#I’m so sorry to subject you all to this

[tywrites]

burnt out | mateo manta

pairing: mateo manta x gn!reader

warnings: smut, minors dni!!!, blowjobs, little angsty at the beginning, petnames, subby mateo

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, i just wanna take care of him </3 i hope you enjoy hehe

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“Well, if it isn’t my favourite human!”

Mateo always looked happy to see you, but there was something… different this time. His smile looked a little strained, his eyes tired as he tried his hardest to avoid your gaze. His tone seemed excited, but a bit forced. You raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Uh oh, only your favourite?” You teased, leaning down to give the inanimals some attention, giving Stitch a good scratch behind the ear. She barked animatedly and rolled over for belly rubs.

He chuckled. “Ohhh I see. You’re trying to win over all the inanimals now too, huh?”

You smiled down at the cluster of knit and threads bouncing around you. “Well, you did say you were a package deal,” you said, glancing up at him with a glint in your eye.

“Hmm, I did say that, didn’t I?” He hummed. “I guess I can’t really be mad about that. It’s one of the things I love most about you…”

You could feel your cheeks heat up at his sweet words. He seemed to always know exactly what to say to get you all flustered. But you couldn’t let that distract you. Something was clearly wrong. His smile didn’t meet his eyes and his nervous tic of pulling at the blanket around his shoulders was already showing. He picked at the seams absent-mindedly, a bad habit he tried hard not to indulge, especially in front of the inanimals.

He was stressed. Plain and simple.

“Mateo?” You said his name carefully, not wanting to come across as overbearing but the concern in your voice was still evident.

He looked at you, half smile on his face.

“Yes, amor?”

“Are you doing okay?”

The easiest way to talk to Mateo about stuff that was bothering him was to confront it head on. If you danced around the subject, you’d never get anywhere. He hated admitting when he was struggling; he was very independent in that way. A workaholic through and through.

Blunt was the way to go.

He paused at your question, his silence doing the work of answering better than he ever could. He looked like he was about to deny it, like he was going to go through the usual spiel you give when someone asks how you are – “I’m good, how are you?”

But at the last second, something shifted. As though the pillow fort he’d built up around him had come tumbling down. A shaky sigh left his lips, threatening to turn into a sob. He didn’t want to cry, not in front of the inanimals. He stood up abruptly, taking your hand and leading you upstairs swiftly, silently.

You followed, a bit bewildered. Once you’d reached your bedroom, he gave Betty a short look. She seemed to understand immediately, rising and leaving the room, giving you both a polite nod. When you were alone, it was as if Mateo couldn’t hold it back any longer. He took an unsteady breath in and sat down on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands.

You’d never seen him like this. So downtrodden.

Once over the initial shock, you reached out immediately – you sat down next to him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. You could hear quick breaths and sniffles coming from your boyfriend and even though his face was hidden from you, you could tell he was crying.

“’Teo? Love?” you tried gently, your hand on his shoulder giving a comforting squeeze. “Please look at me,”

He sniffed and after a moment, raised his head to face you. It broke your heart to see him like this, his face all crumpled. His brown eyes shone with unshed tears, brimming over the lash line before falling down his round cheeks.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he began, his voice sounding strained. “You shouldn’t have to see me like this,”

He tried in vain to wipe the tears away, rubbing at his face hard with the sleeve of his duvet jacket. This only seemed to accomplish making his face more red. And sore. He was stopped by a gentle hand closing over his wrist, pulling it onto your lap. You held his hand, your thumb drawing circles on the back of it.

“Please don’t apologise to me, love. This is what I’m here for – to listen. I just want to hear what happened, if you’re okay to tell me?” You spoke softly and sincerely, making it a point to look into his eyes. You never wanted him to think he had to apologise for feeling.

He nodded slowly, his body automatically shifting closer to you. His hand was still on your lap, covered by your own. He could feel the warmth of your body pressing against him, secure and welcoming. And he began talking.

Once he’d started, he struggled to stop.

“-and one of the tassel-hounds got caught on a loose nail, I was barely able to piece him back together again, and while that was happening I couldn’t find Davi so I thought the same thing happened to him, and I was running over the whole house trying to find him-”

“Mateo, breathe. Please,” you said gently, not wanting him to get himself so worked up. He stopped babbling, closing his eyes and taking a few slow, deep breaths.

Once he’d calmed his breathing, he explained everything that had been happening over the last few days. It was one thing after another and he’d had hardly any time away from the rescue – let alone any time to relax for himself. You bit your lip, guilt striking you in the chest. Fuck, you should have been there. You told him you’d always be around to help if he needed it and you… you kind of let him down.

“And before you start spiralling – none of this is your fault, amor. You’ve been just as busy, don’t think I haven’t seen it. The rescue is my responsibility and I couldn’t handle the heat this time,” he said, looking down at his lap. “I don’t get it… I love what I do, the inanimals mean everything to me. I just… god, things have been difficult lately…” he trailed off, ending with a dejected sigh.

You furrowed your brow. “Mateo, this happens to the best of us. You’re just… burnt out. You need a break,”

He looked at you with a roll of his eyes. “I can’t just take a break. It’s not like there’s a backup of me to look after the rescues. I don’t have a twin, y’know?”

You ignored the sass in his tone, unable to help the fond smile breaking out across your face. “It doesn’t have to be a long break. Even just a night. A chance to take a breather. I mean, when was the last time I got to pamper you, hm?”

He paused, processing your words. His cheeks reddened, his hand playing with the seams of his duvet nervously.

“Pamper? Um, me?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes, you. You’re always looking after everyone else. Let me… let me take care of you for once, Mateo,” you said, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

His breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide and wanting. He bit his lip, seeming conflicted.

“But…”

“Only if you want to. The inanimals are asleep, I already texted Betty to sort them out. If you want this, you only have to ask,” you said, squeezing his hand in yours softly.

A pause.

Then a nod.

You smiled. “I need your words, my love,”

He whined quietly. “Please… I- I want it,” he said, his blush deepening as it reached his ears. He was so fucking adorable. You leaned towards him, capturing his lips in a kiss. It started out softly, your lips moving in unison, perfectly pieced together. Once you’d felt him relax under you, his body releasing the stress it had been holding for days, you deepened the kiss.

Slowly, you started to push him down into a laying position on the bed, quickly moving so you were straddling his lap. You kept your lips connected the entire time, one hand on his chest while the other played with the soft strands of his hair. He tried to keep up with your lead, kissing you breathlessly.

Your hand snaked down his body – past his soft stomach, down past his waistline, to the hard bulge that was forming in his plush sweatpants. You couldn’t help but tease him a little, considering he was so damn cute when desperate. You gave his bulge a firm squeeze, ripping a sweet groan from him.

“Fuck… please,” he whimpered against your lips, hips bucking up into you involuntarily. “Need you so badly, amor,”

You kissed him sweetly, giving him another squeeze. “I’ve got you, ‘Teo,”

You attached your lips to his neck, kissing down his chest. He looked down at you, his mouth agape as you passed his stomach, giving him little nips though his clothes as you went. Once you reached where he needed you so badly, you paused.

You looked up at him through your lashes, making sure he was watching. Then, you leaned forward and kissed the tip of his hard cock over the fabric. A sharp gasp caught in Mateo’s throat, his face flushed and his eyes wide as he watched you. You smirked at his reaction, giving it another soft kiss in response.

“Can’t wait to take care of you, my love. Can’t wait to feel you down my throat,”

He covered his face with his hands, his thighs shaking at your actions and words. “Mi vida, you can’t say things like that – I won’t last,” he whined.

You chuckled. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” you said as you untied the blanket around his waist. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants, you told him to lift up a bit so you could slide them off. He happily complied, lifting his hips up.

“Good boy,”

It slips out so naturally, you barely realised what you were saying until it was already out. You looked up at Mateo, trying to gauge his reaction. You were praying you hadn’t just fucked this up. He gulped shakily, his cock bouncing up out of his sweatpants and against his stomach.

“Could… could you say that again?” he asked hesitantly.

You placed your hands on his thighs, leaning in close to him. “Oh? You like being my good boy, Mateo?”

He groaned, his hips grinding up into you. The long awaited friction against his bare cock only made him louder. “Mmh- I, uh, mmh!”

“Words, love,” you remind him, carding your fingers through his sweaty white locks, pushing them out of his eyes.

“Fuck, yes I like it. A lot,” he finally chokes out. “Please, I- I need you…”

You held back a moan at his words. God, you loved to hear him say that. To admit that he can’t do everything all by himself, that he actually needs your help with something. Something only you can help him with.

You finally took pity on the poor man, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before diving down. You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth, licking a long stripe from base to tip before suckling at the head. This ripped a wrecked whimper from Mateo, his hands immediately tangling into your hair.

You swirled your tongue around his length, savouring the taste. You took a deep breath through your nose before pushing down, taking each inch you could possibly muster. You whined at the feeling of him, hard and heavy down your throat. Mateo gave your hair a hard tug at that, the vibrations sending shock waves of pleasure through him.

“Fuckkk, mi amor… oh my god, you’re amazing,” he breathed, looking down at you. Seeing you with your mouth stretched wide over his cock – it did unspeakable things to him.

You swallowed back the drool that was threatening to overflow, earning you another whine from Mateo. Briefly, you pulled off of his cock, sucking in greedy breaths of air. You panted before going right back down again, this time determined to take it all the way. You pushed past your gag reflex, sinking down until you could feel the tip of his length tickling the back of your throat; as well as the crown of white hairs around the base tickling your nose.

You started to bob your head, your hands moving to cup his heavy balls, massaging them as you sucked him off. His moans were getting louder, his grip on your hair more desperate.

“Yes… god, yes. Please, I’m- I’m so close,” he said, higher pitched and whiny. His hips were starting to push up into you, forcing his cock further down your throat with each thrust. You choked when he pushed past your gag reflex before you could brace yourself, the contracting of your throat only pushing Mateo closer to his impending orgasm.

You needed his come down your throat. Badly.

Mateo’s mind was blurry and he could hardly think straight; all he could think of was the hot cavern of your mouth. He was panting, his stomach tensing with each thrust of his hips, his balls hitting your chin. If he could form a single thought, he’d probably apologise for being so rough – but right now, it was the furthest thing from his mind.

“I- I’m so close. Ayy- I need to- god, I need to come,” he groaned, his desperate eyes finding yours. “C-can I..? Please?”

You moaned around his cock, bobbing your head faster to show enthusiastic consent. He panted, giving a few more hard thrusts into your mouth before he reached his peak. A whine ripped from him as he flooded your mouth with his come, his thick load shooting down your throat in ropes. Curses tumbled from his mouth as he came, his head falling back onto the bed in ecstasy. He was shaking all over, his mind a fuzzy mess. He held your head down until he was done and you ensured not a single drop was spilled, your eyes rolling back at the intense treatment.

When Mateo had finished, he released you and his body completely relaxed. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed in utter bliss. You crawled up his body, laying on top of him with your head against his chest. There was a content silence, only heavy breathing filling the room.

“So, feeling pampered?” You teased, the tip of your finger tracing shapes onto his chest.

He smiled sleepily. “I mean… I could definitely get used to it.”

[jjkeverlast]

hurts so good│jjk

✧ pairing best friend!jk x fem!reader

✧ rating explicit (18+)

✧ summary having jeongguk as a best friend had it's cons. for one he complains, a lot. surprisingly he shows up at your door at two in the morning to complain about something incredibly different.

✧ warnings & tags friends to lovers - hung!jk - light sub!jk - humor - explicit content - oral (m. receiving) - unprotected sex (lol) - soft reassuring kind of sex :((( reader just wants to show guk that he can still fuck despite his big size :((((

✧ word count 4.3k

✧ author's note this fic is a re-upload! if you've seen it before, this is why:)

"Jeongguk? It’s two in the morning."

You’re shocked to see Jeongguk in nothing but a black sweats attire and a pissed off face. 

"I need to vent." He reasons. 

"At two in the fucking morning?"

Now you’re pissed. The sleepy eyes long forgotten and the eight hour of sleep you were looking forward to all day. You let out a huff, moving aside for Jeongguk to enter. He better have a good fucking reason for this shit, you internally think as he comfortably sits on your couch as if it’s his own home. Sure, he carries the best friend title but he really had a thing for being way too comfortable in that department. Which explains him snacking on your unfinished snacks after your movie night — yes, with yourself. 

"Hey! Seriously?" You snatch the bag of chips, as his mouth is full paired with his doe eyes looking at you in shock. 

"I was hungry!" It’s muffled, small crumbs of chips flying out of his mouth. Disgusting. 

"Just tell me why you’re here so I can go to bed as quickly as possible." You settle the bag of chips beside you as you sit next to him on your living room couch. Jeongguk swallows the chips, his annoyed face returning quickly — as if he forgot why he was irritated in the first place. 

"Okay, well, Victoria is out of the picture." Victoria as in the woman who’s been involved with Jeongguk the last month. They met through one of your friends and quickly they agreed to see each other. You’d heard zero complaints about their relationship, up until now. 

"I’m sorry Guk. What happened?" Now he’s being really quiet, too quiet for your liking. 

"Jeon Jeongguk." Your voice is stern and he knows he’s gonna have to speak up now or you’ll kick him out. 

"You won’t believe me." 

"Try me." His brows raise, noticing you’re quickly losing your patience with him. 

"It was because of… of the sex."

Sex. A very broad subject in your opinion, having a million reasons why sex can be bad and shakingly good. So for Jeongguk to reason sex, your mind immediately thinks that it has something to do with the fact that Victoria didn’t finish while they fucked. Which could be true? You wouldn’t know. Yes, so Jeongguk and you were best friends and overshared a tad bit much at times, although sex? Sex was never really on the table of ‘subjects to talk about’. 

"Fuck this is gonna sound so wrong." Jeongguk grunts, tilting his head back and your thoughts are left on the shelf for now. 

"It can’t be that bad." Jeongguk makes a noise, stating he’s disagreeing with your comment. You roll your eyes at his childish act. 

"Jeongguk, if it’s about you not making her finish I will kick you out."

You’re serious. If he came to your apartment to complain about not making someone cum at two in the morning, he’s gonna join the wolves and god knows whatever lurks in the streets at night. 

"It was hurting her. Y/N, I fucking hurt her." You’re puzzled, trying to figure out how exactly Jeon Jeongguk could be hurting anyone. 

"Wha–"

"With my fucking dick."

It’s silent. The air con noise grows louder in your apartment as you both stare at each other in fright.

Did he just say—

"Y-your dick?" You tilt your head, eyes wide open not having a chance at being closed. He’s nodding slowly and you wheeze — thinking this is some sick joke that he wanted to pull on you.

Classic Jeon Jeongguk. 

"Y/N, I’m serious." Your laughter continues on, you almost tearing up as it becomes uncontrollable. As your mind slowly processes the awkward silence from Jeongguk's side, you quiet your laughter and listen to what he has to say. 

"It’s because of my-my length." 

"Length? As in you're big enough to reach her cervix?" You joke playfully, hitting him on the arm as you’d guessed he’d laugh at it but instead?

"Yeah."

You’re speechless.

Your laugh being completely swallowed, taken back by the agreement to your joke. Was he serious? He couldn’t possibly, then that would mean he probably has a big di–

"You don’t believe me."

You really don’t. 

"It’s just hard to believe… that’s all." Jeongguk couldn’t possibly. It’s weird for you to even think about. 

"How can I make you believe me? Cause I am seriously struggling with women and this isn’t helping." He gives you a stern look with a glimpse of urge for help. He’s desperate. 

"Prove it to me." There’s no words to describe the expression that is currently resting on Jeongguk's face. A mix of every expression a person can carry.

“I’m not showing you my dick.” He gives you the obvious tone of ‘you can’t be serious right now’ and crosses his arms as you’re no help to his little situation.

“Then I’m not believing you.” 

“Fine!”

“Fine.” You’re both staring into the black TV screen, arms crossed as the silence returns. It’s awkward for once. You were obviously joking about Jeongguk showing you his dick — not yourself wanting to see what’s behind his black sweats. As if the thought ever occurred to you of what it looks like…

Okay, so maybe you have. Once. It wasn’t your fault when Victoria had been drunkenly babbling over how big Jeongguk was. You didn’t think of it as much, seeing she was in a drunken state. But when Jeongguk admits it, you immediately try to shut down the idea that he might be telling the truth. You didn’t want to even begin to imagine how Jeongguk is in bed. Is he needy and whiny? Or controlling and grunting? No, seriously Y/N stop. You grunt in annoyance and that catches Jeongguk's attention, watching you bite your lip. He would never admit that you, leaning your head back, your lip tucked in between your teeth is hot. Like really fucking hot. No. You’re his best friend, for seven years to be exact. He can’t possibly find that hot. 

Maybe it was because of the fact that he sought your help after Victoria threw a tantrum at him for having a big dick. It has never occurred him to be attracted to you, you had been friends for so long that sex or just anything regarding a sexual situation between you never crossed his mind. When he looks over once again, your eyes now closed, swallowing the silence that's filling the room between you as the tension grows. Maybe it’s only from Jeongguk's side, or maybe yours as well, although he can’t tell what you’re thinking. 

"Let’s just forget this okay?" You finally speak, with a regretful tone which Jeongguk catches too quickly for his liking. He should’ve never found you hot for a split second. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong of him. 

"Yeah, okay. I’ll leave." Jeongguk rubs his palms against his sweats, trying to calm himself from the ungodly thoughts of you crossing his mind slowly. 

"Or–" You start off, catching his attention as he turns to meet your eyes, you look tired. "You could– you could stay.’’ He never expected for you to invite him to stay. Sleepovers between the two of you were never involved in your seven year long friendship. Jeongguk wanted to stay, and because you proposed made him hopeful. Hopeful in a sense that maybe, just maybe you’ve thought of it too. 

"Sure, okay, I’ll stay." He’s hesitant. Are you both going to share a bed? 

"You can just sleep on the couch. I’ll get you a duvet." You smile awkwardly, leaving the living room and entering your bedroom while Jeongguk feels incredibly stupid. Of course you don’t want him, you’ve never wanted him. He wants to slap his face for letting himself be attracted to you. 

"Here." You’re already back, holding the duvet close to you, as you place it on the couch you wish him goodnight and return back to your room. 

As your door closes, Jeongguk sighs loudly, falling back against the couch. He’s fucked. It’s fine, he just has to sleep his attraction towards you away. He discards his sweats attire, leaving him in his black Calvin Klein boxers, a personal favorite of his. 

When he finally settles in, covered in your duvet, he catches the smell of you enveloping the fabric. It doesn't help his mind which already has you covering most of it. He tries to shake out of it, turning and at last closing his eyes. 

After what feels like an hour of tossing and turning, Jeongguk comes to the conclusion that he can’t sleep. He wants you, more than he thought he would. He’ll probably hurt you, which is one of the few reasons holding him back from knocking on your door. Also the fact that you are very clear on the best friend scale. 

There’s a lot of risks that would be taken if he stood up and walked towards you, admitting how much he wants you, how desperate he is to let you touch him. All thoughts vanish from him when he comes to conclusion that he’s saying fuck it. He’ll just leave if you don’t feel the same way and burrow himself deep in his bed and never leave until his attraction disappears completely. 

He gets up, throwing the duvet off himself and being met with your white wooden door. His heartbeat is increasing as he urges himself to pull his arm up and form his hand to a knuckle to leave a knock. 

As he’s about to knock, the door flies open and you’re standing in front of him, in nothing but a loose transparent white tee. Your nipples are on display for his eyes and he’s gulping over seeing more of you than he expected. Wait–why are you awake? 

"Y/N?"

"I– I couldn’t sleep." You’re looking down, stealing a quick glance at his bulge which he notices. Do you, do you want him? God the buildup is absolutely killing him. But he tries to control himself, holding himself back from asking you if he can kiss you. 

He clears his throat, "Why?" You were probably thirsty or maybe the thought of him being here caused you to sleep badly. He felt bad. 

"I can’t stop thinking about it."

Your posture changes, a dominant demeanor overlapping itself on your shoulders. You’re stern, firm and just plainly honest. Could you be any hotter? 

"Thinking about what?" You’re smiling, your gaze landing on his silver chain hanging around his neck. With a swift movement you’re hooking a finger around it and pulling him to your lips. Jeongguk freezes, his lips feeling warm as they’re covered by yours. He can’t process the fact that you’re kissing him. It feels so right, your chest pressed firmly against his, as he’s able to feel your hardened nipples through the fabric. 

Before your fingers can grab onto his hair, he stops. "Are you sure?" You’ve crossed the friendship line, the kiss breaking the scale completely. 

"Yes. Let me feel you Guk." Your pleading eyes, and the firm grip your finger has on his chain leaves him dizzy. He lets you, lets you take full control of him. 

"Touch me." He catches your smile at his request before you pull him further in the bedroom and guide him to lay down. His heartbeat is going crazy fast, his mind barely being able to comprehend that you’re about to straddle his lap. 

As you position yourself on top of him, a low grunt leaves his lips as the contact between your core and his visible bulge closes. He’s already so hard and you’ve barely touched him. 

Your fingers grab his hair, tenderly running your fingers through the undercut. "I love your hair like this." You compliment as you go back to kiss him, missing the warmth of his mouth already. 

Jeongguk is careful with you, wanting to touch you everywhere, run his hand down your spine and feel the warmth of your skin under his palm but he holds himself back. His mind is back to thinking of you hurting, and feeling hurt because of his length. This is a bad idea.

"Wait." He holds your shoulders, your hands laid flatly on his chest with a worried expression. 

"What’s wrong?" You look like someone who’s scared you’ve gone too far and Jeongguk feels a tinge of guilt. 

"I don’t want to hurt you." He whispers, being careful with his choice of words. 

"What if I want it to hurt?" You trace your fingers on his chest, drawing them in small circles as his eyes move to your half hidden smirk. 

"I–"

"Just, trust me." Your head falls down on his chest, leaving kisses on his chest and letting your tongue run freely on his exposed skin as he whimpers beneath you. Your tongue feels amazing on him and he gives in, letting you control the situation. 

"Okay." Jeongguk softly says, your head moving lower towards his abdomen, peppering his skin with kisses and biting gently down to give him a small taste of what awaits him. 

He can sense that you’re being patient, savoring up the moment of having him like this. His body is a canvas for you, to mark, bite and let your mouth run freely on. He wants you to take control, to show him how well you’ll be able to please him as he later on will give you his cock to fill you up. 

"This– this feels really good." He mumbles, barely forming a full sentence, too captivated by the feeling of you above him. 

You hum against his skin, seeming more than pleased in hearing his compliment regarding your mouth. You’ve moved longer down, your legs now settled between his as your breath lands hot on his clear hard on. 

Jeongguk looks up to see you gawking at him and he grows embarrassed. 

"Y/N, stop looking."

"Sorry, you just weren’t kidding." Somehow the answer resolves in you and Jeongguk laughing like idiots and him throwing a ‘I told you so’ into the middle of your shared laugh. The laughter soon dies down and the irresistible tension returns to the dark bedroom, the only light coming from the outside lights covering the streets. It’s the only light which helps the both of you in seeing a glimpse of one another. 

"Can I?" You ask, holding one hand firmly on his hip as your thumb traces on the top of Jeongguk's Calvin Klein boxers. He gulps, nodding as he allows you to take things further. 

You take your time in taking his boxers off, Jeongguk can’t help but have his hips shake – reasons being he’s nervous yet thrilled for this to happen. Having his cock on full display for your eyes is nerve wracking, he’d never see this day coming. 

"Hey, I’ll be gentle." With that you use your thumb, smearing his leaking precum as he bucks his hips wanting more. Jeongguk is infatuated by your touch, becoming more needy for you.

"Fuck– your hand feels so soft." He throws in a compliment and surprisingly you go at a faster pace, a sudden moan escaping his lips. Fuck, how are you so good at this?

The sensational feeling from your hand has Jeongguk closing his eyes, also because he’s nervous to look at you while your hand is wrapped firmly around him. He’s too confused and captivated by you and the pleasure you’re giving him that he still really hasn’t processed what is happening right at this moment. It feels surreal. 

Your thumb traces itself on his tip once again, Jeongguk running his hand through his hair as his breathing speeds up, a familiar feeling of release washing over him.

Fuck, you haven’t even touched him for long and he’s already thinking of coming.

You, his best friend since he had his awful hair fazes that just never really complimented his features. His best friend since high school, as you both lamely made fun of the PDA couples, who never knew what the word ‘privacy’ meant.

He’s too deep in thought, until you suddenly stop.

Jeongguk hesitantly opens his eyes, using his elbows for support as he now looks at you.

"Can I taste you?"

Jeongguk almost chokes at your question. His already fucked out state isn’t even hesitant. Fuck he’d love your lips wrapped around him. Your lips look even softer than your hand. The outline of your lips visible for his eyes as the moonlight discreetly shines over them.

God, you make him so weak. 

Truth be told, Jeongguk doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever been this willing, this open to just anything.

But if it includes you? He’s all for it. 

"Y-yeah."

Fuck, he just stuttered.

You probably think he’s being hesitant and–

You gently lick his tip, swirling it around to allow the taste of him to linger itself in your mouth, your hand starts to move again and Jeongguk's mouth falls apart, his eyes watching you.

If only you could see how pretty you were as you open wider, inviting more of him. Your mouth feels so warm, so welcoming. He wonders if it’s possible to get addicted to a certain body part, because he’ll for sure mention your mouth if asked. 

"God, your mouth." He wants to caress your cheeks softly, as his thumb can feel how well he’s filling your mouth up. Maybe it’s too much… too sentimental. Seeing you’re literally stuffing your face with his cock, your hand stroking what you aren’t able to take. 

Although, he forms a sort of courage and asks you gently, "Can I touch you?" You let go of his cock with a pop, brows furrowed as if you’re uncertain of where exactly he wants to touch you. 

"Please?"

"Okay." Jeongguk leans closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb grazes the top of it. You lean in his touch before you go back down, taking him in your mouth once again. He won’t survive this. No. He won’t survive you. 

He’s almost about to break when his palm feels the bump caused by his cock in your mouth as you bop your head faster, all while Jeongguk whines freely — not knowing he’s making you extremely wet by moaning so carelessly. 

It’s not until you use your hand, focusing solely on sucking his tip that he’s almost about to finish. You retrieve before he’s able to, a string of saliva connecting you to his tip as you smile so innocently. Yeah, he’s definitely not surviving you. 

“What are you doing to me?” It isn’t a question, rather a statement towards everything he feels for you in this instant moment. 

You guide yourself back up, lips molding against his. He can taste himself on your tongue and it drives him crazy. He’s almost willing himself to take control — he’s never done or wanted that before, but there’s just something about you which drives him in a completely different direction. 

Should he touch you? Touch you in ways he’s always found appealing but never for him? He’s willing, for you he is. Slowly but surely, he tenderly peppers your neck with kisses, slipping his tongue to run along. He’s startled when you moan so effortlessly. He wants to hear more of you and those heavenly sounds you’re so willing to offer him. 

You begin to move, grinding your clothed core over his bare cock and a rush is sent through him. It’s almost as if he’s gotten you needy now, so needy you couldn’t contain yourself from grinding on top of him — still fully clothed. It feels new, although Jeongguk loves it, cause fuck he can feel how wet you are. Did you get this wet by only touching him? 

"You’re already so wet." A grunt leaves his lips when you only hum in response, continuing your grinding, almost as if you’re losing yourself completely at the touch of him. 

"Fuck, fill me up. I can’t wait anymore." You push him down, hurrying yourself to take your shirt off. Since when did you go from being patient to impatient so fast? He can’t help but feel extremely proud of himself, patting himself mentally on the back. 

But then he’s in tact of what’s happening, you’re about to sit yourself down on his cock and he’s afraid — even though you made it clear you want it to hurt — he just… cares too much about you and the thought of you being in pain because of him doesn’t sit well with him.  

"Hey, are you sure? I really don’t want to hurt you." You’re just about to position yourself, freezing in your movement. You’ve probably caught on how afraid he is. 

"Guk, I want this. It’s okay." You peck his lips softly, his hold on you loosening to inform you that he trusts you. 

His tip is barely inside of you and a whimper lets itself out of him. Scratch that about your mouth being his favorite body part of yours, your pussy definitely steps on the podium for number one. 

You continue, Jeongguk catching the sight of his cock disappearing within you and his breathing starts to quicken. He probably won’t last long, not when you wrap yourself so nicely around him the further you go down. 

"Shit—" You let out, fully sunk down on him. There’s a tinge of discomfort covering your face but Jeongguk forces himself not to worry, you want this, you want him. It’s soon replaced by a smile, as you start bucking your hips, letting yourself settle on him. 

He really takes the time to notice how beautiful your breasts are, looking so delicate. God, he wants to touch them, touch every inch of you. 

He’s reminding himself of the sounds you let out as he placed his lips on your neck, would you react the same way if he latched his lips on your exposed breasts as well? There’s really only one way to find out. Yet he wants to be good for you, letting you use him to make yourself finish. 

You surprise him once again, guiding his hands towards your breasts — as if you knew he was having a tantrum with himself over if he should touch them or not — he was right, they’re incredibly soft. Your nipples perked and good enough to suck but then again, he holds himself back. 

"You feel so good." Your words are mostly slurred, too focused on the pleasure — your eyes closed as you run your fingers through Jeongguk's hair — his hair that you like. 

He makes you feel good, you keep reminding him when you mutter it once more as your hips buck at a faster pace. Shit, you really know how to ride him well. 

It’s as if something clicks for Jeongguk when you go down to bite his earlobe followed by an angelic whimper. He loses all control of himself. "Fuck–" He’s taking control, flipping you around so you’re beneath him, hair sprawled on your pillow and eyes about to pop out of their socket. 

"What are you–" Jeongguk latches his mouth on your hardened nipples, nibbling his tongue softly on them and it was so worth it. They feel so soft against his tongue. Although not as soft as your pussy wrapping itself perfectly around him.

Jeongguk feels dizzy, drowning in the feeling of how he’s swallowed by your warmth. Fuck he’d keep himself buried in you forever if he could. 

He starts thrusting, profanities break out from you when the pace quickens. He’s reckless at this point, showing you how much you affect him. 

As the time passes, skin grows hotter, small beads of sweat covering Jeongguk's forehead. You’re both close. He can sense it as you convulse around him which almost leaves him breathless. 

"Fuck— it hurts, it hurts so good." With that your body loses its composure beneath him as you come undone. 

It’s something about you making him good about himself, not only him as a person but him in whole. You’ve always been so accepting of whatever bullshit he’s brought upon you. He feels safe around you, your arms wrapped around his form as you run your fingers through his hair. You feel like home. You are his home. 

With a low muttered fuck, Jeongguk feels his cock twitch as his hips stutter for one last thrust, filling you up with everything he has. 

His hair covers most of his sight, both of you panting in sync as you try to calm yourselves. When his cock begins to soften, he takes it as a sign to let himself plop down next to you. 

"I’ve– I’ve never…" Jeongguk doesn’t know where to begin. He can’t recognize the person he was right before. 

"Taken control?" You steal his unspoken words and he turns to see you smiling softly. The moonlight has turned to a chrome yellow, indicating that a sunrise was indeed nearing. Your features have become more prominent for Jeongguk's eyes and your beauty captivates him by an invisible hook. 

"Yeah, taken control." 

"You should do it more often." It’s an encouragement and it seems to work because the idea of being in control doesn’t faze Jeongguk. He loved it. 

It’s been around an hour after Jeongguk surprisingly fucked you. You’re both situated in your kitchen. The sunrise covering most of the apartment with it’s golden rays that strike inside the windows from the living room.  

"What are you thinking?" Jeongguk caught onto your frown, indicating you’re thinking about something. 

"I’m thinking that… I liked this, what just happened, I really liked it. It felt–"

"Right?" He answers for you and you nod. 

"I don't want this to be the last time."

"It won’t be." Carefully, Jeongguk cups your face, his nose brushing against yours. He really wants to kiss you again. 

"Kiss me." You seem impatient, and Jeongguk gladly does as you request. 

Maybe, maybe this was always supposed to happen between you. 

[alisonsfics]

you definitely have a type

pairing: carmy berzatto x reader

summary: you just wanted a nice dinner out at a new restaurant with your boyfriend and your friends. then, you all realized the owner of this new restaurant was your ex-boyfriend. and carmy starts to get riled up and jealous.

word count: 2k

warnings: toxic ex-bf who kinda taunts carmy, jealous carmy

“C’mon, Carm. What’s the point of being a famous chef if you can’t get yourself on a VIP list for things like this?” You joked, shivering in the cold.

“I’m sorry, honey. C’mere,” he beckoned you towards him. He held out the sides of his jacket, so you could tuck your arms under and wrap them around his waist.

He loved being this close to you. He loved all of it.

The soft scent of your vanilla shampoo.

The way he felt important when you held onto him.

The way you rubbed your hands against his back.

The way he could feel each breath you took.

“I heard they have that soup you really like here. You gonna get some of that to warm you up?” He asked you, softly.

You knew he was just trying to distract you, but it worked. Warmth pooled in your belly as you imagined the hot soup. “Sounds nice,” you hummed against his chest, your eyes softly fluttering shut.

You both were oblivious to the smirks being passed around by Sydney, Richie, and Sugar as they waited with you.

One of their favorite pastimes was teasing you and Carmy for how you both constantly clung to each other.

Teasing felt like a justified revenge. They’d all accidentally walked in on you both making out in the office one too many times.

Carmy couldn’t help it. His life’s goal was to drown you in affection.

“Get a room.” Richie coughed under his breath, earning a few laughs from everyone.

A smirk slipped onto Carmy’s face. He simply flipped off Richie before wrapping his arms back around you.

“We could be worse. Don’t complain.” You threatened Richie softly. The sweet innocence of your voice juxtaposed perfectly against the barely-disguised threat.

“I’m surprised you both haven’t been arrested for public indecency.” Richie chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“We’ve been close a few times.” Carmy joked, gently squeezing your hips. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You buried your face in Carmy’s chest, feeling embarrassed.

Sugar groaned. “Don’t need that mental image.” She complained.

“Let’s change the subject.” Sydney said, transitioning into talking about a date she’d been on last week.

Finally, you all were brought inside and given a table.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” Carmy pulled your seat out for you.

Carmy let his fingers caress your thigh as you all looked at the menu. “You look really beautiful tonight. I love this dress on you.” He leaned over and whispered in your ear.

You squeezed his hand, running your thumb over his knuckles. “Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to take it off of me later.” You whispered back to him, causing his eyes to go wide.

“Not fair to tease me like that, sweetheart,” he mumbled, sinking his fingers into your thigh.

He took a sip of his drink. Then, he coughed, almost choking on his drink. “You alright, cousin?” Richie asked.

“See anyone familiar?” Carmy asked, gesturing towards the back of the restaurant.

Standing by a booth in the back corner of the restaurant, there was a man standing in a chef’s uniform. You quickly recognized him as your ex-boyfriend.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You groaned, putting your head in your hands.

Richie covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing. “Wait, who is that?” Sydney asked, seeing the shocked looks on yours, Carmy’s, Richie’s, and Sugar’s faces.

Your ex-boyfriend James.

You’d dated through all of high school and college.

The Berzattos were your next-door neighbors growing up, which is how you met Carmy and Sugar. You eventually started getting invited to all of the Berzatto family dinners. That’s how you met Richie.

All of them had seen you through the ups and downs of your relationship with James— Mostly downs.

“That would be my ex-boyfriend James.” You admitted.

“I’m guessing it didn’t end on good terms?” Sydney asked.

Carmy nodded as he gently rubbed your back. “He was such a dickhead. He used to start fights all the time over stupid shit.” Carmy explained.

You looked over your shoulder at Carmy, feeling helpless. “What do I do, Carmy?” You asked him, your voice coming out desperate.

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart. It’s up to you.” He told you, comfortingly. You leaned into his shoulder, letting him wrap his arm around you.

“If you want to leave, we can leave, but I don’t think you should have to hide from that fucker. Let him see how happy you are without him. But it’s your call.” He whispered, kissing your temple.

You hesitated, thinking about it. You knew you had Carmy and the rest of your friends there to support you, but your chest still felt tight.

“Okay, I’m good.” You assured him, also trying to assure yourself.

Before you could take a breath, James was standing at your table. “Berzattos! So nice to see you again.” He said, cheerfully as he clasped onto Richie’s shoulder.

His hypocrisy was blatantly clear to you. He’d started so many fights with you over the years because of your close friendship to Carmy and Richie.

He couldn’t handle it and constantly accused you of cheating on him, most of his accusations were targeted at Carmy.

Then, James’ gaze landed on you. “Oh, you’re here too? So nice to see you, gorgeous,” his voice made your stomach knot up. You sunk your nails into your palm, forcing yourself to give him a polite smile.

“Don’t call her that.” Carmy practically growled. His jaw clenched as he looked at James.

James cocked his head to the side, turning his attention to Carmy. “Just an old habit. Don’t need to bite my head off, Carmen. We don’t have to keep doing this protective best friend act.” James said, referencing all the times Carmy had stood up to James for you.

“I’m actually her boyfriend.” Carmy snapped, protectively wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

James stepped back, seeming like he was actually shocked by the gesture. Then, the confident facade was back. “I always had a feeling about you two.” James said with a smirk that made your blood boil.

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” You groaned under your breath.

“Oh come on, gorgeous. Don’t get like that.” James scoffed at you.

Carmy’s hand clenched into a fist on the table. “I told you not to call her that.” He said, through gritted teeth.

“Carm, baby, it’s okay.” You whispered, trying to calm him down. You placed your hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“No, it’s not okay. He needs to learn some fucking respect.” Carmy snapped, but not loud enough that other patrons would hear.

“C’mon, just get lost, man. Go bother another table.” Richie said, noticing how uncomfortable both you and Carmy were.

Carmy was practically fuming, and his face was flushed.

“Alright, calm down.” James said, holding his hands up in surrender as he walked away.

Your table was silent as you processed what had just happened. “If you guys want to leave, we totally can.” Sydney suggested.

“We are not letting that asshole win.” You said, taking a sip of your wine.

Carmy kept his arm wrapped around your waist throughout the whole dinner— possessively staking his claim on you. He practically shot daggers at James any time he saw him.

Then, as you were waiting for dessert to be brought out, Carmy caught James staring at you. He was lurking against one of the back walls, looking you up and down and licking his lips.

Carmy pulled your chair closer to him, then leaned in towards you. “You really look breathtaking tonight.” Carmy said, placing soft gentle kisses in your neck.

Your hand flew to his hair, weaving through the dirty blonde curls. “Not here, Carmy,” you protested, trying to pretend you didn’t love the feeling of his lips on you.

“He’s fuckin’ staring. Wanna show him that you’re mine,” he growled against your skin.

You pulled away from him, feeling your cheeks burn. “Ignore him, baby. I’m yours and that’s all that matters.” You assured him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

You all got to the end of dinner, and James was still staring at you often.

Sugar and Richie had already gone home to spend time with their respective kids.

“Why don’t you two go wait outside. I’ll wait for the check. I can’t stand the way he’s watching you.” Carmy said, kissing your cheek.

He was ready to pounce on James if he said another word to you. “See you in a minute,” you said, squeezing his shoulders as you and Sydney walked outside.

You both stood silently on the street, leaning up against the cold brick wall of the restaurant. “I didn’t know you had such a thing for dating chefs.” Sydney joked, trying to make light of the situation.

“I didn’t even know he wanted to be a chef.” You admitted, “God, he’s such a douchebag.” You were finally able to laugh at how pathetic he’d acted all night. Sydney agreed, leaning her head back against the wall as she laughed.

“You don’t have to worry about him anymore. You’ve got a good one now. It was so satisfying watching Carmy really put him in his place.” Sydney said, thinking back to how protective he was.

You loved that you always felt safe with Carmy, and nothing else ever mattered.

“There you are. I was looking for you.” You both heard a voice say from beside you. James emerged from a side door of the restaurant.

“Oh, come on, man. Go fuck yourself.” Sydney groaned, rolling her eyes at his presence. He walked closer to you both, eyeing you up slowly. “I’m James. Who’re you? We didn’t get introduced because Carmen was too busy with his alpha male competition.” James groaned, sounding annoyed with the thought of Carmy.

“How did I ever fucking put up with you? You’re such a douchebag.” You said, laughing at the absurdity.

James cocked his head to the side— slowly and methodically. Then he laughed.

“Why are you even with that guy, gorgeous? You could be with somebody like me. I remember how to treat you right. I remember all the ways you like it.” He flirted, stepping even closer to you.

“You call me that again, and I’m going to slap you.” You warned. James wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He stepped even closer to you, biting down on his bottom lip.

“So, were you always fucking Carmen behind my back? I always figured. I just hope he’s not surprised when you move on to the next guy.” James taunted.

“You’re not my boyfriend, thank god. So, I'm not having this argument. I know that I never cheated on you, so I don’t care what you believe.” You told him.

“How about one night with me? Keep little Berzatto on his toes. C’mon, gorgeous. You know you wanna.” He said, holding his hand out towards you.

You slapped him.

Quick and hard against his cheek. The skin instantly turned red as he clutched onto it. His eyes went wide— outraged that you’d actually lay a hand on him.

“She did warn you.” A voice came from behind James.

You saw Carmy smirking as he looked at you, proudly. He walked over to your side, slipping his arm around your waist. “That’s my beautiful girl.” He praised, kissing your cheek.

“Whatever. You Berzattos are all freaks and totally dysfunctional.” James said as he ran back inside the restaurant.

“Thanks for coming tonight, Syd. Sorry it ended up like this.” You apologized as Carmy leaned into your touch. Carmy still had a smirk glued to his face as the slap replayed in his head.

“Are you kidding? It was all worth it to see you slap the shit out of him. I’ll see you guys tomorrow though. Good night.” She waved as she started to walk home.

“So, not only is he a complete asshole, but his food was actually kinda gross. You’re a way better chef.” You whispered into Carmy’s ear.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, slipping his arms around your waist and kissing you. You hummed contently against his lips.

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[vanilabaebo]

𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄. [ pt 1. ]

inf: denki kaminari is your best friend and you've never thought of him as anything more than that. he's always been there for you when you need him, but now he needs your help. the more you help him out, the closer you two grow, and you can't keep denying your growing feelings. but does he feel the same?

cw: fluff. denki x afab!reader, lots of sass, reader has unnamed quirk.

“ughhh. i'm so bored. didn't i ask you last time to buy board games or a netflix subscription, y'know, like a normal person?”

your best friend, denki kaminari, is sprawled on your couch, golden blonde hair ruffled from his mussing it up one too many times, an annoyed expression on his face since the tv screen is black and your dorm room is basically empty. well.

“and what did i tell you?” you say, scowling because yes he did tell you to at least buy a set of cards so he’s not always bored as hell when he comes over. “i told you that if you want all that stuff, you can pay it yourself. i need to save up.”

denki tosses his head back and stares at the ceiling. “save up for what? just buy like, i don’t know, a chessboard or something.”

you laugh. “chess? I didn’t know you knew what that is.”

he throws a pillow your way. it’s not a secret denki has the lowest grades out of all your friends, even if he does manage to keep them above average. still, it’s the subject of most of your jokes; denki doesn’t seem to mind since even he laughs about it too.

“fine. i’ll buy you a set of cards. and then i can teach you how to play crazy 8’s, and uno, and poker and blackjack and—”

“denki. thank you, but it’s fine. i need to focus on studying, midterm exams are coming up.” you turn around, pulling out your phone to see what your grades are like. being a gifted scholarship student means tons of studying, or else the school might take away the scholarship money. 

he frowns, chin down with a scowl and yellow eyes flashing with irritation. “fine, but you’re not gonna keep coming over to my dorm to watch kdramas, i’ll tell you that right now.”

you roll your eyes. okay, maybe a netflix subscription would be worth it.

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the next day, the dorm building’s recreational room is basically empty, except for denki’s other friends, eijiro kirishima and hanta sero, who throws crumpled up tape-balls at the ceiling.

“hey guys,” you greet them, setting your backpack down on a round table and getting out your laptop to open up to the course you’d been struggling at—chemistry.

“hey, kami’s girl,” sero says teasingly, effortlessly catching a ball of tape that falls.

you frown. “i’m not his girl.”

“you wish you were, though,” says kirishima with a stupid wide smirk on his face.

“do not. i just help him study,” you reply, turning your back on them to sit down and press start on the four-part video course explaining the differences and details of covalent and ionic bonds. you reach in your messy, overcrowded backpack to pull out your chem binder.

“wanna play pool with us?” sero says. he and kirishima hold cue sticks and stand by the pool table, staring at you expectantly. 

ignoring them would be rude, but you really need to understand these concepts or else you might fail the midterm. “i can’t, guys. sorry. this is really important.”

“laaameeee,” kirishima chants, sero agrees. “denki would’ve.”

you almost say, well, good thing he’s not here then, now is it? but as always, fate is against you — or, speak of the devil and he may appear, or whatever phrase describes this — because denki bursts into the room, a blur of yellow blonde and black leather jacket and sweat and dior sauvage all at once.

“denki!” sero and kirishima chirp. “play pool with us!”

you groan inwardly. now you’ll never get a chance to — wait, what did denki just say?

“sorry guys, i can’t. got those midterm exams coming in what, like, a month?” denki looks at you with a bright smile on his face. you want to dig a deep hole and die in it. no way in hell does denki of all people want to study. here. at this table. with you. in front of his friends. 

sero smirks, but doesn’t say anything, while kirishima just calls him lame-o and they start playing; it’s then that you realize it’s a two-player game; how could you have possibly joined them? maybe it’s best not to question.

“hey,” denki says. “i brought you cards. what game do you wanna learn first?”

you cant help but frown. “denki, thanks, but i really do have to study. don’t you have to study too?” even though he doesn’t show it, you know he does get concerned about his grades. denki isn’t one to get good grades, but he does try. 

he rolls his eyes. “come on, worry about something else for a change. like being beat at cards by me.”

you smirk. “yeah, right. hey, did you check your email? a couple professors sent out things for the exams. like, warnings and precautions and stuff.”

denki hesitates, then nods, a nervous hand running through his hair when he speaks. “uh, yeah, i checked a couple hours ago.” but there’s something in his eyes that tells you he didn’t just read over it, there’s something else to it, something he’s not saying. 

“denki, what is it?” you ask. you can’t help but be concerned. after all, he is your best friend, and usually when you two worry about grades, you worry together.

but is this more than grades? you can’t tell, but the way that denki’s frown deepens when he opens his email and tilts it towards you is worrisome. 

and then you see it.barely holding back your gasp, you bring one hand to your lips. “oh, denki. that’s bad. really bad.”

the email is from the school's vice principal, cc'ing the department of advisory and the school's counselling office. and what it reads frightens you to the core:

kaminari denki, your grade in the class of multivariable calculus is in danger of becoming too low to pass the class. please see the counseling office to discuss potential ways to assist you with the concepts you may be struggling with. please note: should you be unable to pass the class, you will need to retake it either the following year or over the course of the summer. thank you.

you glance at denki, whose normally carefree expression is frozen with embarrassment and hopelessness. basically, he's doomed.

© vanilabaebo 2025.

a/n: should i make a part two? part 2 would be a little longer but would also move faster & there would be more fluff/suggestive moments. comment if i should, & if you have any requests just send an ask!

[whyisaperson]

Alrighty, I guess I should post my Twitter rant on people’s ‘opinions’ on Ouno’s voice so here it is…. (The text below is directly copy and pasted from my Twitter Account)

Alrighty so I watched the TETRO Video and as always I go on Twitter because I’m a loser and want to see new art of her….

Sooo. Tell me why the first tweet I see is from Luc saying that people where making fun of her voice because she was speaking slower-

I couldn’t join the premier or the stage thing that was hosted in the discord because I’m at work- but seriously people get your priorities straight.

I read that it wasn’t a speech impediment which doesn’t even matter because why the *fuck* are we making fun of people’s voices in the first place.

People wonder why most people don’t like talking or revealing their voice when talking online because you know rude ass people will make fun of them, and I don’t blame them.

Okay now I’m ranting, but back on subject we shouldn’t be making fun of a characters voice because of how they sound or their speed of speech. Especially because the voice actor (Lemon) did an amazing job on executing how she speaks and seeing how the voices are here I’m excited to hear the other voices

>Also I’m not mad if people don’t like her or her voice but getting mad because everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I’m just saying you can’t hate her character because of her voice or how she sounds. To kinda prove my point I looked back on the premier chat and picked some comments out to, I think, prove my point. (I censored the names because I’m not an asshole, but you get my point).

Despite all this negativity there is a lot of positive comments on her voice and how it is directed! So dont let the bad apples ruin the rest of your batch! This comment explains it best! And I just like the other comment :3.

Okay sorry for the long ass rant. :3

[obitez]

On the Wire, Chapter 5

Full Chapter on AO3 | Link to Chapter One | Two | Three | Four

Here's a little bonus chapter, taking place a couple months after chapter 4. Please enjoy! 😊

Tommy was woken up from his post shift nap to a knocking on the door to his apartment. He lifted his head and looked to the side of the bed, not seeing Evan there. 

The knocking continued. 

Tommy shook his head as he got up out of the bed. He didn’t know where Evan was, but the witch obviously wasn’t there or he would have answered the door by now. As Tommy walked, in no rush, across his place he got a whiff of a scent going through the door. It smelt vaguely like Evan, but slightly different. He swore, if the witch locked himself out again… 

Opening the door up, he came face to face with a woman, a witch, that he had never met before. Long brown hair, about a foot shorter than him, and probably around the same age as him as well. 

“Oh,” she said as she took a step back, obviously not expecting to see Tommy answer the door. “I- I wasn’t expecting you.” 

“Yeah,” Tommy said, somewhat dazed. “Me either.” His eyes looked the woman up and down, she looked about his age, long brown hair, and had a small duffel bag by her side. “Can I help you?” Tommy asked. 

“Oh, um…” the woman began, twisting her fingers in a strand of her hair. “I was looking for Evan,” she said. 

Looking for Evan? Don’t tell Tommy that Evan invited her here? Surely he wouldn’t right? At least not without giving Tommy some sort of heads up. 

“Oh, please tell me I have the right address,” the woman continued, speaking lightly. “I talked to the guys at his last address, they gave this one,” she looked down at a post-it note in her hand. “Yeah, apartment 207.”

Were Evan’s old roommates just giving his current address out to whoever asked for it? Tommy had only met them once when he went to help Evan pack up his room, but why did that scenario not surprise him in the slightest? 

“Who are you?” Tommy then asked, before he told her whether he knew Evan or not. 

“Oh,” the woman said, looking back up at him. “I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself first, I guess. I’m Maddie Buckley, Evan’s sister.”

Evan’s sister.

He had mentioned a sister once or twice, never giving Tommy too many details. But Tommy could tell it was some type of touchy subject. 

“He’s out right now,” Tommy said, deciding to go out on a limb and believe her. 

“Oh… but he lives here?” she asked. 

“Yeah,” Tommy said, and then they fell into an awkward silence, standing across from each other for an uncomfortable amount of time. 

“Could- Could I come in and wait for him? I really need to talk to him,” Maddie asked. 

“Um-” Tommy hesitated. It was one thing letting Evan into his place, but he really wasn’t too keen on letting another witch into his place, even if they were supposedly Evan’s sister.  But then again. From the look in her eyes, she looked desperate, like she had nowhere else to go. 

It went against nearly all his instincts, but he opened his door wider, motioning for her to come inside. “Sure,” he said. 

Maddie took a step inside the apartment and looked around. “This is a… nice place,” she said as she walked into the living room area and took a seat on the couch. Tommy walked over to the counter and grabbed his phone, pulling up Buck’s contact page. “So,” Maddie started. “I never got your name. And how do you know Evan?” 

Oh right, if it had apparently been years since she and Buck have spoken to each other, she most likely knows nothing about Tommy. “I’m Tommy, I… we met at work.” 

Maddie nodded. “Oh,” Maddie said. “So you’re like roommates?” 

Tommy hesitated. “We’re a bit… more than roommates.”

Ever since that fire where Tommy dragged Buck out by his jaws, there was sionething… unnamed… going on between Buck and Tommy. 

Buck had moved into Tommy’s place after a long rant about his annoying roommates and Chimney innocently mentioning that Tommy had an extra bedroom in his apartment (although Tommy knew from the look in Chimney’s eyes that it was anything but innocent), and while there was never a repeat that could rival that meeting in the storage closet, they had certainly tried on more than one occasion. 

Still though, none of it was out in the open, and no one else besides Buck or Tommy knew they were anything other than roommates. 

“You’re dating?” Maddie asked. “Nothing in Evan’s postcards mentioned being into guys, but that wouldn’t surprise me about him.”

Tommy didn’t know how to respond to that, but he was thankfully saved by the sounds of Buck banging the door open. 

“Tommy! You’ll never guess what I found at-” Buck stopped speaking when he noticed that Tommy wasn’t alone in the apartment. “Who’s-” Buck trailed off as he looked at who was sitting on Tommy’s couch. Buck blinked his eyes, wanting to believe that was his sister there, but at the same time not being able to. 

Maddie then stood up and walked over, bringing Buck into a big hug. “Hey, little brother,” she murmured into Buck’s neck. “I missed you.”

🐺 🐺 🐺 🐺 🐺

Later that week, while Tommy was scheduled to work and Buck was off, Buck took Maddie out to one of his favorite breakfast spots. 

Maddie had wanted to get out of the two bedroom apartment that was quickly growing cramped with three people inside and wanted to see more of the city, Tommy was scheduled to work another shift to make up for missing the one two weeks ago over the full moon, and Buck just wanted to spend every second possible with his sister. 

His sister… 

God, he didn’t know how many times he imagined Maddie would randomly show up on his (or Tommy’s) doorstep one day. And for it to have actually happened… 

As the waiter dropped their meals off at their table, Maddie leveled Buck with a look. One that Buck still remembered from when they were kids. Maddie had questions… one she was going to get answers for… 

“Buck, I need to ask you something,” Maddie started, her tone and expression looking oddly serious for the current setting. 

“What is it?” Buck asked, as he mixed up his oatmeal. 

“Your roommate or…. whatever he is… Tommy…” Maddie started, perking up Buck’s attention. “Do you know that he’s a werewolf?” 

Buck nearly choked, would have if there was any food in his mouth. “Um… what makes you say that?” he asked a second after he recovered. Even though almost everyone on A-shift knew Tommy was a werewolf, outside of them, barely anyone that Buck knew of knew. And everyone at the station worked hard to keep it that way. So how did Maddie know? 

Maddie lifted an eyebrow. “That reaction might be part of it,” Maddie said as she took a small sip of her coffee. “But if you want to know, my interests were first piqued when I saw half the freezer filled with frozen meat, and then I might have overheard you speaking to Tommy about him ‘needing to make up a shift because of the full moon.’ It wasn’t that hard to make a connection.” 

Buck leant over the table and whispered to her, just loud enough for only her to hear. “You have to promise that you won’t tell anyone Maddie, please,” he said as he held up his pinky. 

Maddie humored him and wrapped her pinky around his. “I promise I won’t tell anyone,” she said before letting go. “I have to ask though, what made you think this was a good idea?” 

“What do you mean?” Buck asked, confused. 

Maddie gave him a look of slight disbelief. “You do know the history of our two groups, right?” she asked. 

Buck rolled his eyes. “I know the important parts,” he said. “But well… I guess you could say we had a rocky start. And it’s not like we had an instant friendship. That didn’t really happen until I got knocked out and he needed to pull me out of a burning building.”

“You really don’t need to tell me these stories,” Maddie said. “I already worry about you enough without knowing the dangers of your job.”

“Anyway,” Buck said. “We were both… kind of alone and I guess we were just… pulled together, you know?” 

Maddie had a soft look on her face then. “You really like him, don’t you?” she asked. 

Buck ducked his head as he felt his face heat up. It was probably due to the heat from the oatmeal, he shouldn’t have gotten it when it was already in the mid 80’s outside. 

“Yeah,” he said as a soft smile stretched across his face. “I really do love him.”

[altkys]

You knew better than to expect a party. But silence? That was new.

You sat alone at the edge of the quad, plastic fork scraping lukewarm rice from a soggy takeout box. Your name wasn’t called when they passed out cupcakes — they said your portion had been “pre-gifted,” whatever the hell that meant. You smiled anyway. Shrugged it off. Pretended you weren’t watching when two of your closest friends slipped out without a word and came back twenty minutes later, arms full of drinks and snacks—for everyone but you.

Someone — barely more than a mutual — said “Happy Birthday” in the hallway between fourth and fifth period. It echoed just a bit. Loud enough to alert the others. Loud enough for them to blink like they'd forgotten you were a real person.

“Oh my god, is it today?” “Wait— really?” “Happy birthday, haha.” “Sorry I didn’t bring anything, it’s shipping.”

Shipping. Right. So were all the smiles you forced and all the trust you’d offered them, apparently.

You found out you were failing two subjects by email. Teacher comments were polite, too polite. You're not lazy, just scattered. Just tired. Just sitting in the back corner of your life, watching it go on without you.

Your siblings texted around 5:00. “hbd. mind if I eat the cake? no icecream”

You didn’t answer. Fuck them, honestly — there was no time for crying either. You had takeout to eat with your parents, who only remembered your birthday when they saw the date on the receipt.

They tried to make it sound fun. “Surprise!” They said. “You always love Thai food, right?”

“I did,” you replied, “when I was twelve.”

By the time He found you, you were lying on your bed, fully dressed, staring at the ceiling like the cracks in it might finally split open and swallow you.

He didn’t knock. Just let himself in like he always did — like the room was his, too. A breath, a pause, and the slight dip of the mattress beside your hip.

“You gonna talk,” he asked, “or am I just here to be atmospheric?”

You didn’t move. “I think I’m haunting myself.”

He leaned back on his elbows, eyes on you. “That so?”

“I think I died. Or fell out of frame. Either way, nobody noticed.”

It wasn’t said cruelly. Just... soft. Detached, like your voice had finally given up being angry and settled into hollow.

He didn’t say anything for a long minute. Then:

“They forgot, didn’t they?”

You didn’t answer. That was enough.

He slid something from their pocket and dropped it on your chest. A tiny plastic ring, the kind from a vending machine or party favor bag. Sparkly. Childish. Stupid.

“You’re joking.”

“I got it out of that rigged claw machine by the gas station,” he said flatly. “Spent like ten bucks. You better cherish it.”

You stared at it. Gaudy pink. Heart-shaped gem.

Then you laughed. Not because it was funny—because it was the first thing today that was yours. Ugly and honest and desperate.

You twisted to face him. “You know I’m failing maths?”

“I’d say I’m shocked, but…” He flicked your forehead. “You spend half the time doodling on your notes and the other half dissociating.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

You were silent again, but it felt different now. Shared. Softer at the edges.

He nudged your shoulder. “Sweet sixteen, huh? You gonna be justified and have a breakdown or just rot here in peace?”

You blinked at the ceiling. “Thinking about doing both.”

He reached for your hand. Just held it. Not like he was fixing anything. Not like he had to. Just there. Warm.

“Well,” he said, “at least let me rot with you. Happy damn birthday.”

You’re not their fucking afterthought.

wish he was actually real. or that I wasn’t. happy birthday to me

[nunyuta]

⚠️ TW:Fluff at the beginning → heavy emotional themes later. Mentions of: death / suicide, blood, emotional breakdown, dissociation, and psychological manipulation. ⚠️ WARNING: My English isn’t very good, so all my works are translated using an AI translator. I’m really sorry for any possible mistakes!

From the very beginning, you were terrified by stories of a fearsome, wicked dragon that lived deep within a forest overgrown with thorned rosebushes — a place no human foot dared to tread. Every brave soul who tried to challenge the dragon fell into an eternal sleep the moment they touched a single thorn.

You had heard countless tales of the dragon kidnapping princesses.

“Why does the dragon take princesses?”

“Oh, sweet one… Because he is evil, and evil brings chaos,” your mother would reply, gently caressing your cheek.

“The dragon wants humans to suffer… for rejecting him, for never wanting to be his friend,” she would say, placing her hand on your head and stroking your hair lovingly.

“Then why don’t we just befriend the dragon?”

“Ah… because he’s evil and means us harm…”

“But you just said he’s evil because we refuse to be his friend. So if we do become his friend, won’t he stop being evil?”

Your mother hesitated. Clearly unsure how to explain the flawed logic, she simply sent you to bed.

Not that you needed the logic explained. You knew perfectly well it was all made up — a bedtime fable meant to scare you away from the forest that stood right outside your window.

You often dreamed strange dreams. A tall boy with horns and piercing green eyes. His appearance should have frightened you, but there was something captivating about him. In your dreams, you could only watch as he stood with his back turned, gazing into the distance. And only at the very end, he would turn to face you — his emerald eyes glowing.

You didn’t know who he was, or why you kept dreaming of him. But you were certain: he was real. And he was waiting for you.

Years passed. Your eighteenth birthday was near. Talks of your engagement had begun around the age of twelve — perhaps even earlier — but back then, you were kept out of those discussions. Now, the subject screamed louder than ever. How could a princess reach eighteen and still not be engaged?

But none of the candidates were suitable: too poor, too persistent, too dull. Your father loved you dearly and refused to marry you off to just anyone. But it seemed he had grown tired of searching among the younger lords and began considering more “experienced” suitors.

“Father, I won’t marry him! He’s nearly four times my age!” — you shouted at dinner.

“Darling, listen—” he tried to reason with you, probably about to list all of the old man’s virtues.

“I don’t want to hear it! He’ll see paradise sooner than a wedding with me!”

“Then who do you want to marry?” — his voice roared through the hall.

“I’d rather marry the evil forest dragon,” you huffed — not meaning it seriously.

But your father took it otherwise.

“Ah, the evil dragon… Then go! Win his heart. I’ll wait patiently for the day you bring him home.”

“And if I do — you’ll bless the marriage?”

“Consider it done. But fail, and you will marry the man I choose. Now get out of my sight!”

“Fine! I will!” — you stormed out.

“Then go!”

“I am going!”

“Then GET OUT!”

Your exit was louder than your words. Crying, you ran to the stables, grabbed a cloak, a lantern, and mounted your horse — straight toward the forest.

Reckless? Absolutely. But you weren’t afraid — not even if you died at the forest’s edge. You couldn’t live the life your father dictated. You didn’t want to be seen as just a wife. Not a princess. Not a queen. Only someone's wife. That was your fate.

Standing before the thorns, fear struck you at last. But turning back now would mean surrender.

You took a step forward. The brambles parted for you, forming a path.

You walked… and walked… Until you saw a strange green glow through the branches.

Not a dragon’s fire… the light came from many small, floating orbs. Before you could think, the thorn wall closed behind you.

And the forest revealed its true face.

It was… breathtaking. Like another world. Trees, glowing flowers, fireflies — all bathed in moonlight. The green lights floated ahead, guiding you. So you followed.

You had no idea how long you'd been walking. Your legs ached, and you deeply regretted leaving your horse behind. You felt you might collapse.

Finally, the orbs stopped near a veil of vines. You lifted it.

Behind it was a pond, shimmering under the moon, surrounded by glowing flowers and butterflies.

And there — leaning against a tree — was a young man.

You rushed to him and sat beside him.

Was he asleep? Dead? Why did he have horns?

You touched his face.

Beautiful. Unbearably so. You stared so long, you didn’t notice he had opened his eyes.

“Who… are you?” — his low voice broke the silence. His green eyes pierced into your soul.

You couldn’t look away.

Until he gripped your hand painfully tight.

“Who are you, and why are you here?” — he repeated, firmer now.

“I-I… um…” — you stammered.

“I came to… ask for the dragon’s heart!” — the stupidest thing you could have said.

“The… dragon’s heart?” — he tensed, visibly on edge.

“Y-Yes! I argued with my father — he wanted to marry me off to a man old enough to be my grandfather! I said I’d rather marry the evil forest dragon, so he told me to go get the dragon’s heart if I wanted my own way!” — you were pacing now, waving your arms, venting your frustration.

Only now did the moonlight fall fully on him.

The horns. The face.

He looked just like the boy from your dreams.

“Wait… have we met before?” — you asked cautiously.

“Have we?” — he tilted his head, eyes scanning you.

“I’ve never left this place. But perhaps… in dreams.”

“Yes! That’s it!” — you lit up. “I’ve seen you in dreams since I was a child! Just like now!”

You took his hands in yours. He flinched at first, but then relaxed.

“Did… did you ever dream of me too?” — you asked, hope in your voice.

“How could I not?” — he smirked. “I’ve seen you. Often. But I thought you were just a beautiful illusion.” “No one that lovely could be real…” — he said, pressing your hand to his lips.

You were stunned. No one had ever said anything so beautiful to you.

You stared at him, unable to look away.

“Something wrong?” — his voice broke the silence.

“W-What? No, nothing! I… it’s nothing…” — you turned away, blushing.

You sat quietly together for a while, stealing glances.

“Oh, I never introduced myself!” — you suddenly stood, about to curtsey.

“No need. I know your name,” he interrupted.

“But… how?”

“You said it yourself — we’ve met in dreams.”

“Then… may I know your name?”

He fell silent, gaze distant.

“It’s getting late. Would you like to rest? I can take you to my home.”

He rose, extending his hand. You hesitated, but accepted.

The walk to his home was quiet. You exchanged only brief glances.

Then — in the distance — soft green lights appeared.

The vines parted, revealing a great castle. Larger than your father’s — but aged, overgrown with roses, and slowly crumbling. Still, something about it was… enchanting.

Suddenly, the young man knelt before you.

“You wished to know my name. I am Malleus Draconia, Prince of the Fae,” — he looked up, taking your hand — “and the very dragon who steals princesses.”

You suddenly felt weak. But his arms caught you before you collapsed.

“And you… will be the first princess I’ve ever stolen.” — he kissed you.

And then — darkness.

You never woke again.

Your body would not move. Your thoughts were fading.

But you knew. You knew what was being done to you.

Disgusting. So revolting you wanted to rip your skin off, claw your insides out.

But you could do nothing.

Only follow his voice.

Darkness surrounded you, interrupted only by the glow of those green eyes — eyes that once enchanted you.

You got what you asked for — the dragon’s heart.

But the price was your own: your body, your soul, your freedom.

There is no moral to this tale.

Look as hard as you want — you won’t find one.

Everyone in this story acted foolishly and recklessly. But only one can truly be understood.

The naïve princess, who refused to compromise with her father, choosing instead to chase a legend. She sought the dragon’s heart — and paid with her own.

The loving king, who, in a moment of pride and rage, banished the one person he treasured most.

And the dragon — the fae prince — who, maddened by centuries of solitude, didn’t know how else to reach the girl who haunted his dreams.

He got what he wanted. He took the one he desired most. But time was cruel to mortal creatures — and he knew it.

So don’t worry. When your beauty blossoms in full… He’ll place you in eternal sleep — frozen in ice — sealed beside him forever.

[milkbirthday]

Saying that *choosing not to* cut off your breasts is a kind of “non-action,” as though it were a non-choice, is so misleading because you're still doing things: You're choosing to keep your natural breasts, you're choosing to conduct yourself in a way that doesn't compromise that state of existence. So you're still making a decision about your body, one that has social and psychological consequences and underlying motives, and those motives don't exist in a vacuum; they have social origins.

Sorry, but no it's not just *some* women who would feel bad because they'd be less attractive, lol. Sexism and heteronormativity are baked into the fabric of social reality at all levels, don’t you remember? It's a pervasive, all-encompassing force. It would actually be the vast majority of women who’d feel that way for that reason, and it wouldn’t just be about “no longer being desirable”. it goes further. It would be about not being normal, about being improperly woman, and the social feedback/standing that comes with being read that way. Everyone is subject to this to in some way and radfems are definitely not immune to it.

This is precisely why most women who undergo mastectomy for medical reasons want reconstructive surgery. Obviously, I’m not denying that there are other reasons at play, but misogyny is undeniably one of the main forces shaping those choices and feelings.

Omg i'm not even a TRA im just unraveling underlying assumptions held by virtually all radfems

radfems point out that a woman choosing to undergo a mastectomy for trans reasons or breast augmentation is rooted in misogyny in one way or another, and I agree to some extent. But why wouldn’t that also apply to women who choose not to undergo these procedures and are satisfied with their own unmodified chests?

That’s still a bodily choice, even if it’s usual, and this choice has causes and consequences. Those things still develop within a social context that’s heteronormative and misogynistic, just like the other bodily decisions and feelings about one's body.

So all those things considered, it's pretty clear that misogyny is still involved, undeniably even. To be breastless (especially out of nonmedical reasons) is to be socially read as abnormal, unfeminine, undesirable and that attracts all sort of worse social treatments, especially from men.

Keeping one’s breasts on the other hand, means the opposite: staying in the norm, so being more feminine, more desirable, more typical, and consequently having a better social/symbolic standing compared to women who removed theirs. Deriving satisfaction from having a 'standard' chest makes sense but still, that feeling is built indirectly on the male gaze, on a system that valorizes & rewards some bodies at the expense of others ouf of misogynistic reasons. The root is still misogyny not matter the choice, really.

Keeping your breasts or cutting them off isn't really any different in terms of misogyny, one could even argue that not removing them is actually more misogynistic than doing so because it would means caring more about being 'properly female' so appealing more to males and being more compliant to sexist cultural comfort

At least, tifs are doing subversive choices even tho they're rooted in sexism, while most of you are choosing to aligning yourselves with sexist ideals ouf of misogyny. Honestly, who's worse here ?

[beigetiger]

Ok. So. I was initially going to make this in one post, but then I realized it was going to be too long and so have split it into two parts. This is gonna be me rambling about an AU. This is part one and is going to be about Skulduggery, Valkyrie, and how they’re doing in the war. This is still probably gonna be a long post that makes exactly zero sense, so buckle up.

Firstly, I’m gonna talk about what the two of them turned into after the big magic explosion.

At first Valkyrie seems relatively normal, albeit a bit injured. It takes a few days for her to realize that anything changed, similarly to what happened at the end of DoA. But she eventually begins to suspect that something is off about her and after a week or two manages to trigger a transformation that gives her several sets of wings and a set of retractable tentacles with which she is able to absorb other people’s souls and move power from person to person.

Shortly after this, she also starts acting a lot weirder. Similarly to Darquesse and her obsession with magic energy, actually, except that Valkyrie gains an obsession with absorbing everyone she cares about so that she cannot ever lose them. Luckily for everyone else, she’s only willing to do this if they’re close to death (at least in her current state). But basically, she starts talking a lot more like a god would, which is weirdly, vaguely, and objectifying of everyone around them. Skulduggery and Anton are both in something similar to isolation with her at some point, and so they are the first two to notice. Anton is vaguely creeped out but trusts Valkyrie in spite of it, even if he does continue to be slightly morally off-put by some of her decisions. Skulduggery doesn’t really mind it, and even welcomes the additional power since he’s now having to try and stay normal and not turn back into Lord Vile. In the years since she and Skulduggery split off from the main group, her form with wings has also grown in size, although she’s still normal on the rare occasions she decides to look normal.

Now, Skulduggery didn’t really have any big magic transformation. However, bad circumstances and peer pressure basically forced him to put large chunks of the armour back on so he could fight, and he ended up never really taking them off out of paranoia that he was about to be jumped by Sanctuary officers, even when he was at Valkyrie’s house. So it wasn’t the magic that eventually made him go insane, it was the magic armour, the violent tendencies that come with it, and his best friend randomly turning into a god.

While they’re technically classified as leading different groups, they work together constantly and are still pretty much inseparable. The two groups have also decided to just…merge together. It’s famously codependent duo that’s leading them, they might as well become besties at this point.

Another thing about how they work is that their dynamic drifts around a bit, but through areas that are pretty predictable. The two of them both sort of have the average SP god’s appreciation of life, that being “it’s all irrelevant in the face of the universe”, and as a result they don’t really think about the potential consequences of their violent actions. When they’re like this, they both tend to talk in such a way too (as stated earlier). However, they’ll also default to bantering as normal sometimes. But more importantly, the two of them (although most prominently Valkyrie) sort of…float in and out of lucidity.

To explain, they’re both insane and their brains work like gods, they don’t really think about the consequences of their actions. However, there are times when things such as their humanity, old morality and general personalities float back to them that sometimes cause them to have small breakdowns (although again, this tends to happen more with Valkyrie). And those usually last for a few days, and then their brains begin to slide more back towards the cold inhumanity of godhood. So their followers really just have to wake up and figure out how their bosses are doing mentally on that particular day.

That’s all I can think of for them right now tbh, but maybe I’ll add more in the future. Next post is gonna take a lot more organizing than this one.

[bibuckaroo]

i need to talk about this because this is very important to me:

yes, khun is down bad for bam and we KNOW that, but we need to start appreciating the fact that bam is down bad for him too and he’s just as embarrassing about it, like, this is not one sided, guys. the only difference is that bam always has a lot of shit going on, while khun always only deals with bam related problems.

but examples of bam being down bad:

• always singles khun out in a group, he’s the first person he sees and unless someone else interacts with him, he continues to only focus on khun, to the point that endorsi herself talks about this more than once, because she’s jealous that bam isn’t paying attention to her.

• while bam doesn’t like seeing any of his friends hurt, he usually doesn’t stop them from joining fights if they insist on it, he’ll just do his best to protect them. but here’s the thing: if he can help it, he doesn’t even let khun join a fight in a physical way and when khun looks like he’s going to leave his post in his lighthouse, bam explicitly tells him not to do that because it’s too dangerous, because to him khun belongs in the safety of his lighthouses, strategizing and protecting their friends.

• at the end of the day, the person bam is going to open to will always be khun. this is explicitly made aware when he bids both endorsi and yuri good night (two people who are his close friends and he’s known for years, and could’ve open up to at anytime) because they said they were going to rest, but when khun tried to do the same, he stopped him and asked if he could speak to him about the master key. very important!!! bam also wants to be the person khun opens up to, but every time he manages to ask him something personal, they get interrupted (looking at you, endorsi).

• bam actually stated it himself that khun ‘is his most precious friend’ when talking about why he was protecting ran, in terms of him being khun’s brother. enough said about it, khun is already on a whole other level to anybody else, and how insane it is that he’s willing to lay down his life for ran because he knows it would upset khun if anything happened to him?

• RACHEL HERSELF POINTED OUT THAT KHUN IS BAM’S PRIORITY!!! when she asked bam why he was giving her a fair chance in terms of getting the thorn fragment, literally her first assumption was because she had saved khun’s life.

• i also feel that is important to point out that while bam may not want khun in the direct line of danger, there is no one he trusts more than khun, because he knows that at the end of the day he can take care of himself, he just wishes he wasn’t put into a position where he had to. like in the sweetfish situation, he had a choice of where to go and he chose to go to hoaquin because he knew khun was with the sweetfish and he trusted khun to have a plan, even though he was worried.

• lastly, i need to mention this because i have never seen nobody talk about that: bam tries to hold on to the image of himself from the test floor in his interactions with khun a lot. after his time as jue viole grace, every time we see him interacting with other characters we see him serious and determined but rarely smiling, even with his old friends, but with khun i noticed a lot of instances that he does the closed eyed smile to reassure that everything was fine and while a part of me wants to believe that the only reason this happens is because khun just brings out this side of him, i also believe that is because (at least in a subconscious level) he believes that is the version of himself khun grew to care for (since we know bam segregates his personality, since his sworn enemy is the version of himself that is jue viole grace) and if he’s not that version anymore, will khun still care for him? (welp, this just got really angsty).

to end all of this: basically, i feel like we talk a lot about khun and his obsession with bam (affectionate) but we don’t talk enough about bam’s with him because his moments are always more subtle and usually get lost in everything else that’s happening on bam’s life.

and i noticed that we, in the khunbam fandom, tend to be able to read khun better (he truly is easier to read) than bam, but now this post makes me want to do a character study on bam.

[soapbbox]

I missed them, I forgot how fun they were to draw. Smushing interests together like Barbie dolls #nofacegang

[leonsliga]

I love that thomas and manu ship themselves. with a lot of other duos, it's just wishful thinking (totally fine) but their friendship? god <3 so real. the pictures, the "we've been married for 15 years", the interviews... why so romantic if not romantic lol in another universe, they are 100% together

Right? Everything’s so easy and natural with them. And while I don’t mind a bit of wishful thinking myself, the bond Manu and Thomas have is so authentic and genuine that it’s hard not to get a least a little sappy about them. And there’s just. so. much. lore. Even setting aside the iconic decade partners Instagram post and Thomas saying they’ve been married for 15 years, we’ve had so many moments that just really only make sense with them. Like when Thomas named one of his colts Manuel because he was born on Manu’s birthday, or how, during Bayern’s dominant 2012/13 season, Thomas would train with Manu during matches to keep his reflexes sharp. Or, well, just about any of what they said about each other here:

And, along those lines, sometimes they say things that just have such old married couple undertones that it’s genuinely hard to interpret them any other way, like the time reporters asked Manu if he would go golfing with Thomas at the DFB training camp and he replied with “I can’t golf. I could carry his luggage or whatever.” Or the time Thomas was asked about Manu’s perfect match against Porto back in his Schalke days and he immediately remembered his platinum blonde hair from back then. And then of course there’s the time Manu said Thomas was more than a teammate for him (aka Neuller heritage).

We also can’t forget when the two were decorating Bayern’s Christmas tree in 2015 and Thomas asked Manu if he holds onto the ornament baubles as tightly as he would a match ball (translation: Thomas wanted Manu to hold onto his baubles tightly 😏). Or how, when asked about whether or not Thomas would like to be Bayern’s official captain one day, Thomas was quick to reply, “I hope not. I’ve always tried to take responsibility in the team, but Manu is very welcome to remain my captain until the end of my career.” (in case you needed more proof that these two were robbed).

But that married couple-ness isn’t just in their words; it’s in their actions too. Take any of the times they’ve held hands during matches, or all the loving face cradling, head rubs, and head pats. And of course, the hugs. The many, many hugs. Especially from the side, so Thomas can grab onto Manu’s waist.

Also, I refuse to let any of you overlook that time Thomas gave Manu a full-on neck message in the tunnel (which, I might add, Manu was so unfazed by that it’s hard not to wonder if this had happened before).

And while we’re at it, talking about niche Neuller moments and all, there was that time they might very well have kissed behind a poorly-timed German flag back in 2010. And all their other Euro 2012 qualifier shenanigans that same year.

Fast-forwarding a bit to the 2012/13 season, and we were in for a treat; we had Thomas pulling a Luis Suárez and going in for a little nibble on Manu’s arm. Because not even the great Thomas Müller is immune to the cute aggression Manuel Neuer inspires.

Also, what about the time Manu got absolutely piss-drunk during the treble celebrations that same season and decided he needed to hug Thomas IMMEDIATELY? Or how we got the closest thing to an actual kiss we might ever get when Thomas kissed him on the cheek here?

Honestly, 2013 was Bayern’s year in more ways than one, because not only did it bring us the treble, it also brought us this iconic verse in the Neuller gospel:

But let’s get back to the way they talk about one another, because it doesn’t matter what the situation is—they always back each other. Before the 2014 World Cup even started (and Manu all but fingered him during the post-win festivities), he was already convinced Thomas would be the key to their success—a sentiment that carried over to club level, where he insisted Thomas was the linchpin in Bayern’s attack.

With Manu, it’s often the little things that speak volumes, like trusting in Thomas’ fitness, his ability to influence a match, and his importance for Bayern. He’s quick to remind everyone that Thomas always stands up for the team, that he’s dangerous regardless of position, and that his constant communication is a game-changer. As Manu would put it, “we (Bayern) need Thomas”.

Even when Thomas fell out of favor at Bayern for a time, Manu rushed to his defense, reminding everyone that “he’s a mature player who doesn’t buckle so easily”, and, despite dealing with a lot of criticism, Thomas remained important for the squad and was always in demand (in one way or another). Put another way, he had faith that Thomas could handle it.

For Thomas’ part, he has no problem casually reminding everyone that he thinks Manu is the number 1 goalkeeper in the world, that he makes a good striker, and, even though there are many good goalkeepers, Manu is special—just a step above the others and superb on the ball.

When his mans was shafted for FIFA World Player of the Year in 2015, Thomas knew just what to say: even if Manu didn’t win, he was the FIFA World Player in his heart. In fact, his decade partner was pretty much the reason Thomas felt so confident going into Bayern’s 2020 Champions League tie versus PSG; after all, in his words, “we’ll still have Manuel Neuer between the sticks”, a sentiment he echoed after they won.

And let’s not forget about that time a reporter asked Thomas to weigh in on the debate of who should be Germany’s number 1: Neuer or Ter Stegen. Thomas’ answer was immediate: “It’s a difficult decision, of course, but Manu has always been my goalkeeper. That’s why I’m standing by him.” Long story short, they’re always in each other’s corners, and they make no secret of it.

The point is, even when they make mistakes, they’re each other’s most fervent protectors. If the world is against them, then at least they still have each other and always will. Take Manu conceding against Gladbach, a team many would consider to be our goatkeeper’s kryptonite; Thomas was quick to remind the media that he’d saved Bayern’s points plenty of times in the past, and that this time, he just didn’t have as much to do before the goal and was probably a bit cold at the time.

Then you’ve got Manu on the other side of the things, supporting his husband’s rights and his husband’s wrongs, speculating that his red card (yes that one) was because he didn’t see Tagliafico and pretty much already had his foot up, aiming for the ball.

Hell, even when Manu was out of commission for a majority of the 2022/23 season (due to his nearly career-ending injury), Thomas visited him in rehab every day, no doubt for emotional support (and so he could tell his husband his best dad jokes). Although Manu was away from the squad physically, he was there in spirit; Thomas made sure of that, posting Manu’s autograph card from that season above his locker:

But it’s more than sticking around in each other’s darkest moments; they celebrate each other’s achievements too. Whenever Manu wins anything (and I mean anything), guess who’s first in line to congratulate him. It doesn’t matter if it’s World’s Best Goalkeeper, best goalkeeper of the 2019/20 Champions League season, FIFPro World 11, or even his DFB Pokal performance, Thomas will be posting about it (and probably already has). It doesn’t even have to be football-related, like when Manu was awarded the Bavarian State Medal for Social Merit for his charity work. Hell, even when Manu was one of the 3 FIFA World Footballer of the Year finalists, he was overwhelmed with pride (chill babe, the results weren’t even in yet). But by far my favorite instance of these two celebrating each other’s victories actually came from Manu: when he made sure the squad celebrated Thomas’ milestone 500th win with Bayern and refused to let him even try to be modest about it.

Honestly, let’s face it: we could make an entire separate post about all of the Neuller content that came out of Thomas’ 500th win. We had Manu running the length of the pitch to celebrate Thomas’ goal in that milestone match, Manu’s comments in his post-match presser, Thomas’ special thank you to Manu after the fact, the “married for 15 years” comment, and a new Neuller ad where Manu gave Thomas a special anniversary gift…there was so much content that it was almost overwhelming. We were so well fed that week 🥹

Also, speaking of Manu’s comments in his post-match pressers, I’m pretty sure at least a good 1/4 of Manu’s love language is praising Thomas in them, as you can see here, here, here, and here. The rest is him basically reciting his glorified wedding vows to anyone who will listen (and physical touch, duh).

Then you’ve got Thomas turning every Instagram story he can into him gushing over his Schnapper’s skills:

And he has no problem following Manu’s lead either, waxing poetic about his man in post-match interviews.

For as much praise as they heap on one another to the press though, they’re also no strangers to openly flirting with each other as well, if you couldn’t tell from that video from the Audi FCB Tour at the beginning. So, in that spirit, lovely people of the jury, I present to you exhibit A, where Manu told Thomas he’d “given himself a present 😉” after his 400th Bundesliga appearance (whatever tf that means).

Alright, now onto exhibit B: Thomas posting a picture with his two dogs and Manu asking “who’s more handsome”, only for Thomas to answer, “you, dog 😀”. Get a room you two!

Oh, you need more evidence, you say? Well, I’ve got you covered. Have a pic of Thomas brazenly checking out Manu’s ass, because not even he can resist the biggest bakery in Germany.

What’s that? You still need more? Well, aren’t you demanding! But don’t worry, there’s more blatant homoeroticism to come, because here we have exhibit D, where Thomas called doubles tennis with Manu “a dream come true”:

Actually, speaking of doubles tennis with Manu, I’m pretty sure this clip was the inspiration for the movie Challengers. The DFB has yet to confirm this of course, but I have no doubt that that confirmation is coming any day now 😉

Anyways, Neuller is so real and so powerful that at one point Bayern just caved and started funding some club-sanctioned dates. Usually they’re chaperoned (because Bayern might be a little homophobic with it—either that or they don’t trust Thomas not to try and conquer Manu any time they’re left to their own devices—it’s a toss-up really) by the likes of Basti, Mats, or even half the squad (see: 2022 Audi Summer Games). But not always. Sometimes we get Schafkopf dates (because they’re literal senior citizens and their date nights are just them playing cutesy little card games like the old bitties they are).

But anyways, back to our regularly scheduled shipping nonsense, because we still have exhibit E to go through: one day Thomas decided to make Manu’s goalkeeper training a little extra special by showing up shirtless (pretty sure the point of goalkeeper training is to keep him focused, not distract him with your lean, muscular body, Thomas, but I digress):

And lastly, I believe this gem deserves at least an honorable mention:

Let’s take a minute for Manu’s “Schnapper” nickname as well, which, although it may not be one that originated with Thomas, I think we can all agree he’s made it his own. After all, he uses it pretty much every time he talks about him.

As a brief little side note though (I feel like a lawyer giving my closing statements atp 😅), I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the fact that Thomas literally follows a Neuller fan account. Whether it’s intentional on his part or not, it’s still a fun addition to the lore.

So, in conclusion, if not romantic ship, why romantic ship-shaped? 🥺 I’m with you; in another universe, perhaps one not so distant from ours, they got married and grew old together, settling into a house in the mountains, surrounded by horses and doggos. I’m just glad they found each other in this universe at least, because, as it turns out, a Schalker and a Bayern Ultra make one hell of a dream team ❤️

They didn’t know it yet, but they’d go on to coparent the most dominant and successful club in Germany

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Finding the headmasters stash. (Bonus under the cut)

A lighthearted version and an angsty version.

There are 3 types of drunk shown here

Louis: Sleepy (couldn’t keep up)

Violet: Sad (guilt from her drunk of a father)

Clementine: I drink to forget but I always remember (recovering alcoholic)

You can thank @voltstone for that one ⬆️

BONUS ❤️⬇️

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Every time I see a sad post about Normal post finale, I mentally put him at a Bridgerton watch party w/ like five older queers all dressed in regency garb