#I wanted to keep it simple to try and match the more simple vibes of the movie eheh

[jellisnakes]

Goofy miku goofy miku—

Sorry LMAOOO I know she's basically just y2k miku AHAHAI HOPE U LIKE IT!!!!!! Just something silly I drew to unwind 🩵

[alexiajjk]

jungkook fic recs list (part 2) ౨ৎ

hi! i’m back with another list <3 please give so much love to all of these authors! these fics are all +18 so minors dni!!! part 3 coming in a month :)

⭑ part 1

a- angst f- fluff s- smut

series (completed)

with a sense of innocence by @borathae

f2l!au, idiots in love, mutual pining, college!au, neighbours!au (f, s)

A collection of stories about two oblivious idiots trying to do love together

puzzle by @kimvvantae

friends with benefits au; college au (a, s)

you and jungkook are best friends of a lifetime, even though your personalities are like unmatching pieces of a puzzle. the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed between you two - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined? 

i want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover

boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired) (a, f, s)

Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder

love to hate by @kpopfanfictrash

enemies to lovers, fuck buddies!au (a, f, s)

Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

practice by @chryblossomjjk

fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader, college au, fwb (a, f, s)

you usually spend friday nights on your own. tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, jungkook, decides to pay you a visit

only for you by @jikookiekosmos

best friend!jungkook/reader (a, f, s)

It’s the night before your wedding and you should be happy…but a fight with your fiancé leaves you second guessing everything. A visit from the blue-haired boy of your dreams is just what you need to make it right

clash by @matchagator

slice of life; neighbors au; e2l (a, f, s)

You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself

series (ongoing)

neighbor blunder by @awrkive

neighbors!au, coworkers!au, software engineer!jk, cto!jk, chaebol!jk vibes, accountant!oc (a, f, s)

in hindsight, you should have seen it coming. had always known your luck – or lack of it, thereof – and the universe's meticulous plan of your downfall made it easy for you to get tangled up in a series of unfortunate events, which presents itself as the neighbor that lives across from you, jeon jungkook

dextrocardia by @jeonstudios

cop!jk x f detective!reader, undercover cops, fake marriage, e2l au (a, f, s?)

“She's been moved to another operation to help out. This pairing is necessary because you'll be undercover as spouses. I know you two can be professional about this.”

"What?!" It's Jeongguk's upset voice that sounds, and for once, you share his displeased opinion.

Spouses.

the alpha omega series by @borathae

alpha!jungkook x f. omega!reader, werewolves!au, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU (a, f, s)

Jungkook is the son of the pack Alpha and therefore heir of the titel. You are an omega and utterly out of his league. This is the story of how, against all odds, you and he became true mates

oneshots

elemental by @kpopfanfictrash

second chance romance; modern fantasy (a, f, s)

Fear has never been a foreign concept to you. Your entire life has been shaped by the knowledge that you’re different, and fear of the stigma which might follow discovery. Although fire, earth, air and water Elementals have been public for decades, the fear-mongering around your kind hasn’t changed; something you have intimate knowledge of, having experienced it firsthand. Since then, you’ve done your best to hide your water powers. This is for your own safety, as your mom likes to say.Safety flies out the window though, when you fall in love. Jeon Jungkook isn’t just any love, either, he’s the love. The person who makes you feel as though your darkest corners deserve to be seen. Unable to control your magic around him, you find yourself faced with a horrible fact: you need to break up.A plan which proves difficult when Jungkook simply refuses to go. And maybe, just maybe, you find the constraints placed on yourself don’t make sense anymore

meraki by @taegularities

e2l, grumpy!jk (+ photographer!jk) x sunshine!reader (f, s)

Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know

cold nights and blurred lines by @awrkive

fwb!au, college!au, basketball player!jk, kinda secret relationship(?)!au (a, f, s)

jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes

it was always you by @hueseok

brother’s best friend au, childhood friends to lovers au; ft. naval aviator!jk, professor!reader (a, f, s)

for as long as you remember, you’ve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because that’s what happens when life naturally takes it course—you grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years. so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason he’s asking you isn’t due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks he’s doing you a big favor. or at least, that’s what you think

on mute by @yoon-kooks

fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader, friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au (f, s)

You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game

[colebabey888]

The IT Girl Wardrobe Essentials | IT GIRL DIARIES

Creating the perfect IT Girl wardrobe is all about mixing timeless classics with a touch of trendy pieces for an effortlessly stylish look. The key is to build a closet filled with versatile staples while adding fun, fashion-forward items that show off your personality.

Here’s how to put together a wardrobe starting on your It Girl Journey :

The Magic of Basics 🎀

Every It Girl knows the importance of having great basics. Start with simple, well-fitting pieces, something similar to a plain white/black tee, a pair of skinny jeans or mom jeans ( skinny jeans are always trendy if you know how to style them ) .These items will be easy to mix and match, giving you endless outfit options. They can be dressed up or down and that's exactly the type of clothing items you want to have.

The Perfect Pair of Jeans 🎀

When it comes to my denims, I don't mess around! Invest in a good few pairs of jeans that fit you perfectly. Quality over quantity! Levi, Pacsun, REVICE Denim, these are are all examples on companies that sell high quality denims. Classic skinny or straight-leg jeans/mom jeans are super versatile and go with almost everything. It's never a bad idea to keep a few light denims around either but go with what fits your skin tone best. To keep things trendy, try experimenting with ripped jeans or wide-leg styles, but make sure to always have a classic pair for everyday wear. If you're going for a more classy/clean look, I would skip out in the spontaneous ripped jeans.

The Little Black Dress (LBD) 🎀

A little black dress is a closet essential for every It Girl. Whether you’re heading to a party or going out to dinner, the LBD is always a chic choice. Pick one that’s simple and elegant, so you can easily dress it up or down with accessories. There's nothing more to it, a simple black dress will do it for any occasion, any time of day!

Cute and Comfortable Shoes 🎀

Comfortable yet stylish shoes are a must. Make sure you have classic white sneakers, cute ankle boots for your rainy days , and a pair of strappy heels. On a hot sunny day, I love a good pair of black thong sandals, they pull every look together and give off the perfect touch of a 2000's vibe. Skinny jeans or a sundress, paired with good accessories and a handbag, black thongs for the win always.

Balancing Trends with Classics 🎀

The secret to It Girl style is blending your wardrobe basics with trendy pieces. Each season, pick a few fun items like a patterned scarf, oversized sunglasses, or a bold handbag to keep your outfits fresh and exciting.

The Power of Accessories 🎀

Accessories can really make your outfit pop! Invest in timeless pieces like gold hoop earrings, a simple watch. Then, mix in trendy items like layered necklaces, fun belts, or colorful purses to add personality to your look.

By building your wardrobe with these essentials and mixing in a few trendy pieces, you’ll achieve the perfect IT Girl style—chic, fun, and always effortlessly stylish. My style is definitely changing and upgrading every year so there will most likely be a part 2 of this next year. These are just a few tips and tricks I've picked up on throughout my It Girl journey so far, but we're all learning so if you have any tips yourself feel free to dump them in the comments, mwah!

xoxo, colebabey8.88

[cyberjam]

E!42 MILES DATING A SHY!SOFT READER . . . ☆

warnings - black fem!reader in mind but you can imagine it however you'd like, miles having a soft spot for you, pink coquette vibes from reader, profanity, slightly suggestive.

word count - 2.2k | lowercase intended.

main masterlist | proof read?: kinda😭

song rec for fic?: yo love - from "queen and slim: the soundtrack - vince staples, 6lack, mereba <3

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. . HOW YOU FIRST MET . .

ఇ . . . you two were assigned as partners for a science project that would play a big part in your final grade. you knew of each other but never fully interacted until now.

ఇ . . . miles knew you as quiet, only speaking when spoken to. you were an approachable person with a warm smile. you carried yourself well, and treated others kindly, even if they were undeserving. he was entranced by you to say the least. with how things were currently going in new york, he was surprised that the city hadn't dimmed your light. miles wanted to know more about you and this project gave him the perfect opportunity to do so.

ఇ . . . you knew of miles as well. he had the reputation of being an unapproachable person. easily intimidating others without trying, and keeping his circle of people small. you took a small interest in him as well. you'd catch yourself glancing at him every now and then, trying to break down his character. he didn't seem as mean as everyone claimed but now was finally your chance to see for yourself.

ఇ . . . that project was only the beginning of your and miles' relationship.

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. . CRUSHING STAGE . .

ఇ . . . miles protectiveness increases the more your relationship grows. he'll cut into situations and defend you before you can fully form a thought. he never hesitates to step in-front of you as a human-shield and tell someone off with a simple phrase.

"ay, watch yo mouth." | "huh? repeat yo'self." | "i know you not talkin'-"

ఇ . . . he starts eating lunch with you. his friends get on him for being a simp but he brushes it off every-time. he enjoys the convos you two have during lunch and would rather sit next to you than a rowdy group of boys who use the lunch food as science experiments.

ఇ . . . he seeks you out. during school, after school, on his nightly patrols, etc. without even fully knowing it himself, miles is always looking for you no matter where he is. he just naturally gravitates towards you. you bring something to miles life that he hasn't had in a long time. peace.

ఇ . . . let's you mess with his hair. when he's over your place he'll let you put your cute baby pink hair clips in his braids and even tie in some hair bo-bo's at the end of them. but only if you take them out as soon as you're done and don't take any pictures. (you still take pictures)

ఇ . . . let's you draw on him. you can't remember when it exactly started but it's became a routine for you to doodle and write on his hands in every class you two share. he'll return the favor, if you ask nicely. he copies whatever drawing you did on his hand to yours so you'd be matching. (he dreams of getting matching tattoos with you.) <3

ఇ . . . scares classmates away. whether it be a glare from across the room or an arm slung around your shoulders, miles is always scaring your classmates away. even if they show the smallest romantic interest in you.

ఇ . . . maintains eye contact. he's always looking for your eyes and trying to remain in contact with them when you talk. he just loves staring into your pretty doe eyes while you ramble about something you like.

ఇ . . . nicknames. miles doesn't want to scare you off by being too forward, so he'll limit his nicknames. the ones he does call you while crushing on you are ma and princesa.

ఇ . . . passes notes in class. he's a bit of a "model student" in class (not talking back, not interrupting or disrespecting classmates, turning in his work early on time. he just wants to be left alone lmao) but he's more than willing to pass notes with you throughout the entire period. you'll catch him up on the newest gossip and he'd update you on the stuff him and his homeboys get into.

ఇ . . . he'll help you study. if you don't know spanish or you're just a struggling student, he'll teach you everything you're having a hard time with at a comfortable pace. he'll quiz you every once in awhile just to make sure you fully understand and don't feel behind in anything. if you've shown a significant amount of improvement he'll treat you by taking you out for your choice of dessert. (it's really just an excuse to take you out on a date without using the word date)

ఇ . . . there's an unspoken rule that you are his. classmates know, your friends know, his homeboys know, hell, even the teachers know. you're the only person miles gives the time of day. you're the only one who gets to walk around with his arm on your shoulders, have his undivided attention, as well as be the reason for his smile. you are his and he is yours.

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. . DATING STAGE . .

ఇ . . . late night facetime calls. you two are truly never apart. when you're not together physically you're on facetime with each other. he loves when you call him and showcase the cute things you bought for yourself using his card. he also just loves the comfort those calls bring him. seeing you engulfed in a warm blanket fast asleep while he's doing his own thing just makes him feel content. you're able to be there for each other without physically being there and that's enough for him to wait patiently until he's able to hold you again.

ఇ . . . clingy as hell. although, he'll never voice out his wants for your touch he will initiate it. miles will be the one to commence 80% of affection. partly because you're shy and mainly because he can't keep his hands off of you. miles is always touching you in some way. whether it be an arm around your shoulder, a hand resting on your thigh, or a hand rubbing your ass while you're cuddling. he can't resist kissing you either. his lips always finding any available part of your skin to kiss when he feels like it.

ఇ . . . compliments. every chance he gets he'll remind you how good you look. always hyping you up and telling you how beautiful you are. whenever you get overwhelmed by the flow of affectionate words that smoothly flow out of his mouth, you'll cover your face with your hands and turn away from him. it only gives him more fuel in the long run because he loves to see his girl get all shy and cute for him. sometimes he doesn't even use his words. a simple look up and down while licking his lips will leave you weak in the knees.

"that's all mine right there."

ఇ . . . genuinely hates arguing with you. he hates when you're upset with him. there are plenty of times where miles has provoked you to the point you've gotten upset with him and that's usually when he knows he's gone too far. you're his girl, his everything. he can't have you sulking because of him. although, miles does have a bit of a short-temper, he remains calm throughout these situations. he lets you both voice your sides and he won't let the situation go until you come to an agreement. he tends to avoid arguments at all costs. usually murmuring a "you got it, ma." before it turns into something more. after settling long disagreements, he'll engulf you in a hug and give you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"love you. don't want my girl goin to bed mad at me."

ఇ . . . nicknames! his nicknames will consist of mi vida, mi reina, ma, mami, baby, etc. any term of endearment you can think of he's most-likely called you. usually consisting of 'my/mine'. he's very possessive. your contact name in his phone is 'mi corazon 💘' and you're the only one with an emoji next to your name.

ఇ . . . spoils you. you want it? you got it. although, miles isn't incredibly wealthy, he does have money. he uses it to take care of you and his mom, providing help for the both of you. he helps rio with actual necessities, while with you he provides you with gifts. ranging from shoes, eyelashes, lace fronts, plushies, clothes, or electronics. the most expensive gift he's gotten for you is an ipad and apple pencil. it was for your birthday and he knew he had to get it for you after hearing you fangirl about it nonstop.

ఇ . . . lets you do his hair. he usually only lets rio do his hair, he's a major mama's boy. so, when you were granted the privilege to do his hair you felt honored. he also just loves when you take his braids out and give him scalp massages. he's fallen asleep on occasion because of how gentle and soothing your hands are. he's also tender-headed as hell so, please be careful or you'll get a earful of him complaining.

"damn, ma. why you gotta pull so tight?"

ఇ . . . buys matching sets. he buys you both matching shoes, clothes, and jewelry. he likes the simplicity of being able to match with you and show everyone you're his without voicing it. you two are the couple that matches on christmas. matching christmas tree pants, and santa hats...rio thinks it's adorable. for your 5 month anniversary you were gifted a gold necklace with his name written in cursive and once he helped you put it on he revealed the necklace that was under his shirt that had your name in gold written in cursive. only time you two take it off is when you're in the shower/pool. he'll take it off during prowler business as well, he doesn't want to disclose any of his personal business at work, it's very dangerous for the both of you.

ఇ . . . cant sleep without you. once miles gets a taste of what life is like keeping you close and holding you to sleep, it's hard for him to go without it. he loves cuddling with you and if there were any instance where you two wouldn't be together he would toss and turn all night and look at the ceiling until his body physically shut down itself. it's not the healthiest way to go by so when he starts to show up to school with deeper eye bags than usual, you decide to give him a plushie of his own. he'll buy the plushie little clothes and change them every now and then. he names it after you, and he even bought the exact perfume you wear and sprays it on the stuffed animal before going to bed and cuddling it. he's embarrassed to admit it, so he'll never tell you how much he pampers it. (you don't need him to tho, you've caught him kissing the top of the stuffed animals head before cradling it in his arms and murmuring 'goodnight, mi vida.')

ఇ . . . will go to the barbie movie with you. he'll thrown on a pink hoodie, black jeans, and pair it with some jordan's while you're decked out from head to toe in pink. he's gonna cry at one point during the movie and you have to pretend you didn't see. when you ask him if he liked it he'll shrug his shoulders while sniffling. he def gave his mom a big hug when he got back home. :')

"yeah, yeah...it was alright, i guess."

ఇ . . . talks about you to his mom. mile's didn't speak much of you when he had a crush on you, but he really didn't have to. his mom knew there was something or more so someone occupying his mind whenever he'd come back from school with a slight dazed expression and the tiniest smile.

ఇ . . . graffiti's your initials together. whenever he's bored and has a little extra time on his hands he'll graffiti his and yours initials together. sometimes replacing your last initial with an 'M' for Morales..

ఇ . . . treats your stuffed animals like they're your children. he scolds you if he catches one of them on the floor, he'll name them future child names he has in mind because he def wants to get married and start a family w/ you, he gives them hugs and buys cute little tutu's for them. lowkey will throw a fit if he finds out you gave some of them away.

ఇ . . . buys/sends things that reminds him of you. he'll buy you your fave bag of chips if he sees it in the store, he'll pick up a keychain with your name on it and attach it to his bookbag, he'll send you memes or recommend a tv show because the character reminded him of you. you're really on his mind 25/8.

ఇ . . . bakes with you. he loves baking with you. you two will bake the hell out of some chocolate chip cookies or some brownies. nothing that takes too long or a lot of preparation though, he'll get antsy and kinda touchy which leads to burnt products and a ruined cake pan.

ఇ . . . shows you off/brags about you. his friends and close family members know all about you and your achievements. if you play sports he'll cheer you on and brag about your wins, if you're an artist he'll post your artwork, if you have a small clothing brand he'll wear it and tell people to buy from your store if they ask, if you knit/crochet he'll ask you to make him a bucket hat or a mini version of you and him, if you dance he'll stay up all night on the phone while you show him your new choreography. it doesn't matter what you do, miles will continue to support you and brag about any and every achievement you accomplish. big or small.

ఇ . . . miles morales loves his sweet soft significant other.

currently re-writing my miles morales fic that was 6k words because tumblr decided to randomly delete it 🥲 i'll try to get it out soon! <3

also sorry for inactivity, i've been busy w/ school and work but i'll try to shoot out fics faster when i get the time :) !!

[girlbossagenda]

How to be pretty on a lazy day

The way you dress and present yourself plays a huge role on how you perceive yourself and how others perceive you, it can also help you gain pretty privilege, but what if you are late for school or you're...just lazy? Maybe it's cold outside or you're in a tired mood. Today I'm gonna talk about staple pieces that can't be missed in a girly girl wardrobe.

୨୧track suits୨୧

Never really used them, but if they are the right color they can be BOMB, you just need to know for which style you're going for, if you are more for the street wear I suggest you to get a full pink track suit or a brown one, you can also get some with very cool logos, this to get an idea:

If you want to try something not so pink, you can change the color of your pants, wear suits with other colors but still a very feminine design or wear neon pants and a more neutral hoodie, the choice it's up to you!

Of you are more into y2k or the 90s, I suggest you to wear those velvet track suits or vintage adidas track suits!

୨୧Flare leggings୨୧

This has been rising in popularity, but low rise flare leggings can certainly highlight your look for a lazy day! It's going to make you look more clean, active and flamboyant!

୨୧Flower dresses/dresses in general୨୧

They're very feminine, and I suggest you that for shorted dresses you try to use a more flowy type and maybe a floral one too and for long dresses to keep it plain and simple, they can give a very mature and composed vibe.

୨୧Long skirts୨୧

This is similar to long dresses, but you can customize them more!

୨୧Uggs/cozy boots୨୧

They are easy to put and pull out and very comftable and match everything listed her by far.

Hiii bonitas, did you enjoy today's post? I sure did, I know a lot of you are fashionista, and I love fashion too so why not talking about it?this is the first part of another mini series, see you soon xoxo gorgeous.

-𝓐

[izzih22]

Azzi visiting paige in the wnba in the off-season and they pop out at an event

Power Couple Vibes

Notes: Enjoy!!

The off-season for the WNBA had just begun, and Paige was enjoying a few rare days of downtime after a grueling season with the Dallas Wings. While the season had been full of ups and downs, one constant had been her unwavering focus on Azzi, who was still playing overseas. It had been a while since they had gotten to spend a significant amount of time together, so when Azzi told her she was visiting for the holidays, Paige couldn’t contain her excitement.

Azzi’s plane had landed in New York that morning, and Paige had been counting down the minutes until they could see each other again. Of course, Paige had her usual “cool girl” exterior, but when it came to Azzi, she was completely unapologetically soft. She had made arrangements for them to attend a high-profile charity event that evening, and she was looking forward to showing Azzi off—if only to the world, but also to herself. After all, Azzi was hers.

Azzi had flown in from Stores, and Paige wanted the night to be perfect—an opportunity for the two of them to pop out as a couple, looking every bit the power duo they were.

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Later That Evening

The anticipation was building. Paige had been waiting in the lobby of their hotel for what felt like hours. Her custom-made black suit had been tailored to perfection, a sharp contrast to the softer, more playful nature of her usual laid-back style. The suit hugged her shoulders just right, and she wore a simple silver chain around her neck. Her hair was slicked back, a more polished version of her usual messy look, but the real showstopper was the confidence in her step as she waited for Azzi.

When the elevator doors slid open, Paige’s breath caught in her throat.

Azzi stepped out of the elevator, and in that moment, the rest of the world faded into the background. She looked absolutely stunning in a sleek, matching black dress that complemented Paige’s suit perfectly. The dress had a subtle shimmer that caught the light, hugging her figure in all the right places. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and she wore minimal but striking makeup that highlighted her natural beauty. She wasn’t trying to outshine anyone—but with the way she was looking at Paige, it was impossible not to.

“Damn, you look gorgeous,” Paige said, her voice low and filled with admiration. She couldn’t keep the grin off her face, and Azzi could feel the heat radiating off her.

Azzi smirked, walking towards Paige with confident, graceful steps. “I was going to say the same about you,” she teased, her fingers lightly brushing Paige’s chest as she reached her. The subtle touch made Paige’s heart skip a beat. Azzi’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she added, “But, you know, you already know how fine you look.”

Paige laughed, shaking her head. “You’re too much.”

She reached out and adjusted a stray piece of Azzi’s hair, tucking it behind her ear. There was no denying the undeniable chemistry between them, and they were both loving every second of it.

They linked hands as they made their way to the event, the unmistakable feeling of being a power couple radiating from every step they took. Together, they were unstoppable.

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The charity gala was being held in one of New York’s most exclusive venues. The moment they stepped inside, the eyes of everyone in the room were immediately drawn to them. Paige and Azzi were the picture of perfection—two strong, beautiful women, one of them in an impeccably sharp suit, and the other in a gorgeous, figure-hugging dress. They were like a living, breathing work of art, and the air practically buzzed with energy as the crowd turned to stare.

The event was buzzing with conversations, but Paige and Azzi were in their own little world. Every time they passed by, people would stare, some in awe, others in curiosity, and a few whispering to their friends.

“You okay?” Paige asked quietly, her hand resting comfortably on the small of Azzi’s back as they walked through the crowd.

Azzi smiled up at her, feeling the warmth and care in Paige’s touch. “Yeah. Just a little overwhelmed. But being with you makes everything easier.”

Paige squeezed her hand reassuringly, her touch gentle but firm. “I got you, always.”

As they made their way through the venue, Paige’s teammates couldn’t help but notice them.

“Oh my god,” Arike said, raising her glass as she spotted them. “You two are just unreal.”

Dijonai, standing next to her, looked over and grinned. “Y’all look like you’re straight out of a magazine.”

Paige grinned, clearly not affected by the attention. “We’re just here to have a good time.”

Azzi laughed, leaning closer to Paige. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

But despite the crowd of people around them, Paige’s focus was entirely on Azzi. The way her eyes would light up whenever Azzi spoke, the way her hand never strayed far from her back, the way she looked at her as if she was the most important person in the room.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” Paige said quietly as she took a sip of her drink, the words full of affection.

Azzi turned her head slightly, the softest smile playing on her lips. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Paige’s heart swelled with affection. She knew the world was watching, but in this moment, it didn’t matter. It was just her and Azzi, lost in each other.

They eventually made their way to the dance floor, the night continuing with an effortless flow. The music was slow, intimate, and Paige couldn’t help but pull Azzi closer, her arms wrapping around her waist. They were completely in sync as they danced, moving as if they were the only two people in the world.

“You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you know that?” Paige whispered, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear.

Azzi’s breath hitched slightly as she leaned into the touch. “You know I like it that way.”

“I’d do anything for you,” Paige muttered softly, kissing Azzi’s cheek gently.

Azzi couldn’t help but smile, her heart full as she rested her head on Paige’s shoulder. “And I’d do the same for you.”

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As the night wore on, Paige and Azzi stayed close, inseparable—just like always. They were the undeniable couple everyone whispered about, but they didn’t care.

Their love, their connection—it was theirs, and nothing, not even the flashes of cameras or the intrigued eyes of onlookers, could change that.

Paige kissed Azzi on the forehead as the night came to an end, their fingers intertwined. “Let’s go home,” she said, voice thick with adoration.

Azzi smiled up at her. “Lead the way.”

And just like that, they were off, leaving the event hand in hand—two strong, confident women in love, ready to take on whatever the world had in store for them next.

[bellesdomain]

Would you be possibly able to do a costume breakdown for either (or both, if you have time!) the original CB played by Michael Staniforth, or the Bochum 1992-93 era CB?

Let's have a look at London CB! I want to take a look at the few glimpses we get of CB later in the run too, if you don't mind, they're pretty rare to see!

So what are we looking at for the very first Caboose? Well, compared to later versions, we're leaning more into the American classic baseball vibes - this guy at Casey's Corner in Disneyworld is showing us so many of the same elements! John Napier wove together strands of "train" and recognisable archetypes from normal life to create costumes that tell us so much about the characters - CB is giving us All-American Wholesomeness! the moustache may seem like an interesting choice to us now, but it's absolutely in keeping with the source.

One of the things I love about him is that he's brick-red, a dusty red. We know it's not that the photos have faded, look at him next to Electra, even the candy-apple red wheel on his belt contrasts his dusty jacket! He definitely feels more like an older, sun-bleached freight, compared to the glossy Electrics. You can believe this caboose has been around a while...

On thing to remember is that most of the good pics we have are from the press call before the show opened, and before he got any shoulder boxes at all. It's more apparent in some other characters that their costumes were unfinished- I mean, the Pearl saga for example... but it's also relevant here. The photo above is from once the show opened, and while it's not the full realisation of the design, he's got SOMETHING going on with his shoulders as intended! Of course they needed photos ready before the press night, but it's a shame they didn't save the full show photography until after the costumes were finalised.

Yes, but practically, how does this costume go together? Oddly! So he basically just consists of a jacket and the leggings (plus hat, belt, gloves, kneepads...) Michael Staniforth had elaborate, padded leggings with the stripes enhanced with foam. Bobby Collins, Paul Reeves, everyone else seems to have had more simple leggings without the raised detail. That level of detail is common in the German costumes, not so much London, especially early on.

Michael Staniforth also appears to have had two belts? In the photo of him with Electra and Volta, with the jacket untucked over the belt, his belt has silver trim, matching the German version. All the other photos show plain black with the central red wheel.

His jacket is, apparently, just the one piece, which I would love to know the logic behind. The body is padded, there's a front zip hidden under the front panel - then there's excess fabric to try to tuck under the belt and hold it in place! It's meant to be three dimensional and bold, but they clearly hadn't come up with an effective way to layer the costume pieces yet. Similarly his arms are meant to appear to be short sleeves like the baseball player, over fitted black sleeves, yet they chose not to actually make the costume in two layers and the short sleeves, black under-sleeve, and details that appear to be the gauntlet of the gloves are all one piece. Was it simpler to make that way? I can't imagine it was much easier to wear and dress than if the actor had been wearing a unitard with grey body and legs and black arms, and the gloves had the gauntlets attached. And as we see in a couple of these pics including the press photo - it didn't stay in place.

Later years... the shoulders get a bit weird. What started for Michael Staniforth as a black seam between shoulder and body that would have included a gusset for more movement, and anchorage for the shoulder pads, became a full on separation of the arms from the body.

This press photo shows a really nice clean version of the costume, with the strong diagonal on the front panel. We got a couple of pics on the wiki of covers wearing this version in 1991-1992, but nothing more on this particular version!

There's this one costume worn by William Adams in 1991 for sure, where the front panel is much more prominent, and the sleeves aren't really related to the jacket at all! But we also have William wearing a costume much more in keeping with earlier versions - major armpit gussets, but a square front there.

I'm not aware of any confirmed "Final Farewell CB and Belle" footage or images, so I don't know for sure, but I assume that William Adams' bold front version was the last CB costume worn in London. I hope there was some sort of aknowledgement the last time those roles were played, before the new show took over completely!

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 18: Family Photo Shoot

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: ultimate UConn trio... back at it again

P.s.-yes I know that's ice in the 3rd pic but it fit the vibe here oki....

Welcome to the chapter 18 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

It all started with a simple idea. Well, at least, it seemed simple when Paige and KK proposed it.

"Let’s do a family photo shoot around campus," Paige suggested for the second time since bringing up on the way back, from the Storms game last week, lounging across my bed while scrolling through her phone. "We’ve been matching jerseys, matching vibes—let’s document it."

I shot her a look. "Wait, you mean, you want us to take cute pictures together? On campus?"

KK, always ready for anything, piped up from the corner of the room. "Exactly! It's about time we really commit to this ‘family’ thing."

I sighed but couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You're crazy, both of you."

Paige nudged me. "Oh, come on, it’ll be fun! We’ll make it look like we’re the coolest, most wholesome little family ever. Plus, we can film some TikToks while we're at it!"

And so, we were off. Paige grabbed my Polaroid camera, KK armed herself with her phone for TikTok purposes, and we ventured to campus, where we began our spontaneous "family photo shoot."

We started by the fountain near the library, posing dramatically in front of the iconic UConn sign, our matching gear almost blinding in the sunlight. Paige, of course, insisted on giving each photo a playful theme. One was a “family dinner” shot, where we pretended to laugh at something that only we found funny. Another was a “vacation photo,” where we all leaned against the sign like we’d just arrived at some far-off exotic destination.

KK couldn’t stop laughing as we messed with different props—my camera, Paige’s jersey, and KK’s beanie that she kept pulling over our heads in each shot.

“You two are ridiculously cute,” KK said between giggles. “I’m living for this. It’s like a Pinterest board in real life.”

After a while, we decided to take a break by the basketball court. We sat down, still in our matching jerseys, snapping pictures as a breeze swept through. The chemistry between us was undeniable—the laughter, the inside jokes, the casual touches that had long become a part of our daily routine.

Paige wrapped her arm around my shoulder, resting her head against mine for one photo, and KK crouched in front of us, trying to catch the perfect candid shot.

"Okay, okay," KK said, holding up her phone. "We need something more fun. Let’s do some TikTok dances. This is the perfect time to get a little goofy."

We moved from one spot to another, setting up the camera to capture our ridiculous dance moves. Paige and I, being completely uncoordinated, tried to follow KK’s lead as she showed us some trending TikTok dance moves.

"Left, right, right, left," KK instructed, laughing as we both tried (and failed) to get the timing right.

Paige raised an eyebrow, clearly struggling to keep up. "I am not going to be famous on TikTok for this."

I nodded in agreement, trying not to laugh too hard. "KK, we look ridiculous."

But KK was unstoppable. She expertly spun around, doing the “tripped-out” move she’d been practicing. I had no idea what it was, but the way she made it look easy made me feel like I could do it too.

"Here, let me show you," KK said, before pulling Paige and me into position again. "All you have to do is boom, boom, boom and trip out."

We both stared at her. "Trip out?" I echoed.

"Yeah, like this." KK did the move once more, effortlessly. "Come on, Y/N, Paige can barely do it, but still does it. Just let go of your coordination for once!"

It took a few tries, but soon enough, Paige and I were doing the most absurd “trip out” moves, laughing hysterically as we messed it up in the funniest ways possible. KK filmed the entire thing, even adding music to it for the ultimate TikTok effect.

As if the day wasn’t already chaotic enough, we decided to take it up a notch. Paige texted the team, convincing everyone to meet us at the gym later that night for an impromptu photo shoot in their game uniforms.

"Is everyone on board for the late-night photo shoot?" KK asked in the team group chat.

The responses came in fast:

• Azzi: "I’m in. What are we wearing?"

• Sarah: "Uniforms? Is this a joke?"

• Morgan: "Let’s do it."

• Ice: "Better be worth it."

• Jana: "Bet let's gooo!"

• Aubrey: "who's idea, bro?"

I couldn’t stop smiling as we all gathered at the gym later that night, the basketball court empty except for us. The fluorescent lights above hummed softly as the team gathered, still in their uniforms, but clearly ready for whatever KK had planned.

"Okay," KK said, adjusting her phone’s camera. "This is gonna be iconic."

We lined up in the center of the court, our game faces on—well, not exactly. Paige couldn’t help but crack a grin as she stood next to me, her arm casually slung around my shoulder. KK darted around, snapping pictures, calling for different angles.

Every shot was more chaotic than the last, but the energy between us felt real. This was family. The team felt like home, and in those moments, we were all equally ridiculous and joyful together.

By the time we were done, KK was already in the process of setting up an Instagram account. "We’re officially a family now," she said. "We need a place to showcase our art."

And just like that, the @unoffical_bueckersfam account was born.

"Do we really need a family account?" I asked, still grinning as I watched KK upload the first batch of pictures.

"Absolutely," Paige replied, nudging me. "You’re stuck with us now."

I laughed, taking a picture of Paige and KK as they struck ridiculous poses together. "Fine. But I’m not doing matching family outfits for the holidays, when they roll around."

The family photo shoot pics went live soon after, and the responses started flooding in almost immediately. Fans were loving our antics. Some even started calling us “the UConn First Family.” The comments section was a mix of laughs and admiration:

• Okay, but can we talk about how cute they are?

• I’m obsessed with the ‘family’ vibes. They’re like the ultimate trio.

• Didn't know this was a trio I needed until now.

• Omgg we live, laugh, and love their friendship with each other.

• When’s the next family photo shoot? I’m living for this content.

• Best trio at UConn ngl

• Oops they do be giving parents and child vibes for real

• the kiss on cheek Alexa que that should be me by Justin Bieber

I couldn’t help but smile as I scrolled through the comments.

KK was right. We were creating something special. And as absurd as the idea of a family photo shoot had been, I wouldn’t have wanted to share this with anyone else.

It was us, all of us, together. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[mlyscha]

𝒥𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 & 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌

( ENHYPEN ── 𝒻𝗼𝗿. 𝓜OMENTS. ) ౨ৎ ℐ𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . they make christmas gifts with their own hands (with you). 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 : fluff, festive. 𝓌𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌! simple and resumed writing. ( 𝗐𝖼. 9OO ) 𝓮𝘅𝘁𝗿��' … 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋-𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 ༘ . 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝒶-𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. happy christmas everybody!! enjoy some time with your family, friends and beloved ones. i hope many many good things reach you! and if you don't celebrate christmas, i wish you a great day full of happiness! <3 and by the way, i am on a vacation so this might not be thaaaat good but try to enjoy this christmas headcanon i wrote with so much love.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍! ♡ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾&𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀&𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝒽eeseung ( 희승 )

YOU AND HEESEUNG WERE PLANNING to do something memorable this christmas, celebrating not just the presents, but love.

therefore, heeseung decided to craft essences with you and then trade perfumes. you had never heard of that kind of craft shop before, but it was pretty amusing.

it was cute watching him all cute listening to the instructions, making sure that your perfume was matching your vibe and how he liked it ─ of course.

in the end of the “class”, he gifted the perfume in a small white box, adorned with a loose pink ribbon─ because he couldn’t tie it right. meanwhile, you gifted his in a small black box adorned with a red ribbon. also, you could write a letter to yourself or your loved one, gifting love to the one you love. with that, he couldn’t hold himself but write: For this and lots more christmas, I love you forever, Heeseung.

𝒿ongseong ( 제이 )

JONGSEONG LOVES PAMPERING YOU WITH gifts, but this christmas, you told him you wanted to create memories: going to a fancy necklace craft shop.

the necklace shop offered crafting silver or gold jewellery that could last for life— meaning that it wasn’t supposed to get oxidised.

there was a plenty of fun ways to create your jewellery. therefore, you and jongseong decided to go for a digital print design with a simple note on the back.

you went for a gold piece because you thought it made your boyfriend’s skin and beauty pop, getting your digital print done and writing: Mine, yours, ours forever. meanwhile he wrote: I love you, thank you, forever— simple but meaningful, for sure.

𝒿aeyun ( 제이크 )

JAEYUN LOVES SPENDING TIME WITH you, and nothing better than gifting him quality time while crafting gifts for each other; for christmas. with that, you brought him to a pottery shop, hoping he would enjoy pottering like the last time— on valentine’s day.

and oh boy, jaeyun liked that. besides him looking at you in a certain way while carving the bottom of the pot with his hands, it was overall very amusing and cute.

in the end, after the pottery was completely dry, a beautiful painting could be created. and of course, jaeyun with his cheesiness problems, painted you and him with a christmas tree on the side, writing: christmas with bae! 12/25. ( y/n is the cutest <3 )

𝓈unghoon ( 성훈 )

SUNGHOON BROUGHT TO A RING crafting shop, because he thought: i want matching rings, ‘cause— pffftt… just one couple ring isn’t enough!

with that, you two went to a fancy ring crafting shop from a luxury jewellery brand. you both went for the silver ring— since it is a dating ring —and then added each others initials in a tiny font (to keep it more discreet and elegant); and then wrote on the side of the hoop the date and a little note: Forever our love, forever us.

and by the way, sunghoon while crafting this ring with you, couldn’t be more excited to one day make this a big surprise, asking you to be his fiancé.

𝓈unoo ( 선우 )

SUNOO IS A SOFTIE FOR handmade things, always writing a letter for you besides the present he is giving to you. and this time, for christmas, he decided to buy a bracelet kit— in which you could create your own bracelet.

you were so excited because it reminded you of your childhood and now you are complementing this memory with your loved one.

after many laughter, smooches and enthusiasm, you both finished and gave it to each other. both of you tried to match each others vibe, and it was successful!

sunoo loved the bracelet you made for him and you absolutely loved what he design for you, focusing on your name formed by the beads he carefully placed one by one. this is the proof christmas is more than presents, but about moments and simplicity.

𝒿ungwon ( 정원 )

JUNGWON REALLY WANTED SOMETHING MEANINGFUL and beautiful to gift for you for christmas.

his idea was lovely: bring you to necklace shop in which they take a very close-upped picture of each other’s iris and turn it into a beautiful memory that can be hanged around your neck.

you found the idea pretty amusing and beautiful once you heard about he’s plans, so he counted your amusement and brought you to the crafting shop— a fancy place, by the way.

you could choose between silver and gold jewellery and you matched his choice. overall, the picture came out really pretty and the necklace is kept around jungwon’s neck forever since; saying he is bringing a piece of you with him everywhere.

𝓇iki ( 니키 )

RIKI WANTED TO GIVE YOU something useful but at the same time meaningful. thinking like that, he decided to personalise a hoodie that at the same time matched his— couple like outfit.

so he took you to this cosy personalisation crafting shop and asked them to personalise a hoodie, describing what he wanted to write and the vision he was going for; letting the shop take it on their own hands to design it.

however, riki precisely asked to be the one painting it— with you, of course.

in the end, the hoodies came out so cute and a memorable moment was created. the design matched christmas and each other, but at the same time it looked kind of romantic and soft.

and of course, can’t forget about a specific part of the design in which his hoodie says: I love christmas. and yours said: I am christmas!

© 𝓪𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝓮, 𝗺𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗌𝓽𝓾𝖽𝗂𝗈𝓼. ⋆ 24.

[aealzx]

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“Everything’s fine, Danny just wanted to join us for lunch,” Tim declared when he entered the dining room with Danny. It wasn’t the complete truth, but it was still better than telling them they had left Danny without enough water and he had collapsed trying to get it himself.

“Oh! You’re finally ready for something other than toast, huh?” Stephanie asked as everyone’s mood seemed to lift with that declaration.

“Y’yeah… It’d be nice to get back to eating anything I wanted,” Danny agreed, going along with the reason Tim had provided as Tim helped him get situated in an open chair next to Danielle, who gave him a thumbs up. Seeing, and smelling the food the others had made him realize he actually was a little hungry as well as thirsty.

“You’ll love Alfred’s cooking, trust me,” Tucker chimed in around his own lunch. It looked like they had some sort of creamy soup and small sandwiches.

“Pretty sure that’s what I’ve been having already,” Danny snickered.

“Yeah, but this is actual food,” Tucker corrected.

“Just don’t push yourself,” Jazz cautioned, not wanting Danny to make himself sick even though he hadn’t had any issues lately. It was a comment that helped Tim understand a little more why Danny was so bad at asking for help.

As soon as Danny had been brought to the table Alfred had left the dining room to fetch lunch for him as well, soon to return with another tray of food. Unlike the others though, the bowl was full of a mild tomato soup that was pleasantly warm. And that and a small plate of two slices of lightly buttered toast were placed in front of Danny along with a glass of water. It was a welcome change from the broth he’d been getting, and Danny couldn’t help smiling.

“Thank you,” Danny was sure to bid, looking up gratefully at Alfred.

“You’re welcome, Young Master,” Alfred responded, pleased to see their house charge feeling well enough to join them at the table.

“He still looks a bit like death warmed over,” Jason commented casually before putting a spoonful of soup in his mouth.

“That’s rich coming from the dead man walking,” Danielle returned just as easily.

“Morticians wish they could match my liveliness,” Jason retorted, raising a hand to frame his face for a moment.

“Guys, could we not do the dead jokes? You’re gonna make people hole up,” Stephanie chided, noting how others at the table were grimacing or otherwise looking rather sullen.

“Oh come on. You have three dead people at the table. It’s not that insensitive,” Danielle protested.

“Dani, I dont think it's a comfortable topic for everyone,” Jazz hushed, glancing towards Bruce, who’s expression was looking significantly distant.

Danny hadn’t commented in favor of blowing on the tomato soup enough that he could eat it, and then was distracted by the surprisingly gentle yet rich flavor from the simple food. It definitely made the trip to the dining room worth it, though Danielle’s comment made him end up looking around at the others in mild confusion. She obviously meant him and herself for two of the people, but who was the third? He realized it was rude after he was caught, but he couldn’t help looking towards the girl with ashen skin and black hair. Wait… who was that again?

“No, it’s not Raven. It’s me,” Jason snickered slightly, pointing to himself and grinning slightly.

“....You don’t look dead,” Danny admitted, subconsciously comparing Jason to the other ghosts he’d had to deal with over the years.

“Not anymore,” Jason clarified, sparing the others at the table, and inevitably himself, the trauma trip by keeping the explanation simple.

“He died before though. That’s why he has that weird vibe not like anyone else,” Danielle added, sounding rather proud for knowing that now. “Figured that one out finally.”

“Hn,” Danny hummed around some toast, figuring if he got the option to ask about more details he’d have to do it with a smaller crowd.

“It's good to see you up and about now though kid. How are you feeling?” someone with red hair that Danny also didn’t recognize decided to change the subject to.

“.... Okay,” Danny answered, squinting slightly trying to remember who this person was also. “Better than a few days ago at least.”

“Good, good.”

“This is Wally, and Raven,” Dick spoke up after noticing Danny getting increasingly confused trying to place names to the new faces. “They both were a big help with your recovery, and we figured since you were starting to feel better we could start trying to figure out how to get you guys back home. Both of them are familiar with interdimensional travel, and Wally is pretty knowledgeable about the mechanical side of things while Raven is more versed in the mystical.”

“Oh. Are you guys going to build another portal? I guess that makes sense,” Danny acknowledged, now understanding who the new faces were.

“Well, that depends,” Wally admitted, grimacing a little. “From the sounds of it, with talking to Raven and some others, it doesn’t sound like even attempting to open a portal to the Liminal Realm is a good idea.”

“She mentioned before that attempts usually end up with some sort of explosion or implosion,” Jazz recalled.

“But she was able to do it just fine, wasn’t she? That’s how she got the ectoplasm,” Tucker pointed out.

“That was only because Dani and you two were present. And because I closed the gateway before it could react,” Raven clarified, and Danny noticed her hand seemed to have a residual injury that made him frown. “The gateway was also only one way. I was able to accept the gift it was giving to Dani, but if I’d tried to send anything through it in return I’m sure it would have broken down.”

“And based on the research Barry and I did, there isn’t much for anyone in this dimension to go off of when it comes to the Liminal Realm. It’s only really known as the most fussy realm to deal with, and most people don’t bother,” Wally concluded, only a little upset about the matter. “Which is why we wanted to ask you about how your parents were able to make a portal that’s permanently open. Everyone else said you’d know the most about that topic.”

Danny inevitably grimaced a little at that fact, not feeling like he knew much about how his parents had made the portal to the Infinite Realm either. But if it would help them get back to his parents, then he could at least try to help. “They’re not the greatest at documenting their work, but I guess I did get curious enough to look into it a little some time ago. What do you want to know?”

“Do you have any idea how the portal was constructed?” Wally prompted.

“Trial and error?” Danny grimaced again, and backtracked when Wally looked unimpressed. “Look, my parents took notes, sure, but they weren’t organized and I’m not completely sure which ones were part of the final product. I won't be able to tell you exactly how to build one.”

“That’s fine, I wasn’t expecting you to have a blueprint memorized,” Wally chuckled, not sure if Danny was being vague on purpose, or just hadn’t worked with anyone before on constructing anything. “You can just tell us what you remember, and we can try to fill in the blanks and figure out if it’s a viable option. Jazz said it was a structure on the wall in your home basement?”

“Mm,” Danny nodded around a mouthful of soup. “It looks flat when it’s on, but it’s actually a tunnel about… maybe the length of this table?” he guessed, squinting slightly as he tried to remember. “I think they changed the size of it several times, the first prototype was only about this size,” he added, gesturing to a tabletop model size in front of him. “It’s about… 2 meters in diameter? The measurement isn’t exact- is this what you want to know?”

Both Wally and Raven were listening intently to Danny’s descriptions, and Wally blinked when Danny interrupted himself to clarify again if he was saying anything useful. “Yeah, it’s great. Anything you know about it will help, even if you think it’s not important.”

“Would it help if we tried to recreate what they can remember in a 3D space?” Tim spoke up suddenly, noting how Danny seemed to be struggling in explaining in words something he’d only dealt with in physical space.

“We can do that? I’m not exactly… a sculptor or whatever,” Danny asked, fumbling over his thoughts and words as he was once again starting to feel incredibly dumb.

“We’ll have to go to the basement, but the computer down there should allow you to draw a hologram of sorts based on what you remember. That way we can see what you’re thinking, more or less,” Tim explained, then inevitably glanced over Danny’s form briefly. “If you’re up for it of course. We don’t want to push-”

“No. It’s fine, I’ll do it,” Danny agreed quickly, not sure how to accept Danielle trying to reassure him by placing a hand on his arm for a moment. She knew her brother tended to get flustered in anything that resembled an academic setting, but wasn’t sure how to convince him he wasn’t as dumb as his school told him he was.

“Cool. We can head down there after lunch,” Tim nodded, returning to his own meal.

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You ever have hair that's 100% def too short to get in your food when you're eating, but you still push it out of the way anyway? Yeah I'll admit this drawing was 100% self indulgent 'cause I remember seeing a similar drawing of a different chara before and just loving it XD I love when charas get drawn doing really subtle but oh so casually human things.

Anyway, tomato soup with bread is my favorite food ever, so I tend to default to that when charas get some notably "good food" or comfort food for once.

fast update because this is part of that bug chunk I had to split into 3 parts XD just had to get a drawing

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[writingsbytee]

HIDDEN PT. 2

TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER

WARNINGS / TRIGGERS: SFW; minors do not interact; mentions of domestic violence; self-hate; angst; Terry is hard to read in the beginning.

SUMMARY: You’ve been working at Terry’s club for about a week now and you’re finally getting the hang of things. There might be a little jealous Terry in here if you squint. This “chapter” might be dialogue heavy. No Smut (yet!)

TROPES: grumpy x sunshine ; “touch her and die”; slow burn; 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Okaaay!! Part 2 is now available!! I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m really trying to work on my dialogue skills and some world building so bare with me. The SMUT will come soon, I just want you guys to get to know my version of Terry and Daphne.

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

PREVIOUSLY ON HIDDEN: 1

DAPHNE

“Girl! I see why you never left this job! The tips alone are enough to cover rent this month,” I said looking at the wad I already had in my mini apron. 

Lexi nodded, “See, what did I say? You won’t have to go back to the hospital for a while.” I contemplated the idea, sure the break from the physically, mentally, and emotionally draining job is nice. But, helping people, caring for them, that’s my passion. I’ll go back when I’m ready. As I wait for Lexi to make the next round of drinks for the police commissioner’s table, I turn and take in my surroundings.

The club is so unique. With a sunken lounge area and the circular light fixtures it almost has a 60s vibe. But with the seductive lighting and R&B playing it feels like a jazz club. Lexi slides the finished tray of drinks my way and I head towards the commissioner’s table. 

“Our favorite girl is back!” one of them shouted. They were all very close to being drunk, the drinks in my hand should do the job. 

“That’s me!” I said with my million dollar smile. I could already tell what kind of men I was dealing with, pretty boys who never heard the word ‘no’. I place all their drinks down and ask them if there’s anything else I can get them. 

“Aww c’mon leaving so soon? Stay and chat with us for a little while,” one of the men said. I huffed out a fake laugh, “I wish, but I’ve got to finish up my training”. They all boo’d in protest, but I just shrugged my shoulders and backed away. Breathing a sigh of relief I make my way back towards Lexi.

“Ouu girl, they like you,” she said laughing at me, 

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t wanna hear shit when the car is gassed up and the fridge is full. If they keep tipping me like this they can like me all they want,” i said cleaning off the counter. The lights started to dim as someone walked on stage. Out of my periferie I see Terry’s office door open. 

“Oop there go your man,” Lexi whispers in my direction. I huff out an annoyed breath, “Stop calling him that! What if someone hears you!” I whisper-shout, throwing my rag at her. Okay, so I might've developed a teeny-tiny crush on Terry. I don’t know how anyone can look at that man and not get swept up in his beauty. I keep it professional obviously, and it’s not even like he notices. Terry’s barely said two words to me since I started here. I sneak a peek at Terry over my shoulder and I feel my canine sink into my lower lip as I take in his attire.  

Dressed in a simple black long sleeve and matching black cargos and timberland boots. With the gold mini cuban link chain and glasses to top the look off, he’s any woman’s wet dream.

“Damn, Daphne could you be any more obvious?” Lexi asked, laughing at me. 

“Oh, shut up! Look at him, he’s too fine for his own good” I whisper, turning back toward my sister. I feel like a high school girl with a crush. I need to get a grip, fast. I grabbed the ice bucket, heading to the back to fill it up. I need to put some distance between myself and the green-eyed giant. I’ve only been working here about a week and I feel like I’m finally getting a hang of things. I bring the ice out and make my way over to my side of the bar. 

Eli, the police commissioner’s son, has become one of my regulars. After his dad leaves Eli usually stays to hit on whoever is within earshot. Tonight it looks like that’s me, “There she is!” he shouted, eyes low in his liquor induced haze. 

“Someone needs to get cut off I see,” I say, chuckling at Eli’s dopey grin. He groans, “Aww c’mon baaaby. Don’t b-be like that.” Eli reaches for my hand to grab my attention. Before he could open his mouth, the deep, sexy voice of my boss cuts him off.

“Eli quit harassing my staff before I cut you off,” Terry says, sliding into the seat next to Eli. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it T-man! It’s allllll good,” Eli said, his words starting to blend together.

“Annnd, you’re cut off. Eli give me your phone so I can get you an Uber,”I say, making grabby hands at Eli. He smirks peering over at Terry who looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “See, told you she wanted me,” he said, nudging his elbow into Terry’s ribs. I roll my eyes not wanting to satisfy him with a response. Eli’s cute, don't get me wrong, but I’m just not interested.

“Actually someone’s coming to relieve you Daphne, I need you in the back,” Terry says leaning up on the counter. My eyes widened as I looked over at Terry. He just smirks and nods his head toward the door marked ‘employees only’. I nod before wiping my hands off on my pants and head towards that door. I glance over my shoulder to see Terry whisper something in Eli’s ear before he makes his way toward me. 

“Ready for your first assignment?” Terry asks as he makes his way to me. 

A dry chuckle leaves my mouth, “Will it be worse than that?” I ask, pointing my thumb in Eli’s direction. 

Terry’s shoulders shake with quiet laughter, “I hope not, here, c’mon they’re right through here”

I knew Terry was serious about using my medical side to help him out, I just didn’t think it’d be so soon. My mind blanks as I try to shift my focus to that of a 3 year trauma/ICU nurse. Not knowing what I’m walking into I take off my rings and bracelets as we enter the door. Terry leads me down what appears to be basement stairs and then leads me to another door. Before we go in he turns to me standing shoulder-width apart with his hands crossed in his front (REFERENCE).

s it just me or did it get ten degrees hotter in here?

“This kind of goes without saying but, you don’t say anything about what goes on behind this door,” Terry said.

With a nod of my head I say, “Of course not, now let’s see what I’ve gotten myself into yea?”

TERRY

“Gunshot wounds!? Terry, what do you expect me to do with this?!” Daphne asked, examining the semi-conscious man laying on the table. I watched carefully as she threw her locs up in a messy bun and went to work on her “patient”.

“They’re just flesh wounds, mostly just need patching up. You can do that right sweetheart?” I ask leaning back against the door. She rolls her eyes and mumbles out a ‘yeah’. That eye rolling shit is really starting to get on my nerves with how much it turns me on. 

“What kind of supplies do you have?” She asks looking over at me. 

I move to a storage closet on my right and open the door for her, “In here is everything you should need.”  I grab a cart containing multiple drawers with the supplies she might need (reference). Once I wheel it over to her she pauses and looks at the cart then me. 

“This is a hospital grade crash cart,” Daphne said, raising a brow at me. Damn, she’s pretty when she does that too. 

I nod slowly, “Yes, yes it is. I figured how can I ask you to do a job without the proper equipment.”

She lets out a disbelieving chuckle, “How’d you get all this? And can you get it restocked when I’m done with him?”

“Well I can’t really tell you how I got everything, let’s just say everything has its price. I’ll have it restocked before you have to do this again”, I say. 

Daphne just nods and takes a deep breath before heading to the sink, “Well, I’m going to need an extra hand in here. Do you have time or can you send someone else in here?”

“I’ll stay,” I reply with a shrug. She flashes me a small smile before instructing me to wash my hands in the sink. Once I finish I saddle up beside her and wait for instructions. Daphne hands me a pair of gloves instructing me to put them on. 

“Do you have any medical training?”Daphne asks as she puts a stethoscope to Paul’s (gunshot victim) chest. 

“Basic CPR and some shit I had to do in the field,” I say checking Paul’s heart rate 

“What branch?” 

“Who said I was military?” I ask, smirking at her. 

“Terry, be serious, look at how you stand, how you always sit facing the door, and how you talk. Let’s just say it wasn’t that hard for me to tell. Hand me that syringe that says ‘Morphine’ please,” she smiled at me sweetly, pointing at the aforementioned syringe.

I feel my smirk widen against my will, “You’ve been watching me?” I ask, passing her the syringe. 

She rolls her eyes yet again, “Oh don’t flatter yourself. I spent over a decade in healthcare. 25% of those people are from military backgrounds.” 

“So who was it? Mom or Dad?” I ask, holding pressure on Paul’s wound while she places an IV. 

“Huh?”, she asks, not looking up from her task. I can admire the way her nose scrunches and she bites her lip as she works through her task.

“Who was in the military? Your mom or your Dad?” I ask again. 

Daph lets out a small giggle, “What gave it away?” 

I clear my throat and her eyes meet mine. I move my index finger back and forth pointing at me then her, “Same recognizes same, sweetheart.” She huffs out another small laugh before focusing back in. I’m thinking of one thing and one thing only as we work in comfortable silence, patching Paul up. I need to make her laugh again. 

“My mom, she was in the Navy. She was the best,”I say reaching for my locket that had her picture in it. 

Terry nods before looking at me, “I’m sure she was sweetheart. I’m sorry you lost her so soon”. He’s got the prettiest eyes. They’re so expressive I feel like he’s saying more to me with just a look than he ever could with words. 

2.5 HOURS LATER

DAPHNE

When Terry and I exit the basement his club is empty.  “That was good work in there Daph,” Terry said, eyeing me appreciatively. 

“Well it was a simple plug and patch like you said, you probably could’ve done it,” I say, rubbing my hand against the back of my neck. 

Terry takes a step toward me, “You sore?”

“Yeah a tiny bit, it’s been a while since I had to do that. I’ll be fine,” I say, straightening my spine and shifting my hips from side to side. 

“Here let me,” Terry moved behind me, placing his hands at the base of my neck. My spine straightened like a stick was shoved straight up my ass. He starts to knead the stiff muscles in my neck and I feel my shoulders start to slump. He continues to knead and massage the back of my neck. I don’t even notice that I’m leaning back against him.

“Mmm that feels nice,” I say, leaning my hand to the side. He’s so close I can feel his exhale against my neck, I know he can see the goosebumps. 

“Yeah?” he says. I don’t know if I’m imagining it or not but it feels like his lips brush my neck. Before I can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door. I can feel Terry tense up behind me, like somebody poured a bucket of ice water down his back.  

“Go to the back, get your stuff, and leave,” Terry said, taking a step back from me like I burned him. My mind was reeling, I just silently nodded and turned to make my way back to the locker room. Who was at the door that made him shift his whole persona? I’m putting all my shit in my tote back when I hear my phone ring from somewhere inside it. Once I find it I tap the green button putting the phone up to my ear.

“Hey Lex, I’m about to leave now,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder. 

“Perfect, I got a ride from Princess. I put my keys in your coat pocket so you wouldn’t have to Uber by yourself this late,” my oh so considerate sister says. 

“You’re too good to me. Dinner on me tomorrow, “ I say, finding the keys she mentioned. Lexi and I yap for a few minutes before we say our goodbyes. Leaving the locker room I bump right into Terry.

“Oh! Sorry didn’t see you there,” I hate how awkward and strained my voice sounds. Terry’s eyes are unreadable as he looks through me. 

“Time to go, I’ll walk you out,” he said then abruptly turned and started down the hallway. 

“What the fuck?” I mumble to myself. I know we aren’t best friends or anything, but I thought that Terry and I were at least breaking down that wall ‘boss/ employee’ relationship between us. I thought we could at least have some sort of civility toward one another. I follow him out towards the main floor of the club and make my way towards the door. There’s a group of men sitting in the center of the club, they all look hella shady. I pick up my pace a little bit so I can get the hell out of there. 

“Daphne?,” I hear as I walk past the table. I look up toward the voice and my blood runs cold. What the fuck is Rafa’s brother doing here?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  okay, okay. I know this one is short but the next one will be longer I promise. I kind of just wanted to focus on a little bit of character building because this is going to be a series. Let me know what you guys think! 

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[dee-writes-anime]

do you have any headcanons with soft yandere hawks?

Obsessed? No, Baby, this is Love

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY He's not crazy and he means well, that's all! OR yandere hawks headcannons

CONTENT WARNINGS Hawks being overprotective, stalker tendencies, obsessions, and stuff like that!

AUTHORS NOTE I love making headcannons! They're pretty stress free and it's nice to take a break once and a while from plotting and writing and instead just being able to yap. Thanks for the request anon! <3

Constantly checking in

Hawks texts you more than a grandma on Facebook. It starts with a simple “Hey, how’s your day going?” but quickly spirals into 57 messages asking if you’re eating, sleeping, and possibly getting your required dose of love for the day. “I know you're fine, but just wanted to check—are you still breathing? Have you drank enough water, or should I remind you again?” You almost feel like you’re his pet, except, you know, way cuter.

He’ll “protect” you (a.k.a. hover over you)

His wings? They’re not just for flying, no. They’re like a personal shield that always shows up at the worst possible moments. You’ll be minding your business, and suddenly, there’s Hawks, hovering two inches behind you like a warm, feathery cloud. “Just here to keep an eye on you,” he says. And you’re like, Can I breathe though?

Who doesn't love surpise gifts?! (that double as surveillance devices)

Hawks loves to surprise you with thoughtful little trinkets, but they always come with just a touch of paranoia. “I saw this keychain and thought it’d be cute for you!” Sure, it’s cute… until you notice the tiny GPS tracker hidden inside it. “It’s for your safety,” he says with a wink. Right, Hawks. We all know it’s just in case someone tries to get too close to you. How sweet… and creepy.

Oh! Funny running into you here! ^.^

You think you’ve got your life together, doing errands, living your best independent life, but oh wait—here’s Hawks, just happening to be at the same café as you. “What a coincidence! I was just nearby!” Uh-huh, right. And I’m just shocked you also happened to bring coffee for both of us. It’s fine, though—he’s just making sure you’re not plotting to run off into the sunset with someone who doesn’t know your coffee order by heart.

He hides his jealousy so well! (can you hear his eye twitching?)

You ever see someone try to hide a full-on mental breakdown with a forced smile? Yeah, that’s Hawks when anyone looks at you for more than a second. Someone says “hi” to you at the grocery store? Expect a dramatic, almost cinematic shift in his vibe. His wing stiffens, the smile freezes, and you can practically hear the internal scream. “Oh, hey, did you want to buy something from their cart? I’m sure they don’t mind…” Sure, Hawks. Totally not possessive.

He's so sweet!... why is it almost scary?

At first, you think it’s sweet when Hawks remembers that you prefer a certain type of tea. Then you realize he’s tracking everything. “Remember when you said you liked that red dress from last summer? I got you a matching scarf!” And you're just standing there like, “Thanks? Are you trying to get me to fall in love with you or just lock me down forever?” His answer? “Both. But mostly the first one.”

Overprotective in the most (un)subtle way!

If you ever think you're going out for a “normal” night, you’re so wrong. “You don’t have to go out tonight, do you? It’s really cold out, and I’d hate for you to catch a cold.” Translation: “I’d prefer if you just stayed here and let me watch over you like a hawk (pun intended).” You try to resist, but then he hits you with the puppy eyes, and suddenly, you’re canceling plans to stay in and binge-watch Netflix with him… because clearly, you’re too important to be out in the world without him.

He's obsessed in love with the little things!

Hawks is obsessed with every single part of you, even the things you don’t notice. He’ll bring up the exact way you tap your foot when you’re anxious or how you always hum that one song when you’re about to do something important. “I thought you’d like these earrings because you always wear that shade of blue.” He’s scarily good at remembering everything. And you’d be a little worried if you weren’t so flattered by the fact that this man can’t get enough of you.

Bottom line? Hawks is like the perfect mix of sweet and “don’t you dare leave me alone for more than five minutes” obsession. But hey, at least you don’t have to worry about losing your keys, right? Because he’s got a tracker on everything—including your heart.

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[steveharringtonat3am]

Imagine drummer!steve teaching you to play the drums?? He has you sit in his lap and guides your hands and totally does not get hard from feeling you shift around! He’s such a sweetie you know he gets excited whenever something you do sounds good!

allusions to smut at the end!

kinda a part two to this fic but this can be read on its' own!

You aren’t quite sure what Steve and you are. You’re pretty sure you’re not dating but you’re also pretty sure neither of you are interested in anyone else. The two of you have been having lots of fun, both in and outside the bedroom.

After your hookup, you honestly expected to never hear from Steve again. Sure, you had a mutual friend but he just seemed to be more of a one night stand kind of guy. He had mentioned a proper date but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed to be a formality offer. Something you say after fucking someone in a bar bathroom so they don’t feel cheap.

Of course, that wasn’t a very comforting thought.

But luckily for you, he did end up calling. He got your number from Robin, who was now filled in on what happened and consequently rewarded with copious amounts of candy in exchange for minimal teasing.

The proper date hadn’t happened just yet but you’d been having your fair share of fun.

‘You busy?’ Your screen lights up with the text. His name is saved as ‘Steve🥁’ which he had insisted upon when you added his contact to your phone.

It’s around 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday which isn’t an unusual time to receive a text from Steve but they’re not usually this vague.

‘Not at all. Why?’ You can already sense the invite, pulling yourself off the couch and heading to your room.

‘Wanna see you. Meet me at the bar? The door’s unlocked for you’. This is what catches your attention. You know that bars’ hours pretty well by now, having gone a few times to see Steve play but you’ve never gone at this time because it’s never been open this early. You know he’s not talking about a hookup since those always occur either in his apartment or yours.

You hop in the shower to wash the morning off, keeping your hair dry since you don’t need to wash it. You dress casual-ish, still unsure of the vibe but you can’t go wrong with jeans and a t-shirt. Doing a quick makeup routine, you throw on your shoes and drive over to the bar.

Sure enough, the door is unlocked. It’s completely empty, lights illuminating areas you’d never noticed.

“Hey!” Steve appears from backstage. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and sweatpants that you have to tear your eyes away from.

“Hi! You wanna tell me what we’re doing here?”

“Sure. You know how you told me you always wanted to learn how to play the drums? Ta-da” He gestures to the drum set next to him.

“…That was more of a compliment on how you play the drums because I wanted more kisses. Not a real want.” His grin doesn’t waver as he gestures you over.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” Your feet carry you over as the nerves sink in. What if you’re horrible and he decides you aren’t a good match? You hadn’t admitted it yet but you did really like him and you didn’t want to lose him so soon.

“I’m gonna suck you know that right?”

“You can’t suck because I’m the one teaching you and I don’t suck.” He sits infront of the drums and tugs you into his lap.

“Now I get why you wanted to teach me.” You grin as you adjust yourself on his lap. His grip on your hips tighten and you suddenly remember being in a very similar position a few days ago.

“Behave.” He mumbles into your ear, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder when you stop moving.

He passes you the sticks, covering your hands with his to show you the proper grip. You try your hardest to listen but he’s quite distracting.

“How about I show you some simple stuff and you try to replicate it, yeah?” You nod in response. Steves hands cover yours as he starts a slow beat. It sounds just barely familiar, like something you’ve heard him practice.

He pauses after a minute, letting go of your hands. You have to bite back a complaint as you attempt to recreate what he did. It’s kind of like those memory games you used to play as a kid.

“You got it!” He kisses your cheek, arms wrapped around your waist. It’s such a sweet hug that you just melt into it. You turn in his lap, legs swinging over to straddle him.

“Thank you for teaching me.” You mumble, kissing him softly.

“Isn’t that what boyfriends are for?” The word is dropped so casually you almost don’t register it.

“You’re my boyfriend?”

“…Shit did I forget to ask? Oh I knew this would happen.” He smiles sheepishly at your shocked expression.

“You forgot?” You ask incredulously.

“I was going to ask you that day we went to the farmers market I swear!” He can’t contain his laughter, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“Well, I would love to be your girlfriend.” You tug his face up, kissing him gently.

“Great!! Now let’s go to the dressing rooms!” He stands up, arms tight around you so you don’t fall as you’re forced to stand as well. He barely bothers to grab his stuff as he tugs you backstage.

”Why?” You hurry behind him, his urgency practically carrying you.

”You’re gonna sit on my lap again. But this time we won’t be wearing clothes.”

[creatorgoddess]

The Plug - Part Two

Summary: Azriel asked you on a date and Now It's time to go 🤪🥵🫠

Warnings: Drug use, MDNI

Word Count: 4,370 words

Notes: Thank you so much for the positive feed back on part one. I hope you guys Love part two. Another shout out to the inspiration for the series @tarotsoul

Part Two: The Concert 

You needed three things: food, a nap, and the perfect outfit for tonight. In that exact order.

You made something quick to eat, then passed out cold — still wearing Azriel’s clothes.

He’d begged you to give back his favorite sweatpants but let you keep the shirt. Said it looked better on you anyway.

When you woke up, you stood in front of your closet with the kind of focus usually reserved for final exams or hostage negotiations. You weren’t just getting dressed — you were setting the tone.

You pulled out piece after piece, debating the vibe. Sexy but effortless? Cool but not trying too hard? You needed something that said: Yes, I’m with him. But also… I’m the prize.

You landed on a black high-waisted skirt that snatched your waist and made your ass look unholy and a simple black shirt. 

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There was a knock on your apartment door at exactly 6:55 p.m.

When you opened it, Azriel was standing there — bouquet in hand, flowers vibrant and full... with two perfectly rolled blunts sticking out of the top.

Your brain short-circuited.

 Who even does that?

Who shows up dressed in all black, gold jewelry catching the hallway light, smelling like expensive cologne and bad decisions — holding a bouquet that said “I like you” and blunts that screamed “but I’m still him?”

And gods, he looked good. Don’t stare, you told yourself. Be cool. He’s just your plug who planned you a full date and looks like sin. Be. Cool.

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“You wanted to match me, I see?” you said, quirking a brow with a wicked smirk.

“What?” he replied, blinking like you’d pulled him out of a trance.

“You wanted to match me,” you repeated — not a question this time.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said, running a hand through his hair, smiling like he couldn’t help it.

“Sorry, you just look…” His gaze raked over you again, slow and deliberate, making you shiver.

“Amazing. Simple but—” he trailed off.

“These are for you.”

He held out a bouquet — tulips and peonies in soft pinks, sunny yellows, and creamy whites. But what really caught your eye?

The two perfectly rolled blunts sticking out the top like a stoner’s love letter.

You took the bouquet from him, your fingers brushing his, heat flaring instantly in your cheeks. “These are beautiful,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “And the blunts? A perfect touch.”

You turned to head back inside.

“Let me put these in water and grab my purse. Unless… you wanna smoke here?”

“We can smoke in the car on the way to dinner,” he said, stepping inside the door frame but not crossing it. “I made a reservation — and I don’t want to be late.”

You nodded like it was no big deal, even though your brain short-circuited again.

Reservation.

Like a real date.

With a man who smelled like lust and intention.

You moved to the kitchen, putting the flowers in water with trembling fingers, trying not to overanalyze the bouquet-with-blunts situation — which, somehow, made your heart flutter more than just flowers alone.

A man who knows my soul and my vices? Dangerous.

You darted into your room for your purse, nearly tripping over your own feet.

Breathe. It’s just a date. With someone who rolls perfect blunts and makes dinner reservations. Chill.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and grabbed your keys like it wasn’t a miracle your hands still worked.

“I’m ready,” you said casually.

He opened the door for you. Waited as you locked it.

Your brain was screaming.

Your ex once ‘planned a date’ by texting ‘you up?’ and then Venmo requested you for tacos. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. But you didn’t let it show.

 You smiled — composed. Perfectly chill. Even though something soft and stupid and hopeful had already started unraveling in your chest.

This might not just be a plug. This might be a problem.

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When you got to his car, Azriel opened the door for you — hand on the small of your back, guiding you in like a gentleman straight out of a fever dream. 

You reached across and opened his door from the inside. “Aren’t you considerate?” he said, sliding in with a smirk pulling at his mouth.

“I am a lady, after all,” you replied, laughing softly.

He started the engine, then reached into a hidden compartment in the center console, pulling out a perfectly rolled blunt and a lighter. He slipped the blunt between his lips and handed you the lighter — leaning in just enough for you to spark it as he pulled out of the lot. He took two long pulls before passing it to you. 

You accepted it like second nature. Inhaled. Held. Exhaled. Smooth.

“I love a hotbox,” he said, cracking the windows slightly, “but I don’t want to do too much. I don’t know your tolerance yet.” You rolled your window all the way back up and hit the blunt again. He scoffed. “Brave girl,” he teased — and rolled his up, too.

The entire ride to the restaurant was spent in thick smoke and even thicker vibes.

 You passed the blunt back and forth while vibing to This is [Favorite Artist] on Spotify.

At one point, he started mouthing the lyrics — and of course, he knew every single word.

When you finally pulled up to the restaurant, Azriel put the blunt out in the ashtray. “Don’t move,” he said, already getting out.

You watched him toss the keys to the valet like he did this all the time. Like it was nothing.

He came around to your side, opened the door, and extended a hand.

Scarred. Strong. And sexy for reasons you could not understand. You took it — warm palm sliding against yours — and let him help you out of the car like this was something you did every Friday.

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Dinner was delicious. Easy. The conversation flowed like you’d done this a hundred times before — talked about everything and nothing, trading stories and teasing jabs with no effort at all.

At one point, your hands had found each other on the table — his thumb slowly brushing over your knuckles in lazy, hypnotic circles.

When the check came, you reached for your purse without thinking. “Want to split it?”

Azriel looked at you like you’d just insulted his ancestors.

“No?” you laughed. He didn’t answer. Just handed the waiter his card like the matter wasn’t up for debate.

“At least let me cover the tip,” you offered, fishing out some cash. You had it in hand — ready to count out your best guess at twenty percent (since he didn’t even let you glance at the total) — when he gave you a look so serious, you paused.

“If you set so much as a dollar on this table,” he said, deadpan, “you will lose that hand.”

You snorted. A blush already creeping up your cheeks.“It’s fine, Az. I don’t mind helping,” you murmured, still holding the cash.

He shook his head once. “I don’t know what you’re used to, but I can promise you — you will never spend a dollar around me.”

His tone was calm. But there was something behind it — something that made your skin warm. 

Assertive. Decisive. Protective in a way you hadn’t known you liked until just now.

“Fine,” you said, stuffing the bills back into your purse, “but I’m willing to risk my hand to buy you a drink at the concert.”

That made him laugh. Then he dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table like it was nothing. Your eyes went wide. “That’s a twenty percent tip?”

He smirked. “No. But being on an amazing date with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met makes me extra generous.”

His hand slid around your waist, gently guiding you toward the exit — and just like that, your brain short-circuited again.

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On the drive to the concert, you were buzzing with excitement — still listening to great music, still smoking the last of the blunt.

When it finally burned out, Az tapped the ash into the tray and set it aside. His hand drifted across the center console, hovering just above your thigh… then quickly pulled back like he’d touched fire.

You laughed. “Are you afraid if you touch me it’ll burn or something?”

“No,” he said quickly, voice low. “I just… wasn’t sure if it was okay. It all feels so natural with you, I forgot I can’t just… touch you.”

You reached for his hand, gently pulling it toward you and placing it on your thigh — then layered yours on top.

The light turned red. He stopped the car and looked over at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

“You can always touch me, Azriel,” you said softly.

A mischievous grin tugged at his lips. “Oh yeah?”

“Not like that,” you rushed to clarify. “I mean yes, like that too—ugh. You know what? Never mind. You can never touch me again.”

“Okay,” he said, all fake seriousness, starting to pull his hand away.

You snatched it right back, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t you even think about it, Azriel.”

He laughed then — full and low and so pleased with himself you couldn’t help but smile.

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You and Azriel pulled into a dark alley, and he cut the engine. Without a word, he stepped out and walked around to your side, opening the door for you like always.

You eyed the alley suspiciously. “Oh yeah. This isn’t ominous at all.”

He smirked. “I know I told you I’m a trained killer, but I’m not going to hurt you. I would never.”

And you believed him.

“Perks of dating your assassin-plug,” he added with a wink, lacing his fingers with yours as he led you deeper into the alley and around the corner.

There, a door guarded by two massive men came into view.

Azriel dapped them both up, passed each a small baggie like it was nothing, and they stepped aside.

Still holding your hand, he pulled the door open and led you inside.

The room was dark and hazy — black leather couches, low lighting, smoke hanging heavy in the air.

People clocked Azriel immediately. A slow ripple of recognition moved through the room.

One by one, guys came up to greet him — handshakes, back claps, low murmurs of “Good to see you, man.”

You stuck close to his side, trying not to stare as the crowd slowly parted.

And there they were.

Your favorite artist. Sitting casually on one of the couches, chatting like they didn’t have millions of fans losing their minds over them every day.

Your heart rate spiked. Your stomach flipped.

Azriel noticed instantly.

He slipped his arm around your waist, fingers brushing your lower back as he leaned in and whispered, “You got this.”

You weren’t sure if you did…

But for him, you were going to try.

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“Oh shit,” your favorite artist said, eyes lighting up as soon as they spotted Azriel.

They jumped up from the couch and pulled him into a hug — one he returned effortlessly, still holding your hand.

“This is Y/N,” Azriel said, glancing over at you.

Your favorite artist turned to you, already grinning. “Can I give you a hug?”

You panicked a little. Internally, you were screaming. But you managed a nod.

They wrapped you in a tight, familiar hug, and you felt like you might actually combust. Your all-time favorite artist was hugging you. This was real life.

“Y’all wanna smoke?” they asked, already turning back to the couch.

Azriel guided you to a love seat beside them, sitting down and keeping a gentle hand on your thigh, thumb brushing slowly over the fabric.

Then — like magic — he pulled a Ziploc bag from a hidden pocket you hadn’t even noticed and tossed it to the artist.

They caught it, popped it open, and took a long whiff.

“This is why you’re my favorite,” they said, grinning.

“Yo, Za — get this man right.”

A large guy walked over and handed Azriel two crisp hundred dollar bills. Azriel tried to give it back. “That’s too much.”

“Never for you,” the artist said, already pulling a blunt from behind their ear. “You always come through with the gas.”

Azriel gave a reluctant nod and pocketed the cash.

The blunt was lit. Smoke filled the air. And even though you were there — sitting in that room, on that couch, beside that man — it didn’t feel real.

You were floating. Somewhere between a dream and the best night of your life.

And then, after a few more rounds of laughter and smoke, Azriel took your hand and led you to your private box.

The lights dimmed. The crowd roared. The concert began.

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The concert was phenomenal. Azriel had his arms around your waist the whole time, swaying with you to every beat, grinding when the tempo dropped, whispering sweet, dizzying things in your ear that made your knees weak. 

After the show, he guided you backstage, where you wrapped your favorite artist in praise, still grinning like you were floating.

“Stay for the after party,” they said to you both. “We would,” Azriel replied, dapping them up, “but duty calls.”

The artist pulled you into one more hug — a little tighter this time — and your heart did that fluttery thing again.

By the time you made it back to the car, you were lightheaded. That post-concert high that didn’t always hit — but tonight, it hit hard.

Azriel opened the passenger door, waited until you were in and buckled, then closed it gently. He slid in beside you, started the car… but didn’t drive. Not right away. He looked at you like you were something rare. Something luminous.

“I’d buy you the whole world if it meant seeing you look this happy,” he said — voice softer, deeper than you’d ever heard it.

“Tonight was amazing,” you said, reaching across the console to squeeze his hand. “Thank you so much.”

The drive home was quiet — not awkward, but warm. Chill music filled the space, your hand resting on top of his again as he rubbed slow, lazy circles into your thigh.

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When you got back to your apartment, Azriel — ever the gentleman — walked you to your door. You unlocked it, then turned to look at him.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, eyes burning.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked, biting your lip. 

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly just as nervous as you.

“I’d love to, but I don’t want you to think you have to—”

Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him inside. He gasped, stumbling over the threshold.

Your eyes flicked down. Yeah. He was definitely into that.

You smirked. “You like to be handled?”

 His voice was low, rough. “Not usually.”

“Hmmm,” you replied, already turning toward your bedroom.

He just stood there, stunned — completely wrecked by how little it took for you to undo him.

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Loser boy Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x F!Reader

summary: you love your boyfriend. you really do. but sometimes, he gets on your nerves more than he should. and during this supposed romantic trip, you decide it's too much (it's not). you can't get enough of your loser boy, after all.

warnings: it's not angst it's a happy fic. swearing, drugging (not Thanos, someone else). toxic vibes but they both match each other's freak, drugs.

a/n: I should get to the main projects. really. i hope you'll enjoy this tho.

"Piece of shit!"

The door slammed, and a wall trembled. Tears filled your eyes as you stumbled out of the Airbnb, gasping for air, trying to cool your flushed face.

Your boyfriend was a bastard. Well, almost.

You’d booked this trip to Genoa for months, excited beyond measure. Even he was tired of the air in Seoul and the dampness of his studio. It was also an excuse to get him away from his drug supplier, but you'd rather die than admit that.

But he was unbearable. You’d been together for two years or so, though you didn’t keep track of the transition from whatever you were to a couple. You didn’t live under the same roof for several reasons - and now another one had just been added.

"I HATE YOU!" You kicked the door. He didn’t respond. Bastard! Jerk! When things went wrong, he'd retreat to the terrace to smoke a cigarette, escaping your screams like a coward.

"Yeah, go away, bitch!"

You heard a chuckle on the other side of the door. He was talking to his bastard friend, the one you called the 'crow', Nam-gyu. Sometimes, you suspected that this damn Nam-su, as he called him, was jealous of you and made you two fight more often.

The spark between you and your guy flared up over the smallest things. When he shouted too loudly, his chest rising quickly, wet purple hair falling over his temples (it was usually after coming back from the studio) - he rarely wore a shirt at home - you'd see his tattoos, the lines across his chest, and your fingerprint tattooed above the waistband of his pants sliding down - he was hot as hell. It often ended in your head pressed on the mattress, vape smoke in your face and against your neck.

But today wasn’t about passion. Not the shouting that would end with you two throwing yourselves at each other. No, today you wanted to shove his head into the toilet and he wanted to rip your press-ons off one by one. You didn’t even remember how it started or what it was about.

Usually, it'd be a small fight because he didn’t close the ‘damn lid,’ and you'd explain that 'it only takes a simple arm movement.' Normally, he'd make a hand gesture to say, 'Yeah, tomorrow I'll do it, don’t worry.' You’d flip out, he’d pull you onto his lap, kiss you, calm you down lazily, and that’d be the end of it. But today, he pissed you off.

Since the morning, you’d been moving around the Airbnb, hanging up laundry, cleaning the shared space for these two weeks that had somehow become disgusting in just a few days, cooking quick pasta, scrubbing the toilet - all while your boyfriend lounged on the couch like a lazy bastard, doing nothing but scrolling through his phone and ignoring you. Every thirty minutes, a slap on the ass when you passed by him.

You flipped out. Bastard, coward, incapable, lazy, not a man - but a pathetic excuse for one. He didn’t even look up from his screen, muttering an “okay.”

Maybe being away from his substances was hard for him. You calmed down, went to your room to grab your swimsuits, hoping to suggest a swim to ease your nerves. Then you found, under his pillow (not even bothering to hide it), a bag of white powder. Your heart had pounded in your chest as you had thrown it in front of him.

"Yeah, it’s nothing. Not even the good stuff. Just a little something from Tuesday at the club." That was it. You screamed until your lungs burned and declared it was over.

You loved him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was meant to be a casual relationship. You were used to assholes - your exes were all lazy good-for-nothings. Thanos too. He was just more fun. Sometimes more affectionate, every three weeks, when the substances weren’t around, when you were in his arms, and he woke up at three in the morning, feeling your arms to make sure you were there, kissing your neck, whispering that he loved you. That was enough.

Not anymore. Not when you were in tears with your suitcase on the rainy asphalt, wiping your mascara-streaked eyes with the back of your hand. A few passersby gave you a glance, but most didn’t care. Two women stopped to offer you a tissue, and you smiled, sniffing.

Where to go? You had no one in Italy. This was supposed to be a romantic vacation.

And it was very, very stupid. Very. You were nearing thirty. He had already passed that milestone. Sometimes you found yourself looking at your bare ring finger with weariness, watching the years slip by.

Thanos wasn’t about marriage. No kids. In a year, at any moment, he’d meet some girl and forget about you. But you found yourself getting attached to him. Imagining laughter, then fighting, before kissing each other goodnight. Hugging him. You imagined putting up with him after his concerts.

Were you in love with him, or with the idea of a happy future? It didn’t matter. You wanted him.

But he kept breaking you. You needed to move on. Too many bad guys you’d met. You needed peace.

Your fingers urged you. You pushed open the door of a hotel, took a room, and grabbed your keys. Then you entered the elevator, letting your body relax.

In your room, you left your suitcase closed and lay on the bed, scrolling through social media. It was night outside. Would he notice you were gone? Would he text you? Probably not. If he did notice your absence, it would be if he asked if you wanted to order a pizza for tonight or go out to eat.

Your heart squeezed. Why did you only ever remember the good memories? Dripping pizza oil. Sharing the crust (you both hated them, but he pretended to like them to please you). Then ordering a dozen donuts, devouring them while watching a YouTube video about the world’s biggest pools or the downfall of an influencer. He loved those videos. He'd look at you with a very serious look all while saying 'You know, I met this guy at the club once, a real jerk' (he’d been praising him a month ago, but you wouldn't remind him - you found it cute).

It often ended softly. After one donut too many, you’d complain about a roll of fat, he’d kiss your belly, your thighs. It was sweet. He’d take you gently, looking into your eyes.

The pills stayed in Korea. You had Su-bong all to yourself.

Except today. Again. You wiped your tears and scrolled when you dropped your phone with a scream.

My loser boy incoming call.

Heart racing, you hit mute and calmed yourself. It was your man, damn it! He’d called faster than you’d expected. You ignored the call. Once your phone stopped vibrating, you breathed again. But you didn’t dare grab it. Instead, you picked up one of the hotel magazines and pretended to flip through it.

After about ten minutes, unable to take it anymore, you grabbed your phone. But there were no messages. Your heart sank back into your chest. Oh.

Unaware, you drifted off to sleep on the magazine. You woke with a start after a bad dream. First, calming your heart, you tried to remember what the hell you were doing here, and then all the bad memories rushed back.

You grabbed your phone to check the time. You turned off silent mode.

Absolutely nothing. No messages. Your heart clenched. Only the call.

After that, the day moved at a painfully slow pace. You couldn’t get back to sleep. You went out into the city, which seemed eerily empty. You visited the stores. You re-visited the stores. You walked around the city so many times that you knew the faces of the shopkeepers by heart. You went to the aquarium. Took some photos.

Nightfall came quickly. Not a single message from the one you’d imagined a future with. Your throat tightened when you thought about it, and you preferred to ignore it.

That evening, a bad idea seized you. Horrible. Going to a club without your man and without telling him. It was really cruel of you.

Back at the hotel, you changed into a little pair of shorts and a crop top, then did your makeup and went out into the night. The air brushed your bare shoulders.

Thanos wasn’t a big romantic. But he would give you his sweater. Even if it was just an excuse to watch your legs peek out from under his shirt. To run his hand over your thighs without anyone noticing. It warmed your heart. His fruity smell. The scent of laundry. You missed him.

You’d searched for any club with enough ratings to not be too shady. One seemed reassuring enough. You found the sign after about twenty minutes of walking. Hesitant, you walked in. You liked Su-bong. And you were tired of suffering.

Upon entering, the warm air hit your face, and the scent of leather filled the space. The dimmed lights shifted between a bluish purple. Just like Thanos’ studio. The times he’d trained you, then bent you over his desk full of papers, and instead of recording, he kept you all to himself in his favorite place on Earth.

Stop thinking about that! You pushed forward through the club and found a spot to slip into, then ordered a drink. You weren’t there to dance. Just to forget for a while. With a glass in hand, you found a little sofa and collapsed onto it, sinking for a moment, thinking about your man.

What should he be doing? Where was he? Was he thinking about you? It had only been a day. You could go weeks without seeing each other when he was on tour.

Yes, but he wrote to you every day. You called each other morning, noon, and night, whether brushing your teeth, working on your notes, eating, or even while in the bathroom.

He wasn’t the most attentive man. Sometimes, after long passionate hours, he’d end up blowing his vape and falling asleep instantly with just a lazy kiss on your cheek.

But he was there. That was enough. That kind of love was enough for you.

Your heart clenched. Should you call him? Should you…

“Hey, can I sit here?”

A man was smiling at you, speaking in english. His hair was slicked back with too much gel, his teeth not quite aligned, and he was wearing a leather jacket over skinny pants. His cologne was overpowering. But the drinks were starting to hit, and his face blurred a little.

“Uh…”

The man took your hesitation as a yes. He dropped down in front of you, grabbed your drink, and examined the contents. Then he called over a bartender.

“Hey, could you make that for two?”

The bartender nodded and disappeared.

“So, where are you from? On vacation?”

“Uh…”

The only person who understood your silences was Thanos. He knew you sometimes took time to formulate responses. He often finished your sentences with his tongue in the back of your throat. That was enough.

“I…”

“No worries, drink up, and we’ll laugh later, HAHA.”

The drinks arrived. You grabbed one immediately and took a sip. The drink burned your throat.

The man blurred again. You don’t know how it happened. One second you were drinking, and the next, everything was blurry and foggy, his hand on your hip, while you felt your body melt against someone who smelled way too much like cologne.

Thanos never wore such bad cologne. Shoes and perfume were two things he invested in. You were the third.

His arms felt weird. Something vibrated in your pocket. You heard yourself apologize, running to the bathroom, collapsing into the neon light as the bass thudded in your ears.

My loser boy

Where tf are you?

Girl get your ass back here

on everyone's soul you’re a bitch.

okay, I get it.

Heyyyy

Heyyyyyy

HEY

Mrs. Choi

Hey

its three in the morning ive learned my lesson

Sorry, ok? It's hard for me too, yk. the pills are to forget my dad I know I shouldn't when you're here but it hurts

Bb

😞

Bitch

I hate you

I'm going to block you

Fuck I unblocked you, come back now

Where are you?

Are you ok?

Over thirty missed calls.

Tears streamed down your cheeks. You didn't realize it. Your heart was pounding fast.

Hy im az club Milano Genoa

You collapsed. The bathroom door opened.

"Where's my ragazza carina?"

The phone vibrated immediately. You clicked the green button.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Who's this punk?" spat the man from the club.

Thanos was walking quickly, his voice was shaking. You saw the dark night rushing by.

"Fuck, stay with me. Did you drink?"

"I'M HANGING UP. She's with me." The gel-haired man chuckled. You tried to move, but you couldn't, though you managed to grab your phone. That little shit had put something in your drink.

"Su-bong I..." Tears were falling. "I’m..."

"Baby, I’m coming. Get away from this guy. Hide in a stall."

"He put... something... in the glass."

"Shit."

The phone turned off in your hands. The gel-haired man grabbed you. You missed Thanos so much. Su-bong. You tried to struggle in vain.

"Come on, doll. We're going to my place. You're going to have fun."

You wanted to resist. You were lifted off the ground, like a sack of potato.

Time stretched.

The air became cool - you were outside.

The man was yanked away.

The first punch landed on his jaw.

He staggered.

The second in the stomach. You fell from the top of the man onto the concrete, headfirst, and suddenly, your vision cleared.

The street was illuminated by a few streetlights. You were very close to the club where the music was pulsing. A few people gathered and started filming.

"Son of a bitch!" yelled Thanos' voice. "I'm gonna smash your jaw."

The man laughed and tried to hit Thanos, but he leaned back. "Ohhh, calm down, son of a bitch. You know who I am, huh? No? Well, if you don't want to deal with me, you better get out of here. And..."

Thanos landed a punch under the man's jaw again.

"Don't touch-"

Another blow forced the man to grab the wall for support.

"-my woman."

One last hit sent him crashing to the ground.

"Figlio di puttana! You leave your girl alone in the club? Of course some man's gonna snatch her!"

Your man landed a punch to the guy’s face.

Thanos fought often. He never hit the face. But in one second, he broke that rule. You heard the crack of bones.

You weren’t going to stop him. You smirked.

Your man looked sexy when he fought. He wore his neon t-shirt, and his hair was a bit damp - as if he had just stepped out of the shower. His jaw was forward, you could see the indentation of his rings on the man’s gelled face. His tattoos - because he was in a t-shirt - traced down his arm.

You half-collapsed to the ground to make things worse and to observe peacefully. Go on! Fight!

Suddenly, the man remembered you. He turned and spat on the ground.

"That purple hedgehog is your boyfriend? Really?"

Su-bong also turned to look at you, momentarily taking his eyes off the man. That is when he received a punch to the face that made him step back three big strides with a grunt.

You opened your eyes, jumped to your feet, suddenly awake.

"Hey! DON'T TOUCH MY MAN, YOU PIECE OF SHIT."

Now it was two against one. You gritted your teeth and drove your elbow into his stomach. Su-bong smirked and took a step back, wiping the bottom of his jaw with his thumb as he watched you with amusement.

"That's my girl."

You didn’t smile at him, you were busy with the guy.

"Do whatever you want, asshole. But you don’t touch my man."

The man tried to escape, but you were deadly. You landed a kick to his balls, then turned back to Thanos, who was licking his lower lip.

"I don't know if I wanna fuck you or punish you for leaving."

"We can do both. Later."

He smiled. He grasped your hand as the man writhed in agony, and you both sprinted through the dark alleys of Genoa.

Finally, you arrived at the Airbnb.

"Is it really this close?!"

"It looks like it. Thank God."

He opened the door with his elbow - he hadn’t had time to lock it since he’d rushed out so quickly. As soon as it slammed shut, he pressed his lips against yours fiercely, and you returned his kiss with equal fervor, moaning against his lips.

He pulled away after a few moments, looking at you.

"I’d love to rip that top off of you, but you’re just going to tell me we need to talk," he breathed heavily. "Let’s talk."

You fixed your hair back into place. "We have nothing to say."

He smirked. "We can say nothing, señorita. You just have to ask."

You gave his shoulder a playful slap.

"Hey, we’re not solving everything in bed! I’m not happy with your behavior this week."

He dropped onto the couch, feigning boredom, but you could tell he was pretending, wanting to make things right as well. You crouched down in front of him, noticing a spark in his eyes when your hands rested on his thighs. It was intentional, a way to get him to listen, and it worked. He swallowed hard and observed you.

"I want you to be a little more serious. To take us seriously. Sometimes, I feel like you want us to break up for good."

He shook his head, grabbed your chin with his palm, and stared at you silently. Not with lust, but with a gentle desire. Something calm. Love.

"You’re my first girlfriend."

You hadn’t expected that. Your eyes slightly widened. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Every night, I have nightmares where you leave. I’m afraid one day you’ll just go for real. Pack your shit and go. It's easier to be a lazy shit so that I'll believe you had a reason for leaving."

It was your turn to shake your head, stand up, and sit next to him on the couch.

"I don’t want to leave. I want you. Forever."

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close as he traced circles on your arm. Then, he kissed your crown, breathing in the scent of your hair.

"I know."

A hand lifted yours, touching your left ring finger. You looked up at him, surprised.

"I think about it. But I don’t want to screw this up like my dad did. You deserve better."

He kissed your lips again.

"I won’t let you find better, though. Not like that asshole in skinny jeans," he sneered.

You sat up straight.

"Do you really think about it?"

"About skinny jeans? Nah, that's gross-"

You sat on his lap.

"About a life together."

He grabbed your hips and adjusted you comfortably on him.

"Yeah. I don’t want to mess this up. You’re the woman of my life, I know that. I just need to-"

You gently placed your mouth on his, not moving. Long seconds. Only to feel his sweet scent. Then, you pulled away, and watched his mesmerised dark eyes.

"You know, I fell in love with the guy who spent the night on my bed uninvited. Because my friend had abandoned him at a party, only for him to get black-out drunk. I was scrolling, when that purple-haired loser was dropped at my place like a child to a babysitter, just because my friend was lazy to take care of him and wanted to party. 'Just for tonight', he told me. Well, he lied. I am now stuck with that purple-haired loser forever."

You faked a grimace.

"I fell in love with the guy who vomited on my carpet and on me. I brushed his teeth and took off his disgusting socks. The one who called me a bitch because he thought I was the bar girl that rejected him."

Your fingers pushed a strand of hair from his eyes.

"I think I’m capable of accepting any version of you," you whispered. "I love you."

He made a slight grimace; he wasn’t fond of words like that. But he tightened his grip on your hip, applying a gentle pressure, and mumbled something.

"I didn’t hear that?"

(You heard it perfectly.)

"I love you too," he muttered.

You kissed him with a soft laugh. Maybe he'd be a piece of crap tomorrow again. Maybe he'd keep stealing your razors because they were softer on him and he loved the Aloe Vera scent. Maybe he wouldn't close the toilet lid (he wouldn't). But you liked him that way.

After all, he was your loser boy.

lmk what you think!! half-proofread because I'm so tired.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Stress Relief | Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Katsuki Bakugo x AFAB Reader 💋

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: A quick unedited one shot where the reader is stressed and Katsuki decides to help her de-stress :) Nothing complicated here, just sexy vibes.

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, spicy scenes, fingering, lemon, Smut, Dirty Talk, Hurt/Comfort

It’s dark in your dorm when Katsuki Bakugo slips through the unlocked door. You’re starting to fall asleep when you see the door open a crack, the light from the hallway illuminating his pale features with its glow.

You’re exhausted and not in the mood to talk to him, not after the day you had. You glare at him from your bed as he quietly shuts the door behind you.

“Come on, babe. Don’t give me that look.” He groans, padding over to your bed and slipping beneath the covers beside you. “You know that I can’t take it easy on you when we spar. You don’t get special treatment in class just because you’re my girlfriend.”

You turn away from him to face the wall, ignoring him. Not only had Katsuki hit you with an over the top, uncalled for special move in training – it was a move you had never seen before. You had thought the two of you shared absolutely everything. You were almost at the end of your third year at UA, chasing graduation. For the past year and a half, you two had been daydreaming about starting a hero agency together. If Katsuki had hid an insane special move from you only to bring it out in a simple training match…what else was he hiding?

“I know that look.” He says as he wraps his arms around you. He’s so strong and sturdy you can’t help but melt into him. “I didn’t tell you about the move because I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you would be more excited about it, honestly. Come on, babe. Don’t be mad.”

You sigh, your whole body sore from where he walloped you with his overenthusiastic explosion earlier that day. Finally, you acknowledge him. “I’ve showed you all of my special moves – even the secret ones. And yet…you kept this insane move a secret even from me. Sometimes I don’t think you trust me.”

He’s quiet for a moment, rolling your words around in his mind. When he does speak, there’s a tinge of hurt in his voice. A vulnerability that only a few people will ever hear form Katsuki Bakugo. “Babe…I didn’t realize I was keeping it a secret. I was really excited to show you. I don’t want you to feel like I don’t trust you. You’re the only person who knows absolutely all of me. You gotta believe that.” He squeezes his arms lightly around you, reinforcing the words.

You huff with frustration. “Yeah, I know, okay? I’m just really achy and pissed off that you decided to debut some flashy move while fighting me. Why couldn��t you unleash it on Kaminari or Kirishima?”

He buries his face in the back of your neck. “I was tryin’ to impress ya, is all.”

“I’d be a lot more impressed if you didn’t blast the hell out of me during a training exercise.” You try to scoot away from him and end up stretching out your muscles at an odd angle. You cry out softly at the pain.

“Did I hurt ya that bad?” He says, concern lacing his words. “You’re made of such tough stuff…but maybe I took things a little too far in the ring.” His hands run across your body soothingly, trying to rub out any aches and pains that he may have caused during your sparring.

“It’s fine. Honestly, it was a really stressful day and your new ‘special move’ was just the icing on top of the cake. I just need it to be the weekend already.” You sigh out. The past few weeks have been so stressful at school and at your work study. You’re tired and overworked, and you could really just use a break. Katsuki unleashing the full force of his explosion hell on you in class was definitely not something you were mentally or physically prepared for – all you want to do now is rest.

“I know you’ve been real stressed lately. Sorry if I added to it.” He mumbles into your shoulder, leaving light kisses along your skin. You shiver when you feel the tip of his tongue dart out to trace a shape on the sensitive skin of your clavicle.

“Hey…you know what we haven’t done in a while?” His voice suddenly brightens and his hand snakes down to grip your stomach lightly over your shirt. “I can think of a great way to give you a good dose of stress relief.” He smooths his hand down the plane of your stomach and finds the hem of your shirt, dipping underneath the thin fabric so that he can fan out his fingers across your delicate skin. “Let me take your stress away with my fingertips, sweetheart.” He begins to run his fingers back and forth under the waistband of your sweatpants. The sensual touch causes a sparking sensation to gather down in your core. Everywhere he touches, goose bumps pop up on your skin.

“…Kats.” You say, warningly. The walls of the dorm are notoriously thin, and you don’t want to be on the receiving end of one of Mr. Aizawa’s lectures about safe sex, creating a culture of respect, the dorm rules, etc.

“Just keep quiet. I’ll make it quick as I can. No one ever has to know.” He leans in and starts to plant slow, open mouthed kisses along your neck, his fingers dipping lower and into dangerous territory. He brings the palm of his hand to rest right above your panties and slowly starts to circle your clit from over the delicate cotton fabric.

“Oh.” You breathe out, your body coming back to life as Katsuki touches you. He’s always so direct, so sure of himself. His approach to sex is reflective of that – don’t beat around the bush, just get to the heart of the pleasure.

“Yeah?” He whispers wetly before nipping at your earlobe. “You like when I touch you here?”

“Duh.” You hiss through your teeth. Katsuki pulls his hand away from your pussy and you almost cry out at the loss of contact. He brings his ring and middle fingers to his mouth and sucks, coating them in a thick sheen of saliva. He then moves to touch you again, this time sliding his hand beneath your panties for better access. When his warm, wet fingers hit your clit – your body absolutely lights up. All aches and pains are gone – its just you, Katsuki, and his magical fingers.

He starts out slow, circling around your clit until your grinding your butt back into him. He loves this – spooning you while he gets you off. He loves a good power dynamic, and this is no exception. In this position, Katsuki has most of the control. He likes that you know it, too.

He circles your clit lazily for a while, letting you get a feel for it. As you start to buck into him, he decides to speed things up, dipping his fingers low so he can gather some slick from your entrance before sliding them back up to work more on your clit. Within seconds you’re begging for him to get inside you, and he obliges – slipping a single digit into you slowly while giving your clit the attention it deserves with his thumb. He lets you hump his hand, finding the angles that work best with your body and causing you to see stars.

It’s when he slips a second finger into you that you start to get close. You feel his cock harden against the curve of your ass, eager to please. He starts leaving a trail of hot hickies along your shoulder – sucking in your sensitive skin between his sharp teeth and then kissing over marks he leaves behind. The combination of sensations is far too much, and you feel yourself get closer and closer to falling off the edge. The way Katsuki's fingers are slipping, sliding, stretching...it's far too much. You want to groan in pleasure, but you keep your mouth shut as best you can.

His fingers pump in and out of you with practiced skill, and you clap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from moaning out his name for all of the dorm to hear.

“Kats!” You say in a muffled voice from behind your hand. “Kats, I’m close.”

That’s all he needs to hear. He brings his fingers out of you to focus on your clit for a bit, drawing circles and triangles and figure eights and whatever other fuckin’ shapes he knows how to make around your sensitive bundle of nerves until your legs are shaking. Then, when he feels he’s gotten you hot and bothered enough, he slides two fingers deep into your cunt, flicking them in an attempt to hit your G spot.

And holy shit he does.

Katsuki hits that delicious spongy spot deep inside you and your body jerks with pleasure. He smirks at the reaction, proud of himself for figuring you out so quickly. He hits the spot again and again and again until your pussy tenses up and falls into one of the finest orgasms you’ve had in your life. You cum so easily, your whole body shaking as he takes you apart with nothing but his fingertips. The waves of the orgasm hit you full force, your body tingling and jerking in time with his targeted movements. He lets you ride out your orgasm, mumbling quiet praise into your ear as you grind through your high.

“That’s my good girl, so perfect for me. Cumming on my fingertips so nicely. Fuck babe. Fuck you’re gorgeous. Keep cumming for me please.”

His words are just as sexy as his hand down your pants, and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have landed someone as hot as Katsuki.

When you finally finish, he slides his hand out of your panties and pulls you close. He plants a hundred kisses across your neck and shoulder, happy to have been of service. You lay in silence for a moment – you catching your breath, him glowing with pride at a job well done.

“Did I manage to take away some of your stress?” He whispers cheekily. The damn idiot is so proud of himself, as always.

“S-sure.” You try to sound calm, cool and collected but the break in your voice is enough. Katsuki knows that he achieved exactly what he set out to do. You melt back into his chest and start to doze. What a day it's been! You're too tired to speak anymore, but you manage to squeak out: “Thanks babe. Love you.”

“Love ya, too.” He says, settling in under the covers and planting a last kiss on your back. “But I’m still not taking it easy on ya during training.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Is the last thing you say before drifting off into a sound sleep.