#However. (Never a good thing to hear ik)

[theonehitwonder]

Hm. Sorting some things out.

[mihii-i]

Toots ik you got a whole lot of requests but hear me out 🧏🏻‍♀️

Jealous Arlecchino oneshot with smut or suggestive ending🧎🏻‍♀️

Like her and her hot af wife (reader) going on a lil mission in a different nation and have to continuously speak with a woman who the Fatui has connections with to help them

And reader and said woman are getting along TOO good and while reader is thinking this is some cute girls-bonding-time the woman is literally drooling over her and trying to keep her away from Arlecchino

Arlecchino notices ofc 🤗

The rest is up to you, but please no degradation or like “you were enjoying her attention” type thing in the smut/suggestive part <3

vexations.

Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, jealousy, fatui member reader (rank not specified), weird lady get tf away, uh moew, the sigma inside me is yearning for deck, lowkey the no degration part gave me an idea, strap on use, praise, small bit of marking, not proofread.

A/N: GIRL OMG lowkey I love that you kinda said no degradation or the attention relishing thing bc honestly I don’t like that kinda stuff either as u can see from like a lot of my work I avoid humiliation and stuffs I like fluffy sex SO YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT BC IT KINDA FEELS WEIRD YK anyway hope u like this yayayay 🕯️

“Arle hurry up! The negotiator won’t wait forever.”

A soft nudge brushed along the blade of your shoulder as you tilted your head over, noticing your wife leaning at your side upon catching up from behind you. Arlecchino breathed out a quiet hum in response, the crisp winds of the howling sky assaulting your skin in a cold fury. Usually, the weather in Fontaine wasn’t overtly cold as it was now, typically balanced between being fairly warm yet decently cool.

Usually, your time with your dear wife was cut short from the barrage of missions piled up one after another, shrouding her schedule immensely. Mission after mission led to Arlecchino trudging out of the house with her infamous fluffed harbinger coat hung loosely over her shoulders, deep eyes looking back to the opening in annoyance upon being unable to spend more time with you. She dreaded it. The prospect of leaving you all alone so early in the morning scrambling along the fluffed sheets for her touch, only to wake to an empty edge in disappointment.

Although you were in fact slotted in a position within the ranks of the Fatui, you never found yourself venturing out on an array of missions like Arlecchino was. Preferring to keep to yourself as you weren’t exactly the brightest when it came to negotiations. Each day, you found yourself lounged on the couch of your shared home, cheek squished against the flat of your palm in anticipation for the door to creak open to reveal your beloved herself. You could only sigh as the clock hand flicked over agonizingly slow, your eyes lowered as your muscles tensed to await her arrival.

However, things were quite different when it came to the Tsaritsa’s request for negotiations in Fontaine’s watchful eye of justice, as it drew caution to Arlecchino having to go alone. It was quite clear on how oddly strict and valued the Nation of Justice’s view on lawful order was, posing a threat to her if she were to even slip up in the slightest manner. Not to mention, the Fatui were in fact highly fixated on and monitored especially in the nation, meaning every waking step she took in the streets would be monitored carefully one way or another. Of course, as the wonderful spouse you were, you had decided to take up to mission alongside Arlecchino, stunning even the Tsaritsa herself at your assertion.

Arlecchino’s eyes traced the fluffed pale clouds heaped along the clear sky, gaze lowering to the heavy stone gate solidly rooted into Fontaine’s earth. The two of you continued to approach the domed gate to one of the nation’s renowned cities, bustling crowds rushing through every corner in a split second once you both step foot through the gate. You found yourself clinging to Arlecchino’s arm at the swarms of people closing in, fingers subtly squeezing the fabric in mild discomfort.

It wasn’t long before she took notice of your visibly cramped form and furrowed brows as you grasped her arm for support, her arm circling your waist closely as a response to the gesture. Pushing past the crowd, you both ended up before a fine establishment resembling a hotel towering above you in an uncountable height of stories above. You pulled out a slip of paper from your jacket pocket swiftly, hand scrambling in the heaps of fluff before letting out a triumphant sigh upon finding it. Carefully, you unfolded the tattered paper, examining the building and the address before shoving it back and nodding to Arlecchino in affirmation.

A hollow gold light spanning across the hotel greeted you upon entering, bouncing off the gold handles before the front desk. Whatever address you had received, the negotiator sure was quite lavish in her tastes. Faint clicks of heels reverberated in your ears, the sound drawing closer with each tap against the floor. An uneasy feeling rocked within you as you could hear them, a sense of deception circling the atmosphere. You only pressed your shoulder to your wife’s to ease yourself, attempting to remain professional upon the negotiator’s arrival.

The woman’s eyes squinted down at you, clearly observing every minute detail that painted your complexion from head to toe, hand rested on her hip in a gust of silence swallowing the air. Blinking in surprise upon her hand stretching out toward you, her expression was strangely amiable, gaze lit up as she seemed ecstatic to meet you. “Ah, hello! It would be a pleasure to negotiate with you!”

You mindlessly shook her hand, puzzled at the sudden shift in demeanor from the woman as she grasped your hand. She breathed out a sigh as she pulled her hand away, huffing in response to compose herself before turning to Arlecchino. Her expression before Arlecchino quickly grew stern, voice dropping to one rather cold and unenthusiastic as they silently shook hands. The interaction alone only made your stomach twist in uncertainty, the sparking contrast in behavior she showed between you two clearly throwing you off.

“I suppose that you are in fact the renowned negotiator with such a high reputation among the Fatui?” Arlecchino inquired, voice low. You could pick up on the fact in no time that she sensed something off about this woman. She only breathed out an unsatisfactory hum in response and nodded, gaze darting back to you in seconds as her face lit up. Within seconds, you couldn’t help but stiffen when her pointer finger traced the bottom of your jawline, experimentally running it along your skin.

Rather amused at your confused look, she only smiled once more, pursing her lips together as she pulled away. Arlecchino’s gaze only grew dark as she observed her movements against you, mind stinging with displeasure at the diplomat’s unusual proximity toward you. She could only shake off that numbing annoyance elusively, looking away from the sight of someone else getting handsy with her darling.

Pulling back, the woman cleared her throat, folding her hands in front of her as she seemed satisfied with your jumbled expression. “Well..shall we begin with the negotiations? How about over coffee?” She mused. You nodded in compliance, glancing over at Arlecchino to note any objections. To which, she hesitantly provided none. Yet, she could only feel her skin bristle at the sight of the woman’s arm snaked over the back of your neck as a way of ‘guiding’ you to the said coffee store. Arlecchino was only left trailing behind, a maelstrom of fury embedded below her usually unfeeling face.

—

“Mm…(Name), sweetie, do you like the coffee I bought for you?”

You breathed out a puff of steam, expression relaxed as you only grinned at her in response. Perhaps she was to be trusted, as the negotiator had been nothing but kind to you, only treating you with the highest degree of affection and respect. Her adoring actions only led you to ease up around her, growing fairly close with her as if you were speaking to someone you already knew for years. Despite the relief that she was friendly, you couldn’t help but being unable to shake off the same uneasiness that jabbed at the back of your brain at her initial arrival. Plus, paired with her dismissive treatment toward Arlecchino only served to throw you off, shrinking away from trusting her altogether.

“Ah. Yeah…you really know your stuff here don’t you?” You chuckled in response, occasionally glancing over at Arlecchino who was left unchecked throughout the entire course of your “negotiations.” Arlecchino noticed your eyes frequently darting over to her, causing her to sit up from her slight slouch and dismissively wave her hand toward you. Nodding, you turned back to the negotiatior, elbows propped up onto the table and palms on either side of her face as she pushed her shoulders forward.

Suddenly, your wife couldn’t hold back her words for the sake of something so silly intruding on your original mission, leaning forward as she spoke up. “About the negotiations-“

The woman only shot the harbinger a sharp glare, cutting her off with a frown. Yet, it was plain obvious that Arlecchino wasn’t the meek type, a stir of hatred boiling within her for this sudden diplomat who came to snatch you out of nowhere. She held her tongue, yet not out of submission, but rather out of restraint—afraid she would be unable to keep her composure and snap at the high authority figure to quit her rather hands on approach toward you.

Throughout the course of the uncomfortably drawn out conversation, consisting of downright lewd hints thrown out from the negotiator toward you only felt like an eternity of malaise tainting the atmosphere. An annoyed scoff from Arlecchino finally caught your attention as she stood up, the silverware and glass rattling against the table from the sheer force of her palms planted onto the table for support to raise her to her feet. She huffed out once more, shoulders hunched over in order to retain her emotions boiling up within her.

Fangs of jealousy sunk into Arlecchino as she walked away from the table without a word leaving her lips, the bitter taste seeping into her mouth only pushing her further into a deep annoyance. She typically didn’t show any sort of emotion that would come close to nearly eliciting this type of anger from her, yet perhaps her sole affection toward you only fueled her otherwise closed off heart. Her guarded heart that only beat for you.

—

“A-Arle- mm..please..”

You lay helpless below her touch, soft gasps sharply rushing past your lungs as her lips glided along yours in a slow, passionate rhythm. Her darkened hands only curled around your wrists to hold you down, continuing her flaming kisses burning against your tongue as your eyebrows raised with that needy expression she loved oh so much. Quiet pants echoed in your ears as Arlecchino pulled away, eyes glossed over as the woman hovering above you looked foggy from your slightly blurred vision.

You couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of her sharp nails dragging along the protruding veins of your wrist in slow circles, crimson lipstick smeared across a new area of your throat every time you looked down. Arlecchino only hummed in satisfaction against your flushed skin, her own body weight along yours locking you down in place as the strap fastened around her waist pressed down onto your lower abdomen.

Muffling through your endless barrage of whimpers, you managed to breathe out through her relentless assault on your body. “I- ah- m’sorry Arle..I- didn’t realize she- mm..was doing that..I promise I didn’t enjoy-!” Your voice resembled that of a choked back sob, immediately hushed by Arlecchino’s soothing voice vibrating from her throat.

“Shh. It’s okay, darling. I would never think so lowly of you, and I know you aren’t that kind of person. The woman I fell in love with is below me, only desiring my actions in this moment, right?” She assured, lips stretching in a gentle smile as her pointer finger dragged down your chest all the way to your stomach.

You only heaved a sigh of joy, which was almost immediately cut off by a high pitched moan upon feeling her middle finger trace your slit. Your panting came out in shallow breaths as her x-marked eyes bore into you, gleaming red like that of a blood moon shone brightly to illuminate your complexion. Her touch was all that you craved in this moment, feeling a wash of affection overtake you at your wife’s calming presence soothing you in even your greatest moment of uncertainty.

Underwear nearly dropped down to your ankles, Arlecchino only seemed entranced by your slick glistening along your folds as such a gorgeous sight to behold. Her eyes darted back up to you once more, gaze meeting yours.

“May I continue?”

To which you only nooded eagerly, eyes flickering to her silicone cock pressed along your stomach. The second you felt the tip intruding along your walls, you immediately gnawed on your lower lip defensively, suppressing your inevitable noises.

Her lips pushed against yours once more, capturing you in a deep, languid kiss as her hips rolled against yours in circular motions, length fully pushing into you with each thrust. Your walls clamped around her faux cock like a vice, moans bouncing off the walls as her cock continued to massage that one spot within you. Everything was absolutely intoxicating. Arlecchino’s scent, her praises, her body pressed to yours, the way she was buried inside you. It was all as if she was so deeply connected to you that she never wanted to let go—as if it went to show how much she loved you with everything she had.

“Just like that. Archons, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

It didn’t take long for the sensation bundling up within you to finally snap, your walls tightening around Arlecchino’s cock to make sure she couldn’t pull back. Your juices coated the strap all over, the messy fashion of it dampening the sheets below you as she let out a satisfactory breath in response. Slowly, Arlecchino waited for you to come down from your high to loosen your grasp around her dick, her palm pressed to your face gently as she thumbed at your cheek in a reassuring manner to take your time,

Before long, you were strewn out on the bed, exhausted as Arlecchino’s arm was draped over you protectively. Her face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, taking in your warmth as her nerves eased up. As she law curled up beside you, protecting you in her arms as you slumbered, it was as if all her vexations had disappeared from earlier today, her mind was finally put at ease.

That you were hers. And hers only.

—

The next morning, you met up with the negotiator once more, with her face twisted in confusion and mild hint of disappointment at the sight of Arlecchino holding you up to help you walk. Surely your legs weren’t functioning well enough after the previous night. The woman only tapped her chin with an unintelligible grumble, eyes darting away as you let out an awkward chuckle.

“I- ah..ahem..shall we discuss the negotiations..?”

Funny how quickly she had switched up the second she realized that you wouldn’t even think about leaving Arlecchino’s side. You loved her far too much to detach yourself from her arm even. You nodded toward her as you leaned your head onto Arlecchino’s shoulder, eyes dreamy and filled with a sort of solace tinged into your soul as you gazed up at her.

She stared back down at you with the same affection that she would only reserve for the likes of you, hand tightening into your protectively once more.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: WOOOO DID THIS ON A SCHOOL NIGHT IT IS 12:43 AM I THINK IM FUCKED BUT THATS OKAY 🔥🔥🔥

FINISHED MY PHYSICS LAB FEELING GOOD I LOVE EATING THE WALL I AM HORRIFIED TO SLEEP CAUSE I JUST WATCHED SMILE 2 AND HOLY SHIT THEY WERENT WRONG ABOUT NOT WATCHING THE MOVIE IF YOU WERENT IN THE BEST PLACE MENTALLY BUT THATS OKAY BC IT WAS GOOD AND I LOVE NAOMI SCOTT. I’m still fucking scared of the curse and the stupid entity tho

Why am I dumping this what this was a long ass a/n rant probably bc I’m traumatized from the movie lol I don’t wanna step foot in my hallway in the dark.

Anyway please enjoy dinner is served and back to school but break is soon so we’re good

monker

[foreveradreamaway]

streaming- MV33/1

summary- a compilation of moments from maxs streams

i really loved writing this as i always have small idea that aren’t long enough to be their own post, if you have any small idea that goes with this or just in general then please comment it or send it to me and i will make a part two or another post similar <3

max loved to stream every now and then. he loved the interactions with fans and getting to play with his friends. you also loved when max streamed because it gave you some peace and quiet for a while, it also allowed you to do some house work without max following you like a lost puppy.

you had made numerous appearances in his streams and his fans loved it. probably enjoying seeing you both as actual humans and getting to see how you both live your daily lives together. some fans had made a compilation of the many times you made an appearance in one of maxs streams.

🏎️

max sat in his gaming chair immersed in whatever game he was playing. you needed something from the room he was in and it couldn’t wait.

you opened the door as slowly and quietly as possible and creeped over to the thing you needed. apparently you weren’t quiet enough and he heard you. he moved one side of his headset off his ear.

“sorry, i just needed to grab the end thing for the hoover.” you sheepishly smiled. he only grinned in return. you took this as the opportunity to walk up behind him so you were in the frame.

“what are you playing?” you questioned as your face finally came in shot.

“im playing cod with lando, charles and carlos”

“aww cute” you sent a quick wave to say hello to everyone that was on the other end of the camera. however your eyes were quickly caught by the top of maxs head.

“can they hear me?” you questioned, he nodded. “okay. hello everyone, it’s your favourite person in the world here and i just needed to show you something” max had a confused look on his face as he watched you through the camera, wondering what you were about to show.

your hands reached for each side of the head set that was on his head and slowly removed it and handed it to him. your hands then went to either side of his head and tilted it down.

“max gets really bad headset hair guys and it will literally stay like this for the rest of the day” max’s hands quickly went up to his hair to attempt to fix while you and the chat couldn’t help but laugh.

“shut up” he grumbled as he lifted the head set back onto his head. “love you baby!” you called over your shoulder as you left the room.

“i hate her”

“i heard that!”

🏎️

“mijn liefste, wil je zo pasta? Ik ben er nu een paar aan het maken” you can’t be seen as you poke your head round the door.

“Het gaat goed, dank je schat” he replies while not taking his eyes off the game but removing one side of his headset. “welke pasta ben je aan het maken?”

“i know i’m learning but im not that good yet max” you laugh.

“i said ‘what pasta are you making” he replies, suddenly feeling hunger bubble his stomach.

“i’m not sure yet. are you sure you don’t want any? i’ll surprise you” making food has always been one of your love languages, your mum had shown you to cook as soon as she could and you picked it up quick.

“yeah go on then” he finally turns to you and smiles as you walk away. when he finally turns back he sees the chat filled with questions and people telling him how cute you both are.

“yeah she is learning dutch. i’m teaching her” his face lights up as he talks about you. “it’s very easy for her though because she already knows other languages so she picks it up quickly” his smile never leaving his face.

🏎️

max is looking intensely at the chat in-front of him, reading everything is the chat. answering a couple questions. he does this until he sees a familiar name come up.

“‘answer your phone’ what?” he quickly picks up his phone to see that he has ten missed calls from you. he is quick to call you back.

“max stop putting your phone on do not disturb and silent” you scold. he always did when he was streaming, he always said it was because he didn’t want to be disturbed however sometimes it was important. like now.

“sorry schat.”

“do you want anything from the shop? i’ve already got your m&ms and tomato soup.” max had a soft spot for m&ms and everyone knows about this man’s love of tomato soup.

“no i’m okay thank you baby. what are we having for dinner” max had a massive smile on his face. half because he was talking to you and because he knew how much everyone watching would love the conversation.

“well you’ve got mean prep” you couldn’t help but laugh as max groaned loudly and threw his head back. he hated meal prep. don’t get me wrong he loved being healthy and eating nice food but sometimes he just craved your cooking. “and i’m having a stir fry.”

“ugh whatever. i want stir fry”

“i know baby. ill make you one as soon as your nutritionist will allow me too”

“okay fine. when will you be home?” max kept the phone close to his mic to make sure everyone would be able to hear you on the other end of the phone.

“not long, i took the ferrari so it won’t take me long to get home. i don’t have my keys so be ready to pick up your phone and open the door! okay, i love you bye” you ended the phone call quickly before he could say anything about you taking his car.

“i swear she prefers my cars over her own” he laughed as he read through the chat again.

🏎️

when you moved in with max you demanded that a sofa be put into his gaming/office room. he got you the cosiest sofa he could just to make sure you were comfy. max spent a lot of time in the room and you missed him when he was in there.

before you lived together, you tried to sit on the floor when you were round but you just weren’t comfortable enough so that’s when you demanded a sofa. if max was streaming or just had some admin stuff to do, you would just sit on the sofa and enjoy each-others company.

max was streaming, as per usual, while you sat all snuggled up on the sofa across the room. you had one the comfiest jumper of his that you could find, his joggers, a blanket covering your whole body and tucked under your chin and you glasses that sat on your nose.

max had specifically bought a pair of joggers that were too small for him. one day he came home to see you wearing a pair of his that were far to big for you and when he questioned you, you said that you just enjoy wearing his clothes. so the next day he went and bought a pair that were to small and placed them in his waldrobe. from then on they were yours.

you were also a secret iPad kid at heart. your iPad was literally your prized possession and you took it everywhere with you. now was no different as you sat there with your ipad resting on your legs as you watched tik tok.

“look” you turned the ipad around so that it was facing max, he leant on the arm rest of the chair to get a better view of what you were showing him. it was a cat.

“we should get sassy and jimmy one” he laughed as you nodded. he sat back into his chair and caught what the chat were saying. many people asking where you were.

he grabbed the camera from its holder and turned it to face you, showing you under the blanket. he got up out his chair and moved to sit next to you on the sofa.

“you are actually such an old man” you laughed as he struggled to hold the camera so that it would get a view of both of you. “give it to me” you took the camera from his hand and wrapped your other arm around his neck to bring him closer to you.

“hey guys, it’s your favourite person in the world here” the camera now had a perfect view of both of you as you put a quick peace sign up to the camera. you quickly nudged max and his fingers quickly went to the same position as yours. “i want to show you all my outfit, hold this baby” you handed the camera to max and threw the blanket onto him as you stood from your seat.

“max, show them my whole body my love” you laughed as he was only showing the camera your legs. “i’m trying Schat” you leant forward a bit and moved maxs hand so it faced where it should be.

“okay so my glasses are from specsavers, they are the only people i trust with my glasses. even if i need a new pair i would rather fly home than get a pair from anywhere else. because if they messed my glasses up i would just hear my mum in my ear saying ‘should have gone to specsavers’. my jumper is maxs- where is this jumper from?” you questioned him.

“umm its a zara one i think”

“okay so the jumper is from zara and these joggers are from nike. can i even say that? do they even sponsor you?” max’s laugh could be heard from behind the camera before he replies. “yeah it’s okay. i think” his face fell into a sheepish grin behind the camera.

“my socks are from god knows where. and the blanket is from also god knows where.” you gave the camera a big smile as you fell back into your previous position.

“you are the new version of maxplaining”

“shut up”

🏎️

“can we play fifa?” you were sat on the floor, cross legged, next to max while he sat in his gaming chair. “you only want to play fifa because you always beat me” he huffed.

“exactly” you grinned at him.

[mingoooossii]

Little things you do that makes ATEEZ feel soft.

Ateez!maknae line x reader

Warnings: fluff and just the boys being whipped <33

A/n: i kinda let this marinate in my head but I think it's been too long. Also the song, not inspired but I was listening to it while making this.

Hyung line. Ateez masterlist. Masterlists.

San.

Tugging his sleeve.

• ok so, ik this is a bit confusing but hear me out.

• this is a thing you do often, grabbing his sleeve for a sense of comfort, to get him to come with you to somewhere

• or simply just...to get his attention.

• for you it's a habit that brings you a sense of familiarity and security that is so comforting.

• you don't even notice it when you do it, it just feels so natural.

• but for him? He never felt so soft before.

• he knew this was a sort of comfort to you and was glad that he could provide it to you.

• and god, you were so adorable.

• that cute expression you wear when you seek for him and that small smile that find its way to your lips when you find him?

• *internal screeching*

• dies a little inside everytime you do it and the next thing you know, he's pulling you into a bear hug.

"Damn it! Why are you so cute?!"

"???"

• good luck trying to escape him now.

Mingi.

Covering him when he's about to bump into something.

• as we all know this man can get quite clumsy.

• so it is not uncommon that he bumps into stuff, especially the kitchen counter corners, and gets bruises.

• he doesn't even notice it most of the time.

• you, however, do notice it and gets worried.

• you tried to tell him before but to no avail, he never even noticed.

• so you made it your mission instead. Covering the sharp corners with your hand whenever he was about to bump into it.

• you did it so often that it was almost instinctive now.

• he, however, took a while to notice this

• and when he did, he was so touched 😭

• he felt like those female leads from those kdramas

• he felt so so special like-

• and now, he sometimes does it intentionally to see if you'd react the same way.

• and gets giddy when you do. (Imagine him giggling with his crescent eye smile 😭 I'm gonna cry-)

"I have something to confess. I'm in love with you."

"... Mingi, we're literally dating."

"I know and I love you."

Wooyoung.

Listening to him.

• this isn't new information but he loved to talk.

• it just comes naturally to him, wanting to share anything that makes him happy.

• now, he knew that not everyone might like this habit of his but it didn't really matter to him.

• not when you looked at him like he put the stars in the sky.

• And you weren't the most extroverted person.

• it just... wasn't your thing so you appreciated him doing all the expressing for you.

• now, he knew you genuinely liked to listen to him (even if it's something random, you'd still listen to it like it's the most interesting thing)

• but he was curious. Why exactly did you like it so much?

• he asked you this one day and you responded,

• "You look happy when you talk, so i wanted to listen because it makes me happy too."

• ...he swore, he just fell deeper in love with you.

"I'm gonna marry you."

"...?!"

Jongho.

Giving him little gifts.

• more specifically, hand-made gifts

• you were big on crafting

• knitting, origami, bead making whatever it is, you loved doing it

• and you also love giving it to him. Whenever you two hang out, you always had something to give him

• and he loved it.

• Even though he pretends to complain abt it at times

• you had often found him staring at your little creations with a soft smile

• though he had always denied it whenever you tried to confront him

• you know that he truly appreciates it

• to him, these were little tokens of your love and that is enough to melt him

• he always has one of your little gifts on him like a charm (because it makes him feel like he's with you even when you two were apart)

• he's also kind of protective over it

• never lets any of the members touch any of the charms (que the members teasing him for it) but he doesn't really care

• he loves you so that's all that matters

"... It's been...a while."

"Admit you love it, then I'll make you another one."

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

[mtcloudsworld]

"𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 you ever been fucked in a graveyard before? An eerie thought to think about, I know, but... standing here beside you, knelt before the stoney monument felt so surreal. Grazing your black painted fingernails ever so lightly over the words "Jason Todd, a Good Soldier" engraved in the stone, sends chills down my spine. Moving to stand up straighter, your eyes never falter as you lay black roses down on my grave. Coming to the premonition that the old Jason was no longer here, that he was dead and gone, resting himself somewhere 6 feet under. Generally, a death so unfathomable and yet so unexpected didn't make sense to the outside world. But you, however, made effort in understanding, you made effort in stepping back and taking it all in as if you were being debrief of the stage of events that had happened to me. You would then look to me with a bittersweet smile, reaching to the tops of your tippy toes to plant a smothering kiss to my lips, leaving behind a blood red tint. Holding you possessively close against me, our noses brush as our lips detach. My tongue left with a tingling feeling, I take a sharp inhale of mint hitting me in the back of my throat. Your eyes would sparkle with adoration as you'd remind me that I'm okay feeling the emotions that stirred me crazy, that me being this way is valid. That, even though things are different with me, I'm still here, I'm always going to be your Jason. I'm always going to be the Jason you love, the Jason that lives rent free in your mind, the Jason that has you in a chokehold, the Jason that constantly pisses you off and annoys you, the Jason that will always spoil you to no end. The Jason you'd accept before and after his heart shattering death. You accepted, once again, that I am here and wasn't going anywhere. So, as I fuck you into oblivion--with little regard if others hear--with quick heavy strokes against this tall white stoney pedestal, whispering dangerously low in your ear how every sense of you sent me over the edge. Your dark mascara ran down your face while you whimper-moaned my name. Indulging in the soft squelching of your pussy lips wrapping deliciously around my leaking dick, shoving our shared juices and cum deep into your tight gummy hole-- the midnight fog and illuminated shadows surrounding us 'n all-- I am reminded that I'm alive and well with a still frazzled mind. I am reminded that all that matters is the here and now."

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | weird thought ik, but i needed to store this unnecessary necessary thought somewhere, and here seemed like the perfect place for it, so...

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

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[wheeboo]

laundry day | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which it's laundry day and you're in a bit of an embarrassing predicament. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader (however, sorta implied that reader is more leaning toward fem) GENRE. fluff, humour?, best friends/roommates to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, vernon is checking reader out lowkey, reader embarrassingly wears hello kitty underwear i don't make the rules, ik vernon is mainly chill but in this they bicker <3, this was very stupid n silly lmfao WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from @weird-bookworm: lemme be annoying already— noni + #16 and #59 from list 1!! - #16: "You hugged me like your personal pillow." - #59: "Laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, I’ll make an exception."

notes: i'm never good with writing humour but i thought of this stupid scenario and idk how i feel BYEE (cuz ur girl lowkey struggled on figuring out how to put #59 in the story lmao) tysm for submitting this in sky <3 and ty @bananabubble for reading it over for me!

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You are so stupid.

So fucking stupid.

How could you let yourself get carried away in loading all your laundry that you forgot to save a pair of pants to wear in the meantime?

You replay everything in your head: your overflowing, neglected laundry basket, the utter satisfaction you felt after loading it... right up until the moment you realised every single pair of pants you own was now basically swimming around in a goddamn whirlpool, and now you're left sporting nothing but your underwear and a shirt that didn't offer much coverage than expected.

You let out an annoyed groan, burying your face into your hands and mentally slapping yourself in the face. The chill of your room sends a trail of goosebumps running up the exposed skin of your legs. There really was nothing you could do but wait for your laundry to finish.

Then your head shoots back up, and maybe your bedroom lights up a bit brighter at your metaphorical lightbulb moment, because you think of Vernon. He's the only other option you have.

Tip-toeing up to your closed door, a bit of hesitancy gnaws at you for being so dumb, before you yell out, "Vernon!"

He's probably in the living room right now𑁋you can overhear the faint music of the record player the two of you snagged at this vintage thrift store the other week. A very good and lucky find, nonetheless.

Taking another (and maybe regrettable) deep breath, you call out again, a little louder this time. "Vernon! Can you hear me?"

The music seems to dip down slightly, and after a moment, the record stops spinning, replaced by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. You brace yourself for the door to swing open to reveal the embarrassing state you're in right now, but it doesn't.

Instead, you hear Vernon's voice respond to you through the door, "Yeah?"

"Uh..." You bite your lip because you can't believe you're about to ask this. "Do you have, um... a pair of pants or shorts I can borrow? I'll give it back to you tomorrow."

For a moment you think he didn't hear you because it's completely silent on the other side of the door, and it does absolutely nothing at calming down your racing heart. You see, you probably should be fine with walking around in your underwear with Vernon because he's your best friend and roommate and he definitely would not judge at all, but it's simply not that simple𑁋

"Did you, like, spill Monster on yourself again?" Vernon asks casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world that you would do (it's happened one too many times).

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean𑁋look, just fetch me a pair and I'll bring it back to you later?"

"Uh, yeah, about that..." He pauses. "I'm wearing my only pair right now since you loaded yours first."

You really should've considered that being best friends with Vernon meant collectively sharing the brain cell of procrastinating when it comes to doing your laundry. Great, just absolutely fantastic. This was very much how you wanted your day to go. Perhaps this is why you're best friends, after all.

"Well, shit," You murmur, more to yourself but Vernon hears it anyway.

"Look, I'm sure it's not that bad, right?" Does he seriously still think you spilled Monster on yourself? "You could probably just𑁋"

You can hardly act by the time the doorknob twists and Vernon peeks his head around the door. But the second he catches sight of you, his eyes flicker over you, before he quickly averts his gaze to the Radiohead poster on your wall. Was it the lighting in your room that's making his face look pink?

You stand there awkwardly, suddenly feeling so exposed in front of him as if some sort of gigantic spotlight was shining down on you. It's not like you haven't been half-naked around each other before, but this feels different... somehow. You don't know why, or maybe you don't want to know.

A cough erupts from Vernon, breaking the sudden silence.

"Oh, wow, um..." He toys with the black hoodie around his head. "I didn't look. I swear."

His eyes dart everywhere except back to you, lingering on the Radiohead poster, the slightly askew picture frame on your desk, just anywhere but you. You don’t know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed.

"Ugh, I'm so stupid." You run a frustrated hand through your hair. "And I have this meeting for work in an hour and I know the laundry won't be done by then. I'm actually screwed."

Vernon thinks for a minute. "You can't like... virtually attend the meeting?

"No."

"Or it can't be postponed?"

"Nope."

"What if I file you as a missing person to the police?"

"You're seriously no help, dude," You say, giving him a light shove to the shoulder, but it's hard to suppress the curve to your lips and the small chuckle that leaves your mouth when you see him fall back dramatically.

Vernon snorts lightly. "Well, it's probably better than showing up to work in your Hello Kitty underwear𑁋"

"You said you didn't look, you idiot!" You exclaim furiously, and Vernon literally does not see the way a pillow practically spawns in your grasp and flinging toward him before he can even react. The pillow hits him square in the chest, causing him to stumble backward with a surprised yelp. "Oh my god, just report me missing at this point."

Vernon just laughs as he catches his breath to stand back up, grabbing the pillow up the floor and lifting it up like a shield as if to defend himself from you. Your face is burning brighter than the lava lamp glowing on your bedside table.

"This is so embarrassing," You mutter sheepishly, wanting to unleash another defeated groan again. "I can't believe I'm this stupid to forget to..."

"You're cute."

"...and then I'm probably going to get fired𑁋what?"

Vernon tosses the pillow back onto your bed and clears his throat.

"I said you're really dumb."

That is not what he said.

For a second, the disastrous situation seems to lighten up just a little bit, and your heart is doing some intense, unrhythmic tap dance against your ribs. You heard exactly what he said𑁋that he called you cute in this ungodly predicament𑁋and now he's trying to brush it off?

Vernon cracks a teasing, boyish smile. "And stupid, yeah. You're not wrong about that."

You open your mouth to retort, but the words get caught in your throat, almost like a choked sound coming out instead. So you point an interrogative finger and step closer to him (and yes, still in your underwear), eyebrows furrowing together.

"You called me cute," You state, all firm and serious now.

Vernon's playful look falters slightly, expression shifting to something a bit more guarded now. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, that nervous habit you've always found sort of endearing throughout time. Perhaps there's a bit more meaning to it now.

The few moments of silence that follow is absolutely suffocating. You can't even tell if time is passing by quicker or slower as the two of you stand there, shifting this uncomfortable weight between both of your feet.

"Yeah," Vernon says simply, quietly. "I did."

You nearly want to laugh for some reason, but you can feel the nerves tickle up your spine. "I'm standing here in fucking Hello Kitty underwear and you think I'm cute?"

You can visibly see the way the lump in his throat tightens as he swallows, his eyes flickering uncertainly between you and the floor.

"Look you just... You caught me off-guard. Like... laundry day doesn't mean walking around in your underwear and all that," Vernon explains, in a tone like he's trying to reason with you. "but for you, I'll make an exception because𑁋"

"𑁋because I'm cute?"

"Because you're so stupidly cute from freaking out when I could just go to the store right now and buy you a pair of pants to wear." Then he sucks in a breath. "And yeah, the Hello Kitty underwear is cute, I guess."

You feign a shocked, traitorous look to your face. "You guess?! It's Hello Kitty, man."

"Dude, do you want me to snatch you some pants to wear or not? Because I'm deadass about the missing persons report," Vernon asks, half-annoyed yet somewhat half-amused. The twitch to his lips doesn't go unnoticed. And the voice of him calling you cute just minutes earlier also doesn't go unheard of too.

You wear a cringy, exaggerated pout to your lips. "Please."

Vernon's face contorts in slight disgust at that. "Please don't do that eve𑁋I'm leaving." And before you can say anything, he's turning around and leaving your room.

You hear the clinking of keys, assuming that Vernon is getting ready to leave to presumably retrieve you a pair of pants to wear for the day. You step up to your doorway to peek into the living room.

"Hey, I owe you!" You holler out to him. "Let me know how much it costs and I'll pay you back."

"No need," Vernon calls back over his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll feel bad," You insist, leaning against the doorframe. "I'll do anything, I swear."

Now that seems to intrigue him, and you watch the way Vernon slowly turns back to you, and maybe you're starting to regret ever saying that to him.

"Okay," he says lightly. "We're watching a movie tonight."

"A movie? What are we..." Then your eyes widen in realisation. "We are not watching Shrek again. I'll end up falling asleep on you because we've rewatched too much."

Vernon just shrugs. "Yeah, like last time. You hugged me like your personal pillow, remember?"

"I..." You stop yourself from responding immediately, feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks at the memory. "Fine, whatever. If I fall asleep again, you can just wake me up this time."

A low, thoughtful hum runs out of Vernon's mouth. "I mean, I really don't mind if you fall asleep, you know. If you're tired and stuff."

You blink up at him dazedly. "Really?"

"Yeah," he answers, and the corners of his lips lift up ever so slightly. "You're cute when you fall asleep on me, anyway."

another note: guys idk what i just wrote lol its like 90% dialogue n rushed HAHSADSA

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Ik ik asks are closed but hear me out

Monster!könig and deaf!reader

Poor wifey can’t hear him correctly so he gets her a hearing aid and she uses asl with könig and he’s just trying to get used to deaf wifey…just because she’s deaf doesn’t mean she isn’t breed able 😏

-🎀🤍

(me when I can finally put ungodly hours of online research to good use) Konig who understands having problems with verbal communication - as a tentacle hybrid, he hears a bit differently from humans, and it often messes up with talking in normal settings. He is as great as a hunter while fighting - having the senses of a predator never left him without a win of any kind - but, of course, it's different when he has to work around being overstimulated, stressed and completely out of his depths - luckily, your presence is always a calming one. Luckily, it's enough for him to just feel your body and smell your skin next to his - no words needed. He was very tense about learning ASL, however - he would get you a hearing aid, the best this antiutopia can get, and he will be careful to never allow his recruit to bother his sweet little mate, but, ultimately, sign language is still a very human thing - something that he strives to destroy. You're his precious and pretty girl, but he won't hesitate to remind you of your place. You're his mate, his perfect breeding wife - but he is a monster, hybrid on top of the food chain. He might be softy and considerate with you, sometimes using written text to talk to you, and sometimes taking off his hood so you could read his lips, but he still refuses to act soft. Would murmur things that you can't hear into your ears - something about how much he likes you, how he adores his wife. You're not allowed to hear his softness. Sex is a bit awkward - he tends to get very rough with you, especially at first, and he gets even more strict when he forgets you can't hear his commands. He likes doggy style, but he would be forced to have you facing him the whole time in the limited positions - or else you won't be able to get what he wants. At least he allows you to ride him more often - if you have control over the process, you will get less reluctant about the pace and the whole ordeal. Calm mate = happy mate, as much as Konis is trying to force you to believe that he doesn't care for you.

[vqrtualheartss]

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Ik y'all missed me 🫶🏾

Also hi, idk why my next post finna be but I love y'all . Wait no, I have a nurse fic.

ALSO. I WROTE THIS DIFFERENTLY, YOU ARE THE NURSE IT'S THIRD PERSON. The inserts of 'you' is very intentional.

As usual, whenever the orange and pinks painted the skies of Earth 42, the labouring doctor— Y/n Campbell would be coddled into the safety of her weighted blankets. Too tired from another all-consuming hospital shift, too tired to face the slasher movies Brooklyn reenacted bi-weekly.

“These stupid curfews are genuinely futile” Is what she'd often think in frustration. Fortunately for her, she'd never have to test the effectiveness of the mandate. The city had always been a battlefield—and she'd managed to stay out its worst. Miles made sure of that. Most, if not all her materialistic needs would be catered to at her pretty welcome mat, often accompanied by some lovesick note. Satan sure had pretty handwriting. Yes, the devil, because Miles Gonzalo Morales likes to act as if he was born with the poisoned chalice of immortality; always on some suicide mission per his and Kingpin's best interests. She wasn't complaining about his absenteeism, their busy schedules seemed to have fit together oddly, nicely. But tonight, her luck had ran dry, her water supply finished, food and fruits depleting— and so, so much more that she just couldn't wait on Miles for. How long would she have to?

It had already been weeks, two whole weeks that he hadn't picked up a call or answered a text

Je ne suis pas supris.

She wasn't angry, how could she be? She'd basically swore herself beside him the moment she stayed. She knew the ups of 'it' and how to bare the downs.

Either way, it was just a simple task; Throw on some sweats. Purse. Supermarket. In. Get her stuff. Out. Home.

But you didn't believe me when I said the odds were just not in her favour today, did you?

Blood thumped through her ears, gushed relentlessly down her left side, and trickled it's was from her two toned lips to the end of her chin. Injuries overwhelmed her receptors, her teeth digging into the thickened material of the folded kerchief. It was too much to navigate what was bruised, ripped and broken. Too much to recall the order regarding the shots, explosion and searing pain ripping through her body. One second she hugged a loaded bag of groceries, briskly walking down Eldritch Street; the next, she was coughing up blood, hands slick with the crimson proof of her undoing.

Who cyah hear must feel. Nuh suh it guh? The world blurred in her vision; colours of surrounding situations mixing together. Alongside her, three others had been caught in the crossfire of glass, explosion impacts, and the bullets that hit them and her— two bullets, to be exact.

One lodged in her shoulder, the other above her rib. She wobbled sliding down the cold metal of a taxi cab. With her mind somewhat intact, she inferred that neither of the two metallic fragments came in contact with her vital organs. A sliver of hope shone through her clusterfuck of a end, however, quickly snuffed as fast as it came.

Without proper care she'd die on a dirty sidewalk. Without proper care, she'd— um. She would. You. You would— it. Care. Not proper. No. No Definitely, not proper.

Care was simply just, care. Not a thing about it was proper. It found her before she found it. It had watched Brooklyn burn from the rooftops, choking on the ashes; drowning in its own violence. Care was malicious, baleful. Care was fucked in the head, basking in the defeat of the 'good'. Because care was— is evil, care is sinful; because care was the devil. Yet, when care saw a slumped figure against a cab his stomach dropped. Care's feet moved faster than his mind could catch up. Care saw reds, pinks, blues and blacks.

He might've just ignored it. Would've. Until he saw her clothes, recognized the body he so loved. Until he realized—

His breath came out ragged, the sight of her halting him in his tracks. She was painted in reds too deep to be anything but fatal; her demise tainting the pink sweater she wore.

“Fuck” a pause. “Look at you.” then another.

His voice was cracked. She tried to breathe when he picked her off the jagged pavement. Tried to. Every induced breath felt taxing on her ribs, pricking at each bone before exhale. ⠀⠀⠀A long time ago she spat the cloth out, biting onto her bottom lip instead as resolve. Her blood stained lips parted into something semblant to a smile. “Miles”

She spoke as though she saw right past the mask. Through all this fucked up shit he did. She didn't see The Prowler. The gauntlets. The suit. Everything. None of it. Saw past all that shit. Always has.

She wrapped her right arm around her left side, flinging the other hand on his shoulder. Groaning. Her hand squeezed at the fractured bones, bracing herself at verbal sacrifice. ⠀⠀⠀⠀“Y'know, I thought dying would be peaceful… it just feels cold” He stood for barely a millisecond, scrutinizing her face when her words registered.

And God, did she have the audacity to look beautiful while doing all this—dying. Step. Then another, he pressed her, closer, to himself, shaking his head.

He opens his mouth. Nothing ever comes out.

His face scrunches up, caught between a scowl and a sob.

Swallowing hurt and fighting it— maybe if he's stubborn enough tears wouldn't fall. Wouldn't betray the strong front he put up. ⠀⠀⠀⠀“Nah, don't start that. You and me? We ain't going even going the same place when we die, so you not dying right now”. He hissed, not angry at her, angry at himself. He wanted to believe it, that you were gonna be okay.

And she didn't even give him much to work with. Her hand unclenched at his nape, falling flat on his shoulder; no longer brushing at brown skin. There wasn't a tilt to her head; everything buried into the jacket.

He swallows, hard, his voice steady, softer, like if he speaks gentle enough he could keep you here— “Just a little longer, please.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀“You gon' be alright, yeah? I got you. Always.”

He barely felt her warmth before it stilled at the leather on his suit.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Wake the fuck up. Get up. Jesus Christ, open your eyes.”

Each refusal fell from his mouth differently— one in horror, another in grief. The last in sheer, unhinged rage. Checking her pulse might've been the breaking point for him, so he didn't. His world blurred in blues and blacks. His world ceased in his hands, holding it tight—his chest tight too— with something close to desperation.

He called everyone. Everyone. Aaron. Kingpin's doctors. Any motherfukcer who could sew her back together.

And if they couldn't—

If not—

Brooklyn would burn.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

“even i’m not into that shit”

❤︎ synopsis — the sleep token members being fucking morons and fucking around

pairing: sleep token members x gn!reader (can be platonic or romantic)

theme: crack ✦

a/n: I’M BACK !!!! hopefully i don’t disappear for like a good fifty years after this. this is my third set of stupid ass headcanons. i pulled my shitty humor out of my ass for this one, enjoy !!! (the original ask got swallowed by my dumbass because i accidentally posted the unfinished fic 💀 this is dedicated to my bestie @dead-end-fanfiction)

cw: i think the title speaks for itself

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➵ vessel

i just know this man is the most unhygienic motherfucker to ever exist

more specifically with his teeth. he cannot brush his teeth to save his life

like ??? this all powerful, dark deity, has the most stinky ass breath that if anyone dares to even breath it in, they’d disintegrate on the spot

like what the fuck vessel, you’re better than this

i love vessel but he just does weird shit sometimes

he sleeps butt ass naked

and one time you accidentally walked in on him while he was literally stripping to get ready for bed

he stood there like an npc while you were freaking out

“…. what’s wrong—“ “what’s wrong is that YOU’RE BUTT ASS NAKED IN FRONT OF ME—“

vessel is easily fascinated by human things. i mean - he was once human, so he likes to keep in touch every now and then.

however, out of all of the human things he had to have an obsession with.

… it was rubber ducks

this isn’t even explainable— how do you explain this all-powerful sleep entity to be obsessed with rubber ducks

he literally has a whole room dedicated to his collection of anything rubber duck related. give him a gift that has something to do with ducks and he’s making out with you on the spot

that’s not a joke, he did that with you before

➵ ii

this motherfucker is on his last limb and he’s being held together by paper clips

ii’s not even the leader but he cannot catch a break to save his life

he’s the only one that knows how to cook

one time he left ivy and the vesselettes in the kitchen by themselves. came back to house fires and high pitched screaming that definitely was not from the ladies

ii makes bomb ass banana cream pie though

ik for a fact this man does NOT keep his room clean

you once walked into his room to ask him a favor and there were like - a million drumsticks everywhere on the floor while he sat in the center of it

how does one possess that many drumsticks???

“dude what the f— clean your room!” “it gives me inner peace, y/n. go away.”

ii’s scared of the jollibee mascot

he once went out with his buddies to get some of that fast food. that giant red and yellow fuckass bee then came out of nowhere and spooked the shit out of ii

he then socked the guy in the face so hard the dude wearing the costume had a bloody nose

ii quickly fled the scene to not get arrested

after that he’s had a fear of fast food mascots in general, it’s kinda funny.

don’t bring ii near the jack in the box mascot though, he’s got some trauma from what he’s seen on twitter

➵ iii

zesty ahh mf

plays his bass like he’s fingering someone’s asshole like 🤨 whatcha doin’ iii ??

the type of man to set like fifty million alarms but never wakes up to any of them

however he wakes up everyone else in the process

it gets annoying hearing the “by the seaside” ringtone every morning at 6am. so one day you came into his room and poured ice cold water on him to wake him up

iii didn’t wake up from that btw, you thought it was dead

“…. bro wtf wake up—“

thankfully he wasn’t

biggest kpop stan

he’s a boy group stan and his favorite group is ateez

constantly blasting guerilla too

also i feel like iii owns a tumblr blog too

he’d be out here posting some shih like “pov you’re locked in a room w him for twenty four hours and you have to tickle his balls wyd” 💀

he probably posts also moodboards or some shi and tags them like an actual tumblr blogger

#it took my ahh fifty hours to make this plz repost it

stalks his fans on twitter

gets scared by said fans on twitter

“wdym they wanna get me pregnant”

breaks his bass every four hours during practice and vessel chews his ahh out every time

but it’s funny because you’re always there to help him

➵ ivy

he likes to act like he’s tough shit but ivy is a huge nerd

literally the definition of “magical in bed” except the magic is him explaining the gaming system of magic the gathering

hot asf but has no bitches frfr

also the definition of loser trapped in a hottie’s body

i’d like to believe that ivy has a crunchy ipad kid cough

and i mean CRUNCHY. bro will start choking on his saliva and start coughing like a dying seal

it’s quite hilarious, but also concerning at the same time

the first time you heard him cough like that, you were like 😟

“AEUGH- HEUGH— BEUHSHAK-“ “ivy—“

that pretty sums up the entire interaction

this bitch looks like he ate glue as a kid

more specifically glitter glue. the pink kind.

idk that sounds like ivy

he gets literal death coffee in the morning too btw

no ice. no sugar. straight shots of espresso.

eight shots, btw.

the coffee looks blacker than the black hole.

iii tried some of his coffee one time and spat it all in your face. ivy watched with his hell coffee in hand as you beat the shit out of iii

yeah, safe to say ivy was banned from having that kind of coffee for a while

so yeah. that pretty much sums up the kind of person ivy is

[waechan]

nct dream's love languages (maknae line)

omg so u guys ate up my other one and im literally so happy u liked it sm! here's the rest of it for the maknae line:)

fluff again!

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jaemin na - acts of service

listen this boy is an acts of service man.

he will be buying you things left and right, and he will ALWAYS be right by your side to do everything for you

tying your shoes for you, holding your bags, buying you food like UGH he is the standard fr

coming over without telling you and surprising you with gifts and things that he saw that reminded him of you

he loves photography so i can only imagine him taking the cutest pictures for you, even when you dont realize it

like if he made a photo exhibition for the dreamies just imagine what he would do for you omg

i could also see him being a words of affirmation guyyy

just loving on you tbh and telling you you're beautiful and the best thing thats ever happened to him

and seeing you with his cats would make him so soft.

he's just the sweetest i can't imagine how good of a bf he'd be for you!!

text example: "hey princess, i just saw this thing that reminded me of you! when i come back from tour i'll give it to you its so CUTE imy"

2. chenle zhong - quality time

i feel like chenle only spends time with people who he wants to

but obviously he would always want to spend time w you.

i can imagine him planning dates and taking you to places you've never been before, ESPECIALLY recommending restaurants and feeding you by taking you there

he'd be the best friend type of bf, just always making jokes and being mean to you (but in the cute angsty loving bf way yk?)

he'd cook for you all the time, buy you things UGH

so ig this means he could be a gift guy too tbh

he'd watch you play with daegal and get so soft (like jaemin and his cats) but on the outside he'd just be like "she likes me more" lols

i feel like he'd just be so fun to hangout withhh

he'd also always be daring you and pushing you to do things "i bet you won't do this" like bruh he'd be so annoying

but you love that:)

text example: "dude ik you wanna come over i'll make you food and i think daegal wants to see you"

"me too"

3. jisung park - words of affirmation

this boy loves his deep conversations

he could talk to you for literal hours about anything he could possibly think of

but you would just let him talk and he loves that about you

he would say the most random things but you would answer and help him figure it out, and he would appreciate it so much

he's just such a soft baby like i can't he makes me die inside

he's so gentle so i can just imagine him giving you showered compliments, but they always come out quiet bc he's shy

even after however long you two have been together i can see him still blushing and getting butterflies when he compliments you or hears compliments from you

he doesn't have to be near you he can just hear your voice over the phone and feel comforted

this one is so soft but i just can't bc its JISUNG

text example: "yn have you ever thought about what would happen if we were born the slightest second later or before. like how much would that change our lives? would we still be together:("

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idk why but this came os easy to me especially jisungs its like the words were flowing out of my fingers lol

i hope you guys like this one too! thinking of writing some other stuff so give me recs pls or ill just think of something probably- ty for the supporttt u guys are the best

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Alright hear me out with both ears. Gang with a friend who's a girl that's always been the duff, she's seen as ugly by others and them. So basically gang with a ugly girl friend/platonic/

Summary: Outsiders with a friend who's considered a duff

Warnings: Beauty standards (blargh)

Author's Note: IK UR LYING CUZ ALL OUTSIDERS STANS ARE PRETTY FYM. also beauty is sooo subjective that it might as well be studied in a phsychology class, you guys all are pretty idgaf

PONYBOY would never consider you as ugly, but he understands that you might have trouble with your looks. He's always trying to be reassuring and kind, he'll make sure no ugly gossip comes around to you and tries to stop it if he can. He think's of you as a friend only because he's too young to really be thinking about serious dating, never take that personally. He likes to be the person who says 'beauty is on the inside', plus he genuinely believes it because he sees how the greasers are considered the 'duffs' of society.

JOHNNY generally does not give 2 shits about your looks. In his society he's also considered 'a duff' and he takes it with pride. He's glad he's able to have a title that makes him stand out like his ultimate icon, Dally. You've relied a lot on personality to get you places, which Johnny finds to be amazing, he thinks you're so pure and kind that he's genuinely kind of jealous of your attitude towards life. He thinks that you don't deserve any of the cards you've been played, that you're destined for more than Tulsa.

SODAPOP has always been centered around looks. He's gotten away with so much because he's attractive and he knows it. He knows that girls like and he knows what he needs to do and who he needs to hang out with in order to maintain that. However, he finds your likeness and perception of everything to be really immaculate. He'll often skip work just to sit by you and watch the people go by. Sodapop will never talk about looks around you, he doesn't know if it's a touchy subject or not but he wants to refrain from thinking shallowly.

STEVE has always been a little insecure, whether it be his teeth, his nose, or how big his biceps are. He's always seceretly in a competition with Soda, comparing himself to him all the time. He doesn't hang out with you because he "relates" to you, but because he thinks that's he's rather adept at seeing past the thin layer of skin. He's always been rather good at reading people, your entire being screamed "beautiful" whether or not some fake standard says it or not.

TWO BIT is also somewhat insecure, but it's because of his constant comparison to the soc life versus his. He knows his clothes aren't as stylish and his hair is damaged from the grease and he frowns when he's alone looking at the mirror, but he thrives on the niche compliments you two give each other, "you're personality is amazing,", "You're an amazing caretaker, im sure your sister is so happy," etc. To him those are the things that really count.

DARRY pretends like he knows where his life is going, he pretends he likes it too, but secretly he cannot wait for Pony and Soda to grow up and take care of themselves so he can relaxed, and maybe even live like a soc. He knows he's attractive, he gets compliments all the time, but he's used to them and they don't mean anything. He likes to spend time with you because he gets a glimpse into the life of someone who actually has their hands on the wheel, someone who knows what to do next. He comes to you a lot when he's stressed, he's never even thought about how you look, that doesn't matter to him.

DALLAS had always been about looks. He had his first girlfriend when he was 10, she was 13 and the prettiest girl on the block. You? The hours spent in front of the mirror wondering whether it was worth it or not could delegate where you fell in the social pyramid. Dallas saw that, but for some reason he also saw your whip like smart, your immaculate talent for everything, and your coolness in the face of anything that could oppose you. He learned that no matter what he tried to do, get you to wear make up, doing your hair differently, even truing new clothes, that you always looked and felt the best with your usual self, just happy.

[celestialh4ven]

A Misunderstanding…

masterlist | Part one | part two

summary:

You and Miguel have been married for two years now, unfortunately for you he’s been a bit negligent after a few months after marriage. To keep your mind off of things you start to hang out more with a male friend you met at a coffee shop, soon Miguel realizes that you leave the house more and more to hang out with your friend and he’s now determined to make you his again.

paring: Miguel O’hara x Fem!Reader

cw: jealous!Miguel O’hara, Miguel is absolutely MASSIVE, passionate sex, smut, sexless marriage until now, slight misunderstandings - FLUFF, (SMUT in part two)

wc: 544 (it’s short Ik 😣)

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 “Buenos días, cariño,” “Buenas noches, mi amor,” “Did you eat today?” and “I’m leaving for work now.” Those are the only words you ever hear from him. You and Miguel have been married for two years, and although you wouldn’t call your marriage “loveless,” you have to admit that things aren’t going well. It all started when he resumed work shortly after your honeymoon. He began working long shifts and wouldn’t come home until late at night. You decided not to press him about it since he would usually return stressed and with a short temper. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years of him coming home late and leaving early in the morning for work. You were hurt. There were days when you tried to talk to him about it when he returned, but he would already be fast asleep before you could even speak a sentence. Eventually, you decided to keep yourself occupied to forget about your uneventful marriage, you were on a mission to find yourself a new friend.

A few months ago, you met a guy at a café. He approached you while you were sitting and drinking your usual, asking if he could sit there. You agreed, not knowing that he would soon become someone you spent more and more time with. He once flirted with you, but you declined and told him you were married. He immediately apologized, saying he didn’t know, and you continued your conversations as usual. You and your friend had a lot in common, apart from you being in a relationship and him being single. Both of you were bored, lonely, and in need of a friend to talk to and do activities with. Before you knew it, you found yourself waking up early to go on morning walks with him, going to the park in the afternoons, and taking nighttime strolls around the neighborhood. You didn’t think much of it since you weren’t cheating, and it seemed like Miguel wasn’t paying enough attention to notice. However, you were mistaken, as Miguel eventually became aware of your absence. He noticed you weren’t in bed when he came home, and he woke up to an empty bed with a note on the nightstand, saying, “Your lunch is in the fridge! Have a good day at work.” It bothered him that you were rarely home, but he never took any action, until he found out who was occupying so much of your time.

One day, he was opening the curtains, trying to let light in, when he looked down and saw you hugging a man who had given you something. You two walked off together into the distance. He was furious at the sight, but before he could do anything, he received a call from his coworker, Lyla.

📱(Lyla) — Hey Miguel, something urgent just came up. You might want to come check it out.

📱(Miguel) — Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.

He went to work, came back home late as usual, but this time he was awake. With his brows furrowed and arms crossed, he was ready to confront you about what he had seen that morning. Soon enough, you entered through the front door, smiling and laughing, until you fell silent upon seeing Miguel, visibly angry about something.

“Miguel?”

[222freya]

Can we talk about why Gale is SO hated on by everyone? Hear me out, I'm not exactly saying him and katniss would of made a good couple, i don't think him and katniss would if been happy. But i see a lot of people completely picking apart every. Single. Thing. He does! How they treated eachover wasn't healthy but everyone completely dismisses how katniss was leading him on ALOT during the trilogy, we see her thought process on how she treats gale but we never see gales thought process. Unreliable narrater. "Gale gave me a sense of security I'd lacked since my father's death. His companionship replaced the long solitary hours in the woods." Is what katniss says and is a prime example on how beautiful their platonic relationship could have been.

Gale most definitely knew katniss didn't have feelings for him, we know this because he says "you only kiss me when im in pain" (which id cringey ik) but it just proves Gale understood the fact she was only doing this to try and help gale, the same way she dragged herself through the games to save peeta. Gale raised his family and the Everdeen's once his and katniss' fathers, he had alot if responsibilities on his shoulders since the beginning of the trilogy.

Nobody thinks straight during a war, in the same way katniss was deemed unfit for decision making during the end of mockingjay – no gale hadn't been in the arena but he had everything taken from him. He was whipped doing the only thing he knew how to do. His support and best friend was taken into the arena twice and was going through an emotional rollercoaster; he carried the burden of beliving he didnt force people into the woods during the firebombs.

"So many kids i could've carried" is what he said during the war, he knew how much value the children had, not as tributes but as real people!

This is why calling him the prim reaper was so inaccurate (although it is funny...) he saw prim as his own sister, he saw how much potential she had, especially when she started as a nurse in D13. Alot of people act like he calculated where primrose was and dropped a bomb on her out of spite, but thats not what happened! He created the bomb and left coin to do whatever with them, if your going by this theory beetees a bad person because he used to work for the capitol!

To say gale wanted to war to end was a understatement, he hated the capitol and everything it stood for. Even more so when the war struck, district 12 was somewhat of a community especially the poorer area when all they had was each over.

However a major point people make when calling gale a bad person is him saying "I don't care! I would never say what he just said. Not if they torture me, not with a gun to my head." Which although how he presented the message was wrong, really wrong. It just showed how deep his morals ran, he didn't know peeta was hijacked, nobody did!

Another major point people make is his jealousy, especially towards katniss and finnick. Gale never really understood finnick, and when they were close enough to even talk they were on a mission. So to him all finnick was, was a victor, a victor that applauded the capitol and everything it stood for (kinda similar to effie) and again, nobody thinks straight during a war!!!

If you have any similar (or opposing arguments) just leave a comment or dm me!

[ahhhwomen]

Not A Toy?

Trigger Happy AU

Part 3

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ik ik, everything has been written in very excruciating detail so far, this one being no exception, but I promise I'm going to up the speed and intensity very soon. Also, I am sorry if this one is a bit rushed, I just wanted to get it out there. Def not my favorite chapter...

Disclaimer: English is not my first language; all mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 3: Mommy kink, stalker Wanda, kidnapping (?), slightly stupid reader

Summary: Maybe you are more to Wanda than just a Toy.

Word Count: 1157

Your apartment had never been the best. When you moved in, months prior, that much became apparent. It was filthy, small, and there were large gaps between some of the floorboards. However, money was tight after you were cut off from your family, and the neighborhood wasn’t the worst. So, you took what you could.

You had lived there for all of 2 weeks before you got a roommate. In those 2 weeks, you tried to make it more pleasant and feel more like home. You got a carpet to hide the large gaps, you moved the furniture to make it feel like more space, and you deep cleaned.

As you came to learn, Jessica didn’t care much for that sort of stuff. Between college, working a part-time job, having a boyfriend, and loving parties, Jessica was barely even there. She had never bothered to do much around the apartment, she never cleaned, and never took any interest in changing things around.

It's therefore safe to say you are a bit confused as you take in the scene in front of you.

Why is your coach upside down?

You have no clue how you didn’t see it until now. It wasn’t like you, you had always praised yourself on your observation skills.

That damn policewoman was doing a number on you.

You are just about to pull your phone out when you hear a creak, another issue with the floorboards. The sound came from Jessica's room.

Your apartment has felt off ever since you came home, but now it feels like you are somewhere else entirely. Suddenly everything was colder, and your skin prickles with chills.

Your feet slowly inch closer to Jessica's door, trying to stay silent, and your hands push gently on the handle. Sweat runs down your back and you hold your breath, the tension is heavy in the air. With the handle down, you being to put a slight weight into the door. The door creaks open to reveal….

Nothing.

Your eyes scan the room, everything the same as when you left this morning. You let out a shaky breath, relieved, you close the door again.  

You remind yourself to send a quick text to your roommate about the furniture rearrangement before you walk back to the bathroom.

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Wanda bites back a groan as the door presses lightly against her. She can hear your hands shaking against the handle.

She had meant to get out before you came home, but you turn out to be a fast walker.

After her work was done for the day Wanda had spent a substantial amount of time tracking this roommate of yours. She was a busy girl. She worked at a local diner most of the week but had Mondays and Wednesdays off. She hung out with her boyfriend, that lived 2 blocks away, almost every day. She took a liking to people, always having to be around someone. She seemed to be your complete opposite.

By what intel Wanda gathered, you were a quiet girl, who liked to keep to yourself. You were sweet and always willing to help, but large groups of people made you uncomfortable.

You were perfect. Well-mannered, sweet, lonely. A good girl.

Hers.

Wanda is good at hiding her less savory side. Obsessive behavior never looked good on paper. She had only ever allowed herself to indulge in smaller doses. However, Wanda couldn’t just fuck this urge out with a random pretty girl she picked up like she was used to.

No.

Wanda needed you.

She needs to have you, nurse you, fuck you. She needs to hold you, have you wrapped around her like the little kitten you are. Hers, and only hers.

She just needed to push you a little.

So, she did what anyone would do, and began staging her crime scene.

Your apartment wasn’t exactly big, so how would a big fight play out in such a small space? Wanda was testing your living room when she heard your keys jingle in the hallway.

“I’m home!”

Wanda smiled a little.

You must have been so sleepy. There was a little crack in the door Wanda could look at you through, and you walked right passed the flipped coach and started getting your dinner ready. Wanda had to hold back a disapproving sigh as you picked up a microwavable dinner.

You were a growing girl who requires proper sustenance. Not, whatever was in those plastic tubs.

As the timer on the microwave counted down, you looked lost in thought. Wanda wondered what you were thinking about as your teeth sank into your lip, your scrunched-up nose indicating you were worried. Wanda's hands griped the door, if something was bothering her girl, it bothered Wanda.

Luckily you snapped out of it rather fast and got to eating.

You occur to be quite the messy eater. It was adorable the way you would huff in annoyance as the table became smothered in your mess.

Wanda made a mental note to always feed you on a mat. She didn’t want her floors to be stained like your table was.

You stood up.

Wanda couldn’t get a proper view of the bathroom from where she stood. She had intended on moving just a little bit to the left when her foot hit a loose tile.

Shit!

Wanda could hear you try to sneak over to the door, and she saw the handle slowly move downwards. If she made even the tiniest of noises Wanda knew the gig would be over. She pressed herself into the wall and held her breath.

You paused for a second when the door was almost all the way open. Wanda could hear you sigh. Then close the door again.

You make your way back to the bathroom.

Wanda stands there baffled for a second before sneaking out when she picks up the water running.

Who doesn’t open the door all the way when they think an intruder is in the house?

You just have to be happy it was only Wanda.

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“SOMEONE PLEASE!” The filth sobs as her voice echoes back to her.

Wanda smirks.

Don’t worry, it will all be over very soon.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello I hope your having a good week! <3

Can I get a Drabble or hcs of Kuai Liang with a fem s/o whos on their period? Ik ik it’s a classic prompt but just hear me out, so like his s/o usually isn’t like touchy or emotional and the second she’s on her period she’s all of a sudden clingy, cramping, and emotion. Like she does not care if he’s talking to someone or not the second she wants his affection and attention she’s determined to get it.

Due to how warm Kuei Liang is, he’s naturally perfect for this sort of thing. Never again will you ever need a hot compress when you’ve got Kuai Liang to sooth your aches and your pains.

Now normally you weren’t someone who’d actively seek Kuai Liang out for comfort, firmly believing that you could do it all by yourself and without ever feeling the need to burden him with your inner most thoughts and emotions, despite him offering you a safe to open up about these sorts of things multiple times. But seeing as he’s already got a lot of ground work to do with starting up the Shirai Ryu with Tomas.

You always decided against taking Kuai Liang up on his offer, much to his dismay but he wasn’t one to push you into something you weren’t ready nor willing. However that doesn’t mean he thinks you should withdraw from him entirely when it comes to these sorts of things, you’re in this together and for the long haul, so the least he’d hoped you could do was allow him to be your support as you were his.

Nowadays Kuai Liang waits for you to come to him whenever you’re in need of help inside of being invasive of you and your privacy out of the respect he has for you.

He wants to help, so let him help. Plz.

Cramps were a bitch, there was no two ways about it. They rendered you to placating to the bed indefinitely and if you made even the slightest bit of movement, somehow the period cramps then decided on a whim to became excruciatingly painful then before, if that was even a thing within the realms of possibility. So to say that you were currently experiencing the worst kind of pain imaginable, in the form of severe period cramps no less, would be an understatement for the ages.

‘Kuai Liang.’ You called out wearily, not daring to move an inch out of your fetal position, the only thing that was seemingly keeping the cramps somewhat at bay. Somewhat being the magic word here.

‘Kuai Liang?’ You called out a tad louder this time to no response yet again. You swore you had only shifted the tiniest inch from your position, peaking over the end of the bed in hopes that he was in the bathroom doin something, and now you were being struck down by a bombardment of cramps. You grit your teeth to prevent from crying out as you tucked your knees further into your chest but to no avail, the cramps were only coming down harder and leaving you out of options, other then to leave the confides of your safe haven and actively search for Kuai Liang.

It was a dangerous task to risk but what other choice did you have!

Your hot compress has went long since gone cold and was now of no use to you, you wanted to calm your cramps not fucking freeze them!

You were still waiting for medication you usually took to kick in but that was starting to feel like a long and gruelling eternity. (You took it not even a minute ago.)

And you had near enough eaten all of your comfort snacks that you had kept a very neat stash of nearby for these very turbulent times, the rest of the snacks however were too far away for you to reach without suffering another painful wave of cramps.

Frustrated, angry and emotional you slowly but surly waddled out of bed, tucked beneath a cosy blanket and your feet shoved into some warm fluffy slippers, you then set out of your bedroom to began your traitorous journey in finding Kuai Liang, all the while fighting through wave and waved of cramps that forced you to stop and take a break every so often, seeing as they made you felt as though the wind was being knocked out of you constantly.

However with each and every break you took, the slower your walk had become and with that came the tears of frustration. They were mostly towards being cursed to bear unspeakable pain throughout a good majority of the week but they were also towards the Shirai Ryu for not being the easiest to navigate whilst at the same time being too fucking big for you to find and locate Kuai Liang.

He could be anywhere for all you know and yet here you were, perpetually stuck at a snails pace, whilst trying to fight off the urge to just scream in hope for someone -hopefully Tomas- to come running and spare you from moving an inch more then you’d like.

You then began to sob upon thinking about how stupid you must’ve looked to everybody else. Walking throughout the halls in your hoodie and pyjama bottoms, cloaked in your favourite fluffy blanket and a pair of fluffy lilac slippers, who even does that?!

‘Y/n?’ You lifted your head out of your hands, teary eyes locking onto a bleary looking -but concerned- Kuai Liang and Tomas. ‘Where have you been!’ You cried as you quickly got back up to your feet and ran into Kuai Liang, grabbing one of his large hands and pressing it onto your lower abdomen, sighing in relief as you leaned yourself into his warmth, closing your eyes as you felt the cramps cease their unrelenting stabbing.

However his warmth didn’t save him from you chewing him up. ‘I’ve been looking all over for you that I even left the bed to go search for you! The bed! I endured a pain unlike ever before!’ You ranted and raved about your hardships for a good minute or two before descending into a waterfall of tears the next minute. ‘Do I look stupid? I do don’t I?’

‘You don’t look stupid at all.’ Tomas said with a smile. ‘I really like your slippers, so much so that I’m jealous.’ He adds gesturing to your footwear.

‘You really think so?’ You asked, wiping away your tears either the sleeves of your hoodie.

‘Yeah! I need to get myself a pair because of how comfy them look.’ Tomas insisted.

‘They are really comfy.’ You replied, squishing your cheek flat against Kuai Liang’s chest, hearing him chuckle, which made you pout and smack his arm lightly. ‘Don’t make fun of my slippers. You’re just jealous.’

‘Indeed I am my beloved.’ Kuai Liang said softly as he used his thumb to rub the skin of your lower abdomen, smiling upon hearing your groans of approval before looking towards Tomas. ‘I must apologise for cutting our talk so short Tomas.’

‘Don’t apologise Kuai Liang.’ Tomas said, patting his brother on the shoulder before looking over at you as you fought the urge to sleep against Kuai Liang then and there. ‘We shall pick up where we left off soon.’ Tomas then bided you and Kuai Liang a goodbye before leaving back the way he came.

‘What am I going to do with you, little flame?’ Kuai Liang asked himself as he watched you practically try to bury yourself deeper into him. ‘Keep the cramps away preferably.’ You said, voice muffled and sluggish against his chest, exhausted from today’s events. Kuai Liang chuckled softly, ‘okay.’ He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. ‘I’ll keep the cramps away.’ He said as he guided you back to your shared room, all the while keeping one hand glued to your lower abdomen.

[junabyclairo]

I would love to hear more of your thoughts on season 3.

i loooooooved season three. it was so wonderfully written and executed imo. many a spoiler under the cut

episode one where we actually got some back story????? amazing i loved it. the ayo directed episode????? BEAUTIFUL. my absolute fav. ik there's a lot of criticism about having not a lot of back story for other characters (like sweeps, manny, ebra, and angel) and i understand where people are coming from but also we didn't know a lot about others from the past couple seasons so i mean it's similar ish. and also i feel like having the faks get a lot of screen time was a little too much for me - the faks annoy me so it might just be me but idk. some of it felt like it contributed to the story but most of it didn't yk. also claire, i never liked claire but this season kinda felt like it was over doing it, constantly talking about her was very annoying and i don't remember any scenes with them (claire and carm) together after what happened in the fridge so that five minute scene with them making out felt very unnecessary and i debated skipping it. also there were a lot of flashbacks which wasn't always a bad thing there were just a lot of them. and i really liked the episode with sugar and donna, it felt really raw and i think it was beautifully written and truly showed generational trauma in an accurate way. AND TINA'S EPISODEEE. my baby i love her so much. her episode was truly amazing i think it's my favorite. and i loved seeing richie interact with eva again, i think they're just so sweet <333. and i also liked seeing sydney and luca interacting they were so cute. AND CARM GOING TO MIKEY FUNERAL BUT NKT GOING INTO THE CHURCH. i screamed. and carm and d*vid (nyc chef) interacting... and all of the parallels of them interacting and carm and syd was insane. it showed how much trauma and anxiety affects someone so much and how they treat other people as a result so well. i think this season was so beautifully executed i loved it sm it holds a special place in my heart. however, i was lowkey delirious when i first watched it (as it came out) so i don't remember much but ill watch it again soon (probably tuesday?) and ill write down my thoughts.

this season was so good and i do wish that there was more focus on other people but that was kinda the case for season two yk. anyways five stars i loved it.

also john cena as a fak was wild wtf.

here's some twitter (x) links that show my emotions perfectly:

ayo director debut

richie/carm fighting

claire/carm fridge thoughts

tomorrow, napkins, and ice chips

ayo and liza need all the awards for napkins

pete fan club

anyways lmk if you have requests for carm after season three lmao