#and I have this little “oh wow okay” moment

[muli-wam]

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Skaterboy!Ino Takuma was a certified simp. When he fell, he fell hard. Like he'll be planning your wedding the day you meet.

Don't get the wrong idea though, Ino doesn't fall to his knees the moment a girl looks his way. The last time he had a genuine crush was in his sophomore year of high school, but it was fleeting. She was his first girlfriend, so it was normal for him to think she was his "one and only."

We all know how that ended.

The moment Skaterboy!Ino Takuma met you, his world shifted. He thought he saw an angel. You were the embodiment of perfection. He saw you sitting all prettily on the stairs of the skate park, recording your friend doing a boardslide on the railing.

Your hair blew in the breeze like some over-exaggerated hair commercial and your skin shimmered from the golden hue of the sun. He swore he fell in love.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who is the most chalant person to walk this earth. He skates towards you, looking off into the distance, one hand in his shirt rubbing at his chest to give you just a glimpse of his abs, his brown eyes situated on a random cloud by the horizon acting like he wasn't trying to show off until-

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma falls face first onto the concrete floor.

His board ran over a rock.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma had it all planned out.

He would skate right in your line of sight and do a kick flip. You'd think it's so cool because he assumed you didn't know how to skate, and then you'd come up to him and say, "wow, that was so cool of you," and he'd say, "yeah, I know. I could teach you if you want," and you'd say, "ohmygosh sure," and you'd both skate off into the sunset.

But somewhere in the mix of that he landed on his right in front of your feet.

"Ohmygosh are you okay!?" You kneel next to him, helping him up.

That wasn't the "ohmygosh" he was hoping for...

"Yeah," he winces, "m'fine."

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma would rather eat shit 100 times (away from you) than have to endure the embarrassment he's feeling right now.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who plays off his injury like he's fine, although there is a fairly large scrape on his knee, you didnt need to know that.

"I meant to do that," he says smoothly, trying to ignore the sting from his knee. He'd rather die than admit he was in pain. That was for losers, and Ino is not a loser...

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who thinks his heart is hearting a little differently today because the way you were looking at him, all cute and concerned, he could feel a faint heat creeping up his cheeks.

Not from the pain—definitely not from the pain. And definitely not from the way you were standing so close he could smell the sweet, sweet scent of your perfume.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma try's to think of a way to play this off smoothly but his knee is screaming at him and you're right there, being all cute and perfect and caring, and suddenly his brain isn't working anymore.

Y'sure?" You laugh nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet.

"Mhm," he then nods, kicking imaginary dirt by his foot and looking at the floor in shame because he cant look you in the eye.

"So are you new to skating or..." It was at that moment Ino realized that whatever dignity he had left is gone. Flew out the window. Bye bye.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who assures you hes not new. Hes actually a pro.

"Oh?" You smirk, raising your eyebrows in suspicion.

"yup," he says, popping the "p" at the end.

"That was actually a part of my masterplan to get your attention," he states matter-of-factly.

"Well you certainly got my attention," you laugh, and God, ino could feel his insides melt at the sound of your laugh.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who asks you if you skated, to which you say no, and Ino thinks destiny finally let go of whatever grudge it had against him, because suddenly your hands were on his shoulders gripping on for dear life as he held you waist, guiding you across the concrete floor of the skate park on his skateboard.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who's never had this much fun in his life. Your laugh was a melody he could play on repeat and never get bored of, and your smile was so pretty he wanted to squeeze you until you exploded (affectionately).

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who squeals like a little girl in his head when you ask for his number. He planned for him to be the one asking for your number but Ino could care less when he has a pretty girl in his phone.

"So we can practice together," you explain, fiddling with your sparkly phone case.

"Because you suck?" Ino teases.

"Oh, shut up! I'm not that bad," you pout, crossing your arms dramatically.

"Really? because when I told you to veer right you went the completely opposite way," he laughs, recalling how you almost fell into a bush a few moments prior.

"I am...directionally challenged," you conclude. Ino playfully rolls his eyes.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who texts you not even 5 minutes after you both depart.

Ino: 7:46 p.m- sooo same time next week? You: 7:48 p.m- I'm sorry who's this? Ino: 7:50 p.m- STOP 😭 7:50 p.m- be so fr You: 7:55 p.m- jk lol same time next week 🙃 Ino: 7:56 p.m- bet Read

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma goes to bed that night, his scrape still hurting but his heart feels all fuzzy and warm. He wonders if you feel the same—minus the scrape—though little does Ino know that you're screaming and kicking your feet in your bed, debating on texting him again or not.

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A/n: this was so fun to write omg I love Ino sm its concerning 😭

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[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── JUST LET ME LOVE YOU, OKAY? ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka the one where you come to a certain realization over some peach ice cream and a jacket.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 783 ⌗ freaking fluff, literally nothing new it's just simp jaeyun back in action once again .

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── ok so i lowkey had an existential crisis with this one because i fear i've been too repetitive with how SIMPY our jake has been in these past few ones...but then i realized i love our certified lover boy jake and never want to say goodbye to jakeyn so i'm gonna milk this out as much as i can (jk we have six parts left chat help) in all seriousness though i promise next one we finally let jakey feel just as loved as yn is ;) ALSO !!! im gonna start taking nodoubt!jake & yn requests so i might post the first one after this part soon :D

You’re shivering.

It’s entirely your fault.

Jake told you to bring a jacket. A hoodie, at least.

And you? Being the absolute genius that you are? Had insisted that you’d be fine and that you don’t need a jacket because you run warm and we’re only walking a little bit, anyways.

And Jake had looked at you. Looked at you.

With the face of a boyfriend who knew—deep in his bones—that this moment would come.

The moment in question?

Twenty minutes later, here you are—

Frozen solid, outside of a convenience store while Jake is at the counter paying for your snacks and ice cream.

Because, again, you’re a genius. And insisted on getting ice cream.

Genius.

Your arms wrap around yourself, your paper-thin sleeves doing absolutely nothing to protect you from the nighttime chill.

And, of course, because the universe loves to humble you, a gust of wind decides to cut through the air—and your entire existence—and you let out an actual whimper.

And before you can turn back towards the store—

Thump.

You blink.

You look down.

At the warm, heavy, oversized fabric now covering your shoulders.

Jake’s jacket.

You turn just in time to see him shoving his wallet back into his pocket, completely unfazed, like he’s casually not standing there in just his t-shirt in the cold.

“Jake.”

“Mhm?” He looks at you, all sweet and easy smiles as he takes your hand into his and starts walking next to you.

You hesitate.

Your fingers instinctively squeeze his.

“You’re not cold?”

A shrug. “Nah.”

You squint. “Liar. You definitely are.”

“Wow. So aggressive,” Jake dramatically clutches his chest with his free hand. “Why don’t you just say thank you, my incredibly selfless, devastatingly handsome, perfect boyfriend—”

“Oh my god,” you groan, smacking his arm—though it does absolutely nothing to stop his carefree laugh.

He reaches into the small plastic bag swinging from his forearm, pulls out your favorite peach-flavored ice cream sandwich, unwraps it, and hands it to you before casually draping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

Tucking you perfectly into him.

Like he’s done this a thousand times and plans to do it a thousand more.

Like loving you is the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe it is.

Maybe it’s always been this easy—how he tucks you into his side without thinking, like you belong there. How he carries the bag with both your favorite snacks like there was never any question of who’d be holding it.

And maybe—

It’s always been this easy to love him.

Your chest tightens.

“Jake—” you swallow, staring down at the ice cream in your hand, “You really don’t have to keep doing all this.”

Jake glances down at you, brows raised, “All what?”

“All…this,” you wave your ice cream vaguely in his direction, like that explains anything (it doesn’t). “The jacket. The snacks. Every tiny little thing you’re always doing for me.”

Jake frowns. His head tilts slightly—confused, like the concept is foreign. Like it genuinely hadn’t occurred to him that this might be something worth pointing out.

And then—

“…But I like doing those things.”

You almost miss a step.

“Yeah, but—”

“Y/N.”

Jake stops walking.

You stop walking.

And when you turn to face him, he just sighs, taking your face in both his hands, shaking his head with a small smile.

One of those barely-there, eyes-too-soft, I-love-you-so-much-I-don’t-know-what-I’m-going-to-do-with-you kind of smiles.

And then, in the gentlest voice—

“Just let me love you, okay?”

Your throat closes.

You might cry.

Because god, he says it so simply.

Like it’s not the overwhelming, tangled, terrifying thing the way you make it.

Like it’s not complicated or conditional.

Like it’s just true.

You stare at him, frozen. Blinking. Trying to breathe around the ache in your ribs.

And Jake?

Jake just laughs under his breath, like he sees right through you. He shakes his head again before leaning down to press the lightest kiss to your temple.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you—but you don’t let him get far.

And for a second, you just stand there, eyes on each other.

No explanations. No grand declarations.

Just that quiet kind of knowing.

That this is it.

That this has always been it.

And as the truth settles into your bones, as the warmth of it finally overpowers the fear, you know—

You love him.

You love Jake so much it hurts. So much it heals.

And as he finally gently tugs you forward, lacing his fingers with yours like it’s second nature—

You think you might let him love you, after all.

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[mymelllllinda]

Pretty Mouth — Geum Seong Je x F!Reader

You get shoved into the bathroom by Seongje, the door slamming shut behind you—and before you can even catch your breath, the lock clicks into place. He stands there, blocking the only way out, eyes dark and unreadable. “You’re not leaving,” he says, voice low and dangerous, “not until we fix that mouth of yours.”

cw: dark!seongje, noncon, forced oral, hair pulling, blackmail, degradation. #MDNI!!

“Unbelievable. I get stuck volunteering because you idiots decided to pick a fight with Hyo-man? Seriously! what the hell were you thinking?” I muttered, collapsing next to Sieun and stealing a sip from his water. “Not our fault Hyo-min was practically begging to get his ass kicked,” Hyun-tak said around a mouthful of food. I rolled my eyes. “Right. Because violence is obviously the mature, rational response.”

“So,” I said, giving Sieun back his water, “what’s everyone’s thrilling weekend plans? Other than, you know, being stuck here volunteering because someone decided to throw hands in front of the our school.”

Sieun barely glanced up from his exam book. “Studying.”

Jun-tae nodded. “Me too. I’ve got cram school.."

“Wow,” I said dryly. “Living the dream.”

Hyun-tak leaned back, grinning. “Baku and I have basketball practice. Coach said if we skip, we’re out of the next game.”

“Yeah, and if you fight in your uniform again, you’ll be out of school,” I shot back. “Principal was two seconds from calling your parents.”

Baku rolled his eyes. “He always says that. We’ll just write an apology letter and scrub a few floors.”

“I can't believe I’m stuck here supervising you clowns,” I muttered. “Great. Just what I needed after the week I had.”

Hyun-tak tossed a chip in his mouth and shrugged. “Could be worse. You could be spending your Saturday crying over your test scores.”

“I’ll take tears over push-ups, thanks,” Jun-tae said, not looking up.

Baku cracked a smile. “Technically, your arms do get stronger during mock season. From flipping pages.”

“I’ll be right back,” I said, standing up and fixing my uniform. “Bathroom. Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone.”

“No promises,” Hyun-tak called after me, already reaching for the last piece of pizza.

“Where’s the bathroom again?” I muttered, glancing down the hallway. “Oh—here it is.”

I reached for the handle, but before I could push the door open, I felt a hand on my back. Firm. Then— A shove.

I stumbled forward, catching myself on the sink. The door slammed shut behind me.

My heart jumped. “What the hell—” I spun around. And froze.

“Seongje? What the fuck?!” I snapped, my voice bouncing off the bathroom tiles. “What are you doing here?”

He stood by the door, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but there was something off in his eyes.

“Relax,” he said, fixing his glasses. “I just wanted to talk.”

“By shoving me into a bathroom like some creep?”

“Well,” Seongje said, voice quiet but steady, “if this was the only way I could talk to you… then here we are.”

I stood frozen near the sink, the chill of the tile seeping through my shoes. He hadn’t moved from the door. Blocking it.

My throat felt dry. “Well, what the fuck do you what?”

“Why are you hanging out with Baku and his little squad?” he asked, ignoring the question. His gaze darkened.

“You should stay away from them. For your own good.”

Something in his tone like a threat.

My pulse picked up. I tried to keep my voice even. “Seongje, please leave me alone.”

His lips twitched. “I’m just trying to warn you.”

“Okay.” I asked, forcing a weak laugh.

His jaw clenched. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Just looked at me. And in that silence, something cold crept up my spine.

I took a cautious step toward the exit, heart pounding, but Seongje’s body blocked the way.

“Seongje,” I said slowly, “move.”

He didn’t.

“Seongje,” I said, more firmly this time. “Move.”

His eyes didn’t leave mine.

I stepped forward, trying to brush past him, but the second I did His hands shot out and grabbed my upper arms.

“Seongje!”

I barely got the word out before he shoved me back.

My body hit the cold metal of the stall door with a thud, sharp and sudden.

Pain bloomed along my shoulder blade, breath knocked from my lungs as he forced the door open, pushed me inside, and slammed it shut behind us.

Click.

The lock slid into place.

My heart dropped.

His fingers locked around my jaw tight, tilting my face up to him. The pressure hurt just enough to make my breath hitch.

“God, I can’t wait to ruin this mouth of yours,” Seongje growled, his words hot against my lips.

He shoved my jaw away like I was nothing but a toy he intended to break in. And as my head snapped slightly to the side, a tremor rolled through me, fear.

I heard the metallic clink before I saw it. His belt coming undone, slow and deliberate.

Then he unzipped.

His cock was already thick in his hand, flushed and hard, veins standing out as he stroked himself like he was savoring the wait.

“Open,” he said, voice low and wicked.

I shook my head in refusal, but he grabbed my hair and pulled so hard, I couldn’t stop the scream that tore from my throat.

And then he was in my mouth.

He filled my mouth—thick, hot, overwhelming. Salt, skin, and unfiltered male heat hit my throat so hard I gagged, eyes watering.

“That’s it,” Seongje hissed. “You sound better like this.”

He didn’t thrust not yet but I could feel him pulsing as he fed more of himself into me, slow but deliberate, watching the way my lips stretched around him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost sweet mocking and fond all at once. “All that fire… all that attitude… and now you’re drooling on my cock like you were made for it.”

My eyes watered, I tried pulling away. He pulled back slightly, thumb brushing my bottom lip, slick with spit. “God, I love watching you try to take it. Messy little thing.” I whimpered.

“Oh, you like that?” he breathed. “You like being used like this? Thought you were going to be a fight. Thought I’d have to break you first.”

His fingers tightened in my hair.

“But look at you now. You’re fucking melting for it.” His grip in my hair turned brutal.

“Fuck—don’t move,” Seongje snarled through gritted teeth, dragging my head back just enough to make my neck strain, to remind me I wasn’t in control.

Then he pulled out, fast, with a gasp that was more growl than breath.

And in the next second something hot and filthy, his cum splattered across my face.

I gasped.

He held my hair tight, forcing me to look up at him.

“Open wider,” he said darkly, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t fucking wipe it off.”

Fear rooted me to the spot so I did as I was told.

My lips parted, my breathing shallow, the weight of what I’d just done crushing and fulling me with shame.

Then I saw the glint of his phone.

Click.

My body went cold.

“Seongje, what the fuck are you doing—delete that right now! You can’t—”

“Shut up.” His tone was flat. Razor-sharp. “You think you get to fuck around with that little pretty-boy, Baku, and not pay for it?”

He angled the screen toward me to see my own image staring back. Mascara smudged. Mouth open.

“You belong to me now,” he said. Calm. Cruel. “And if I see you near him again—hell, if I even hear his name in your breath,this photo goes to every inbox at your school.”

I stared at him, heart hammering, mouth still open. Cum still drying on my face

“You’re sick,” I whispered.

He crouched in front of me, lips brushing my ear.

“Yes” he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly down my throat. “For you.” He stood, zipping up with a smile on his face.

“Clean yourself up,” he said without looking back. “And remember if I see you hanging around Baku again the whole fucking world is gonna see what a filthy little whore you really are.”

“And if that isn’t enough to keep you obedient,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something silkier—sicker, “maybe next time… I’ll bring Baekjin.”

My breath caught.

“See how well that filthy mouth of yours does with two of us.” He let the threat hang in the air like smoke, then left without waiting for a response.

fin

© 2025 mymelllllinda

[spaceyaemonds]

pairing: dr. jack abbot x reader

sum.: you see your mother face to face for the first time in years, and it starts with a rocky conversation.

warnings: age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 23), unplanned pregnancy, this is very much centered around reader and her mom (jack is only mentioned in this part), mentions of a difficult mother/daughter relationship, and angst due to that, i think that’s it?? minors DNI.

notes: i have still been struggling with a bit of writies block for this series :( so i am sorry if this is not the best. i also couldn’t quite get the flow right for this part. initially, jack and reader met with her mom, and then met with jacks mom (and his sister showed up) but as i was rereading it and trying to wrap it up today, i felt like it didn’t make a lot of sense, so decided to split part 7 up where it’s reader and her mom, jack and his mom, then them both with readers mom, and then with jacks mom. also, i really projected my own issues with my mom here, so if it feels like the relationship makes no sense that may be why💀 i hope you guys aren’t too disappointed with this! unedited. and as always, any feedback is extremely appreciated, it helps keep me motivated. especially reblogs/comments/asks!

wc: 1.3k (ish)

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You and Jack both decided it would probably be best for you to speak with your mother on your own for the initial conversation. You, knowing your mother and all the snide remarks she’ll be giving, and him, taking your word for it that this is the best way to go about it.

So, after taking an entire day off of work to prepare for her coming, your apartment was spotless and a nice lunch had been made.

Every so often, you feel your girl kick at you from the confines of your womb.

You feel your heart rate pick up at the knock that sounds throughout the apartment.

“Okay, bug, let’s get this over with.” You mumble as you rub a hand over your stomach.

When you open the door, you force your eyes not to roll back into your head when she immediately pulls you into her embrace.

“Oh, baby,” She mumbles as she kisses the side of your head repeatedly.

“Hi mom,” You awkwardly rub her back.

When she finally pulls away, she keeps her hands on your shoulders as she looks you over.

She glances between you and your stomach twice, “Oh, wow.”

There it is. You scoff lightly before opening the door a little more to let her in.

Once the two of you are sitting at your dining table, you check your phone for any updates from Jack on how his conversation with his own mother is going.

Your mom huffs in annoyance, “You haven’t seen your mother in almost three years, and the first thing you do is get on your phone?”

You nearly laugh, but hold it back, “And whose fault is that? You came up with nearly any excuse you could to not come here for graduation last year.”

She narrows her eyes at you, and for a moment you feel sixteen again, but you hold her eyes.

“Well, then I’ll just say what I feel should be said then,”

“Oh, let’s hear it then,” You mumble out sarcastically.

“I think you should move home to raise the baby, with my help.”

Now you do laugh, “I’m sorry, what?”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “Baby, what exactly do you think is going to happen here?”

You open your mouth to speak, but she continues, “A man old enough to be your father got you pregnant. And sure, he’s here now. But what happens when she’s born, huh? And he decides he doesn’t want to be a father? Or worse, tries to take her from you?”

Tears well up in your eyes before you can even stop them, “This is why you came? To lecture me about my life and then force me to come home with you?”

To her credit, her eye’s soften slightly, “No, baby, I’m just worried. This is a big deal.”

“You don’t even know him! All you do when I see you is try to dictate my life.”

She looks taken aback, “Now-“

“No, it’s true. You resent me for one reason or another for not turning out exactly like you wanted me too,”

“I wanted a better life for you then the one I had! Is that a crime?”

You scoff, “You hated me!”

Her mouth drops slightly, “I could never hate you. You are my child,”

She lets out a shaky breath, “Life was hard for us sometimes, and you didn’t make it any easier on me. I never hated you. I wanted the absolute best for you, that is still all I want for you.”

“Then don’t come here trying to sweep me away or convince me that the father of my baby is going to try to take her from me!” You grit the last part out, because no matter how hard you try to deny it, it’s still a very real fear for you.

She looks at you, frown ever present, “I am sorry if it seems like that’s all I came here to do. It wasn’t my intention, even if that’s what I think is for the best.”

You just shrug, not having anything else to say to her.

The two of you sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes before you get up and plate the salads you made for lunch.

You eat in silence before she finally speaks up again, “Well, tell me all about it.”

You glance up, brow furrowed, “About what?”

“The baby. Her dad. Your life. Everything.” She has a smile on her face that transports you back to being ten years old, when she was your best friend and made you feel so loved and so invincible.

She must sense your distrust, because her face falls slightly.

“It’s a girl, I think I mentioned it, but if I didn’t. She’s a girl,” You smile when you talk about her.

You tell your mom names you’ve picked out, the types of food you're craving, which she tells you when you mention cravings similar to the ones that she had.

You tell her about work and your friends. She smiles, and though you know her, know that she doesn’t love you living in Pittsburgh and the path you’ve chosen, you can tell she is happy for you.

“And how did you meet Jack?” Your mom asks casually as she takes a sip of water.

You wince, “Um, a bar?”

She coughs, face turning red, “Was this a one night stand?”

You wince again. You’d kept the details out initially. Just telling her that you’d met a guy and gotten pregnant but you were trying to still get to know each other. Which wasn’t a lie.

“I mean, I guess you could call it that?”

Your face heats up under the judgemental look in her eyes, and it causes you to shrink in on yourself.

She stares at you a moment longer, eyes glancing down at your stomach and lingering, “Is he good to you?”

You look at her, a soft smile taking over your face as you talk about him, “Yeah. I mean he’s busy a lot, but he’s always here when I need him. Goes to the store to get snacks in the middle of the night and wakes up with me if I get sick.”

Your eyes get distant as your hand rubs your stomach, “He’s changed his whole life for her, for me, and I know it isn’t conventional or anything. And he and I are doing this all backwards but,”

You trail off, eyes focusing back on her, “I think this is a really good thing. Scary, like really scary, but I think it will turn out really good.”

She reaches across the table to grab one of your hands, “I know you’re an adult who can make her own decisions, and I know there is no one harder on you than me. Trust me when I say I know that,”

To your surprise, she lets out a shaky breath and tears start to fill her eyes, “I know this is the time in your life for me to let you do what you think is best but I just can’t help but still want to keep you safe, safe with me.”

You haven’t felt the way you feel right now in almost a decade. Your relationship turned sour and complicated around the time you started high school. She was tough, and though you don’t have any ill feelings in your heart over it, she was jealous of the life you had when hers was so hard.

Moving for college mended some of that, but not all of it, and the resentment still lingered, however small, even some today.

But hearing that? It’s either your inner child begging for her mom again, or the hormones from growing your own, but it makes your chest feel heavy.

You squeeze her hand twice, against your better judgement.

[heartsforjh]

𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕪

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: pretty much just pure fluff and the fact that it’s my writing 🥀 not proof read! i wrote this so late last night, and i’m incredibly sick rn so it might not be the best. i just wanted to put smth out there!

word count: 1.4k

summary: reader has an idea to make jack’s birthday a little more interesting.

a/n: i think y’all knew this was coming. this is a post for jack’s birthday! i’m aware it’s may 16th rn, but who am i if not posting things late?

“Gosh. I’m so old now,” your boyfriend groans, rubbing the side of his face.

He’s just woken up on his twenty-fourth birthday! He’s not even out of bed yet before complaining about the new age he’s been saddled with. 

You giggle, reaching down from where you’re sitting up in the bed, and grabbing his hand off of his face. “Right?!” 

“Hey! What? You’re not supposed to agree,” he frowns, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. 

You press a soft kiss to his knuckles. “Well, I am… unc.” 

“Alright. See, that’s what we’re definitely not gonna do,” he chuckles, pulling you back down to lay on him. 

You quickly pick your head back up. “It’s okay to be old, honey. Embrace it.” 

“Oh, you’re so funny, aren’t you?” he lteases. 

You smile, proud of your quips. “I like to think so. Besides, I’ve got an idea to cheer my old man up while he’s coming to terms with this horrible realization.” 

“Yeah? What’s your idea, baby?” he asks, yawning as he finishes his sentence. 

You yawn immediately after, shooting him a glare. He just laughs and you decide to move on peacefully this time. You’re actually quite excited for this idea you’ve thought up. 

“You know how restaurants offer free items for birthdays?” you start, making sure he’s paying attention. When he nods, confirming that he’s not too tired to follow along, you continue. “You could try to just… survive off of that for the day.” 

“That sounds fun. That’s a lot of fast food though, no?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. 

You knew he’d say something about that. “Well… sure, babe, but it’s summer time! Plus, it’s just for one day! I think you’ll live!” 

“You’re right. Let’s do it,” he says, sitting up. 

Your face lights up, and you swiftly get off of the bed. “Yes! Thank you! I can’t wait!” 

“IHOP, baby. This stuff is so good. You can get free birthday pancakes,” you tell Jack, holding your phone with the directions pulled up. “Okay, make a left and then you should see it.” 

Jack smiles at your excitement, and soon you’re pulling into the restaurant. The two of you enter, hand in hand, and the waitress sits you in a booth. 

“What are you gonna get, baby? You won’t be able to get free pancakes,” Jack looks at you curiously. 

You smile at him being so considerate, but you’ve been planning this out for a while. “Don’t worry about me. I know exactly what I want.” 

When the waitress comes back, you place your orders of drinks and food. The majority of the wait for it to come out is you just rambling while Jack is tiredly listening. 

The food comes out in a decent amount of time. Jack’s eyes widen, seeing the large pancake stack being set in front of him. 

“Wow, babe! Look at this! It’s huge!” he laughs, cutting into it. 

You eat your own meal while watching him excitedly tear into his pancakes. You don’t think you’ve seen him this pumped in a while. Who knew a fun, free breakfast would do this for the birthday boy? 

You and Jack have since gone home with full bellies. You took an incredible nap together, and are now just chilling in bed, watching a movie. Your head is laid on his chest as he gently rubs his hand up and down your arm. 

“So, babe… what’s for lunch?” Jack breaks the silence. 

You smile, glancing up at him. “You’re hungry again?” 

“Hey. Don’t judge. I’ve got a big appetite,” he pouts. 

“I’m not judging!” you sit up, looking down at him. “How hungry are you?” 

He thinks for a moment. “Kind of just want a snack, but I don’t think there’s a way to just get something little, is there?” 

“No, we can! We could go to the Auntie Anne’s that's in the mall and get a pretzel. They offer that on birthdays,” you suggest. 

Jack’s eyes light up. “Oh! Yeah! Pretzels are my favorite. Let’s go do that.” 

You and Jack arrive at the mall, entering hand in hand. You get to the food court, and you guys order. 

Once your food comes out, you suggest another idea to Jack. “Do you want to shop around?” 

“Good idea. Let’s go see if they have hockey cards,” he says, already having taken several bites from his pretzel. 

While the mall did have hockey cards, Jack was not satisfied with the ones he got. He’s pretty much been sulking the entire time since you got home over his three Quinn Hughes pulls.

“I’m sorry you got no cards of yourself, honey, but maybe dinner will cheer you up,” you offer, trying to lighten the mood after a good chunk of time has passed. 

He looks over at you from where he’s standing at the kitchen island, messing with all of the gifts he just opened from you. “Yeah, maybe. Where are we gonna go?” 

“Red Robin gives birthday people a free burger!” you smile. 

Jack looks up, and immediately smiles when he sees yours. “Okay. I’m down. Let’s do it.” 

The two of you arrive at the restaurant and find a booth, sliding in across from each other. The day is starting to end so you really want to make sure Jack has had a good one. 

Again, you place your orders and wait. “So, J… have you had fun?” 

“What? Like today?” he asks, but doesn’t give you the chance to answer before he’s moving on. “Yeah, of course. It’s been great. I got to hang with my pretty girl, and eat all kinds of different food. Every guy’s dream, yaknow?” 

“I actually didn’t know, but that is good to hear. I’m glad,” you laugh. 

Jack chuckles with you. “Thank you so much for this day, babe. You made it special. I guess it’s not so bad getting this old.” 

You playfully roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Mind you, you just turned twenty-four.” 

“Ouch. Why would you rub it in?” he says, feigning hurt. He’s even got his hand on his chest, clutching his pearls. This guy. 

Although corny, you can’t help but laugh at his stupid jokes. 

“You’re fine,” you shake your head. “No grey hairs yet!” 

He does that cheeky little smirk to himself, and you just know he’s got something to say. “Key word—yet. It won’t be like that for long if I keep you around.” 

“Oh! If you keep me around?!” you point out, eyes wide. 

“No, no. Not what I meant!” he panics a little, but when he notices your silent giggling at his expression, he relaxes. “You’re so mean to me.” 

“I’m mean, but you’re the one implying that I’m not even a permanent part of your life,” you counter, raising your eyebrows at him. 

He frowns. “Okay, okay. Let’s stop. I don’t like these jokes. I love you. You’re stuck with me forever. I promise, I am not letting you go anywhere.” 

“I’m not gonna lie, that sounds a little crazy. I love you too, though!” you say, patting his hand. 

Your gesture makes Jack laugh… again. “I’m glad you're willing to look past the crazy, cause I meant it. You’ve got no choice but to stick around.” 

You shoot your boyfriend a look, completely amused at his word choice. Soon, the food arrives at your table and the both of you dig in. 

When you’re all done eating, you opt to drive on the way back home. After a lot of disagreement, Jack does eventually comply. However, he’s clearly been moping since the very second he reluctantly handed you the keys. He claims it’s his “job” to drive you everywhere. Nevertheless, he’s got to deal with it. You have one last place to stop. 

“Why are we here?” Jack asks, looking out the car window at the big Baskin Robbins sign. 

You look at him with a small smile. “Free ice cream.” 

“Oh, no way! They do that?!” he asks, his face telling you that he’s thrilled. 

You just nod, shutting off the car. “Mhm.” 

“Ah… this is so unhealthy, though, isn’t it? Pancakes, pretzels, burgers, and now ice cream,” he goes down the list of foods you’ve treated yourselves to today. 

You lean back in your seat, watching as you can see the gears turning in his mind, trying to think this through. “Kind of, but you probably need to bulk up anyways. It won’t hurt nothing.” 

“I’m just saying, I’ve got a diet to maintain here,” he quips. 

You look at him, dumbfounded at his sass, and ability to argue about anything. “It’s the offseason! Do you want cool birthday dessert or not?!” 

“Good point,” he grins, unbuckling his seatbelt.

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[kafus]

still awake, i did finally drink water and i’m about to try to get a couple more hours of sleep, but first i want to talk more in depth about my experience flying for the first time yesterday because honestly i got the best case scenario despite there being turbulence for a good chunk of the flight which scared me

so i have anxiety problems and was really scared of flying. like, violently shaking just waiting to board and cried when i started boarding and cried again when liftoff happened. i was pretty anxious the whole flight and ended up shiny hunting a lot less than i wanted because i couldn’t focus lol, i was texting my friends with plane wifi to cope

but anyway, point is this was going to be hard for me and both me and my mom knew that. so my mom went to the front desk and asked to get a pass to come back to the gate with me since it was my first time flying and i was anxious. we did NOT ask for this, but the guy who gave my mom the pass was incredibly kind and just… upgraded my boarding pass to preboarding for free (as in getting on the plane before anyone else), just handed me the upgraded pass and said he has a daughter too and he gets it and i was very thankful 😭

so this put me in the preboarding line next to an older woman and presumably her husband who was in a wheelchair. my mom and her were making small talk while i was visibly anxious asf and it turned out that once we got to chicago, me and this woman would be going to the same place! and she offered to help me there! the airport is fucking huge so i was a little worried about finding my way to the correct terminal and everything by myself 😭 i mean i can read signs and i can ask staff for help, i’m sure i would have gotten there eventually, but it was a huge relief off my back.

i ended up sitting with this lady in front of me on the isle (i didn’t want to be near the window because it would probably frighten me and wanted easy seat exit too) and then i was sat next to an older couple in the two seats to my right. the woman next to me was also nice to me, reminded me about airplane mode and asked if i was OK a couple times, and i was able to ask her what was going on a couple times lol. lady in front of me also turned around during liftoff just to ask if i was doing okay and i told her i was holding it together even tho i had obviously been crying LMAO

when i got off the plane me and this lady made small talk while she helped walk me to my proper destination to get on my shuttle to the hotel. it wasn’t until she and her Probably husband left (after i thanked her ofc) that i realized i never even got her name and i don’t think she got mine either

while waiting for the shuttle i was really having a Wow humanity is so cool sometimes moment. just a lot of kind strangers making life easier for my anxious autistic ass yesterday. things could have easily been a lot more difficult otherwise

oh and the cherry on top is my mom was checking something to do with my flight back on sunday only to realize the guy who upgraded my pass to preboarding actually did it in both directions. like he also upgraded my flight back home to preboarding. literally what a saint for real

[goforth-ladymidnight]

A Long Overdue Review of Calanmine

Tamlin Week 2025 may be over, but it's never too late for a good review, right??

@calanmine

Just in case you haven't already played this fantastic game (and if you haven't, what are you waiting for???), I'll discuss any spoilers below the cut. But for now, here are my thoughts!

First off, you should know I am not much of a gamer. So, this was my first official "dating game" experience! From the start, the music lured me in and set the mood. @thrumbolt, your taste is immaculate. It was so perfect. I was never once distracted by the songs, although I did check the credits to find out where they came from! I appreciated the direct links, by the way, because this type of music is exactly the sort of thing that I enjoy listening to when I want to be transported into a mystical, magical world. <3

Then, we get to the gameplay. Screencaps don't do the experience justice. There are sound effects and little bits of animation that really draw you in and make the game a lot of fun. @copypastus, you outdid yourself. You did sexy moments as well as silly ones, and I loved each and every one!

And speaking of sexy and silly... @highlordofkrypton, you have a way with words, I swear. I found myself grinning, giggling, *and* blushing as I clicked through the options. I need to take sexy-writing lessons from you. Whew!

Now, before I get to my favorite scenes, I wanted to take a moment to appreciate the fact that you can keep track of your progress through the image gallery. Like I said, I'm not much of a gamer, so I liked being able to see what I had completed, and hints of what was left. (Also, can we all just take a moment to appreciate that we get to revisit some of our favorite scenes in detail?? Whew. Yes. Thank you. <3

On to the game itself! Spoilers below the cut:

Because Book 1 is my favorite and I wanted to see what would happen, I went into my first playthrough as "Feyre", and look who I met at the bonfire:

Bahaha. Best. Easter Egg. EVER. XD

This was delightful. And, sorry Tamlin my love, but I Feyre said "yes" when Lucien asked me to stay. Just look at him... How could I not?

Oh, the sound I made when I saw this!! It was the perfect first ending. And, hey, what can I say? It made my Feycien-loving heart sigh with happiness.

I played the next round as Feyre again. (I wasn't done having fun! Not by a long shot.) There's a bit of familiar dialogue when she meets Rhysand, in case anyone wants to check it out, *wink wink*, but Eris was completely unimpressed. XD Not gonna lie, Eris was not my favorite in this game. That's not to say that he isn't a fun character! He's just not my type. My type is more like...

This guy.

Of course, we get all kinds of sexy Tamlin in this (there are three-ways AND four-ways!!), but sweet shy Tamlin is my favorite. <3

I know there's no special dialogue for Briar, the former Daughter of the Blessed that Tamlin helped rescue in ACOWAR, but I wanted to play as her for a short while, anyway. As it turned out, sweet and shy Tamlin made an appearance when I played as her! (Okay, it happened because I went to the cave first, but I like to think the story *needed* to happen with her that way. Hey, I'm a romantic! And isn't that what the game is for??)

Anyway, it makes me so happy that we got to see shy, goofy Tamlin as well as sexy Tamlin here.

My Feylin-shipping self was oh so satisfied. Mm-hmmm. Oh, and did I mention we get to see Tamcien? As in, we could be the throuple that never was?? The FeyTamCien?? <3<3<3 Yup. No kidding. Wow.

And, hey, speaking of ships that should have sailed... If you like to picture pre-canon Tamlin and Rhysand as messy, bitter exes, there's a fantastic make-up scene featuring them that pretty much healed my soul, actually.

Play it. You won't regret it.

Also, for the love of the Cauldron, you *have* to play as Amarantha at least once! Everyone's reactions (including Amarantha's!!) are absolutely hilarious. They really make the game.

And, hint hint, there are even more Easter Eggs if you play as the following characters:

Elain

Nesta

Cassian

Azriel

I think there are more, but these are the ones I played (including Feyre). I had so much fun playing with canon characters, I nearly forgot to play as an OC! So I guess I'll have to do that on my next playthrough. ;)

I can't thank everyone involved enough for making such an amazing game. You're all phenomenal, and it blows me away at how passionate and talented you are. I'm so glad I've gotten to know you! Thanks for making all our days - and nights - a little brighter! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to play a little more Calanmine. <3

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 41

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- y’all I can’t believe this series is ALMOST coming to an end… any predictions?👀

Billie’s POV

“Billie!” She calls out, underneath me. Her face shows concern as she grabs onto my ankle.

Suddenly, it begins to lightly sprinkle, and the once clear, blue sky turns a muggy gray.

“Maybe we should go back down.” I say, looking down at her, visibly annoyed by the situation.

“No, it’s just a little sprinkle. Let’s keep going!” She shouts, thinking it’s what I want to hear.

She thinks I want to keep going, because I’m the one that insisted in going rock climbing in the first place. In reality, I want to lock ourselves into our hotel room and shield her from everything, including TMZ. Shield her from the world saying she’s not good enough for me, or maybe even the other way around.

I stop to wipe the water droplets off my forehead. I can’t tell it’s from rain or from sweat, but I dry one hand at a time on my shorts, to keep me from slipping.

“You okay?” She makes her way up, standing right next to me, as close as she can on an outdoor rock climbing wall, of course.

“Yeah, I’m fine. They’re just so annoying.” I gesture toward the cameras.

“Hi Billie!” They shout, realizing I notice them.

They continue to shout out at us, as if we’d stop everything to have a conversation with them.

“Is that your girl, Billie?”

“What’s your new girlfriend’s name?”

“Kiss!”

“Look over here, Billie!”

“Billie! Billie! Billie!”

She looks at me, slight shock on her face. “Oh, wow.”

A small laugh escapes her lips, making me feel like she’s about to shoot me in the chest. With the painful feeling of rejection already crawling under my skin, I scrunch my nose and look away.

I feel sick.

Remy keeps her eyes on me, but I’m too afraid to see her genuine reaction.

I scoff, cringing and contorting my face as if the thought of kissing Remy here, so high up that we can see the ocean, actually nauseates me.

As if.

I keep climbing but she stays where she is for a minute.

“Come on. Before the rain gets worse.” I look down, waiting for her to come up.

“Just ignore them. At least they’re not being vultures like back home.” She is next to me again, not knowing I don’t want her near me. We are more than halfway up the wall now.

“I just don’t want them making shit up.” I concentrate on getting to the top. I sigh, aggravated at the situation.

“They’re gonna say whatever they want anyway.” She says, he voice calm as she keeps up with me.

“Yeah, but it’s all bullshit. They could’ve said anything at all, but they pick the dumbest fucking-“

“Oh my God, Jesus, Billie! Is it really that repulsive to you?”

“What?” I stop.

“The thought of you being with me?” She looks me in the eyes briefly, before passing me up the wall.

I blink, “N-No— I mean—“ I pick up the speed, gripping onto the wall as hard as I can. My shoes making squeaky noises as I step on each ridge.

She gives an uncertain laugh, “You said it enough times it’s like— Thanks bro.”

“I don’t meant it like th—“

“Dude. You won’t stop saying how stupid—”

“Remy, wait up.” The moment I look away to get better footing, she screams.

I look up to her foot slipping on wet rock, her body dropping at least 50 feet before the rope attendant pulled on his end to save her from hitting the ground. The sound of her scream sent my heart through my esophagus, and into my mouth. It was so loud it left my ears ringing.

I make my descent as fast I can, dropping to the ground, where she sits, doubled over, grabbing at her knee.

“Oh my fucking God, are you okay!?” I quickly get the attendant to unhook me, kneeling beside her.

“Yeah.” She winces, “I stepped on it wrong. My shoe slipped, and I hit my knee on it with all my weight.”

“You slammed the wall pretty hard when you were swinging too! Can we call paramedics for you?“ The attendant pulls out his phone, standing over us.

“No, no. I’m okay.” Remy winces in pain, still covering her knee.

“Let me see.” I take her hands away, uncovering her knee. It’s all gashed and bloodied, dribbling down her shin. There’s dirt and tiny pebbles of gravel inside the deeply cut tissue. “Ooh, shit, Rem. Maybe we should see paramedics.”

The attendant begins to dial on his phone, but Remy is persistent. “No, no, no! I’m- I’m fine. I just need to wash off, that’s all.” She nods.

“Help me up.” She reaches her hand up as I stand, wrapping an arm around my neck for support.

“Can you even stand?” I hold her up.

“Yeah, yeah. It just hurts to bend my knee.” She groans as we hop over to the bathroom, where I can help her clean out her knee.

“It’s bleeding a lot, Rem, I think we should get you seen by a—“

“Noo, just help me clean it up!” She whined. She hates doctors. She will avoid it at all costs. Partly because she hates needles, but mostly because of how expensive it is.

We enter a restroom inside a shack, near the entrance. She hops over to the sink, lifting her leg over the counter.

“Here. Let me—“ I lift her up by her waist, sitting her on the sink counter. I stand between her legs, examining the damage done.

“Ouch.” She groans, wincing at the pain and glancing at me. I’d usually be queasy at the sight of such blood, but since it’s Remy’s, I convince myself to toughen up.

“It’s not too bad…” I lie, hoping to make her feel better. I pull her leg gently over the sink, the faucet hovering above her knee.

I turn on the faucet a bit, the gentle stream running over her wound. The water begins to flush out the blood, red flooding the sink beneath her leg.

“I can’t look.” She turns her head, biting on her wrist.

“It doesn’t look too deep.” I say, shutting off the water and softening my voice. “Just gotta get all this dirt out.”

I wash my own hands in the sink beside her, then lather up with lots of antibacterial soap, very delicately brushing some on her gashed up knee. “This might hurt a bit.”

She nods. I can feel her muscles tensing up, “Just hurry.” She says, through gritted teeth.

“I know, I know.”

I turn the faucet back on, letting it wash away all the impurities, picking out a few tiny pieces of gravel and dirt.

“Here is some hydrogen peroxide. I have bandages too, and gauze.” The manager who greeted us walks in.

“Thank you so much.” I accept the first aid kit.

“We’re so sorry about that. Our staff should’ve recommended you come down as soon as the rain began.” She apologizes over and over.

“No, no, it was our fault. Way too locked in.” I joke, shaking my head.

Remy laughs a bit, smiling at the lovely woman, sweetly.

She walks away, and I turn my attention back to my patient. I unscrew the cap on the peroxide bottle as she hastily puts her hand over mine.

“It isn’t going to sting, is it?” Her eyes worried, her brows furrowed.

“No, I promise it won’t. The worst part is over.” I assure her, knowing me digging out chunks of rock from her gash was probably more painful than this liquid will ever be.

She nods, letting me go.

I begin to lightly pour peroxide over her knee, letting it drip down her cut.

“Do you really think that?” She asks, her voice low.

“Think what?” I say, concentrating on pouring until the bleeding fully stops.

“—That… the world thinking you’re dating me is the worst thing ever.” She scoffs a bit toward the end of her sentence. I can feel her staring at me, but all I can focus on is the fizzy water, bubbling up in her knee.

“No, Rem. I didn’t mean it like that.” I screw on the cap, placing the bottle aside. I very softly pat the wound dry with a square piece of gauze pad.

“It just sounded like it.” She says, her eyes following me. “When there’s any other rumor about you, you make jokes, you laugh at it… You know how to laugh at yourself.”

I take a look inside the first aid kit, fidgeting with the materials in front of me.

“I just hate when they make up rumors. Besides, I don’t want you to be affected by them either.” I lie.

I pick out a roll of gauze, peeling back the first layer and tossing it in the trash, just in case. Using the newer, more sterile layer, I begin to wrap it around her knee, completely taking the gauze behind her knee, and back over the wound a few times.

“Sounds like you were more affected by them than I was.” She shrugs.

I shake my head, “It’s just everywhere we go, no matter what—“ I continue wrapping the gauze around her knee.

“I know.” She cuts me off. “It sucks. But it’s just a rumor, right? They’re just lies.”

“Yeah.”

“I think that’s enough wrap arounds, huh?” She laughs a bit, her breathy laugh giving me chills.

“Right.” I stop, fastening the gauze. “Good as new.” I smile at her.

She bends her knee slowly, dangling it off the counter, wincing at the pain. The thought of her gash opening and closing gives me chills.

“Careful, you don’t want it to start bleeding again.” I help her off the counter, lifting her waist as she wraps her arms around me, and placing her on the floor.

She supports herself with an arm around my neck. “We’ll walk slow, okay? ‘Get you back in the hotel.”

She nods.

We start to walk towards the restroom door, but she stops. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” I look at her knee, imagining blood oozing down her knee again. There isn’t.

“The paparazzi, they’ll see us like this. I don’t want it to bother you if—“

“Fuck ‘em. Let them talk.” I shrug. I watch as she crinkles her nose, smiling at me.

We begin to walk towards the door again, but stop again.

“Wait!” She gasps.

“What!” I look back down at her knee, seeing the perfectly white gauze still wrapped tightly around her knee.

“I didn’t thank you. You’re always taking care of me.” She smiles, her eyes shining, like two genuine diamonds. She tilts her head, her lips are slightly parted, and for a second I think she wants to kiss me.

But that would be a dream. See, normally my alarm would go off, and I’d slam the snooze button, hoping I can cheat my way back into finishing said dream.

“Always.” I say, matter of factly, looking away toward the door.

She kisses my cheek and for a second, I freeze. My heart stops, and my chest feels hollow. Both of my arms are covered in goosebumps. There is no way she doesn’t notice. I stand there in complete silence, wondering if that was real.

“You okay?” She snaps me out of it.

No, it wasn’t. I imagined it. It wasn’t real. But God, how much do I wish it actually was.

“Yeah, let’s go.” I lead us out.

[peatbogbody]

MINGI

MINGIMINGIMINGI

oops this took me a lifetime to finish

Mingi was actually the last ATEEZ member whose face I was able to consistently put to the name, I have to admit it was right after I bought my tickets for their concert last year that I was like "...I should probably know who all of these people are 😳". TBF since I started listening to them in late 2022, up to that point, I'd been mostly just listening to their music and watching a few of their MV's and familiarizing myself with The Lore a bit, and hadn't really dove into their performance vids or side content much at all. From their music alone I'd already placed them in my top 3 groups, but I finally fell deep into the rabbithole of everything else in the couple weeks after the concert when I was laid up with COVID that I'd gotten at the concert (😳) bingeing instagram reels. (tbh I am ECSTATIC that they're already having another tour bc although I LOVED the last concert, as soon as I realized how much I didn't know about them, I was immediately like HI I NEED A DO-OVER NOW)

this bit specifically awakened many things within me.

However, it's been a long time coming but especially now since I started this series and also have been reading work by other ATEEZ meta writers, I feel secure in declaring that Mingi has ascended beyond bias-wrecker status to fully-fledged double-bias. (I maintain that all other members are still S-tier wreckers though. Having a bias in ateez is HARD. i keep thinking i'm set but then every week a different member comes waltzing by wiggling their fingers at me and its SO RUDE. anyways).

this has to come with a lot of defensive caveats of NOT LIKE THATTT bc of certain...stereotypes surrounding mingi ults. i mean it's not entirely NOT that...i do have eyes...but it's also so much MORE than that. i swear.

It's so hard to put things in words (extra LOL at this like 6 weeks later) but here goes.

oh i can use readmores lol

Okay so. The Duality. It can be more than a little cheesy when kpop fans crow all day about ~THE DUALITYYY~ like yeah. first off everyone has duality. you're not the same person in the crowd at the show as you are at your 9-5 on a monday. imagine if idols who had intense concepts just like. walked around in character for those roles 24/7 like what in the daniel day-lewis.

but sometimes the discrepancy between the different "modes" of a performer can still be impressive to see and fun to compare. and wow there sure is a discrepancy here.

mingi's on-stage/performance, FIX ON energy has been heavily discussed. he's got a way of working a crowd that's awe-inspiring, a way that's known to incite "bringing a pen to the concert just in case there's an NDA that needs to be signed" type moods. the way he can get an entire stadium of people BARKING LIKE DOGS, literally, with just a flick of his fingers? enviable. (and potentially terrifying to the uninitiated.) OKAY i was going to say this but i just went to a day6 concert and it turns out that fans will just Do This without any prompting. i stand by mingi still having a particular Way of doing it though and overall a power over crowds that's kinda scary.

poor day6 were so confused it was hilarious

but actually, to my eyes, it's like Fix On is SO over-the-top it's bordering on camp? (i stole this observation from someone (although i'd kind of independently registered it) but forgot who it was. if you wrote about this speak up!). but yeah it's like. almost veering into drag king performance. male impersonation type shit. it's a full on character. this may be one of the secrets behind the mysterious mingi/seonghwa synergy, in the way they get so deeply immersed in character onstage. i'd probably be a little or maybe a lot scared to run into either of them immediately post-performance (but also 🥵).

and then we get moments when this persona will be "broken" by something suddenly and mingi just bursts into that big cheesy smile and it's SO CUTE.

about that cuteness.

ymmv ofc but seeing this guy...

stalking around pelvis-first (I can't find it but that clip of the members making fun of the way he does the driving dance sums it up) on stage, then turn around and INSIST that he's actually Princess Minki, baby chick, aegyo world champion, just intensifies the cuteness. it's the way he's so emphatic that he's CUTE that makes it inherently true, but not directly as a result of the aegyo itself, rather it comes from the intention. if fixed-off mingi really wants to make us believe this, l'm making the decisive choice to take the bait and take him at his word. clown makeup ON, peace and love on planet earth.

who the FUCK are you to deny this man his god-given right to be cute as fuck? get outta town.

to name one example of a behavior that draws me to him in a very leftatlondon "haha, i do that...🥲" way: the way he'll do what I think of as kinda, vocal stimming? with song lyrics (like this whole video oh my god). idk if that's what it is but like, I ALSO sing a lot as self-regulation like when I'm anxious, bored, waiting or a combination of those things.and settings where i see him doing this fit the bill of moments when I would probably be doing the exact same thing. for instance, if i was doing a live in front of thousands of viewers and had run out of boyfriend-RP material and vague platitudes to give but still had time to fill. i would probably also resort to random asmr/vocal percussion. anyways i just Know he paces around whispering various words and phrases to himself.

sidenote, i have to say from experience that the kind of earworms you get when you've been practicing and performing pieces for a concert/etc especially when you do more than one show, are unlike any other kind. they are insidious. i cannot IMAGINE doing this for dozens of shows on a tour or a comeback. i'd lose my mind. idk how they don't end up utterly sick of title tracks by the end of the comeback period. so anyways we do see other members randomly singing a lot, but I haven't really heard anyone playing with the words in the way Mingi does.

i'm not gonna directly comment on the neurodivergency thing but will just say, i See Behaviors 👀. i won't outright say there's Nothing going on.

others have commented on mingi's apparent lack of interest/ability to self-censor his speech, actions or affect even in very public settings. excuse the possible projection, but i recognize this behavior not as coming someone who doesn't know or care about social norms, but due to whatever reason is unable to perform Normal Behavior consistently enough that they've developed a strategy of pointedly abandoning the public pretense of even attempting to do so. if you fuck up at being a person it's because you weren't even trying and you don't even really care :) (but actually you DO care, a lot and you WERE trying).

leaning much more extraverted than myself, mingi seems to do this more automatically and externally than i do.

this type of attitude can have both healthy and unhealthy applications but in mingi's case it seems to be working out pretty well. i'd be interested in seeing a comparison of his persona over time, especially pre- and post-mental health break.

but yeah basically us socially weird and anxious babes yearn for the days of lol random xd tacos. mingi baby u would have thrived in 2007.

and he just comes across as super sweet and sincere and the members clearly adore him. and mingi laugh attacks (a la this vid at around the 14:40 mark heyy look foreshadowing for jonghoposting) are truly soul-cleansing, skin-clearing, crop-watering etc.

i adore this like default awkward closed-mouth smile/grimace he does it's another very "i do that...." thing

anyways also mingi's super captivating to watch onstage and a fucking fire rapper and musician. not just onstage. i LOVE his singing voice too. but i can't spend a second more on this post and i have a whole musical analysis series planned where i'll definitely touch on this stuff more.

just an example of the power of Mingi. this is a challenge for sb19's own fucking account but it's actually impossible to keep your eyes on anyone but mingi

okok shhh don't cry here's a close up version

anyways i've been sitting on this post for far too long and needed to remind myself that these were never supposed to be comprehensive character dissections, just off-the-cuff impressions based on vibes and THATS MY OPINION. so i'm ending it here bye i will be writing about our dear wooyoung next.

again im not gonna discuss ship stuff on these posts its TOO MUCH

[cheateddeath]

JUST SAW FINAL DESTINATION BLOODLINES

amazing movie! the acting felt good, and the characters were ones i could actually care about

the deaths looked really good! the cgi wasn't too bad, not to me

i cried when tony todd said his final lines, it was so sad :(

spoilers under cut ! please don't click if you haven't seen and are excited for the movie

when i tell you every death was CRAZY they were.

iris' death got me everytime it showed up. i jumped so hard!

howard's lawnmower death was HORRIBLE but i couldn't look away. i just knew it'd be bad the moment i saw the lawnmower

erik's near death experience was cool too, the piercing on the chain made me squeamish even though it's pretty obvious a real piercing would be gone immediately. it was an entertaining and stressful watch

julia's death was just. wow. her head getting crushed then the arm coming off? absolute cinema

erik being revealed to not be blood related but dying anyway later confused me, but i'll understand it later. i think it's because he tried interfering in the design?

bloodworth's final scene made me so sad once again, i cried. i'm happy i got to see tony todd's last film appearance

i liked bobby so seeing them have to force an allergic reaction really sucked, especially considering that the mri machine completely demolished erik's body while bobby, if he was aware enough, had to sit and watch while CHOKING. that was the first scene i had to really look away from, the moment his stomach started to show i already knew. once again i'm not sure why he died but it's cool. bobby's death made me sad cause after the nurse came in i was like "oh maybe she can help" then the spring of impending doom and suffering blends his forehead into chunks. like gee thanks

the lamp post falling onto darlene was diabolical, right after i thought she'd survive for just a bit longer. her saving charlie though right before was good :)

the log scene at the end was interesting. a fun call back to fd2 and thomas burke's infamous death in the premonition, but i feel it could've been better. the whole train coming through the neighborhood was sick though!

i liked all the little references to the other movies in this film!

i feel like the trailers showed a bit too much but that's okay

that mri death stuck with me and was HORRID not only cause i liked bobby and i felt bad for what happened but it was just so scary

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

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"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

— 

When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[right-there-ride-on]

thinking about how Gyro 'anti-death penalty' Zeppeli discovers his dark determination and willingness to murder only after the situation concerns Johnny's safety. they make me sick

[sv3t1ana]

Thinking about Husband!Sukuna who just lets you do whatever the fuck you want now.

There was a time when he protested. A time when he had pride, pride in being a man, in being a fearsome king, commanding respect wherever he went.

But you?

You were relentless. So utterly, absurdly relentless that at some point, he just stopped fighting it.

He had never been a man of many words, and marriage hadn’t changed that. It was only a week ago that he sat comfortably on his throne, heavy head resting in his palm as he drifted off to sleep, until he was interrupted by the sudden weight (or loss?) on his chest.

A lesser man would have panicked, but your husband? No. He merely took a long inhale, an even longer exhale, and cracked one eye open to find your tiny, mischievous hands cupping his pecs like a scientist.

“They don’t really move like mine,” you mused, experimentally bouncing the firm muscle in your grasp.

He didn’t know if the subject of this experiment was his breaking point or whatever nonsense idea had wormed its way into your head this time.

Your expression was serious, too serious, as you moved in front of him, gripping the hem of his robe as if a scholar prepped for a dissertation.

“May I remove this?”

His eyes, half-lidded with the dull exhaustion that only centuries of being a king could bring, slowly trailed to meet yours. His lips pressed into a flat line.

You took his silence as consent.

And soon enough, his shirt was discarded, leaving him bare from the waist up as you squinted in intense concentration, leaning in close to his chest.

It was pathetic, really. The size difference. Your husband was a mountain of a man, yes, his frame large enough to dwarf yours entirely. And yet, there you were, fingers struggling to span across his tits as you earnestly attempted to jiggle them, as if you could replicate your own softness on his ironclad frame.

At one point, you had both of his pecs squished together, testing them like some critical judge at a livestock competition.

“Wow, you’re a lot different than me.”

Oh, his lovely wife. His lovely wife, who was genuinely comparing her milk-producing breasts to those of a war-hardened king.

Oh, the patience he had for you.

And despite the sheer disrespect you continually brought upon the honor of Sukuna, the King, the Conqueror, the Lord of Curses…

He still let you.

And it never stopped.

Because right now, right this very moment, he was balls-deep inside you, your knees pinned to your chest as he fucked you senseless, guttural moans echoing in the grand chamber as he pounded into your dripping cunt.

The nights the lord would bed his wife was always the same, multiple orgasms, a sore throat, bruises painting your skin like a lover’s signature, and the brutal satisfaction of a man who knew he could ruin you.

There couldn’t have been a worse time, a worse thought, and for the first time in his life, Sukuna wished, prayed, for something to be different about his wife.

“W-wait, ‘Kuna- fuck- wait-!”

Because he never wanted you in pain, never wanted you to feel anything but pleasure despite the sixth climax of the night barreling toward him, he reluctantly halted.

Oh, may the lords above grant him the strength.

Because you, thoroughly fucked out, hair knotted, sweat glistening across your body, brought your trembling hands forward,

and groped his fucking tits.

Like he was some toy for you to hold onto.

“Okay, continue.”

He stilled. In shock? In horror? In spiritual agony?

Slowly, he tried to thwart at your hands, momentarily lifting one from under your knee, but-

“No, I said continue.”

That’s right. Your wish was his command.

So he continued. And every time his cock rammed deep into your walls, every time you moaned so sinfully, your little hands squeezed tighter.

It was almost comical, your soft, delicate fingers clutching at his immovable chest as if this was your god-given right.

With a grunt, he muttered, “Why must you do this?” His brows furrowed, thrusts becoming punishing.

Through your breathless whimpers, you somehow managed, “Ngh- I just- oh, god- like them.”

His cock twitched at your honesty.

His breasts flexing in tandem.

And when your shaking fingers dared to pinch his nipple…

Oh, that was when the real fun began.

“Fuck, don’t- fuck-” He spat through gritted teeth.

Neither of you could ignore the way his back arched the tiniest bit, the way his thrusts faltered for a split second as your fingers toyed with him.

You were too far gone to form coherent sentences, let alone fucking laugh, but your lips curled in amusement, jaw slack as the wet pat-pat-pat of his cock slamming into you filled the air.

“You think this shit is funny?”

His hold on you shifted. With inhuman ease, he lifted your legs, pressing them together straight up in the air, holding your feet in a single massive hand while his other gripped your thigh in a vice.

The new position devastating.

His thick cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside you, punching deep into your cunt, the head kissing your cervix with every pump.

It was enough to wreck you, your body shuddering as your next orgasm tore through you like divine wrath.

And Sukuna, normally composed and always in control, was panting.

As you both lay side by side afterward, spent and breathless, a singular, intrusive thought carved its way into your little head.

“...Can I be big spoon tonight?”

He didn’t respond, simply sighing and rolling onto his side. Letting you attempt to wrap your arms around his impossibly broad back.

Oh, his lovely, sweet wife.

Your hand reached down, fingers splaying, grabbing a handful of his ass.

A slow, agonizing inhale.

Then a measured, exasperated exhale.

“...No more tonight. Please.”

You couldn’t see his face, your own buried between his shoulder blades.

But maybe, juuust maybe, someone, somewhere, could say there was the barest twitch of a smile on his lips.

[romantically-yours]

Thinking about that time in 6th when me and my friend at the time were just casually talking about how oh when we grow up we should just move to the French countryside together

[indelicateink]

idk idk i just have needs