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[lillilybells]

Family dinner VI✧₊⁺

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pairing|damian wayne x reader (feat. Jon and Connor) summary|you finally get to meet damian’s best friend, damian’s not a fan.

word count|1480

warnings|mentions of blood, tears, teen romance.

notes|I love love loveeeeeeee this panel of them sm.

Family dinner masterlist

It was supposed to be a good day.

You’d planned it for weeks—ever since getting together with Damian, there had been one name he brought up more than any of his siblings: Jon Kent.

Damian didn’t exactly glow when talking about people. But when he mentioned Jon? There was a faint fondness, like remembering a childhood memory he wouldn’t admit made him happy.

You’d spoken to Jon once or twice, over mic, while the boys were in the middle of a co-op game. The vibe was mostly chaotic and filled with bickering. Now, you were finally going to meet him in person.

But of course, nothing ever goes according to plan when you date a Wayne.

You woke up late. Spilled iced coffee on your outfit. Bambi’s sitter canceled. Your parents worked Saturdays. You were one more inconvenience away from crying into a pillow.

You dialed Damian’s number, voice cracking: “I’m sorry, I—I know we were supposed to go out, but the day’s been awful. I overslept, then Sarah bailed on watching Bambi, and it’s not like I can bring a bunny to—"

“Go to your balcony,” Damian cut in.

You paused. “What?”

“Balcony. Now.”

You didn’t question him. You never did when he used that voice.

You slipped into your room, heart racing—and froze at the sight of your boyfriend in full Robin gear, being carried through the sky by Superman.

Well—by a Superman.

Your mouth dropped open as you opened the balcony door. Jon Kent smiled as he gently set Damian in the room.

“You could’ve put me down on the balcony,” Damian grumbled, dusting off his cape, a little embarrassed, “we ran into a robbery on the way-“

“Oh my God!” you gasped, interrupting. “That’s your best friend? Superman?! Damian, why didn’t you tell me?!”

“You didn’t tell her?” Jon’s brows raised as he gave Damian a teasing look.

“I didn’t think she’d care,” Damian muttered, but his eyes narrowed when he saw the way you practically beamed at the taller boy.

“Care? I’m a huge Superman fan! Are you kidding?” you said, practically vibrating.

Jon grinned and extended his hand. “Then it’s nice to finally meet the girl who’s somehow managed to tame Damian Wayne.”

You giggled and shook his hand. Damian’s jaw tightened.

“Enough. Where are my spare clothes?” he asked, eye twitching.

“Right, right!” you laughed, running to grab him and Jon each a change of clothes. Jon, of course, was already taking in the room like it was a tour stop.

Ten minutes later, you were curled up on the couch, Bambi in Jon’s lap as you sat next to Damian—who was watching you both like a Hawke.

“So, lifelong Superman fan?” Jon asked with a charming smile, petting Bambi like he’d known him for years.

“Since forever. Especially growing up in Gotham—it was comforting to know there was a hero out there who saved cats and smiled. He was like a... beacon of hope in a city full of gargoyles.”

“Don’t let Batman hear that,” Damian grumbled under his breath.

“Are you a snitch, Damian?” you teased.

“No,” he muttered. “But you’d better hope Todd’s not around. He might draft a hit list just for that comment.”

“of course he would, the guy has a favorite gargoyle..” you giggle.

Jon chuckled. “You’re more charming than I expected.”

“I try,” you replied, leaning a bit closer. “What’s it like? Being bulletproof?”

“Honestly? Weird. I once destroyed a toaster just by looking at it.”

You gasped in mock horror.

“Wasn’t even on purpose. It just disintegrated.”

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By the time the laughter died down, Damian had pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as Bambi switched to curling in Jon’s hoodie. You were recounting how you and Damian met—Jon was wheezing from laughter.

“I’m not kidding,” you finished, “I drag him in my room- bloody trail and all, panicking, running around and trying to save his life— and when he finally wake up- he leaves without saying goodbye! I save this man and he ghosted me!.”

Jon nearly dropped Bambi. “You’re such an asshole,” he said, wheezing.

Damian just smirked.

“I still don’t know how you pulled her.”

“Like this,” Damian said flatly, tugging you in for a short, passionate kiss. You squealed a little at the suddenness, caught off guard but not complaining.

Jon blinked. “Huh. Yeah, okay. I get it now.”

Damian looked pleased.

“I gotta admit,” Jon added, “you’re more affectionate than I expected.”

“In front of you, sure. You’re not father.”

“I’d be lucky to get a side-hug in front of Batman,” you whispered.

“You’d be lucky to survive a kiss under his glare,” Damian muttered, frowning deeply.

“Aw, don’t get grumpy, baby.”

“Why does everyone say that?” Damian asked in exasperation.

Jon snorted. “You scowl in your sleep.”

Damian looked personally offended.

Just then, Jon checked his phone. “Crap. We were supposed to meet Connor twenty minutes ago.”

Your ears perked up. “Connor Hawke?”

“Yeah—oh! He can swing by here instead.” Jon was already typing before Damian could stop him.

“No. Don’t—do not—tell him to come here.”

“I already sent the location,” Jon said, nonchalantly.

“Delete it.”

“Too late.”

“Why, baby?” you asked, tilting your head. “I wanted to meet him too.”

Damian groaned. “Beloved, you don’t understand—”

“Oh my god,” Jon interrupted, grinning. “Did you just call her ‘beloved’?”

Damian blinked. “Yes. What else would I call her..?l

Jon blinked back, “I love that for you…”

Ding dong.

You turned toward the front door.

“That’s him,” Jon said cheerfully.

Damian sighed the longest sigh of his life, muttering curses under his breath.

Ding dong.

Damian groaned.

Jon grinned, getting up to open the door.

Connor Hawke stepped in with the grace of someone who never trips over their own feet. He was dressed casual—dark green shirt, zip-up hoodie, and a tactical calm in his expression that reminded you of Bruce more than you expected.

His dark blond hair was tucked under a beanie, and he looked like someone who could take down five guys and then ask politely if you needed help with your groceries.

He gave a short nod toward Jon and Damian before his eyes landed on you.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth.

You blinked. “Hi.”

Jon grinned. “Connor, this is Damian’s girlfriend. You know, the one.”

Connor raised a brow slightly, then turned back to you. “I thought Damian didn’t do relationships.”

“I thought the same thing,” you said with a sheepish laugh.

Connor smiled. Like actually smiled.

Damian was now holding you a little tighter.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” you said, offering a hand. “Damian mentioned you were, uh... calm.”

Connor shook your hand gently. “That’s one way to put it.”

“She’s being polite,” Damian muttered. “He’s a monk with throwing knives.”

Connor looked at Damian. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Anyway,” Jon cut in, flopping onto the couch, “we were just trading Damian horror stories. You got any?”

“I have volumes,” Connor replied, pulling out his phone. “Let me just scroll back to last year’s mission in Metropolis...”

“I swear to Ra,” Damian muttered. “You’re all insufferable.”

“I think this is adorable,” you whispered to Damian, bumping your shoulder into his. “You have two best friends.”

“I don’t,” he said flatly. “I have one best friend and one permanent stalker.”

Jon raised his hand. “Guess which one I am.”

You giggled.

Connor glanced at you again, this time with a bit more curiosity. “So... You’re dating him. On purpose.”

“I am,” you nodded with a proud smile. “Wild, right?”

“Very,” Connor said, his expression unreadable.

“Okay,” Damian deadpanned, standing up and positioning himself slightly between you and Connor. “Let’s all stop giving my girlfriend that ‘is she okay?’ look.”

“I mean,” Jon added, sipping water, “I still think she might be a spy.”

“I’m not,” you said cheerily. “But thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Connor chuckled. “If she were, she’d be better trained than half the League.”

Damian gave him the Dirtiest Look Known to Gotham.

“Connor,” Jon stage-whispered, “stop charming her.”

“I’m not,” Connor replied, perfectly neutral. “This is just how I talk.”

“Well stop it anyway,” Damian snapped.

You raised a brow. “Is this why you didn’t want him over?”

Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is exactly why.”

Jon beamed. “This is the most fun I’ve had all week.”

Connor gave a small, smug smile—because let’s be honest, he knew exactly what he was doing.

You, meanwhile, just smiled brightly as Bambi hopped across the floor, bumping into Connor’s boot. The archer crouched down instantly and scratched behind the bunny’s ear.

“He likes you,” you observed.

Connor glanced up with a subtle smirk. “Animals usually do.”

Damian looked done.

[conchoronzon]

Even now that we're in college, busy busy guys, my brother and I spend every Friday night slapped down on our apartment couch, playing video games in our pajamas. He wears boxers and tee. I only have on a pair of briefs.

We were in the middle of a match of COD when a sweet scent hit my nostrils, and my entire being pulsed. "You smell that?" I ask.

"I swear to god if you fart right now, I'm gonna beat your ass," my brother says.

We get back to playing. The scent lingers. My arm hair stands up. I shiver. I can't ask if there's a gas leak because he'll make a comment about farts again and then he'll pre-emptively do it, and that'll just be gross.

So I glance over to see if my brother has gooseflesh rising on his arms too. He doesn't. Instead, I catch a glimpse of his cock. His boxers are unbuttoned. It twitches, and that scent hits me again.

It's coming from his dick.

"You spray chemicals on your dick or something?" I ask, looking back at the TV screen. "Put that thing away."

My brother stops playing. "Oh." He shifts a bit beside me. "My dick is the thing you're smelling? I can't."

"I'm not about to put my nose on your cock," I say.

He pauses the game. He sighs. "Hey. I just need you to know, this wasn't on purpose."

"What are you talking about?"

He lifts his hips and shoves down his boxers. His cock jumps, and that sweet smell intensifies. My cheeks get warm. My mouth waters. My brother grabs my chin. His smile isn't devious like a guy about to teabag his brother. It's sad. "Those are pred pheromones."

"Pred...?" But those guys were supposed to be super rare. And we do this all the time. That doesn't make sense.

"I wasn't wanting to churn you." He licks his lips. "But if I'm not doing it on purpose, then it should only be noticable to someone who's meant to be my food. Last time someone brought it up and i left them alone, they got me drunk and fed themselves to me. I don't want you to go through all that."

"That's not... funny."

"No, it isn't." He sighs again. "Well. I'll make sure to get my girl pregnant with your load, okay?"

"What're you..." My eyes drift back down to his cock. It's easily a foot long. It pulses. With each pulse, it grows more. Precum leaks from the piss slit. They look like lips. It smells so sweet.

I bend down with my tongue out. My brother and I moan at the same time. It doesn't take long before I can't get even the head in my mouth.

"Well... I really liked being your brother," my brother says, and then his cock swells and swallows my head.

[girlinterupptedsblog]

♡Rafe loves to pick up fight and argument every time you two fuck trying to get reaction

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Toxic relationship dynamics, emotional manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, degradation, manipulation during sex, rough sex, crying, mentions of controlling behavior, codependency, angst, profanity, reader being degraded and emotionally pushed. NOT a healthy relationship. 18+ only.

The hotel room lights were dim, city shadows dancing across the bed where your bodies tangled, twisted in another one of those nights.

His weight hovered over you, body flush to yours, his name already slipping off your lips in quiet, breathless whimpers. You had missed him today — or maybe just missed the way he made everything else disappear, even if it meant you disappeared with it. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your thighs already trembling as he thrust deeper, the mattress creaking under the push and pull of your messed-up rhythm.

But he stopped.

His hips stilled inside you.

You blinked up at him, confused, panting. “Rafe?”

He didn’t move. His eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide, but not from lust. From something darker. He licked his lips once, slowly, and tilted his head like he was studying you.

"Who was the guy in your comments earlier?"

Your heart dropped. “What?”

His eyes flicked down to where your bodies met, then back up, still buried inside you. “The one with the hearts emoji. You know who I’m talking about.”

You swallowed. “I don’t—I don’t even know him, Rafe. I don’t control who comments—”

“Didn’t ask if you controlled it. I asked if you knew him,” he snapped, his tone shifting, sharp and cold. “You liked it.”

Your voice went smaller. “I double tap everything—”

He laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I fuckin’ bet you do.”

And just like that, he started moving again, slow and deep, eyes never leaving yours.

“You like guys drooling over you, huh?” Thrust. “You like feeling wanted?” Thrust. “You like pretending like you’re not mine?” Another, harder. You gasped.

“Rafe, please—”

“You took six fuckin’ hours to reply to my text. What, you were busy? Too busy to say ‘okay’?” His hand gripped your jaw now, forcing your face up so he could watch every flicker of guilt, fear, arousal. “Or were you ignoring me on purpose, huh? Trying to get a reaction?”

Your lip trembled. “No, I wasn’t—I just—”

“You just what?” he sneered. “Didn’t care?”

He shifted your legs wider, your back arching at the pressure. You were trying to focus on the sensation, the heat building between your legs, the dizzying way he knew every angle of your body. But his voice, his accusations, were eating at you like acid.

“You wore that dress, too. That tight one with the slit. For what? So some asshole at the bar could picture fucking you when he gets home?” His voice dropped, dangerous. “You think I don’t see it? You want attention. You want them to look at you.”

“I wore it because I liked it,” you whispered.

His hand slapped your thigh. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to sting. “Don’t lie to me.”

You choked back a sob. “I’m not—”

He leaned down, mouth right beside your ear, breathing heavy. “Yeah, you are. You’ve been lying since the second you got into this bed.”

All that just to keep fucking you.

You turned your face to the side, tears slipping out of your eyes onto the pillow.

He kissed your cheek.

“You cry every time we do this,” he murmured against your skin, soft now. Too soft. “Why do you come back?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

He stared down at you again, brushing the wetness off your cheek with the back of his hand, like he hadn’t caused it. “Because you know no one else will want you like I do.”

He sped up, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head now, his grip bruising.

“You’re mine,” he growled into your neck. “I can fuck you whenever I want, but the second I see some dumb fuck looking at you like you’re available—”

You let out a gasp as he slammed deeper, sharp and possessive.

“Rafe—”

“You should see your face right now. God, you love when I get like this. You’re such a fuckin’ liar,” he hissed. “All that crying, acting like I’m the bad guy, but you’re squeezing around me like you want me to ruin you.”

Your body betrayed you. Your breath hitched, and your legs trembled again.

He smirked.

“You always do that. Always cry, always act like I’m too much, but then you keep takin’ it. Over and over.”

You blinked up at him, helpless, lips parted. His eyes softened just enough to make you feel stupid for doubting him.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered suddenly, the edge in his voice vanishing for half a breath.

You whimpered as he reached down to circle your clit, the stimulation too much, your body shaking beneath him now, torn between pleasure and pain and guilt and rage.

“You gonna cry again?” he said, almost lovingly. “Yeah… that’s right. Cry for me, pretty girl. Show me how much you hate me.”

Your orgasm ripped through you before you could stop it, shaking and violent, the tears streaming freely now. He kissed your jaw as your body convulsed under him.

“Always so good when you’re broken,” he whispered against your cheek.

[blooddlusts]

DON'T YOU GET ME STARTED NOW ⋆｡°✩ jake sim series

( 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘿𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙄𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙀? ) ── in which you accidentally take what you think is a “stray dog” only to evoke the wrath of jake sim who is on a manhunt to find out who stole layla

(𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄.) jake sim x fem! reader / alternatively, there's a boy in the same city as you who thinks you stole his dog on purpose and is about to unleash hell into your life. call it fate, call it war, but this boy isn't letting you off the leash any time soon . . .

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[ STARRING / jake sim & jay park from enhypen. noh yunah from illit. kim chaewon from le sserafim. giselle from aespa. yoon keeho from p1harmony. hueningkai from txt. ]

[ GENRE / smau \ crack / fluff \ written / university setting \ non idol au / very much giving one of those random summer films that are just like upbeat vibes but like also insanely chaotic at the same time / non idol au ]

[ FIC NOTES / this is my first social media + written series and i'm so excited to get the chance to write it! please be patient and i'm sorry if there's any mistakes, i'm still figuring out how making social media profiles and fake texts work. i hope you guys enjoy this! ]

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000. character profiles (coming soon) 001. there's a doggo sniffing my booty (coming soon) [ more chapters to be added soon ! ]

[ / taglist is OPEN ]

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[sourkiki]

THE DEVIL WEARS UNIFORM. (TEASER)

SYNOPSIS: With the annual Winter Gala just around the corner, it's a must for students to bring a plus one for the event. It's also the chance for heirs, influencers and future CEOS to make headlines and names for themselves. When a scandaulous rumor erupts, involving Riki's involvement (possibly him being involved with a rival school’s heiress), his image and the Dance Club's sponsorship, is at risk. The funder threatens to pull out of funding unless he clears his name. To save himself, Riki approached you with an outrageous deal: "Pretend to be my girlfriend. We hate one another, right? So this'll be easy." You agreed nonetheless, due to personal reasons. However, things didn't go as planned and you're starting to realise this might be a bad idea. Or was it?

CONTENT: rich kids x fake dating au, college au, dancer! 西村力 x fem! reader, enemies to lovers, reader has family and personal issues, angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, misconceptions of one another, lots of plot, happy ending, will add more when fic is finished.

NOTE: ngl, i didn't planned on doing a teaser but after asking some moots, i decided to do it because uh, this fic is gonna be over 10k wc! i swear im working on the jake fic guys... i swear.. anyways, send an ask off-anon or comment here to be added when the full fic is out, xoxo. don't let the teaser fool you, this fic WILL have a happy ending, trust.

It’s a well-known fact that you and Nishimura Riki are enemies. The moment you’re placed in the same room, breathing in the same air is when all hell breaks loose. Snarky remarks are ruthlessly exchanged between the two of you while you bare your teeth at one another. You’re the President of the Student Council, a role-model to the school body and in the teachers’ eyes, you are the best student they ever had. You have everything—the looks, the grades and the talent in what you do. 

Nishimura Ni-Ki, on the other hand, is the leader of the dance club. Ever since he joined, he had made names for Decelis Academy, bringing home countless trophies, way more than what could fit on the shelves for display purposes. He’s the total opposite of you—a troublemaker, known to cause trouble, leaving them behind in his trail. He’s reckless and annoyingly smug. Not to mention, he’s popular with the girls too. 

With the annual Winter Gala happening at the end of the current semester, students are required to bring a plus one to the gala. It’s a place for everyone to showcase what they are made of, to secure a spot in the corporate industry. To you, the gala is a stage for you to secure your dream career of being a lawyer. 

While you were busy running back and forth, juggling between your duties and studies, you didn’t expect for Riki to approach you out of nowhere. It happened when you were packing up for the day, ready to leave when the boy entered the council room. Unlike his signature charismatic, arrogant demeanor, he was nervous. Riki nervously fidgeted with his fingers. This was your first time seeing him acting like this, a huge difference to how he usually carries himself. 

“Riki? What brings you here?” You asked, curious. 

He raised his head, an unreadable expression on his face. “I need you to be my girlfriend. Fake girlfriend.” 

Silence. 

“What?” You gaped at him, dumbfounded. 

Riki ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, looking stressed and more importantly: uncertain. “Look, you know about the rumor between me and Hana. There’s a chance the sponsorship for the Dance Club might be revoked and I don’t want that to happen.”

At this point, he was getting desperate. You crossed your arms, eyes focused on him. “And? How does this link to me being your fake girlfriend?”

Rki scratched the back of his neck. “It helps by getting her off my back and… you get to stop the rumors that you’re too cold to date anyone. 

You blinked. “Excuse me?” 

He winced. “Look, people love to gossip about you and me. If we date, it’s a win-win situation. You get to prove that you're not some emotionless council robot, and I get to fix my image before the sponsors pull out.”

You stared at him, stunned. “So, let me get this straight. You’re asking me to be your fake girlfriend to clean up your mess and patch my reputation at the same time?”

Riki hesitated before nodding. “Basically… yes.”

The silence stretched. 

Riki’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “You hate me, right? So, you’re not gonna fall for me. And I definitely won’t fall for you. That makes us perfect for this.” 

You wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. You wanted to mock him, taunt him about how he had shoved his pride aside to beg you for help. But the longer you looked at him, the more you could see a boy, desperate for your help. He wasn’t the annoying, smug and loud Riki anymore. 

You purse your lips. “...Fine, we’ll do this fake boyfriend girlfriend thing.” 

Riki’s face lit up like a light bulb, flashing you a boyish grin. A grin that suits him shockingly well. Well enough to make your heart flutter. “Great! Looking forward to working with you, girlfriend.” 

You can only pray that this will go well. Or else, you might lose everything. 

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“You want to what?” Riki asked in disbelief, unable to believe what he just heard. 

You didn’t turn to face him. Not yet anyways. You didn’t have the courage to do so. You faced the front, choosing to stare at a random spot of the view spread out before you. A gentle gust of wind blew past your face, caressing your cheeks in a light, fleeting kiss. The moment would’ve been romantic if you didn’t break it with your words. 

“I want to break up, Riki.”

“I heard you the first time, but why? Why so sudden? We were doing well and the gala’s next Monday. You can’t enter without a date,” he replied, frustration lacing his words. 

You snapped. 

Spinning around at lightning speed, you fully faced him. Riki paused, faltering at how wrecked you looked. Your eyes were swollen, red and tears brimmed in them. Some tear droplets trickled down your face. Your fists were tightly clenched, arms trembling with barely held back self-restraint. You harshly bit down on your bottom lip. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to inflict pain but hard enough to ground yourself. 

“Because this is starting to feel real to me! The way you treated me, the way you looked at me, like you actually love me, is scaring me!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, voice cracking mid-sentence. 

Silence. 

Riki couldn’t speak. He chose to stare at you, eyes wide and jaw slackened. “(Name), I—” 

“Stop, I don’t want to listen to your excuses anymore. I told myself this was just an act from the beginning, for me to protect my reputation. The reputation that I worked blood, sweat and tears off to get to where I am. But you… you made it impossible.”

He attempted to take a step closer but you stepped back. Your action made his heart tightened, as if he was stabbed right in his chest. He curled his hands into fists. 

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna walk away? After everything we’ve been through?” 

You steadily met his gaze. “I have to. Because if I stay, I’m afraid I’ll fall deeper. And I can’t afford that. Not when I’m the only one feeling this way.”

The living room felt like a vacuum, void of any sound. The only noticeable sounds were your heavy breathing and sniffling. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, robotically grabbing your bag on the way out as you headed to the door, slipping on your shoes. 

Riki didn’t chase you. He didn’t call your name or move an inch. He merely stood there, feet rooted to the ground, watching as you stepped out of his sight—his life. As he watched you vanish, he couldn’t help but wonder if letting you go was his biggest mistake. 

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[mintarot]

Pick A Pile - A classic literature quote to describe your future spouse ⊹₊⟡⋆

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Pile 1 - The Wolf

Astrological (Sun) Sign: Aries, Leo

Your future spouse is someone who remains humble, no matter how successful he is. They will be a very down to earth person who will love you very deeply, and with love comes unwavering loyalty. You can trust them completely, they will never betray you and they will be very honest and straightforward with you and their feelings for you.

Their love for you runs so deep that they will give the whole world up for you even if it hurts them, just to see you happy. Though their actions in loving you may not be loud or flashy, they are like your quiet protector, supporting you in the shadows, ensuring that you never feel lonely, just like a wolf fighting tooth and nail for their mate, and still happily giving them the biggest share of their meal, because your happiness is their purpose.

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Pile 2 - The Golden Retriever

Astrological (Sun) Sign: Sagittarius, Cancer

Your future spouse will be someone who is very attentive to you and your needs. He’s someone that will remember every single little detail about you, not because they have to, but because they love you that much, and being attentive to you and joyfully giving is part of their love language.

Maybe you may not like lettuce in your sandwich, they remember it and make sure that the lettuce will never be in your sandwiches. Or maybe a branded item caught your eye, but it may feel out of reach. They remember and may quietly save up for it, to surprise you one day and see your smile and laughter. They love to see you happy and through remembering even the tiniest details about you, they express their depth of love and just how much he truly cares for you.

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Pile 3 - The Doberman

Astrological (Sun) Sign: Scorpio, Taurus

Your future spouse gives off protector vibes. They are someone who may look tough on the outside, making sure no one messes with you. They are like a Doberman: alert, loyal to you. Possibly even intimidating to people that are not close to him. They may have a little bit of an unapproachable vibe to them because of their intensity.

But beneath all that intimidating act, is a huge softie. Just like a Doberman who is actually all soft and goofy with their owner. They melt in your arms and cling to you tightly, just showing you how much they love you. Their love may be fierce but it’s also incredibly tender, only letting down their guard when they’re in their safe space, which is you.

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[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧

Parings → Nathan Drake x Reader

Warnings → angst, fluff, teasing

Summary → Nate unexpectedly reunites with Sully's daughter, whom he previously hurt on a date, causing tension before a new adventure begins.

Nathan Drake slipped silently into Sully’s apartment, the door creaking faintly as it closed behind him. The place was dimly lit, a little dusty, full of old maps, trinkets, and the scent of cigar smoke and aged whiskey.

His eyes scanned the room with one purpose: Retrieve the bracelet, but his attention veered as he spotted something familiar: the map. The one he and his brother had dreamed about since they were kids. His fingers itched to trace the lines, to dive into the puzzle of it.

“Hey, I see patience ain’t your virtue,” Sully’s gruff voice called from behind.

Nate turned around, a crooked smirk already forming on his face. “Surprised to see me?”

“Not even slightly.” Sully stood with his hands in his pockets, effortlessly casual. “Made you a drink.”

Nate raised an eyebrow as his gaze landed on the glass Sully nodded toward. A Shirley Temple. The absurdity tugged a chuckle from his chest. “Shirley Temple. That’s hilarious. And the bracelet?”

Sully gestured toward his desk like it wasn’t even worth the energy. “It's in the first drawer there on my desk, if you want it. But I think you're here because you got bigger fish to fry.”

“Nah,” Nate replied with a casual shrug. “I'm just here for the bracelet.”

He strode across the room like he owned it, opened the drawer, and plucked out the bracelet with a swift flick of his fingers. The cool metal curled into his palm like a prize.

“You done?”

“No.”

He stuffed the bracelet in his pocket, but something else gleamed nearby. A lion-shaped emerald trinket. He let out a low whistle, picked it up, turned it over thoughtfully in his hand.

“Oof, this looks valuable,” he muttered, slipping it into his bag like it was his birthright. “Now I’m done.”

But before Sully could toss some sarcastic comment his way, the sound of footsteps hit the air, light, soft. Then came a voice that hadn’t crossed Nate’s path in months.

“Dad, what are we getting for di—”

You stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs. Your eyes locked on Nate like you’d seen a ghost… or something worse.

Nate’s entire face shifted. His smirk disappeared.

“Oh… my god,” he breathed, stunned. His shoulders tensed as he straightened up instinctively.

Your jaw dropped, and then your expression hardened like steel. Arms folded. Eyebrows arched.

“What are you doing here?!” The fire in your voice made him flinch, just slightly.

“I—um—” He sounded nothing like the confident guy from seconds ago.

Sully’s eyes darted between you both like he’d just stumbled into the middle of a soap opera.

“Wait, wait… you two know each other?”

Your glare sharpened, and your voice was like ice wrapped in gasoline.

“Yeah, Dad. Remember that date I went on a few months ago? The one that went horrible?”

Sully’s brows shot up, connecting the dots faster than you could stop him.

“That was him?! ”

“Yep.”

The disgust in your tone could have curdled milk. You didn’t even bother to look at Nate again.

---

Flashback – A Few Months Ago

The first time you walked into that bar, you didn’t expect to keep coming back. But there was something about the bartender with the boyish grin and soft brown eyes that made it hard to stay away. Nathan Drake had this effortless magnetism—he was charming, funny, confident in that annoyingly hot way, and every time he caught your eye across the counter, it felt like the air shifted.

You started going once a week. Then twice. Sometimes with friends, sometimes alone, pretending you just liked the drinks when really, it was all about him.

You were quiet, more reserved—the kind of girl who watched the room rather than commanded it. But once you had a drink in you, the edges of your nerves softened, and the flirty back-and-forth with Nate became addicting. He’d tease you, call you “mystery girl,” and flash that grin like he knew exactly the effect he had on you.

Then, one night, he leaned on the bar with his elbow and said, “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you always come here just to see me.”

You’d blushed, laughed then shrugged, “maybe I do.”

“How about you prove it, then?” Nate smirked.

“How?”

“Go on a date with me.”

You nearly dropped your glass.

You said yes, of course. And for the rest of that week, you couldn’t stop replaying the moment over and over again. The possibilities swirled in your chest like butterflies—romantic, chaotic, hopeful.

✧･ﾟ: *✧ The Date ✧･ﾟ: *✧

The reality was… less dreamy.

No music. No dim bar lights. No cocktails to help you flirt back effortlessly. Just the two of you, seated at a small café table, a single flickering candle between you, and a silence that stretched just a little too long.

You sat with your hands in your lap, trying not to wring your fingers into knots. The words in your head felt scrambled, like you couldn’t quite reach for the right ones fast enough. Your voice sounded small. Meek.

Nate, on the other hand, looked... unimpressed. He leaned back in his chair like he was watching the clock tick, his foot tapping against the floor, fingers lightly drumming on the tabletop. He hadn’t made eye contact in a while.

You forced a smile. “So… uh, you ever came here before?” God, that’s what you went with? Basic small talk? You immediately wanted to melt into the floor.

“Nah,” Nate replied absently, barely glancing at you. “Not really my scene.”

You nodded, laughing weakly, then fell back into silence. You could feel it—that heavy, suffocating awkwardness setting in like fog. Every second without conversation made your heart pound faster.

You picked up your water, sipping to stall, trying to think of something clever, something flirty. But nothing came. He wasn’t giving you much to work with.

He checked his phone.

You looked down at your napkin, tracing the edge with your nail. “Is everything okay?” You asked softly.

“Hm?” He looked up, startled, like he hadn’t realized you were still there. “You seem… distracted.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look… you’re just not really the girl I thought you were.”

The sentence landed like a gut punch. Your stomach dropped, and your lips parted before you could even think of what to say. “What… what do you mean?”

“I thought you were like me—y’know, fun. Flirty, wild.” He shrugged, casual as ever, like he was commenting on the weather. “But this? The whole quiet, shy thing? It’s not really my type.”

You blinked, hard. It felt like the table had just dropped out from under you. “I-I’m sorry if I—”

“Don’t apologize,” he interrupted quickly, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s just not working. No hard feelings, okay?”

No hard feelings. Like he hadn’t just pulled the rug out from under a version of yourself you’d been building up the courage to show him.

You nodded, slow and mechanical. “Yeah… sure,” you said, even though your voice trembled and your throat felt tight.

“Thanks for being honest,” you managed to say, voice trembling as you stood up on stiff legs, already pulling some cash from your purse, fumbling to leave enough to cover your untouched coffee. Your vision blurred at the edges, tears threatening to spill, but you blinked them back with everything you had.

You weren’t going to cry in front of him. You wouldn’t give him that.

He didn’t even flinch as you turned and walked away. No protest. No “wait.” Not even a glance.

And that was the part that stung the most.

✧･ﾟ: *✧ Present ✧･ﾟ: *✧

“You’re the fucker who broke my daughter’s heart?!” Sully’s voice could’ve cracked a wall. His glare practically burned through Nate’s soul.

Nate’s hands flew up defensively, but his voice stayed annoyingly smug. “Look, I was just being honest. I didn’t want to waste her time. But, hey, if I knew she was your daughter, maybe I’d have thought twice. She’s probably got some fire in her, huh?”

Your eyes flared like a warning signal. “Don’t you dare flirt with me!”

Nate shrugged, a smirk creeping back onto his face. “Just saying, sweetheart.”

The audacity in that smile. You wanted to slap it off his face.

“What the hell is he doing here, Dad?” You spun to Sully, your patience fully gone. This was not how today was supposed to go.

Sully sighed like he’d aged ten years in ten seconds. “That’s Sam’s little brother, Nathan Drake.”

You blinked. “He’s Sam’s brother?”

Nate gave a cocky little wave, like it was an honor to be in his presence. “Yeah, baby. Surprised?”

You groaned, threw your hands up like the universe itself was playing a joke on you. “Great. Just great. I’m not going anywhere with him, Dad.”

“Come on, honey,” Sully pleaded, voice gentler now. “I need you on this one. I can’t do this without you.”

You held Nate’s gaze for a moment, fire in your eyes. Then Sully’s. Back and forth. Trapped.

“Fine,” you hissed through gritted teeth, stomping toward the stairs.

“But I’m not happy about it.”

“I’ll see you later, baby,” Nate called after you, voice soaked in smugness.

Sully looked like he was five seconds from throttling him. “Stop flirting with my daughter. She already hates you.”

Nate leaned against the wall with a self-satisfied smirk. “We’ll see how long she can keep hating me.”

Sully muttered something dark under his breath as he walked away, probably cursing the day those two ever crossed paths.

༻﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡༺

Tags: @sir-this-is-a-wendys @words-to-accomplish-something @ptergwen @lightgreysoul @moniffazictress11

[the-golden-neko]

TWISTED WONDERLAND CRACK HEADCANONS

Okay okay okay, does anyone have male relatives that like to ask for a bite of food and then proceed to practically inhale it? Like you have a cupcake or something and their bite takes more than half of it? Well I do! And now I’m subjecting y'all to Twisted Wonderland characters I believe would inhale your food if you offered them a bite.

From Heartslabyul we goooooooot! Ace! I believe he would do it intentionally out of pettiness. Like he sees the opportunity to mess with you and takes it. You innocently ask him if he wants a bite of your food and then he will summon the power of a black hole and go chomp. The other Heartslabyul boys wouldn’t inhale your food for various reasons. Riddle wouldn’t because…we’ve seen how his mother treated him. Brother barely ate as a child, no way my man has the habit of going chomp on people’s food. Also manners. Trey and Cater wouldn’t because they would both be like “that ain’t cool” Trey would be more like “I don’t wanna start anything” and Cater would be more like “I don’t wanna risk anything to get canceled” (jk…kinda) and Deuce is baby and he would never.

From Savanaclaw? Honestly all of them for different reasons. Jack would do it by accident. Like just look at him, I wouldn’t be surprised if my guy could eat a tennis ball whole. Ruggie would see it as free food and want to make the most out of it, so if ya want to actually eat your food, dont offer the (I say this lovingly) penny pincher any. And Leona….well is just Leona, obviously the douche canoe would eat most of your food if offered (he is a lion after all and lions are cats).

Octainville, I say Floyd. Why? It’s Floyd, no further comment. Azul wouldn’t because yk he diets so he wouldn’t devour your food. Also he doesn’t want to risk being in debt to you so that’s another reason why he wouldn’t. And even though Jade COULD, he wouldn’t because he got a facade of being a gentleman.

Scarabia! None! Okay maaaaaybe Kalim? But I get he would just open his mouth real wide and then just take a reasonable bite out of the food. And Jamil is too tired for these games.

Pomfiore…also none…like have you seen them? Vil would never because manners and he doesn’t want your peasant food! He has an image to maintain! He would never eat such PROCESSED FOOD! (Okay probably not that dramatic but yk what I mean). Rook would never (but he would act super duper grateful for being asked and be super dramatic about being offered food, by you specifically, and act like that is the first bite of food he ever had in his life. Classic Rook stuff) and Epel might but he would probably get hit in the back of the head by Vil if he tried.

Iginhyde…yes and no to Idia? Like I believe he could but wouldn’t because he wouldn’t want to make you mad. Ortho can’t eat so he doesn’t count.

Diasomnia! All but Silver. Malleus is a dragon so of course he would go chomp on your food and similar reason for Sebek. Like Sebek is more like Jack and he wouldn’t do it on purpose but because he kinda based on a crocodile? He is based on the lightening bolt but he’s also based on the crocodile? Or an alligator? Idk! The point is that he is based on an animal that goes CHOMP! So he will accidentally chomp off more than half of your food. Lilia is like Ace so he would do it to mess with ya. He would be a lot more of a tease about it too! He would be like “fu fu fu~ did I do thaaaat?” And then vanish out of existence! Silver is like Idia and COULD devour more than half of your food but doesn’t. Unlike Idia, he wouldn’t because he isn’t too scared to make you angry, he wouldn’t because he’s too nice and has integrity.

So there is my headcanon. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, good day.

[cosmicbrownskin]

maknae line seeing your natural hair for the first time

pairing : blackfem!reader x maknae line (separate)

genre : fluff n pure cuteness. that's it.

warnings : kissing, pet names, violent threats, cursing.

has links to hairstyles found on pinterest!

backstory : so basically, you guys started dating when your hair was straightened. so they haven't seen your natural hair yet. hence, why they're surprised.

a/n: im sorry for the long wait i put you all through for the maknae line... anyways enjoy!! (felix's is a bit long; got carried away)

feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

hyung line here .

han - 한

you sat on the counter, doing your hair

"BABY! I BOUGHT LEGOS FOR US TO-"

stood in absolute shock

"i- when- you're so- god, im dating a goddess."

"can i touch it?"

and once he notices the star parted in the front? oh hes a dummy in love

he can't believe just how creative you are

is FOR SURE gonna get star hair clips to with the style

oh and soon as he steps into the beauty supply store? straight disbelief

stays by your side while you pick out your shampoos, oils, and deep conditioners

once when you came home from work, you found han trying to do the same style

(guys he just loves you, he's not trying to be disrespectful)

it didn't look have bad, the star was just a little wonky looking

once he saw the ungodly amount of hair products you had, he used them (not alot obviously he's not trying to waste)

and you did have to help him, but you started of small, using your oils on him first

and wash days for sure became a little date for you guys

he just cares so much about you and your hair

felix - 필릭

it was wash day, and so you were finally on the last part of your hair

"angel do you wanna go to the arcade? i'm free tonight-"

"oh hey lix-"

big childlike smile on his face when he sees it

even if this was the first time seeing your curls, he was already inlove with it

"sunshine, gorgeous, beautiful flower, your hair is so pretty like this"

back hugs, then he turns you around admiring the clips in the front (and ofcourse your beautiful face)

now. the beauty supply store.

you lead him the gel isle, grabbing some gel from the shelf

"baby there's like 10 different colors of gel here, how do you know which one to pick?"

it has its purpose on the front

he's basically like a child in a candy shop

felix does watch in awe as you pick up your oils, shampoos, and edge controls

is more than happy to pay for it, no matter what

because felix begs you to go to the beauty supply so often (even when you don't need anything)

ends up building friendship with the aunties that work there

once when you first went there with him, the woman said,

"sugar, you better keep him! up here paying for all your curl supply!"

blushed hard in the car

oh and when you revealed your stash of products, he was more than happy to help you use all of them

so like han, he INSISTED on helping.

(he's up at night learning how to cornrow and keep your curls nice)

seungmin - 승민

wash day. but this time you wanted to do something different from all your other hairstyles so you went with bantu knots.

"baby, you wanna watch a movie tonight?"

now he wasn't as physically dramatic as the others.

internally? yes.

'oh my god my girlfriend looks so gorgeous with her hair like this- how the hell did i get this lucky??? she's definitely sent from heaven-'

those were his internal thoughts until you snapped him out of it with his name

"seungmin."

"yeah, sorry baby."

"you look like you've A. seen a ghost or B. don't like my hair.

"nonono! it looks so pretty on you, i was just in surprise because i've never seen it like this before.."

hugged the self-doubt out of you

presenting the beauty supply store!

he watched quietly as you picked up the things you needed

made a promise to himself to later search up things about your hair type

now obviously, we all know seungmin and his playful jabs at people, he did it to you too

but when it came to other people, even his members, he didn't play around

so when it came to han joking about your hair a bit, and seeing you not laughing, he shut it down with a jab

"you shouldn't be talking when your hair isn't half as pretty as hers."

you did have to reassure han that it was okay, just not to do it again

jeongin - 아이엔

you were sitting on your bathroom counter, doing your hair

"y/nnie, do wanna bake brownies? felix hyung sent me his recipe-"

"wow."

“what? is it uneven?”

“no, it looks perfect on you.”

like seungmin, he wasn’t having a dramatic reaction, but it was enough to reassure you

“noona?”

“yeah baby?”

“never straighten your hair again.”

immediate smile from you, “i won’t.”

now, the beauty supply store.

was immediately overwhelmed by it, but understood that this was like heaven for you

he never asked what anything was

but was so happy that you were happy

at the register, he just pulled out his wallet, even if you insisted on paying

(the beauty supply stores these days are EXPENSIVE nowadays)

and of course the auntie at the register said “look at you boy! paying for your girl’s hair supply!”

same thing with felix “you better keep him honey! up here paying for your gels n oils!”

for sure went red, and smiled

as soon as you got in the car, he asked “can i help you? or i can try! please?”

you couldn’t say no to that handsome shy boy.

and later that night, he did help you fix up your edges and puffs

but when you went to sleep? oh he stayed up till dawn researching your hair type and products for it

even if you weren’t older than him, noona still came out his mouth

so when you eventually woke up to see his laptop and phone open to products and pictures he mumbled

“noona, i can help you properly now.”

☹️☹️ ugh guys he just loves you

a/n: guys, it’s finally out, and i finally have my laptop back. sorry for the wait once again, love you!!

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

after many many months, I finally got back to my true detective rewatch, by which I mean: I watched half of episode 2. and they're just. they're so fucking funny.

Not saying anything new here, but they are so truly, briefly, inhabiting separate genres. Rust IS actually the only guy who gives the appearance of thinking about the case, brain circling the killer and motives and the victim and same.

THE LOCKER ROOM SCENE...how did i forget how funny it is.

rust is actually so cutting and fucking funny on purpose, i don't understand how so many of you people think he's one note socially awkward. sometimes he's distracted, but that's not the same thing. when he's in the moment that's actually happening to him? he's FUNNY. he is a little SHIT. he is saying shit ON PURPOSE. does he expect to get shoved into a locker about it? no, i don't think so, which is why he backs down with saying he's not commenting on the particularities of the scent, but like. he's not TOO surprised by anything here, either, imo.

and marty!!! marty. marty in that scene, in all scenes! maaaarty.

marty, rust's not saying anything about your wife and you know this. marty, you're fronting so hard! you're doing this elaborate flimsy bit to bluff your sidepiece into not leaving her house! you're paraphrasing rust as you do it!

every interaction marty has with a woman is like. hysterical, actually

like, they both get scenes with women that are interspaced with each other and the scenes are so different in tone. marty's having mildly kinky sex with a fresh faced smoking hot babe with huge tits. he's having a great time. she's so comfortable with him she cuffs him without really asking and he goes with it, only complains a little. meanwhile, Rust is having PILLS, is what he's having. I do not buy ANY interpretation that says he feels lust for Lucy here. He is there to BUY DRUGS (and ask about The Case). And Lucy is uncomfortable! bruised up thighs, uncertain of Rust's motives. she is attracted to him--uncertain as she is, she displays a willingness, an active interest--but she's still kind of scared of him. And he is, as ever, aware of her precarious position here, aware of what all this can mean to her, and he's never threatening but he's not too comforting, either. "Of course I'm dangerous. I'm police. I can do terrible things to people, with impunity."

Rust is so much cooler around sex workers than Marty...we love a man who's comfortable in this space. It's just so much more reliable. I've said it before but part of the magic of TD s1 is that it opens with Rust as a mythic figure but also kind of a nerd, right, and they show us busted old man rust, and Marty's talking so Marty's the cool guy, right? and then the show's like: hahah, SUCKERS, this nerd? he bad. in the best way possible, which is to say: he legitimately belongs here in all these sex and drug and crime spaces, he's fluent in everything here.

and marty is, meanwhile, having such a sanitized time, despite being senior detective, homicide, etc.

what if the nerd was actually the COOL guy but also the BAD BOY but a SAD DAD but also the only honest man to be found in the entire world? that is what true detective asks and offers. and then, meanwhile, for contrast: marty.

marty is easier to love when you forget some of the stuff marty does, but he's so delightful, too, in the ways he's awful, in the way he's so--pitiable, and I don't even mean that in a bad way. I love Marty Hart and he is, in a way, trying hard, trying, in fact, way too hard. he just also sucks so bad! it's amazing! rust is human but fundamentally heroic and aspirational. marty hart, whether we like him or not, is much closer to where most of us live: a little clueless, a little selfish, desperate to understand what's going on and desperate to be loved, and pretending to be in charge, pretending like we're qualified.

etc etc

I'd forgotten how delightfully distressed Rust looks when he sees those roiling lights in the sun drenched clouds, how obviously he's trying so hard to not show too much dread, how he shuffles himself around and closes his eyes and hopes and hopes and hopes that will keep him together

and Marty's there in the driver's seat, looking over but not until Rust's closed his eyes, does Rust even know? Does Rust know and that's worse, that's why he keeps his eyes closed?

and this isn't even getting into the @ticklingyourcatastrophe theory that we're actually meeting Crash in the frame story interview. like, I've been turning this idea over in my head since I saw it, and sometimes I agree and sometimes I don't, but the idea of Crash as something bigger that Rust wears? that makes PERFECT sense in a lot of these scenes.

they also give you SO much about Rust so quickly! so much tragic backstory! they don't hold on to it! they don't play those cards close to the chest! they make you wait like 1.5 episodes before he's not finishing his sentences and he's skipping to casually saying how him and his ex-wife resented each other being alive. and that's not even near the top ten saddest rust cohle moments. amazing writing and I'm still not sure how much anyone involved here understood what they were doing.

however also delightfully insane that this show has these dudes discussing scent of pussy and fighting each other and then having to get in a car together and drive. i would kill my coworker within the hour.

"that a down payment?" rust cohle is the meanest girl in the world and I love that for him.

[drafts-and-delusions]

Modern Saja Boys

Tags: crackfic, lack of social media training was giggling as i made this

Jinu

Types like a millennial but insists he's Gen Z because he knows what a rizzler is.

Participated in the buldak ramen challenge, thinking it would be a good promo. Nearly cried. Had to take his shirt off and chug milk mid-livestream. Fans still repost the clip and call it "The Milk Incident."

Once said "It's giving main character energy" unironically. No one’s let him live it down since.

Accidentally liked a tweet that said, “Jinu could do me raw and I’d say thank you.” Denies it, blames Abby, deletes app.

Romance

The kind of guy who watches 3-hour TikTok storytimes while doing his skincare. Then updates the boys like “you won’t believe what this man’s wife’s cousin did at the baby shower.”

Once made a thirst trap with a trending audio.. It got 3 million views. He plays innocent, but reposted it twice.

Keeps a vision board. Half of it is fan art of himself.

Will overshare like he’s on close friends, but he’s posting to 3 million followers. Talks about his day, his hairstyling routine, etc.

Romance fake crying because someone called him “mid” in a comment.

Abby

Says “bro” way too much.

Does reaction duets on TikTok with a blank face, just chewing gum, and looking judgmental.

Secretly filmed himself trying all the weird TikTok food trends. Including pickles with chamoy. He liked it. He will never say it out loud.

Commented “she bad fr” on a fancam of a girl group member Mira and didn’t realize he was on the official Saja Boys account.

Has a finsta under the name muscleman. It got exposed when he accidentally tagged it on main.

Mystery

The silent meme reposter.

His favorite phrase is "touch grass." Says it to Romance at least once a week.

Never posts, but has randomly dropped 6 blurry photos

Once went live, stared at the screen for a full minute before ending it.

Reposted an edit of him with the caption “husband material”

Mystery stares directly into the camera while ominous Gregorian chanting plays in the background.

Baby

Once posted a mukbang of himself eating three buldak ramen packs. Did not flinch. Ended the video with “wasn’t even that bad”.

Posts thirst traps with trending audios but adds “#sillygoose” to the caption.

Has discovered Gen Alpha memes and is ruining lives with them. Sends those sped-up CapCut edits of Shrek set to hyperpop.

Will wake the boys up by playing Ohio edits on full blast. Romance cried one morning.

Always the first to hop on trends but does them wrong on purpose. 

His livestreams include: him eating ramen, rating weird fan DMs, and revealing embarrassing fun facts about the guys

Keeps using the official Saja Boys account to troll people

[sonnysolis]

Sonny huffs out a laugh, short and unfiltered, caught somewhere between genuine amusement and begrudging approval? “Reyes No. 5, huh?” she echoes, quirking an eyebrow as she shifts slightly in her seat, one boot tapping against the floor now, rhythmic and faint. “Let me guess: top notes of ego, mid-notes of tire smoke, and a long, lingering finish of adrenaline and repressed emotional damage?”

She grins sideways, sharp and fleeting. “I’d buy it. Not for me—but to throw at someone.” She could already think of three people who'd be perfect for it.

As he goes on, though, her smirk fades just a notch. Enough to show she’s listening. There’s a subtle shift in her expression too, like she’s trying not to show it, but something about the way he says he's spent the last ten years working with this kind of weight behind it… she gets that. More than she wants to.

“Burnout, bad decisions, and a beach house sounds like the adult version of a cautionary fairy tale,” she mulls after a moment. “Minus the moral at the end.” She pauses, then adds, softer, “Or maybe that is the moral. That it just… keeps going. With or without the redemption arc.” There’s something like sympathy in her tone, but it doesn’t reach for pity—it stays level, like someone offering an open hand without any pressure to take it. Then, of course, because she can’t let it sit too long, she rolls her eyes at the crowbar comment.

“Listen,” she says dryly, “you don’t know what this jacket is capable of. It’s deceptively roomy. It’s seen things.” She gives him a playful glance, amused but curious, still peeling back layers. “So. You used to chase finish lines. Now you’re chasing... what, exactly? Peace? Purpose? A good playlist and gas station snacks that don’t taste like regret?" Pause. "Or are you just one of those guys who can’t sit still for long? Always gotta be moving so you don’t have to think too hard about what happens when the engine’s off?”

She doesn’t say it cruelly. In fact, it’s surprisingly gentle coming from her. Like someone who’s had that same conversation with herself—more than once, and not always at a convenient hour.

Then she shrugs, casual again. “Anyway. If you’re trying to reinvent yourself, you might wanna start with picking up fewer stray women off the side of the road. Not that, this one isn't appreciative. But, just a thought.” A beat, then her smirk returns. “Unless you’re aiming for ‘gritty indie reboot of The Fast and the Furious,’ in which case, carry on. I'm flattered to be a part of it.”

Jordan didn’t answer right away — not because he didn’t have one, but because Sonny had a way of talking that felt like a dare. Like if he came in too strong, he’d end up confirming every brand-name, cologne-wearing stereotype she’d just thrown at him.

So instead, he smirked. Lazy. Self-assured.

“Well,” he said, drawing the word out like it was a warm-up lap, “for the record, I don’t have a cologne line. Yet. But thanks for planting the seed. I’ll call it something understated. Reyes No. 5.”

His hands rested loose on the wheel, but his eyes flicked toward her with an amused glint. “And finance? Oof. Now that’s rude. I’m flattered, but if I ever start saying things like ‘let’s circle back’ or ‘we’re pivoting to crypto,’ I give you full permission to throw me out of my own car.”

He let her get a few paces ahead with the crowbar remark before catching up, turning to glance at her fully now; just a moment, enough to be bold, not reckless. “You want the real answer or the curated PR-friendly version? Because one of them has a clean arc and an inspiring redemption subplot. The other involves burnout, bad decisions, and a beach house I kept forgetting to rent out.”

He paused, more automatic than reflective.

“I’m a driver,” he said, tone dipping from teasing into something surprisingly grounded. “Race cars, mostly. Fast ones. And I’ve spent the last ten years... working.”

He shrugged one shoulder, casual again. “Took a few hits. Took a break, taking a break. Now I’m trying to figure out what version of myself still fits when I’m not chasing podiums or headlines.”

Then, without missing a beat, he added, “And if you do have a crowbar in your pocket, I have questions. Mostly logistical. That jacket doesn’t look like it offers a lot of storage.” He shot her a wink. “But hey. I like a woman with edge. Keeps the drive interesting.”

[izzakitty]

i love reading reading facebook comments on my totally legal manga reading cite, they have an unique flavor, kinda like gorgonzola cheese

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[deikshen]

Well, he (user: HeavenlyPillar666) is just a guy who only reads a webnovel out of boredom after his martial arts classes and finds himself unfortunately trapped- the plot is uninteresting in the first instance, the descriptions are long and absurd (SERIOUSLY, FIVE PARAGRAPHS TO DESCRIBE A DAMN PLANT? TEN PARAGRAPHS TO DESCRIBE A MONSTER? More action scenes than dialogue!? Who the hell is that IcedBlueBeast and why the hell does he insist on making everything SO DENSE AND SLOW?), but... one of his characters? DEFINITELY HIS FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THAT HORRIBLE WORLD. HIS MISUNDERSTOOD BLORBO. HIS BELOVED.

In a summary not summarized, a story about two twin brothers who were separated at birth, and both found their way to cultivation world in different ways. Reunited first like disciples and then Peak Lords of different peaks of the same sect, suddenly, the brother who remained with his wealthy family - Shen Yuan - was seen as something of a villain for having had kind and lovely parents, a home and an education, always portrayed as the spoiled rich kid who bought his way into the Sect, while the REAL SCUM VILLAIN ACCORDING TO HEAVENLYPILLAR666, that bitch Shen Jiu who was stolen from his family and raised as a slave and then on the streets, ended with basically a harem of peak lords, fanning himself with his fourth-rate victim role.

And the rest of that pathetic novel it's just... shit full of dramas, betrayal and eternal descriptions being an ode to finding the hundreds of ways in which Shen Yuan's inherent kindness was misinterpreted as manipulation, judged and accused of wanting to do something bad just because he comes from a rich and well-off background.

And how it should be fair after all that gaslighting and psychological torture, Shen Yuan finally agree with them!

Crack under the pressure and the mistreatment of everyone, he just decide that if everyone thought he was a villain, then he was one!!

Allying with the demons first as an informant spy and then rising to power among the court, he ended up being something like a emperor-demonic cultivator eager for revenge and proving that no matter where he came from, he would show them what he was capable of! If the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect believed that a powerful cultivator was only forged through hard work and suffering, look at him now!

So all that good revenge plot would go to shit with Shen Yuan start to fucking monsters in scenes that were almost fade to black despite the deep descriptions and CHEMISTRY between the passionate Shen Yuan and the mythical creatures to have more power for the revenge that never seemed to come... To end with a completely unsatisfying shitty ending in which Shen Yuan gave up his revenge for filial love and the power of forgiveness, giving his own life to save his fucking damnit brother's life!

Where was the cruel revenge?! The taking over of the world?! HeavenlyPillar666 is RAGING, more than anyone else in all those damn comments!! Dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel!!!!!

...

Yea, the user HeavenlyPillar666 shouldn't have said that while choking on his damn glass of water. It's not that he thinks he could die by drowning in a glass of water, LITERALLY. That's ridiculous. It's the height of ridiculousness.

But now he is dead, and he has transmigrated into one of Shen Yuan's less filial disciples who would ultimately be the person who would hurt him the most when he turned his back on him, after having been practically raised and adored by Shen Yuan, this damn disciple who always treating his Shizun with contempt and disdain knowing his invented reputation, but despite that, he was so dear to Shen Yuan who more than once was capable of putting himself at risk for him...

No, nothing like that!! No more of that trash!!! Shen Yuan deserves MORE, and the one who now is Luo Binghe is going to make sure Shen Yuan has all of it. A happy ending, a filial disciple, someone to count on, someone to stand up for him when no one else will. Someone by his side when he decides to destroy the cultivation world, someone to HELP HIM DO IT AND GET REVENGE ON ALL THOSE ASSHOLES SONS OF A B-

If only that fucking System would stop yelling at him for being OOC. Luo Binghe already knows!!! Fuck you System!! He's not going to respond that rudely to his Shizun, he is a beautiful little sun, what's wrong with you!?

[shanklin]

It’s as funny as it is scary to publish a fic from Stan’s extremely angsty and unreliable point of view, but relate to Ford's issues much more than Stan's.

Waking up to 25 comments mostly wishing some form of harm to Ford makes me feel like I’m in danger 😂.

But hey, I wrote myself into this mess 5 years ago, surely I’ll be able to write myself out of it now that I’m older, wiser and more POWERFUL 😈! Right?

So to everyone who follows my silly little fic and knows what I’m talking about:

I see you! I hear you! 

The next chapter might be late because I’m trying to fulfill your heart's desire and bring nothing but pain and suffering to Ford. 

[and if you have no clue what I'm talking about but what to know, click here for the fic]