positive traits. ⤷ warnings ;; cute gavi?? ⤷ izzy talks non-sense;; i'm a pedri girl, i gotta admit that. but gavi might be a close second if we're only talking about la liga. sadly, i am so bad at headcannons that i just decided to turn this into a little drabble as his first gf.

since the world cup, gavi's name spread throughout the countries like the melody of a popular song, or the announcement of another great invention. with just seventeen years old, his goal against costa rica made him the youngest scorer. if the praise from the world wasn't enough, the girls fawned over the young athletic.

for over a year, a couple of weeks after he turned eighteen, pablo gained his experience throughout different nights. how could he not accept the luring words of another female, who snuck into his private messages and shared her fair opinion about him with a little hint of admiration in the syllabeles. none of his mates would have thought that the image he created, would wear off so easily. until the day, where pablo's eyes met yours in the front of the stands.

hair tangled together to a messy bun, thick strands framing your face and occasionally falling out as the tie loosened. a barcelona home jersey hugged your upper body, a little knot on the hem to reveal a thin line of skin between shirt and high-waisted jeans. the world around him could have not worked slower, but at the moment, you turned around to take a cup of cold coke from your father's hands, pablo saw his name written between your shoulder blades in capital letters, and the large number nine underneath.

at that very moment, his mind worked faster on creating a perfect plan to have a conversation with you between the screaming fans than focusing on the second half of the game. and somehow, after multiple attempts of asking you out, and having a decent chit-chat with you without your father's intense glaring, gavi made you his girlfriend. the first since he became the famous number nine or thirty in some matches for barcelona.

in the beginning, the first couple of months, it was a very hidden relationship. the meetings were private, mostly at spots where no paparazzi or supporters would engage with them. but as the days passed, pablo's popularity increased immensely among the fans, and it got harder to actually hide from the public eye. but the fear you carried like a heavy weight on your shoulders, made it extremely difficult to announce the official relationship.

before you, there's never been another girl that swept him off his feet so easily. not one, he came home to or texted multiple times a day. even if it was a very unnecessary winking face. you infiltrated each of his thoughts, starting in the morning, throughout the training sessions, and when he went to bed without you in his arms. hundreds of pictures he had hidden on his phone, stories of you he created for his Instagram but kept as drafts until you were prepared to announce it.

but pablo wasn't as subtle as you about the relationship. over the months, pedri slowly realized what was going on. why gavi ditched the party nights with the team, or why he never seemed interested in any intentions of various fans anymore. while you were still scared that he would cheat on you, and leave you once the public made up headlines about the two of you, you always watched the videos people posted. how he smiled at girls because it was his job to keep up the golden boy attitude, but the corners of his mouth never reached his eyes like when he was with you.

the small differences in his entire behavior crumbled the fear of being left alone or mistreated piece by piece. and somehow gavi talked you into the dinner nights with his closest friends, and sometimes even the entire team. holding hands underneath the table, sharing caring glances, and showing the mates around him what truly laid underneath the 'i'm bringing a good friend'.

somewhere along the way, it was impossible to hide the relationship anymore. cameras and supporters waited for gavi almost everywhere. you went out to get food for the movie night, and were approached almost immediately by a couple of girls. flirting with their eyes, touching his upper arm so softly with their manicured nails, and handing him little notes with their numbers on them. it bothered you, it pained you to watch the scene unfold without being able to say something, or actually claim him at all after still being hidden from the world as his girlfriend.

and those situations occurred more and more, and got insanely difficult to watch for you. so, the decision to publicly announce the relationship was made without overthinking. while your discomfort grew again when the followers increased on your Instagram account, the fans who actually liked gavi for his playing style and the skills he had, commented the nicest things underneath your pictures.

and gavi, he was certainly posting at least one story every day of you, the ones he had saved for way too long from months back, and telling the world how happy he was about finally showing off his girl, the one he loved. and when you struggled, pablo just became a more caring person than you expected. the dates were still mostly at home, not wanting the cameras or fans to interfere on such special nights. little gifts, like roses delivered to your house when he was away for another game, or a bracelet with two little silver letters on it. p and g, for pablo gavira.

like in every other relationship with a public figure, there always had to be a couple of people who claimed you were in a relationship for the fame. and on some days, the comments got very mean, calling you the worst names and even insulting you. but gavi was quick to shut them down, posting a picture of the two of you with a sweet caption, reassuring you that there was nothing in the world that could separate the two of you.

it never got not difficult as the thoughts of him being away from you, in another town with girls lining up in front of him to share their thoughts, pablo always showed you the opposite. receiving a note with a number turned into giving the piece of paper back to the girl with a delightful smile, and starting to ramble on about the beautiful girlfriend he has at home, who's waiting for his return to barcelona. over the time, you became comfortable with the situations, even the cameras that took several pictures of the two of you while being out and about.

you might never get a real name from the newspapers, always called gavi's girlfriend or the girl he's dating but it was alright. you got a seat in the section for people close to the players each home game, wearing one of the barcelona jerseys with his name written in capital letters on the back. this time, you were truly his, and not another person who only came to enjoy the game. you were in the stands, arms in the air, hands clapping together for the number nine of barcelona. your boyfriend, who always dedicated the goals he scored to you. sometimes with a heart, sometimes with blowing a kiss, and other days with a cheeky wink and thumbs up.

but you were there, proud of the man he has become over the past months, and in the comfort of your arms. cheering for him, clapping for your boyfriend. your number nine. your golden boy. your pablo gavi.

and you were his first girlfriend, the first one he gave his heart to without protection, and the first one, he truly loved and cared for.

[wishmaster]

Hee Wishmaster,

My gf and I have been dating for a while, and we are living the fantasy. However, she isn't as ambitious as I am. I work for my goals, try to keep fit and be a sharp academic weapon. She dropped out, and is struggling to find a good job. Could you help me? Make her more of a chick who knows what she wants? And maybe transform me along the way?

XOXO

New Bitch in Charge

You awaken one morning to the crack of a riding crop against your nude body, you turn to see.

It was your girlfriend, it wasn't but it was, over night she had transformed into the chick that knew what she wanted and that was to have full control of you. She tossed a large collar to you and demanded you put it on, you had no idea your body and life had also changed to fit your new relationship. Mistress Jasmine, demanded things, from now on while under her roof you would be in full leather and on your knees. Worshiping her, tongue cleaning her boots, keeping her uniform clean and shiny.

Magically your new uniform covered your new skinner form. All the muscle you put on at the gym was gone, Mistress wanted you lean and skinny as you no longer had to carry the weight in the relationship, No Mistress was now the bread winner, 24 hr. porn channels and clients who enjoyed serving her almost as much as you, in fact you resided in a larger home filled with dungeons and closets full of sexy uniforms. You were now nothing more that her dumb, little whore. Unable to even think without Mistress' input. Your sharp mind and strength gone, nothing more than a leather houseboy. You got to your duties, liking Mistress's boots hoping she'd let you lick her tasty pussy by the days end or better off she fucks you in the ass with that massive strap on she wears.

[kitsuvil]

Is it really you? — [Scaramouche x Gn!Reader]

♤

warnings; depression idk it's scara ofc its depressing, romantic angst, self loathing, kinda possessive intent?, swearing

summary; he told himself everything from the past of "kunikuzushi' had nothing to do with "scaramouche", so why does he find himself longing for your presence?

"I want to search the sky with you," They said.

But my sky is desolate since they've deserted me. The once beautiful stars are filled with nothing but unpleasant memories from the life I used to lead.

When you put yourself on a pedestal and act like God, you don't have to worry about someone walking over your starry night and leaving warped footprints.

The ebb and flow of abandonment my entire life has left nothing but deceit in myself and others.

Of course it would leave me like this... but it begs the question.

Why am I still thinking about the brightest star of all?

The one who escaped from my grasp?

"Y/N."

"What was that?"

The woman nearby drew me out from my trance. "It's nothing, don't worry, Miko. Thanks for the gnosis, I guess. You made it much easier to carry out my plan."

"Only for the son of my beloved Ei. How could I say no?"

"Shut it, before those kitsune ears of yours no longer sit on your head."

"My my, so aggressive, I see how it is. Run along now, Kunikuzushi."

I leave, tightly clutching the gnosis in my hands before I can get physically angry at the name she used and risk losing what I worked for.

Once I'm able to put this little chess piece to use, I'll be able to find them.

Then, I can truly ask them if they meant to abandon me the way they did. Instead of a sudden disappearance on a normal morning, I desire a proper explanation.

Was it their intent to leave me entirely empty?

What were they experiencing while I worked like a dog for the Tsaritsa?

Did they know who I was?

What immoral acts I committed with the goal of stealing my own heart?

"There's no way they'd accept me, I'm just humoring myself."

I speak out to the stars, laughing at my own being while they laugh back at me. Never with me.

But even though I told myself all that...

Why the fuck is Y/N in the city of Sumeru, just a few steps away from me?

thank u to my fans thank u to scara thank u to my friends thank u to my gf and thank u to is it really you by loathe i wouldn't be here without these

there could possibly be a continuation to this so lmk if you want one and i will try, keyword try, to come up with a second part w a much happier story

[dodecademons]

Sorry not sorry I watched Warrior Nun again. William Miller being so active with the fans and what not got me thinking about Adriel again. Becaaaause was he the villain we thought he was? Sure he was tricking people into getting possessed by wraiths. Sure he killed some people. He is bad. Fact. Morally grey man. But he was enslaved (pretty sure he mentioned that) and kinda had to serve Reya without a choice. It isn't heaven or hell, it's some third thing. Reya though, had a child get transported into her land, saw the divinium in him and decided to make him a walking bomb. Trained him so he could take punches, not necessarily fight back, (as seen per Ava and Beatrice intervening, he can fight but he needs help) and told him the only way to win was to sacrifice himself. Also told him, and Ava, that the only way to end Adriel was to sacrifice themselves and there was no other way. Idk sounds pretty convenient to me. Three powerful beings carrying some sort of power from the other dimension (world?) and Reya's only goal is to get rid of Adriel and the only way to do that is full charge sacrifice two people who also have power from that world? Turns out it didn't work, so Reya was wrong anyway. Reya also kind of just stood and watched as Ava was fighting to defeat Adriel and once she realized the divinum bomb didnt work, one down, and the tarasks did their job, two down, Reya was like "as a treat you can have your dying breaths be with your gf" because she knew Ava couldnt heal from the divinium shards, three down. IDK REYA YOU SURE DO ACT PRETTY HUMAN HUH, all this "Reya is so powerful, she is everything" talk and she sure didn't do all that much except manipulate some people huh. I mean, Adriel got away, he almost won. Just saying.

[footballdesires]

Leon being cute with his way smaller gf 🥺🥺

i've wanted to write this for a while. just didn't know how to mkae it sound cute without being mean. haha. hope you're happy! here's a little drabble about it! :)

standing in the long corridor, she skimmed over the disparate boxes filled with rice. tonight, leon enjoyed a day off from the exhausting training sessions and she decided, it was time for another self-made dinner and a long night filled with netflix shows. something the two haven't done for weeks.

since the second half of the current football season started, the players of bayern munich had to go through several training sessions. not only the control of the ball was important, they had to be a team on the pitch and their coach attempted to work it out before the first game. and he was successful. with five goals to one, the red-white team won the opener without problems. leon even scored with the assist of his best friend, joshua.

the strands pulled into a messy bun on the back of the head, she instructed her boyfriend about the ingredients needed for the dish that he loved the most. while it wasn't especially hard to make, leon always admired the cooking skills of his girlfriend.

he walked down the corridors, grabbing one box after another while she had to grab the package of noodles. unfortunately, she forgot about the large shelves, and the multiple boxes placed on the highest spot. a place, she couldn't reach, even if she stood on her tiptoes.

a hand placed against the plastic material of the shelf, she raised the arm and stretched herself to the full length. manicured nails scratched the grey material but she didn't even poke the package at all. annoyance about the size problem bubbled in the pit of the stomach and left her figure in form of a deep sigh.

„too small, huh?“ leon‘s deep voice echoed through the almost empty store, and her head darted in his direction at the end of the corridor. large hand placed against the shelf, the basket in the tight grip of the right one, he had an eyebrow raised. even standing next to the groceries, he easily could grab the entire top row without stretching completely. she was jealous of his height, the way he towered above her with almost being two heads taller.

„it’s not funny.“ she muttered, wrapping herself in the warmth of the woolen cardigan and crossing the arms over the chest. over the past months, she had to learn how to deal with leon‘s comments about the difference in their height. at , she constantly attempted to hide how much it bothered her when he walked towards her and made up for the unpleasant jokes with tight hugs.

„we got a couple of options.“ the football player informed his embarrassed girlfriend, strolling towards the female. confidence lingered in each of his steps, a constant pride that he carried on his shoulders. and who wouldn’t be if they were in his position? „i could grab it and let you complain the entire ride home for the lack of shelves for smaller people. i could lift you up easily, and you could get one. or option three.“

holding up three long fingers in front of her face, she listened to the ideas cautiously. between the revealed two and a hidden third option, she knew he prepared either something very spectacular or very embarrassing. the line between the good and bad was thin, extremely thin. „what’s three?“ she tilted the head back to stare at the amused expression on his face. leon loved it badly when she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him or beg him to lower his head.

„take it and you will find out.“ he wouldn’t reveal the mystery, the plan he already came up with when they entered the store.

„can you just lift me up? i’d rather hear you talk about this for the next hours than seeing the amusement on your face while i complain.“ she never asked before, she never wanted to. this time, the quiet grumbling of her stomach instructed her to hurry up with a decision. either way, leon would have comments prepared.

placing the basket on the white tiles on the floor, the brunette male took his place behind the female. muscular arms found their way around her waist in a matter of seconds, he’s been doing this way too many times before. lifting the female towards the top shelf, she quickly grabbed two packages.

waving one of her delicate hands wildly, she gestured for him to let her back down but leon had other plans. turning her around in his arms, he used one of his hands to steady her figure and placed the other underneath her right thigh. „you do know, it’s not a bad thing to be smaller?”

the question got an answer when she rolled her eyes at him. another lecture about height which would end in amused comments. she loved leon dearly, any part of him. even when the humorous sentences weren’t quite to her liking. “best example, look at josh. they always told him he’d be good but his body measurements aren’t enough. couple of years later, he’s one of the most expensive players on the team.”

suddenly, the lecture wasn’t a row of amused words anymore. she tilted the head to the side to glance at her staring boyfriend. while being seated on his underarm and hand, she was slightly taller than him. “i’m not joshua.”

“would be weird then.” the male chuckled, referring to the intimate position they currently shared. “you’re beautiful, love. two heads smaller or a couple of inches taller than me, i would have fallen in love with you anyways. i still don’t know how the entirety of kindness and gentleness fits in your body, but i’m still proud to call you my princess, my girlfriend, mine.”

as the tint of cherry red spread across the span of her cheeks, it was the first time that she didn’t need to hide it. instead of the embarrassment burning, her face was covered in bashfulness. “i love you.”

her voice was a genuine melody, a song with a quiet whispered lyrics that spread calmness through leon’s figure. “i love you too.”

she leaned forward in his embrace, blowing a butterfly kiss against his curls-covered forehead. “so, we’re switching roles now?”

[seokjinsonlyone]

[open discussion]

it is i the queen of fostering delusions back again to make y’all get a lil crazy 🤪🤙

so imagine like bts aren’t idols right and one of them accidentally got you pregnant…. who would it be? like who would you want to be your baby daddy? what do you think coparenting would be like? would you end up with them or is it like take your 18 years and dip?

and to make things even more interesting who WOULDNT you want to be your baby daddy and why 👀

as always i’ll put on my clown suit first 🤡🎪

so obviously my first pick is my bias my sweetheart my cutie pie seokjin like i don’t think we would end up together 😓 but as far as coparenting goes i think that would be as close to ideal as it would get. like i think he’d be very involved in the entire process from the beginning like doctors appointments checking in on me making sure i had everything i wanted/needed i just think he’d be super supportive; we might even live together for a bit after the baby born for the sake of stability and the fact that he wants to be around for everything and i’m not letting my newborn out of my sight 😃 ; i think we’d have good communication and parenting styles and it’d just be really easy and natural with him; and later on down the line if he or we had our own separate families i think we’d be very amicable and our child would rarely feel torn or like they didn’t belong <333

second pick is park jimin like i think he’d wanna be just as involved in the beginning but very clueless a little frantic and it would take some time for him to really get himself together but when the baby got here he’d be a natural like fatherhood would suit him so well like i’m getting a very distinct image of him carrying the child in nothing but his briefs that doesn’t have anything to do with anything but i thought i’d plant the image anyway; we wouldn’t live together or anything but he’d be over all the time probably crash on the couch every now and again while the baby is a baby; when the kid is a little older i have this image of him dropping them off and being all like “make sure you be good and listen to your mother, okay? i love you” and then when he done saying goodbye to the kid he gives me a kiss on the cheek too and that happens every time he’s either dropping off or picking them up ☺️; like i just think there would be so much mutual love and respect for each other that it would never work out with anyone else like if we tried dating other people we would always end up strongly disliking the other’s partner and that would always be a source of tension but at the same time when it came to our partners they would never be able to say anything about about us like i can just imagine jimin with a gf or whatever and she coming slick out her mouth about me tryna be on his side after we had it out and he would be like “🤨 watch your mouth that’s the mother of my child” ☺️☺️☺️; all this to say that we’d probably end up together like it would take a good few years like the child would be conscious of the circumstances but we would make it work and end up getting married and then probably having like 1 or 2 more kids tbh

NOW ON THE FLIP SIDE so sorry to this man but i would not want tae to be my baby daddy like REMEMBER we talking about a non idol tae and i just feel it in my soul that non idol tae would be what i like to call (and i’m black so i can say this don’t try to come for me 🤚) a nigga with a dream and one thing bout a nigga with a dream is they gon chase it no matter what now there’s nothing wrong with having a dream or a goal you want to reach but this specific subset of people with dreams are unrealistic about their current situation and the goal they want to achieve and how they plan to get there like i can see him quitting jobs bc he decide he don’t like it no more and jumping from place to place it’s supposed to be his weekend with the baby and i got things to do and he never show up bc he slept all day bc he stayed up all night drafting up some sort of business proposal that’s never gonna see the light of day i’m banging his line and he not picking up then his mom show up to come get the child later that night apologizing like it would stress me out; i think he’d be great with the child tho like the baby would think he hung the moon would absolutely love they daddy but that man would pluck every nerve i got and it’s a shame bc he is so fine smh

honorable mention also to yoongi like i’m so on the fence about this man bc we are the same person but with different belief systems and that makes for a very toxic situation tbh 💀 like we would do petty stuff to piss each other off like he’d drop the baby off with a daddy’s little boy/girl onesie on just to irk me and bc we would probably have different parenting styles we would end up undermining each other even if it won’t always on purpose which would lead to hushed arguments whenever we had to interact; i think we’d be able to come together for the big stuff but on the daily i can feel my blood pressure rising already; still we’d always make sure our child respected each other as parents and we’d both be respectively good at our roles; now this is obviously not the most ideal situation but the tension between us would be giving enemies to lovers and like i’ve been romanticising toxicity lately and so it’s kinda 🥵

now i’ve rambled for way too long i pass the torch to you 🫡

[panicsimss]

❤️, ☄️ for Poppy, 💧, 🎭 for Hudson, and 🌌 for both of them, please! <3

for Poppy:

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Using words can be... difficult, she's more of a quality time kind of gal. She likes comfortable silence, sitting alongside her partner is more than enough. she's like a feral cat that slowly warms up to you and then suddenly she's in your lap. movie nights, driving around, all that good stuff is.. MWAH <3

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

There are two kinds of people that she has encountered: ones that think of her as a cold hearted bitch, and those that underestimate her and think she's a lost, weak little girl. both aren't entirely incorrect, but no one will ever truly know her, now will they? let them think what they want, only she knows who she really is.

for Hudson:

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

He held out for his parents or ex gf to notice his disappearance and look for him. part of him still is holding out, just a sign that they care or SOMETHING.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

He's the same old Hudson no matter who he's around. awkward, dorky, somewhat timid at times. he tries his best to be cool and approachable, it never works out though. his need to prove himself to others really stems from his lack of approval from his parents.

for both:

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Poppy - video game characters like Heather Mason (silent hill 3) and Lady (Devil may cry 3) really inspired me when I was making her. I knew I wanted to create a tragic girl that would fit well in a horror setting, one that was strong willed to the very core, but also one that carried a deep sadness inside. bittersweetness is what I was going for. Hudson - There was no clear inspo for him, one day I just felt like making some guy who happened to become a vampire for some reason. I guess that was my goal all along, like what would happen if the most mundane man you knew was a creature of the night and just had to like. live with it? I wish it were more deep than that, but he's really come into his own since initially creating him.

[matan4il]

Not to add to the debate, but well sorry I kind of am. But on your points about the donor storyline, my thing is yes, like they are unsympathetic as people asking for this. Not because they are straight, but because their logic is weird. They obviously have the money, and they don't really know Buck, (the whole nature vs. nurture thing). Would Buck be this Buck if there was no Daniel? He was the chosen one and raised as such without Maddie falling into her role? Plus, they act like vultures about the whole thing. The whole aspect of it is wrong. I would have preferred if it was even an old girl, Buck dated, who now has a wife. At least we could get bi hints.

But also it sort of runs against future storyline I would love for Buddie when they go Canon. I mean we all realize it is harder and will be more expensive when it is 2 gay men, that is just a fact. Of course I love the idea of them adopting but also I would kill for any scenario that involves, Maddies egg/Eddie's sperm, Bucks sperm/Eddie's sisters egg and someone carrying it. There are just all sorts of amazing possibilities we could get that tell the real story of gay men who want to be fathers and the financial cost but also the insecurities about being chosen if you try adopting.

Sorry for the ramble but I guess I was just stating for myself it is a watered down generic story that one day I pictured for real for Buddie.

Also, weirdly though, fun fact. I grew up in San Diego. Like 8 years ago, my best friend found out her dad fathered a kid no one knew about. But the weird thing was that when we were in high school, he worked at the stables we used to ride at. Like, we actually met him as just a guy!! I'm like, dude, you could have dated your brother lol!!! That's all I keep seeing is Bucks' future child meeting his bio child and kissing🤣😂🤣

Hi Nonnie, thank you for this ask!

Oh, you know what? Whether in the context of the sperm donor storyline or otherwise, I would actually REALLY love for an ex gf of Buck's to return and turn out to be married to a woman. It could be one of those potential storylines for Buck listening to her and maybe realizing a few things about himself and Eddie. ;)

I hear everything you say! I honestly don't mind which way Buddie would go about it, I just want the story shown of how a same sex gay couple goes about deciding on and fighting for their right to be parents. It's STILL not a given right in way too many places, and where it is, it requires SO MUCH, it's a story deserving of being told. And considering how much drama is involved in it, how many emotions, how much it can test a couple, but also bring them together and showing them fighting as one for a common goal, it actually does NOT makes sense to me that it's so underrepresented in media. Which makes me suspect that's due to a great degree to ignorance. And shouldn't we strive for queer rep to tear it down?

I think your penultimate paragraph summarizes perfectly a big part of how I feel about this storyline. Thank you for that!

(also, yikes about your friend's dad! That could not have been easy in any way whatsoever...)

Have a great day, lovely! As always, here's my ask tag! xoxox

[slybastardo-o]

I have a daughter with a partner that hates when i speak in this manner . “ I have a daughter” that specifically is triggering because I am claiming her to be mine and only mine and honestly I see her point and see why it upsets her. I think she completely right to be upset. I also think I’m a huge dick for feeling like I kinda have a right to say it in that manner. Of course I could just simply say “our” every time and just solve the issue, but I kinda don’t wanna. I feel a sense of ownership over our child and as horrible as it is, it’s the truth. And I think it stems from our bond and relationship. You see, throughout our very short almost 2 years with our daughter I have been the “ primary caretaker” and not in the traditional sense and not always but in different facets at different times of that makes sense. At times I worked a lot and she stayed home, so I bought everything and stayed up with her all night for every night feeding with no sleep. At times I would quit a job to take over child care due to moms goals and child care issues and still find ways to provide the majority of the expenses. No matter what I was taking care, present, teaching, cooking and diaper changing. Mom was always there pushing helping learning but it was just easier for me to adjust, maybe because my body didn’t have to carry a literal human being then get it cut out of me and readjust idk. But that’s just the way it shook out so I just took the bulk of everything, so I just ended up being the asl teacher, the cook, the reader, the disciplinarian, the patient one, moms rock, moms punching bag, not enough, a piece of shit, the night feeder, the diaper changer, not intimate enough all while still providing everything and giving my spouse a year and a half off of work to get mentally and physically healthy. She wasn’t okay, she was in pain, mentally I’ll and it was bleeding over everything and it ducking sucked. It fucking hurt to see, it hurt so bad I convinced myself that the thought of me being the reason she is better one day outweighs the fucking pain I felt throughout that time. It was the lowest I had ever felt in my life. A new father handling everything working overtime, quit a job making 100k for his gf because she couldn’t handle being a stay at home mother. Without hesitation, I came home , took a job working on my hands and knees for a third of the pay and took the baby from you as soon as I got home. Stayed up with the baby every night, and let you sleep. Cooked for you, ordered you food, loved you and took whatever came and you didn’t hear a peep from me.

I’ve got really thick skin, really high patience but I’m tired. Please, just make it easy. Work with me. You could read this and come to me. Give me your opinion, tell me if your mad. Tell me if you think I’m wrong. Tell me how you feel, nothings wrong. But please, be prepared for a response, because it’s a conversation, I’ll be expecting yours in return so we can get to our destination/solution/place together as a family.

[innerweb]

epiphany + update

part i — update last night, after my brother went home i read out loud john o'donohue's book of irish blessings. i was not expecting anything besides sitting with the resonance of words. i ordered my brother a copy of anam cara because i think he would deeply connect to it. and i love the idea of gifting him a new book he can read on the train to work. i woke up a little late today, dropping off a package for my girlfriend and meeting up with my housemates to walk around the new ikea downtown. i ran into friends and a drag queen smiled at me, while i held my blohaj. a girl gifted me a sailor moon pin she made as we stood in line for meatballs. my gf even popped into the ikea cafe in hong kong and sent us photos of her time there. everything just felt sweet. after, i decided that i still had so much energy. and the way the light cast on the trees and the buildings led me down a journey through the park. i listened to my audiobook and sat in the park outlining the pages one of my personal zines. that was the deal with myself, is that i would give this personal project some more overarching structure and set it into motion. i feel like i exceeded it today. and even wrote some more for it. after that, i spent some time admiring how beautiful everyone looks when they're present in nature. everyone seems to glow, when they're connecting with themselves or another human being. i feel very grateful to have witnessed that today, and hope to carry that feeling with me for a while.

i bought a zine, a graphic novel, a vegan donut, and some chocolate milk as a little treat for myself — the books felt related to the personal work and ideas i have been ruminating on. and the food was a treat for exceeding my personal exercise goal for the day.

i still have some final edits to do on my zine that's getting sent to the riso printer by end of week, but my feeling is that i will have a fresher, more focused mind in the morning to carry all of my freelance tasks out. overall i feel in alignment with myself, and i think i will be reading my irish blessings before bed from now on. part ii — epiphany i realize after all of this time,

i was meant to combine my love for visualizing (art + design) and with my love for writing (poetry + long-form).

they were never meant to be separate. i think i realize this as i have been working in physical printed artifacts. words flow out of me so easily. and i think creating a visual landscape to support and compliment written words brings me such joy.

this realization is illuminating as to why i look at the world and certain objects the way i do. and where i should go from here.

[troglobite]

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me: realizes i have to keep fleshing out the consequences to some shit that i had happen in-game

me during the game, trying to hand it to who i thought would be the most likely player to seek this information out: so do you read the newspapers?

player: no

me: ...do you talk to your gf who literally works for the newspaper?

player: no

me: ...so in conversation, she'll bring it up, and you'll shut it down, and then she eventually just doesn't bring it up w you?

player: yes

me: ......okay.

me, later in that same session, now to a different player: do you keep tabs on the newspapers?

player 2: i mean kind of. i maybe skim the headlines.

me, fucking desperate at this point: okay [incredibly short summary of the few hundred words i wrote and pages of notebook i filled w notes and brainstorming]

player 2: hm. kay.

me: [fucking perishing]

and player 2 was the same player who asked to go into the public records office and rolled a nat 20 investigation to do so, so i previously had to write 3 pages of information in there about city government officials and their meetings and various pieces of legislation and citizen communication. like.

oh god and also it was the WRONG PLACE TO LOOK. but it was a nat 20 and a good idea! so i tried DESPERATELY to reward it. but i fear the hints may have been too vague.

i included reference to other key politicians/govt employees who, if she remembered/noticed from the original newspaper pieces i gave to her character, were also VERY IMPORTANT and TARGETED in the SAME WAY.

and the ONLY THINGS linking them........

versus what the claimed/stated goals of the group that carried out the attack were....

like.

oh god i'm fucking trying.

but it is ROUGH.

[knudsen42goodwin]

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