#and I’m not even talking about romantically

[lesbianjackies]

i did NOT just see someone complain that s3 is “reducing lottie to her mental illness”……….. oh my fucking god two episodes in and the horrible takes are already rampant

[superbat-lmao]

Jason travels to an alternate universe where Bruce only cares about being Batman. He took in each of his kids to serve the mission, not be his children.

Now, faced with alternate versions of his family, Jason has to grapple with the fact that his Bruce does care, that he is his father. Because the man in front of him now, trying to send him home, isn’t even close.

[seumyo]

people thinking that sakusa’s being maltreated because of the bruises on his forearm, but the truth is . .

Sakusa is known to always wear his compression sleeves on and off the court for post-game press conferences. It completed his signature look. His overall flair.

Everything seemed normal at first, but it wasn’t long before murmurs surfaced through the room. Reporters exchanged glances, some scrolling through their phones, others whispering among themselves.

The reason? For the first time in a long while, Sakusa wasn’t wearing his compression sleeves.

His toned forearms were exposed for everyone to see, and to the media’s surprise, they weren’t completely unblemished. Faint bruises and clusters of reddish dots speckled his skin—nothing severe, but noticeable enough to raise eyebrows. Some looked older, fading into his skin, while others were more recent.

The questions were bound to come.

“Sakusa-san, many fans have noticed that you’re not wearing your usual sleeves today. And, well…” she hesitated, gesturing vaguely at his arms.

“There’s been a lot of speculation about the marks on your skin. Is everything alright?”

Sakusa blinked once, his expression unreadable. He glanced down at his arms, clearly catching onto what she meant. A moment of silence passed before he let out a slow exhale through his nose.

He knew this would happen eventually.

“Seriously?” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. Then, into the mic, he deadpanned, “I’m fine.”

The room remained unconvinced.

Sakusa could already imagine what the internet was saying. Rumors were probably spreading like wildfire—was he getting into fights? Had he been injured in training? Worse, was something happening at home?

“If I may, are those from mosquitos? With the recent outbreak of mosquitos due to the warm weather, could it be from those?”

“No.”

“Allergies, perhaps?”

“None.”

A few more reporters shuffled in their seats, hesitant but clearly eager to dig deeper.

Then, another one asked, “Just to clarify, you’re saying these marks aren’t from… any sort of external conflict?”

Sakusa’s brow twitched. He leaned forward slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose through his mask as he adjusted the mic, and let out another small sigh. “I’m not being abused, if that’s what people are implying.”

The room went silent. His fellow players exchanged approving nods, letting their teammate handle the situation.

“My wife is in medical school,” Sakusa continued, his voice even, matter-of-fact. “She’s refreshing her phlebotomy skills, and I often volunteer to be her patient whenever she needs someone for a demo or assignment.”

The silence stretched for a moment before a few quiet chuckles broke through, some from relief, others from sheer amusement at the unexpected explanation. Well, it wasn’t often Sakusa talked about you.

“So… you’re saying these marks are from blood extractions?”

“Yes,” he answered, tilting his head slightly as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “She wants to practice, and I’d rather help her than have her struggle to find volunteers.”

Hinata whispered something to Bokuto, but even with the low volume of the mic, Sakusa still caught it.

“That’s kinda romantic.”

He turned his head slightly to glare at them, but Bokuto was already grinning. “No, but really! That’s, like, peak husband material. You’re not even fond of monthly checkups.”

Sakusa rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Meian chuckled. “You’re literally letting someone practice on you repeatedly. That’s dedication.”

Reporters were already typing away, some clearly rewriting their headlines. What had started as a potentially scandalous story had turned into something else entirely.

The media had long known Sakusa to be a private person, almost aggressively so. He rarely spoke about his personal life, and to this day, many fans still couldn’t believe he was married. Out of all the MSBY Black Jackals players, Sakusa and your marriage are by far the most private.

It wouldn’t even have been known if it weren’t for Hinata’s post with the newly wedded couple a year ago!

And yet, here he was, casually revealing that he lets you practice medical procedures on him just to support your studies.

“Is she any good?” another reporter asked, grinning now. “At phlebotomy?”

His eyes narrowed briefly. “Her undergraduate course is medical laboratory science—so yes, she’s been doing this for years.”

“And you’ve never complained?”

He shrugged. That was the stupidest question he’s heard today.

“Why would I? She supports me in my career. The least I can do is support her in hers.”

The room was quiet for a second before a wave of approving murmurs spread across the lobby area. The tension had completely shifted.

Bokuto grinned. “Man, you’re really down bad for your wife, huh?”

Sakusa sighed, clearly regretting every life decision that led him to sitting next to Bokuto in this moment. “I don’t see how that’s relevant to volleyball.”

Hinata laughed. “It’s not, but it’s fun to watch you get all flustered as you tell them more about [Last Name], Omi!”

“I’m not flustered,” Sakusa muttered, tugging at his jersey sleeve slightly as if contemplating whether he should just start wearing them all the time again to avoid situations like this.

“Like hell ye aren’t,” Atsumu snorted.

By the time the conference ended, social media had already latched onto the revelation.

#SakusaBestHusband started trending almost immediately, with fans gushing over how unexpectedly sweet he was. Some joked that they wanted a “Sakusa-level” of support in their relationships.

-

You had been watching the press conference from your laptop at home, your face buried in your hands as your notifications blew up.

A few minutes later, Sakusa messaged you.

Kiyoomi: I hate the internet.

You: And they love you, actually.

Kiyoomi: They won’t shut up about me letting you stab me with needles.

You: You do let me stab you with needles.

Kiyoomi: It’s more than that. Ugh, people don’t educate themselves enough about your profession

Kiyoomi: And it sounds worse when you say it like that.

You laughed, shaking your head.

You: Well, you are the best husband in the whole world ever. You kind of brought this on yourself.

He didn’t reply right away, and you assumed he was on his way back home. But when your phone buzzed again, your heart warmed at the short but sincere message.

Kiyoomi: You’re worth it. Be home in 20 minutes

SEUMYO © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[simbistardis]

Being black and Aromantic is an experience. When I came out through social media my family felt the need to drill me with questions about my past romantic relationships and why now all a sudden, I’d chosen to go by Aro. I remember talks of bandwagons, even though I can count the number of aro-spec black people I’ve met on one hand with like three fingers. In church when my oldest sister led the prayer, she alluded to how younger kids had so many demons they had to fight, and I instantly knew what she meant. Subsequently, my being Aro had become a thing to pray off and use as a talking point in Sunday school rather than being discussed on a deeper and serious level with just myself. But when we did speak about it the conversations felt like an interrogation. It always felt like black culture couldn’t align much with Aromanticism, especially cause growing up I was taught that marriage was the end goal and that’s what I should want but I don’t think marriage was in my plans. I would dream of having dogs and living alone in a big house instead of having a romantic partner. For me being Aro and black is an interesting intersection because romance is very much portrayed in black narratives in both good and bad ways, but it’s never talked about in the capacity to which I experience alloromanticism. Alloromanticism is never ‘the decline of romantic attraction’ or ‘the strong romantic attraction to people only when I know them just as well as I know myself’. With my demiromantic identity people don’t understand the difference it has from regular attraction . My attraction is fluid so in the case of when I feel more Demi I’m glued to one person and one person only for a really long time. Attraction like that is what I wish was shown on TV and not just packaged as someone who's got an obsession and needs to get over someone. They could be Demiromantic. A thing I love about being Aro-spec is how comfortable it feels. Like I don’t feel this overwhelming need to perform. If my partner knows I’m on the Aro-spec they know it’s best not to try to force romantic gestures or even be offended by my lack of attraction at times. ... How come black women just can’t experience attraction a bit differently from how everyone says we should. So many black and brown men and women probably have to repress the way they feel and run the risk of being the bad guy because no one would understand or want to navigate the ways in which they experience Aromanticism. They bottle it up and when things go wrong probably find it easier to just blame themselves for not being enough or their partner when really, they just have to look into themselves and their orientation. I think black women could feel more assertive in themselves if they realized that they can be Aromantic and not pushed into this box where they have to play a role they don’t want to play. Black women deserve to explore romantic orientations as well as sexual ones and have a deep dive into how they feel. And that should be respected. To black Aromantic people I say keep pushing the odds, keep daring to form a new mold for black kids to come because we’re drowned in content and media that tells us we’re overly sexualized and romanticized and that can change with us. Our families and friends may not understand, the world may not even understand, but as long as you get who you are that’s honestly all that matters. As a collective we can help each other learn and grow, we can push each other in our advocacy and know it’s not a competition. All our efforts should be us trying to get Aromanticism to be taken as seriously as any other orientation.

Being Aroflux and Black by Kimberly Butler (@/TheAsexualGoddess) on AUREA (2021)

[v4mpire45]

The Things He Doesn't Know — K. Bakugo

This is a series, so other parts will be here!

☞ Link: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

Bakugo x Jealous female reader

Synopsis: When you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend, but force you're feeling's down for the sake of your friendship.

Author's note: My girl has crashed out. Whatever will she do? I felt as if this was a little rushed, but I tried.

Here you were, standing outside the dorms, waiting for a party you had zero interest in. Mina, of course, had dragged you along, insisting it would be fun. You weren’t convinced.

The air was thick with humidity, making it even more unbearable. You, Sero, Kaminari, and Jirou were already outside, waiting on the rest of the group. Kirishima was still trying to convince Bakugo to come, while Kimiko and Mina had insisted on “dressing up” for the occasion.

"God, they're taking forever! Can we just leave without them?" Kaminari groaned, fanning himself dramatically. "It’s flipping hot out here, man."

"Stop whining, Kaminari," Jirou rolled her eyes, nudging him with her elbow.

"I mean, in his defense, we've been out here for thirty minutes. The party started twenty minutes ago," you pointed out, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Just then, Kirishima practically dragged Bakugo outside. The blonde looked pissed, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his scowl deeper than usual.

"Sorry we're late! Is everyone ready?" Kirishima asked, still holding onto Bakugo’s arm like he was afraid he’d bolt.

"No, because flipping Mina and Kimiko aren't here!" Kaminari whined again, throwing his hands in the air.

"Wait!" Mina’s voice rang out from behind. The group turned just in time to see her and Kimiko walking toward them, both dressed in cute outfits that were clearly meant to impress.

"Damn!" Kaminari blurted before Jirou smacked him upside the head.

"Who were you guys looking to impress?" Jirou asked, eyebrow raised.

Sero let out a quiet wolf whistle, his eyes lingering on Kimiko. You deadpanned, giving him a sharp "seriously?" look. He only shrugged, grinning.

"Can we hurry the hell up? I don’t have time for this crap," Bakugo scoffed, already marching off toward the dorms.

The group followed after him, except for you.

Mina, noticing your hesitation, grabbed your hand and pulled you along. "What’s up with you, girly? You haven’t been yourself these past few weeks."

You were about to brush it off with a “nothing” when she continued.

"And don’t even try to say ‘nothing.’ I saw you at the pool party last week, crying in Sero’s arms."

Your stomach dropped. Great. So she saw that.

You sighed. "I’ve just been stressed out, but I’m okay now. Sero and I talked it out."

Mina gave you a skeptical look before nodding. "Alright, I’ll believe you… but you do know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"I know," you said, offering a small smile.

"Good! Now let’s party!" She grinned, dragging you inside.

The moment you stepped into the dorms, the bass from the music vibrated through your chest. The party was already in full swing, people dancing, laughing, drinking soda, and lounging on couches.

Mina wasted no time pulling you onto the dance floor, where you met up with Yaoyorozu, Tsu, Ochaco, and Hagakure. The six of you swayed to the music, letting loose. For the first time in weeks, you actually felt free.

Then Kimiko showed up.

"Oh my god, you guys, Bakugo is so freaking impossible sometimes!" Kimiko groaned, dramatically flipping her hair.

You clenched your jaw.

"What’d he do now?" Ochaco asked, sipping her drink while sliding left and right.

"Ugh, he just doesn't get it! Like, we were talking, and I swear I was flirting so hard, but all he did was grunt at me! Like, how dense can you be?" Kimiko huffed, crossing her arms.

"I mean, it’s Bakugo. He’s not exactly Mr. Romantic," Tsu pointed out.

"Yeah, but come on! I feel like I’m this close to breaking through that tough exterior," Kimiko continued, holding up her fingers with barely any space between them. "Like, he actually listened to me today! And when I laughed, he kind of—"

"Oh my god, can you just shut up about Bakugo for ten minutes?"

The words were out before you could stop them.

The music didn’t stop immediately, but the mood did. Heads turned. Your friends stared. Even people not involved in the conversation glanced over.

Mina’s eyes widened. "Y/N, what the heck?" she muttered, trying to tug you back.

But you weren’t backing down.

Kimiko crossed her arms, glaring. "What the hell is your problem, Y/N?"

The music cut off. More people started paying attention.

You knew you should stop. You knew you should swallow your jealousy and walk away.

But you didn’t.

"You! My problem is you! You’re so desperate! Hop off his balls for once!"

The room went silent.

Mina inhaled sharply. Ochaco’s mouth dropped open. Yaoyorozu gasped. Tsu's eyes widened, and Hagakure covered her mouth.

Kimiko’s expression twisted into something unreadable, shock, hurt, and anger all mixing at once.

You felt the weight of what you just said crash over you like a tidal wave.

"Crap, Kimiko, I’m—"

"Save it, Y/N," she snapped, turning on her heel and storming off.

Yaoyorozu immediately followed her.

Tsu gave you a disappointed look before sighing. "Not cool, Y/N." Then she walked away, too.

Hagakure hesitated before saying, "I’m gonna check on them."

Ochaco shook her head. "That wasn’t you at all, Y/N…" She trailed off, then left as well.

Just like that, your friend group had scattered.

Mina pulled you off the dance floor into a quieter area, arms crossed. "Y/N, what the heck was that?"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "I don’t know, okay? I messed up."

"That was more than messing up. What even triggered that—" Mina stopped mid-sentence. Realization dawned on her face. "Oh, honey no. Bakugo?"

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to.

Mina sighed, shaking her head. "I knew something was up. You always look miserable whenever Kimiko talks about him. But seriously, girl, that wasn’t cool. You shouldn’t have let your jealousy bubble over like that."

You swallowed hard, shame sinking in. "I know. I’ll apologize to her."

Mina gave you a firm nod. "Good. I’m gonna go check on them. You need to cool down."

You didn’t argue.

Once she left, you exhaled shakily and slid down the wall, resting your back against the cool surface.

The weight of your own words crushed down on you.

What have you done?

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[k1mbe3rly]

hhheeeyyy... do you mind doing a gyeong-su nsfw alphabet? i get we dont know much abt the fella but shdbsj.. /vvnf

i wasn’t sure if you meant the aouad or squid game but i’m doing both either way😭

Gyeong su NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s mainly awkward but does clean you up, he does anything you ask him to make you feel comfortable

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part about you is your neck, he doesn’t even know why he just loves to mark you with his hickeys and nuzzle his nose into it

His favorite body part about himself is probably just his arms, he doesn’t even have a specific reasons nor does it even help you to make you feel good but he just lowkey admires them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cover your ass with his cum, he doesn’t mind pulling out but does love the feeling of his cock pumping all his cum out inside you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty secret is probably fucking you T.O.P playlist or his bands songs

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced but doesn’t have sex often, other than that he knows what’s going on

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Just simple, missionary, he likes to see your face or the way your tits bounce each thrust he makes into you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

definitely the goofy type, he makes jokes but not a lot, like when he’s fucking you he’ll just crack a small sex joke than goes back to grunting

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s groomed, he doesn’t really care about that much, but he’ll groom just for you

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He gets very romantic, he goes all out like for valentines he decorates the room and when you come home he’s in his boxers holding a rose in his mouth

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t jerk off, maybe once or twice

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He doesn’t have much kinks, he just haves sex maybe a bit of hair pulling, degrading, and praising

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Simple, the bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talk

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that causes pain

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving, and receiving, it’s an equal 50%

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn’t mind what pace you want him to go, he just wants to be able to make you feel good

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves the feeling of quickies in public or feeling that rush thru his body, causing him to fuck you even harder

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes the feeling of taking the risk but hates actually getting caught, it really depends if he feels rebellious 😈

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a few rounds but mainly like 3-4

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not a big fan of teasing

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

As a top he doesn’t make much noises just grunts and heavy breathing

As a sub he does moan a bit high pitched and whimper

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He fucked you at the Thanos concert

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a solid 7

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that high but he does have sex with you when you want it

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

He lowkey tires himself out and accidentally falls asleep the moment he pulls out and gets next to you

[furioussheepluminary]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

Pairing: dad!chris x teacher!afab!reader, friends to lovers, nonidol!au

Synopsis: Go ahead and cry, little girl, Nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you, I know that you got daddy issues, And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you

Warnings: domestic fluff, angst, tears and all, references to the neighborhood, ft. 2racha, lemme know if I've missed something

A/n: the neighborhood. They did this to me. Reader isn't going to be mentioned on the story a lot...well at least in this first chapter. I swear I got carried away with this I didn't mean for it to be this long 😔 it wasn't even meant to be a chapter like story...

She wasn’t his. A constant reminder that knocked at the back of his mind.

Chris wasn’t the kind of man to complain over every small detail. Life had handed him its fair share of punches, and he’d taken his fair share without even flinching or losing the warmth in his heart. Anyone who saw him on the outside would think of him as the one that had everything good happening to him. But on the inside, the scars remained- ugly and tender. Before it all turned grey, he was actually living the life. A newlywed with a beautiful baby three months in the making. Victoria, his now ex-wife was an extravagant person and Chris knew that but she still had other loveable qualities which he doted on. Come five years down the line, and the secrets began to come to light.

Victoria had always wanted more. More money, more status, more luxury. She knew Chris had all of that so she just decided to play along with his domestic loveable fantasies. And Chris had known this about her from the start, but he had convinced himself that love would be enough. That their little circle-just him, Victoria, and their now four-year-old daughter, Mia-would be enough.

He was wrong.

It started with the late nights out, business dinners and events with people whose names Chris never recognized. Which Chris saw as karma for constantly keeping his late nights at work too but she always came back with excuses that didn’t really add up but then again, he pushed it aside, to exhausted from his own work and raising Mia to argue. Then it was her appearance. Disheveled hair, messed up make up, hickeys? Sure, he’s been lacking in being the romantic husband but he didn’t remember giving her any of those.

“Can we talk, baby?” he had tried to ask her one evening, when he put Mia to bed. They were in their shared bedroom which was beginning to feel lonelier by the week. Victoria sat at her vanity, in pristine white doing her night routine. “About?” she responded flatly.

“U-us,” he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly. “Am I not making you feel good anymore?” she paused, looked at him through the mirror and chuckled “What’s making you say that, Chris?”

“You’ve got marks. And I haven’t given you any…”

She applied cream under her eyes. “isn’t that supposed to make you feel bad?” he gave a tight-lipped expression “Baby,” he walked over to her. “I-I know I haven’t been as romantic as I was before and that’s on me. But it’s making me feel uncomfortable that I’m seeing this and that it wasn’t me who- “

Victoria sighed, setting down the jar of cream with an exasperated clink. She turned in her chair, crossing her legs as she reagree Chris with an almost amused expression.

“You’re being dramatic,” she said cooly. “It’s just a few marks. Why does it matter where they came from?” Chris felt his stomach twist. “Because I love you. because I-”

“Love isn’t enough, Chris,” she interrupted, her tone sharp. “You think just because you get to come home every night and kiss Mia goodnight it’ll make me so obsessed with you that I’d forget my own needs?” his brows furrowed as he plopped himself on the edge of the bed. “I-I don’t understand…” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It’s not just about her, Chris. I have needs too. I need just as much excitement and love as Mia gets. I need passion, I need to be with someone who treats me like I deserve to be loved not like another chore at the end of the day.” Chris felt something crack inside his chest. “A chore?” He echoed, voice above a whisper. Isn’t that what she made him feel like? Barely giving him any breathing space with all the ‘don’t forget to pick these up at the store’, or ‘I can’t make it blah blah blah I have an appointment’ and all the other useless excuses he carried on his shoulder.

“And Mia? What does she need. What does she deserve?”

“Don’t start that. She deserves stability. You work all the time too and I’ve told you timelessly that you can’t be keeping your late schedule when we have her to think about. Look, the difference between us is just that I’ve found a way to make it work for me. To balance you and my…real needs.”

Realization dawned like a cold slap to the face. “There’s someone else.” She didn’t deny it. Didn’t. Even. Flinch. Victora turned back to the mirror, picking up her cream again as if the conversation had already ended in her mind. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself and leave. We’ll file for divorce. And I’ll take Mia.” He couldn’t even understand her anymore. She just wants to leave? She’s not going to hear his side of the story? Taking his baby girl?! His eyes shot up. “Like hell you will.” Chris rarely raised his voice at her before, but that night, the betrayal shattered something inside him. “So that’s it? You’re walking away from your family for a supposedly bigger paycheck?”

Her eyes still focused on her reflection she spoke, “This is a blessing in disguise, Chris. Take it or leave it.”

And that was when the real war began.

The woman had connections, the bitch. Lawyers who knew how to twist the narrative. Chris worked long hours making him ‘too busy’ to be a full-time parent. He didn’t come from money making him ‘unstable’ compared to Victoria’s new fiancé- a wealthy, well-respected businessman. The court never even asked who Mia wanted to stay with. Despite everything Chris fought. Hard. But the corrupt system wasn’t built to favor fathers like him. In the saddening end, Victoria was granted full custody. He was left with weekends and whatever stolen moments he could manage. Innocent Mia had sobbed in his arms the first time she had to leave. Chris had nearly broken down right there with her. She couldn’t understand it all but what she did know was that being with her father was never enough. He was so close yet so far away.

At the time Chris didn’t have a lot of people to lean on, but if there were two people who saw everything from the beginning, it was Changbin and Jisung. They saw it all. They were the ones who stayed- when everyone whispered about how he should’ve seen it coming or how maybe he just wasn’t enough. Changbin was the first to throw a punch when some asshole had the nerve to call Chris pathetic for loving someone who was visibly used him. Jisung had been the one to show up at his doorstep at 3 A.M., with food, refusing to leave until Chris had at least eaten something. Now, they were the ones who made sure Mia had people who truly adored her and treated her like family, even when her mother made her feel like a second thought.

-

The school bell echoed through the courtyard, signaling freedom for dozens of gleeful kids. Chris leaned against his car, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on her- Mia, sprinting towards him with wild abandon, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders.

“Daddy!” She screamed, her face lighting like the sun. Chris opened his arms just in time for her to crash into him. He lifted her off the ground spinning her around as pure joy surged through him.

Mia’s eyes sparkled as she hugged him tight. “Can we get ice cream before dinner tonight?” he chuckled. “Ice cream before dinner? That sounds like trouble, baby.” “Please?” she begged, tilting her head in that way that always melted him. He sighed dramatically. “Anything for my babygirl.”

Chris’ apartment wasn’t grand. Well not as grand as the one he used to have with his ex-wife. But it was warm. Lived-in. The type of place where every corner held memories- some old some new, most centered around Mia, of course. Mia’s drawings were taped to the fridge, stick figures holding hands with big smiles and a sun in the constant corner that shone too brightly. Tiny pink socks and stuffed animals littered the couch, evidence of the weekend play sessions that always ended with Mia curled up against his side, fighting sleep just to stay up a little longer with him.

When she was with him, Chris was dad in every sense of the word. He cooked her meals even when they turned out slightly burnt, he helped her with homework (which explaining to her sometimes confused him in the process). When it came to bedtime stories, he helped her pick them out and carried her to the bed when she fell asleep mid-play. Some Saturdays he would take her to the studio and sometimes it was unavoidable. Mia was always curious about her dad’s job. Plus, she vaguely remembers that she used to see him working with different genres of people when she was younger, back when she had more than weekends with him.

So, after stopping for her favorite snack on a Saturday morning, they arrived at the studio. When they walked in, Mia’s eyes widened as she took everything in. tiny sparks of color filled the faint memories of this place in her mind. The soundproof walls, the scattered yet arranged equipment, the glowing computer screens displaying colorful waveforms. “Woah…” She bounced forward, her tiny hands gripping her bunny in its ears. Chris smiled watching her.

“Cool, yeah?” Chris ruffled before guiding her to the main recording room. “Come on, I’ll show you where the chaos happens.” Before they could go any further, a familiar voice called out.

“Yaa! Is that my favorite troublemaker?!” Mia’s face lit up instantly as Changbin appeared from one of the side rooms, arms spread wide. “Uncle Binnie!” she squealed, running to him without hesitation. Chris barely had time before she leapt into Changbin’s arms, giggling as he spun her around. “Look at you, getting so big! What happened to tiny Mia I used to know?”

“I’m still tiny,” she giggled. “I dunno…you’re almost as big as your dad now,” He teased, shooting the other man a smirk. Chris rolled his eyes. “Funny.” They got in to the studio together. Chris dropped Mia’s backpack on the couch at the end of the room, as Changbin sat her on his lap.

“Where’s J. One?” he asked. As if on cue the door opened with Jisung walking in, coffee in hand. His eyes darted straight to the tiny person on Changbin’s lap, playfully blinking in disbelief. “No way. Is that my Mia?”

Mia gasped. “Uncle ‘Sung!” she wriggled out of the other’s arms and ran straight for Jisung who caught her one-handed with ease, throwing her into his arms. “Daang, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said dramatically, pretending to stagger under her weight. “You sure you’re not twenty now?” she squeaked, hitting his shoulder “I’m six!”

“Six? No way. You’re lying,” he teased dropping her.

Chris shook his head, watching as they fell into playful banter. Mia looked genuinely happy, completely forgetting about everything else. And it made Chris forget about everything to for a while. At least on most Saturdays.

-

Sundays were the worst. For both of them. Sunday nights felt like losing her all over again. Chris never liked to bring up Victoria unless Mia did first. He knew better than to talk shit about her mother in front of her, no matter how much resentment he held. She was too young to understand the full extent of what happened, and he didn’t want her carrying the weight of their broken marriage. But sometimes, she asked questions. And those were the hard moments.

After dinner one Sunday, with Mia’s bags packed and toys arranged, Chris was brushing her hair. She sat on the couch, the bunny clutched to her chest. She had been quiet. They were always strangely quiet on Sunday nights. He didn’t push, but Mia always spoke when she was ready. Mr. Bean played softly on the TV in the background when she finally spoke.

“Do you like Mr. Dlyan?”. He froze, his hands pausing mid-stroke. That was the name of Victoria’s new husband. The one that seemed to have wider pockets according to her. He forced himself to keep his voice light. “Why do you ask, baby?”

Mia shrugged, kicking her feet. “Mommy says he’s nice. And that he takes good care of us.” “He’s mommy’s new husband, but you know that already.” He said carefully. “Do you like him?” she hesitated, her tiny fingers fiddling with the edge of her animal’s ear. “He buys me lots of toys,” she admitted. “And he says I can call him Dad if I want to.” His grip on the brush tightened. He took a slow breath, forcing down the lump in his throat.

“And do you want to?”

She looked up at him then, big, honest eyes searching his face. “No.”

Relief washed over him so quickly it made him feel guilty. He cleared his throat and set the brush down, gently pulling her into his lap. “Mia, listen to me,” he said softly. “You can call him whatever makes you comfortable. But just because mommy married someone else doesn’t make me any less of a father. Especially your father. That will never change. Okay?”

Mia nodded, gripping his shirt. “I don’t want him to be my dad. I already have one.” He smiled pressing a kiss to her head. “That’s right, baby. You do.” She snuggled closer. “But mommy says I should be happy with him. That its better this way.”

Chris shut his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his emotions before they could break through. He hated the idea of Mia feeling pressured, of her thinking she had to accept this new man as a father figure just to keep the peace. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mia,” he murmured. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel.”

She turned back to the tv. “But I want to be with you.” Chris held her a little tighter, kissing her forehead like he always did when the words I love you weren’t enough.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

The sky was painted in muted hues of blue and orange, the sun seemed reluctant to set as Chris’s car idled in front of his ex-wife’s pristine suburban house. Mia sat in the backseat, silent, her small fingers anxiously twisting the strap of her backpack. Chris stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror, his chest tightening at the sight of her downcast face.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” he said softly, hating the weight of those words. Mia didn’t move. Her lips wobbled, and tears threatened to spill over her long lashes. Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat, reaching for her hand. “Hey,” he whispered, “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay,” she sniffled, her voice breaking. “I hate going back. Mommy doesn’t even talk to me ask, Daddy. She’s always busy with her friends and her phone! Its better being with you daddy! I don’t wanna go back!”

“I know it’s hard,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “But you’ll be back with me on Friday. We'll do anything you want, yeah? Just you and me.” She tried to smile, but crumbled into tears. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, baby,” he whispered, his own voice thick. “But I promise- Daddy always comes back for you.” her fingers clutched his jacket like a lifeline. “I love you, Daddy.” She choked out.

“I love you too, Mia. So much.”

That was the loop. The constant loop that went on and on. Chris was so tired of it all.

Till you came in.

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“We’ve never backed down from one of Andy’s challenges yet,” Joe said, setting down the second chair so that it faced the first in the middle of the room. “Why would we start now?”

“Because you’re trying to make better life choices?” said Nile from where she was still perched at the dining table.

Joe snorted.

“I mean, it could happen,” Nile said wryly as she popped one last piece of biscotti into her mouth.

“It’s important to keep our faith in the possibility of miracles, Nile,” Nicky said as he sat down in one of the chairs. It was rickety, like most of the furniture in this temporary safe house, and he had to balance carefully so that he wasn’t constantly toppling backwards and forwards.

“Even while we acknowledge certainties,” Joe said, sitting down opposite him. They were so close that their knees touched. “Such as the fact that I’m going to win.”

Nicky arched an eyebrow. “You are so sure of that, my love?”

“Oh my god,” Nile said under her breath, “are they actually going to trash talk one another about this?”

“Why do you think I challenged them?” Andy said as she doctored her coffee with a glug of vodka. “More entertaining than any TV show.”

Then, louder, Andy went on, “The rules are simple. Whichever one of you goes the longest without kissing the other is the winner. May the best man win.” She saluted them with her mug and then sat back in her chair, grinning.

Andy knew what Joe and Nicky would both readily have admitted about themselves: that they were deeply in love, and that they each had a competitive streak as wide as it was stubborn. Neither of them was going to make this easy.

Very deliberately, Nicky braced his elbows against his knees, leaned in towards Joe, and smiled ever so slightly.

“It’s not in any of the history books,” Andy said, taking a sip of her coffee, “but these two invented gay chicken.”

“Is it still gay chicken if they’re both gay?” Nile said, dubiously, even as Joe leaned in very close to Nicky in turn.

Their faces were now mere inches apart. Nicky’s eyes were sparkling and Joe’s lips were trembling and they kept erupting in little snorts of laughter, first one and then the other. Joe’s gaze flickered back and forth from Nicky’s eyes to his mouth.

“You’re an incurable romantic,” Nicky murmured.

“So I’ve been told,” Joe said. “And I will write ghazals and odes in your honour, light of my life, but I’m not going to kiss you.”

They stared at one another. The minutes ticked by.

“Am I the only one to think this is kind of weird?” Nile said.

Andy shrugged.

“Your eyes are very beautiful, my love,” Nicky said.

Joe took one of Nicky’s hands in his and started to rub gentle circles into the palm of Nicky’s hand with his thumb. “If they are, it is only because they are reflecting back your radiance, ya hayati.”

Nicky licked his lips.

Out of the side of her mouth, Andy said in a stage whisper, “Tactical move or a sign that he’s slipping?”

Nicky shifted just a bit in his chair and cocked his head to one side. He dimpled deliberately as he said, “But what light was there in my life, Yusuf, before I understood that you were the other half of my soul?”

“Oh brother,” Andy said with a sigh, casting her eyes up towards the ceiling.

“You started this,” Nile told her. “I was the one who said we could watch a movie or something.”

Neither Joe nor Nicky showed any sign of paying attention to either of them. They were intent entirely on one another now, Joe still clasping Nicky’s hand and the two of them curving close to one another, their lips scant inches apart.

“I’m impressed that you can remember so far back,” Joe said softly, “to our misspent youths, to before I knew how much my heart could love a wild-eyed, sword-wielding Frankish priest.”

“Flatterer,” Nicky breathed.

“But I’m not so up-to-date with my Christian theology,” Joe said, now so close that his beard rasped against Nicky’s stubble. He paused for a long moment, letting his breathing sync up with Nicky’s. “Do I still tempt a priest? Are we being scandalous right now? Do I lead you astray?”

Nicky pulled back a little, just enough to let him look down at their joined hands and then up through his lashes at Joe. “Scandal is only ever a stumbling block in the path of the faithful, my love. But perhaps after all this time, I am the one who has not learned to walk that path correctly.” He bit at his lower lip, making a show of letting it run through sharp teeth. “You might have to… instruct me.”

Andy cackled.

“You magnificent shit,” Joe breathed, delighted.

“How has it been twenty minutes already?” asked Nile.

“Are we allowed to take our shirts off?” Joe asked without looking away from Nicky. He waggled his eyebrows. Nicky snickered.

“Nope,” Andy said refilling her coffee cup.

“Oh my god,” said Nile in hollow tones.

“Ah,” Joe said, very earnestly to Nicky, “the judges believe I have a hotness advantage, Niccolò.”

“I would say that you have the thirst advantage,” Nicky said mildly.

“I am definitely thirsty,” Joe said.

“You are free to drink from my lips at any time, my love,” Nicky said.

“If they start composing poetry to one another,” Nile said, turning to Andy, “it’s on you.”

Andy’s eyes lit up with a spark of mischief. “Oh there’s an idea for the next time. A rap battle!”

Nile buried her head in her hands.

“Do not scoff, Nile,” Nicky said loyally. “My Joe could surely master this rapping skill if he put his mind to it. He is very talented, you know.”

Why this was the moment in particular that broke Joe’s resolve, who could say—only Joe knew, and he was too busy kissing Nicky—ardently, fiercely, Nicky’s cheeks cradled in his hands—to explain.

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Clinging for (Emotional) Support

Prefect needs a bit of a break after a stressful day, so they seek out their favorite person...

Reader is gender neutral, referred to as Prefect or Y/N

Warnings!:

These are just my headcanons!

Light swearing (I just put this as a warning on everything cause I absentmindedly do it…)

Tags: Fluff, romantic or platonic (perceive it whichever way you'd like to), hugs and cuddles, comfort

Heartslabyul; Savanaclaw; Octavinelle, Scarabia; Pomefiore; Ignihyde; Diasomnia (you’re here :3)

Intro:

You’ve had a bad day, well, a worse one than usual, and you feel like you’re on the verge of crashing out. So, you go to one of your favorite people and you cling to them for some emotional support, not doing anything else besides holding on for dear life and nuzzling your face into their chest or shoulder, not providing one bit of information as to why you’re even doing this. But, don’t worry, they care for you a lot, maybe more so than they let on <3

Kalim ☀️:

Heyyyy! Look, one of his favorite people are coming to him and…wait, you don’t seem like yourself here. Now, Kalim is no stranger in having to cheer people up, he has like over 30 younger siblings so I bet he’s done it multiple times

Yes, yes, he is ignorant to most things, not being able to take a hint or know when to say stuff or when not to say stuff, but you’re coming to him looking all distressed, so he can at least acknowledge that

He’ll wrap his arms back around you and your mood will affect his. He’s not smiling again until you smile

“Prefect…what’s wrong? Why aren’t you smiling? Cmon…your smile is pretty like the sun! Bright and warm!”

He’ll try his best, hugging you right back and continuing to question what’s wrong, he’ll go as far as trying to buy you stuff

Please stop him

Like actually stop him, it’ll also save Jamil in the process from having to add more shit to the treasury…

“Mmmm…I’ll hug you as long as you need, just smile again. Be happy. You know you can always talk to me. I may not know what to do or say exactly, but I’ll do everything to make you happy again.”

Jamil 🐍:

He doesn’t have that much free time, you know him, so when you come to him with that defeated expression on your face, and then continue to just glue yourself to him, he’s confused and a little baffled. He has shit to do and yet here you are…

He’s used to taking care of his own problems, so excuse him for thinking you’re helpless in the moment :)

He does care, he truly does, but he shows it in his own special way

“Ah…what’s wrong? I can’t have you clinging to me like this, Prefect…I have things to do, please…”

He’s not the type to cuddle, but like some of the other guys, talk to him if you feel like it, and just as long as he can shake you off in a few minutes so he can go back to doing whatever, then it’ll be good for both sides

“You can always talk to me, I’m not against the idea. Just know I may not give the advice you’d want to hear, more so the advice you’d need to hear…sorry, share what’s on your mind, I guess I have a few minutes…”

Vil 🪞:

Lifts his arms away from you quickly and he looks at you with a baffled gaze

Again with being busy, he’s like always busy, and he has an image to keep up, but I guess you don’t really care about that right now, clearly. He’ll humor you for now, but no longer than a few more seconds or he’ll push you off…but, oh…

Alright then, this is…new from you, you’re constricting grip around his waist, but it’s obvious you’re not exactly how you usually are so he’ll pry and get to know what’s going on

“Spudling…what’s the meaning of this? I’m genuinely asking, not to be rude. Do speak about why you’re doing this…”

His arms will eventually rest around you, he’s not that mean y’all. His embrace is elegant and considerably grounding, like he knows exactly the type of comfort you needed at the moment

He’ll try and get you to talk about it as well, it’s a betterment to the mind to talk about problems, and to help the mind fully decompress from stress

“Sweet potato…I have a few minutes to spare, so let’s talk about whatever the matter is with you. I listen well and I can provide suitable advice if that’s what you’re looking for. Smile again, a joyful and happy smile can instantly turn anyways day around…”

Rook 🏹:

Ah? Trickster coming to say hello? Or not…he’ll be surprised but he won’t push you away. This is a beautiful way of expressing gratitude for someone so he’s all in. It’s quite beautiful how expressive and up front you are with your affection!

Then he’ll notice you’re not ok (pretend to notice, he knew the whole time…he kinda seen how your day went…don’t ask questions about how he knows :3) and he’ll wrap his arms back around you

Be ready for a damn mantra on this little display your putting on

“What’s this? Mon Trickster, what is with that look? Ne regarde pas si bas…lighten up!”

Talk to him about it, he does grand gestures and words, so he’ll stay with you until you let go first. Just know he’ll always have open arms for you whenever you’re feeling down

“As a hunter I just be accustomed to the emotions of others…they are de toute beauté! You are no exception, Trickster, for your smiles is as radiant as the sun at its highest peak when you are at your best! My arms are forever open if you shall need assistance, you are simply beautiful when happy.”

Epel 🍎:

You spoked him a bit, also, ew, get off of him…or wait, he might not mind it, cause like, he’s being relied on for once, and it’s you that’s doing it so, he’ll let it slide, especially cause you don’t look to hot at the moment

He can help, always, you know him, duh! So what’s up then? If he can read the situation right, you look pretty stressed so there’s that

“Hey! What’re you doin!? Erm, sorry I didn’t…you ok? No? Aright then, what’s s’matter with ya, you’re clinging awfully tight…”

With a small grumble he’ll hug you back, but very lightly, like he’s embarrassed almost, and he is, but he’s helping you out so…he guesses it’s ok

Talk about something to make it less awkward for him. He’s a good listener but he’ll probably just respond with a few hums or nods here and there

He means well

“So…I just wanna know what holding on does…you could talk with abaut things— aye! Ok, don’t gotta squeeze tighter, calm on down…yeesh, but, hey…it’ll be ok, like I said, you can always rely on me! I ain’t strong for nothing!”

Idia 🎮:

If yall expect me to be nice…

Screams, then goes quiet

He wishes he can shrivel up cause like what the hell are you doing? And more importantly, how’d you get in his room? Did ortho let you in? He had to have a talk with him…

He’s already kinda scared and he just watches as you hug him tighter like he’s not just sitting here basically dying now out of embarrassment, thanks, Prefect

“AHHHH! Prefect! What are you! Hey!!!!

But you do kinda seem stressed, and he does the same with like his pillow or what not when he’s not feeling 100%, so he gets it in a way

Just don’t make it any more awkward than it needs to be. You can ramble to him but he might not answer back that much or try and help, probably on his phone or PC…maybe if he gets comfortable enough he’ll absentmindedly rest his arms around you

“I don’t know why you chose me…but I dunno…what do people say? It’ll be ok? Yea…it’ll be ok…I guess. Don’t surprise me again like this…heh heh.”

Ortho (Strictly Platonic) 🤖:

Hiya! You’re hugging him, how sweet! He’ll giggle and hug you back, and he’ll also do a little scan because his sensors detected an unbalance in hormones specifically targeted towards stress levels…

Now he’s a bit worried due to the data he got off you, so he’ll get your input

“Prefect! What’s wrong? My scans show an imbalance…are you stressed? What happened?”

Now he’s searching up what he can do to make you feel better, he’s got a lot of answers now so he’s gonna do his best to make his friend better!

“It says here that if you discuss what’s really bugging you it can help to lower levels of stress! Also we can try other methods if you’d like!”

Malleus 🐉:

Hmmm? What’s this? Quite peculiar of you, and it’s you so he’s ok with it, anyone else most likely wouldn’t have even gotten the chance…just be lucky Sebek isn’t around

He’s just intrigued in general, it’s interesting you’re doing this, truly! He can’t really tell the difference in your emotions, just confused as to why your clinging to him, though he’ll finally question it when you won’t let go

“Child of man? What is the meaning behind this? I’m not mad, no, just curious as to why you’ve come to me. Is something the matter that you need me to help?”

He’ll wrap his arms back around you, of course, just tell him what’s going on or he’ll start to assume things and maybe the weather will start to look a bit dreary due to that…

He has all the time in the world for you, stay with him as long as you need, and if you need any further support, he’s here to provide only the best for you

You are important, after all

“What emotions are being rather troublesome for you today, Child of man? I only wish to know so I can properly define what happens to plague you with this negative onset…do pray tell, for if you are to be happy again, everyone shall be in rather high spirits. I know for certain if your mood is sullied then it indirectly affects mine…smile, Child of man.”

Lilia 🧚‍♀️:

The younger generations just seem to be getting more and more bold with each passing day apparently! How cute of you to be doing this, you can’t possibly try to be out-cuteing him…oh, no, you’re actually not

Well…he’s gonna put on his parental side here, he knows what to do, kinda, even if his methods may be a little unorthodox but, hey, thought that counts?

“My, my! Oh, what’s wrong, hmmmm? Might I add you’re absolutely adorable at the moment? Share with me your problems, deary…”

Hugs you back tight, and his hugs don’t feel fleeting, they feel nice and warm, like home almost

If you don’t talk about what’s going on, he’ll assume you don’t want to, so he’ll improvise and start telling stories of the past, a distraction method. If you give him the chance he’ll rant for a bit, but if it helps clear your mind up and take it off of whatever is bothering you, then that’s the intended effect

“Back when I was a lad, my mother used to sing songs to me when I was feeling down…I do sing rather well, but I feel stories are more appropriate for the moment— oh, speaking of stories, a hundred or some years ago a bard traveled though and shared some interesting stories, Malleus was so little back then, no more than 17 I could guess…how time flies! Oh, speaking of time—“

Silver ⚔️:

He’s caught off guard at first. He has to take a moment to actually process what’s going on before he can even respond

He’s confused still, even after noting how tightly you’re holding on, well now he’s a bit concerned cause what is this for? Are you hurt? Is someone coming after you? Are you being stalked? His mind kinda instantly goes to those scenarios…he’ll obviously ask what’s going up

“Prefect? What’s…going on? Are you in danger at all— ok, no…then what’s the…I don’t get it.”

He’ll hug you back, albeit still judging the entire situation, but he’s got you

He won’t really say much, but he’ll listen. Just try and talk about what’s going on because this is kinda nice for him…damn, he’s feeling a bit sleepy now, he’ll just close his eyes and listen—

“Mmm…mhmmm, I see…you can come to me if you’d ever need help…so…yea…just come to me…this is nice…”

Sebek ⚡️:

Bro let’s out a loud yelp and tries to get away from you, he’ll start spouting nonsense about how this isn’t acceptable behavior from you, ignoring why you’re actually “bugging” him in the first place. He doesn’t really care at first…

After you won’t give up with your ministrations of holding on, he’ll give up on trying to get rid of you

Just like Silver, he’ll suspect the reason for you doing this is because you’re in some danger of sorts because you definitely don’t normally do this…

“Human! What is this! Human! Unhand me this instant! I— …are you in danger perhaps? Where is the threat? I shall protect you.”

There’s no threat so he’s even more confused, tell him, though he still might not understand the reason for clinging to him

He’s more so a man of his words, so discuss the subject of your mental health and he could possibly help

He’s…always here for you, so don’t worry. Any close friends of Malleus are important, and that’s totally the only reason he cares, definitely not click bait, yea no

“Human…are topics on your mind troubling you? Speak freely about them, I don’t mind one bit. Mental health is just as important as physical health, and in due time if you share these bothersome thoughts I can guarantee you’ll be in better shape again…”

That’s it? I hope so…I kinda like…gave up, SORRY I LOVE POSTING FOR Y’ALL BUT ITS LIKE I HAVE MOTIVATION FOR LIKE AN HOUR AND IM LIKE “nah, I don’t wanna do this,” THEN I FORCE MYSELF…I’m ok yall <3

Thanks for reading this hot mess either way

(Also does anybody else struggle to write for Silver or is that like a me thing cause I suck, so I apologize!)

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When You Start Getting Distant Because You’re in a Relationship | Maknae Line

ᑉ³pairing; Friend! OT8 x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Headcannon, angst

ᑉ³warnings; none I think!

ᑉ³authors note; You guys seemed to like the hyung line! Here is the Maknae Version Hyung Line

╰┈➤ Han

Tries to act like nothing’s wrong, but it’s so obvious something is. He still jokes around, still sends you funny messages—but there’s hesitation now, a nervousness in his texts that wasn’t there before.

Overthinks everything. Did he say something weird? Is he being annoying? Are you ignoring him on purpose? His brain runs in circles, making up worst-case scenarios.

Writes songs about it. Instead of telling you how he feels, he pours it all into lyrics....verses full of confessions, frustration, and so much longing.

Tries to distract himself with food and games, but nothing feels the same. Even his favorite snacks taste bland when you’re not there to steal a bite. His high scores don’t feel like victories when you’re not there to celebrate.

Gets weirdly competitive with your S/O—even if they don’t know it. If they post a funny joke, he has to post something funnier. If they do something romantic, he mutters, “I could’ve done it better.”

Has a hard time Dealing with his emotions. Emotions and Han Jisung don’t mix well...so it explodes out of him all at once.

"You’re really just gonna leave me behind like this?"

The words come out sharper than he intended, but he can’t stop them. His usual playfulness is gone.

"I mean, seriously—what happened? One second, we’re fine, and the next, I barely exist to you."

He lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You don’t text first anymore. You cancel plans. And every time I try to talk to you, it’s like you’re already halfway out the door."

You try to explain, but he just throws his hands up.

"I get it, okay? You have someone now. But did that mean I had to lose you completely?"

His voice is quieter now, but his eyes, usually so full of light, are clouded with something else.

"I was supposed to be that person."

His throat bobs as he swallows hard.

"You think I didn’t notice? The way I felt whenever you were around? The way I’d drop everything just to see you smile?" He laughs bitterly. "I knew it before I even admitted it to myself."

Then, finally, his voice barely above a whisper—

"But I guess I was too late, huh?"

And for once, Jisung has no joke to cover up the pain.

╰┈➤ Felix

Tries to be supportive, even when it hurts. He forces a smile, tells you he’s happy for you, and pretends like his heart isn’t sinking every time you mention your S/O.

Still checks up on you, even if you don’t check up on him. Sends you little “Did you eat?” or “Get home safe” texts, even when you stop replying as fast as you used to.

Bakes way too much. His kitchen turns into an emotional war zone....cookies, brownies, cakes, anything to keep himself busy. But no matter how many sweets he makes, nothing takes away the bitter feeling in his chest.

Tries to keep up his usual affection, but it feels… different. He hesitates before reaching for a hug, pulls away too quickly, laughs a little softer when you ruffle his hair.

Plays video games as an escape. But even when he wins, it doesn’t feel as satisfying when you’re not there to celebrate with him.

Finally breaks when he realizes you’re truly slipping away. He wanted to be patient, wanted to be the good friend, but that didnt go as planned.

"You don’t need me anymore, do you?"

Felix’s voice is quiet, almost trembling, but his eyes are locked onto yours...searching, begging for an answer he’s afraid to hear.

"I mean… I get it," he laughs weakly, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. "You have someone now. You’re happy. That’s all I ever wanted."

He pauses, swallows hard.

"But… was I ever that important to you?"

Your breath catches, and he takes a shaky step back, hands clenching at his sides.

"Because it doesn’t feel like it anymore." His voice wavers, his deep tone softer than ever. "I’m still here, you know? I still—" He stops himself, letting out a quiet sigh.

Then, almost too soft to hear—

"I still love you."

It’s out before he can take it back, and when he sees your eyes widen, he lets out a small, sad chuckle.

"I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was enough just to be near you. But then you started pulling away, and suddenly, I wasn’t even part of your life anymore."

His voice cracks, and he shakes his head, looking down.

"I should’ve told you sooner, shouldn’t I?"

When he looks back up, his usual warmth is dimmer.

"But it’s too late now, isn’t it?"

╰┈➤ Seungmin

Acts like he doesn’t care—but oh, he cares. His usual teasing gets a little sharper, his sarcasm a little more pointed. He pretends everything is normal, but his eyes tell a different story.

Stops reaching out first. If you want to talk to him, you can text him. (Except he still waits for your messages, still checks his phone way too often, still hopes.)

Gets quieter around you. Normally, he always has a witty remark, a playful jab...but now, there are more pauses, more silences that stretch a little too long.

Starts staying late at practice, distracting himself with work. If he can’t talk to you, he’ll at least be productive about it.

Refuses to admit he’s jealous, even when it’s painfully obvious. If someone points it out, he scoffs, “Jealous? Of what? Please.” (Meanwhile, his grip on his water bottle tightens.)

Finally breaks when he catches you actively avoiding him. He was fine with being second place.....until he realizes he’s not even in the running anymore.

"Are you serious?"

Seungmin’s voice is steady.....too steady. He stares at you, his expression unreadable, but there’s something burning behind his eyes.

"So this is how it is now?" He lets out a short, humorless laugh. "You don’t even bother pretending anymore, huh?"

You shift uncomfortably, and he shakes his head, jaw clenching.

"You didn’t even notice, did you?" His tone is sharp, but there’s something underneath it...something fragile, something aching.

"I stopped texting first. I stopped calling. I stopped everything just to see if you’d even care. And guess what?" He exhales sharply, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

"You didn’t."

The words hang in the air, heavier than either of you expected.

For a second, he looks like he wants to stop himself. Like he wants to shove the words back down. But then he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Do you even know how stupid I feel?" His voice drops lower, quieter. "Standing here, saying all this, when I already know how it ends?"

Then, almost as if the confession is being dragged out of him—

"I liked you, you know."

A bitter smile tugs at his lips.

"Maybe I still do."

His fingers curl into fists at his sides, but his voice stays painfully steady.

"But I’m not going to beg for your attention."

With one last glance...one that lingers just a second too long...he steps back.

"So if you’re going to keep pushing me away, then fine. I’ll stop trying."

╰┈➤ Jeongin

Tries to play it cool but completely fails. He acts like everything is fine, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore.

Laughs less around you. Normally, he lights up when you’re near, but now, his laughter feels forced...like he’s just going through the motions.

Overthinks everything. Did he do something wrong? Did he annoy you? Or are you just done with him? His thoughts spiral, but he never asks, too scared of the answer.

Becomes awkwardly formal. Where he used to call you cute nicknames or casually tease you, now it’s just “Oh, hey,” and “Yeah, sure.” Like he’s putting up a wall between you.

Starts avoiding you, even though you’re the one pulling away. If you don’t need him, maybe it’s better if he keeps his distance too. But it hurts more than he thought it would.

He sees you with your S/O and realizes he’s not the person you run to anymore. He wasn’t going to say anything, but his heart doesn’t listen.

"Do you even miss me?"

The question slips out before Jeongin can stop it, and when you turn to look at him, his lips press together like he already regrets saying it.

"Because it really doesn’t feel like you do."

His voice is soft, but there’s a rawness to it....like he’s been holding this in for way too long.

"I get it," he says, forcing a smile. "You’re happy. You have someone now. But..." His voice trails off, and he lets out a small, bitter laugh. "I guess I just didn’t think I’d lose you completely."

You start to say something, but he shakes his head.

"I used to be the one you told everything to. The one who could make you laugh even on your worst days." He swallows hard, voice growing quieter. "Now, I’m just someone you used to be close with, huh?"

He looks away, hands shoved in his pockets like he’s trying to keep himself together.

"I really liked you, you know."

The confession is barely above a whisper, like he doesn’t even want to hear himself say it.

"But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore, does it?"

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All this time

James potter x fem!reader who have been oblivious to each others feelings ✩ 1.2k words

cw; Idiots in love, mutual pining, fluff

an; first james fic!! my requests are open

If the mark of a smart man was knowing when he was defeated, then James Potter was the smartest man on earth. When it came to you he was utterly defeated, no matter how much he tried to deny it. 

‘Oi Prongs! Stop staring at the poor girl, you'll scare her off.’ Sirius teases stopping the trance James seemed to be in. He would like it noted he wasn’t staring, he was gazing. It sounds much more romantic that way he thought.

A rough, but familiar arm drapes over his shoulders as James turns to reply only to be met with Sirius’ knowing smirk, taunting him. He’s never been able to hide from or lie to Sirius. 

‘Oh god, I’m fucked.’ James moans, putting his head in his hands to avoid Sirius’ laugh.

‘You need to pull yourself together, mate. This is embarrassing even for you.’ A hard slap on the back and Sirius slinks away back to Remus’ lap. A part of him wishes it was Remus that caught him, at least he gives some advice before walking away laughing.

He glances over at the boys, only to be met with Remus’ encouraging nod towards you which he promptly ignores.

Before he was caught, James was observing you standing in the kitchen of Sirius and Remus’ flat talking to Lily and Marlene, you’d all sat down for the first time in forever to eat a good meal, have a drink and catch up with each other. He’s surrounded by all the people he loves, and yet when he thinks of who he wants the attention of his head just says; you, you, you. 

For a while James tried flirting with you, but you never reciprocated or seemed to take notice of it, so the only thing James can think is that you really don’t like him and that you might even find him bothersome. He's okay with fancying you from afar now, he's used to it.

He perks up again when he hears the sound of your laughter, looking up he sees Lily whispering something in your ear and the next thing he knows you’re looking directly at him. Oh shit. He's been caught and you’re going to think he's terribly creepy and never talk to him again. Oh fuck. 

He looks back down at the beer in his hand, as he tries to get the blush painting his cheeks under control. The next thing he knows there's a gentle hand tapping his shoulder, and looking up he sees the wonderful angel of a girl, you, who is surely here to let him down gently. You’re too kind to be mean about his obvious pining, he thinks.

‘Can we go have a chat?’ you say in the sweet tone you always seem to have.

He nods, trying to act casual, his heart clenching. This was it, he could already picture the awkward, pitying look in your eyes as you explained how sorry you were that you didn't return his feelings.

He stands up, forcing a smile, and follows you into the other room, not before sending a pleading glance at Sirius to be saved. You turn to face him, your expression unreadable. You seem fidgety, almost nervous?

‘So,’ you start, voice a little hesitant. ‘Lily said something earlier and I thought it was a joke, but she said I should ask you about it.’

‘Oh, what did she say?’ His voice was shaking with nerves.

You shift your weight on your feet, biting your lip. “It was about… you, actually. And me.”

"Oh." He nods, gaze pinned on the wall unwilling to meet your eyes. "Right. Okay." James is begging for you to get this over with, in his head.

You hesitate for a moment, and James looks up to find you watching him intently, your eyes searching his. ‘She said that you fancy me? And I wanted to know if it was true or if she’s just teasing me.’

‘Why would she be teasing you about that?’ James can't help but think this must be a joke at his expense and he definitely doesn't like this one.

‘Well… i think it's quite obvious that i've fancied you forever James.’ 

James feels like the floor drops out from under him. His brain stops processing, and for a few seconds, he’s sure he’s just imagining it. He opens his mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. He’s sure this is a joke, a cruel one at that. His brain catches up and he remembers that you wouldn't be so cruel, neither would any of his friends in the other room. 

‘You... you do?’ he finally manages, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud might break whatever spell has been cast on the moment.

You nod, a soft awkward smile tugging at your lips, and he swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest. ‘Yeah... I don’t know, you’re just so kind and sweet and pretty.’ You sigh, running a hand through your hair, clearly frustrated with yourself.

James realises all at once that he has been so incredibly wrong, so blind, this is ridiculous. 

He can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him, but as soon as he sees the look on your face—your eyes wide, a little hurt, and confused—he immediately regrets it.

‘Wait, no, that’s not what I meant,’ he stammers, his hands instinctively reaching for your shoulders, his fingers brushing the soft fabric of your shirt. ‘I didn’t mean to laugh like that. I just... I can’t believe it, that’s all. I’ve been such an idiot. I like you too. A lot. You never seem to like it when I try to flirt with you.’

You bite your lip, nodding, but James can see the hesitation in your eyes. He feels a pang of guilt, wishing he could take back the stupid laugh.

‘I—I just thought you’d never notice me like that. I’m always so... all over the place, and I thought maybe you thought I was annoying or... I don’t know,’ his voice drops and he sounds unsure of himself now, so different to the James Potter you know.

‘James’ you whisper, your hand gently covering his, the warmth of your skin grounding him. ‘I never thought you were annoying. I thought you were... funny and smart and so kind. I just didn’t know how to—well, I thought you were just joking around with me. I didn’t want to make things weird if that's all it was.’

He takes a step closer, moving one hand from your shoulder to your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the stray hair there. ‘I can’t believe this. You’ve liked me all this time?’ He repeats, still in disbelief.

You nod slowly, and it’s like the weight of everything you’ve both been avoiding comes crashing down on him. The relief that floods through his chest is almost overwhelming. He looks at you with all the adoration he's been trying to hide these past few months.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he whispers, those words only meant for your ears. Your gaze softens as you step closer to him, tilting your chin up, inviting.

‘Yes please.’

[ecstarry]

"One Day" situationship prongsfoot // @del-stars @star4daisy @v7lgar

“I think I’m lost,” James said, frustrated.

They had been going in circles for an hour, saying the same fucking thing but never quite understanding each other’s points.

“It’s not like you can have the 'Talk' while you’re still figuring things out—”

James opened his mouth to argue, but Sirius immediately pointed a scolding finger at him. Mockingly, James zipped his lips and nodded for him to continue, which only pissed Sirius off more.

“I know this might be hard for James Loverboy Potter to understand, but there is such a thing as too soon.” Sirius shot him a pointed look. “So, in the meantime, it’s a situationship.”

“Can I talk now?”

Sirius leaned in closer, retracing the path James had just followed to unzip his lips. “Yeah, go ahead.”

The smugness on James’ face washed away immediately. “Just because you’re figuring things out doesn’t mean you’re in a situationship.”

James didn’t pull back, and neither did Sirius. James shifted on the couch, trying to shake off the weird energy—or whatever it was that kept happening when they got too close.

Sirius carried on as if nothing had changed. “I don’t know. Sometimes you just aren’t sure what you want yet.”

“Then why not say that? That way, both people are on the same page about where they stand.”

They both leaned back, their heads resting against the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“Just because it doesn’t work for you doesn’t mean it won’t work for other people,” Sirius insisted.

James bumped his elbow against Sirius’ in silent demand for an example.

“Barty and Evan are—”

“No.” James quickly interrupted, sitting up straighter. Sirius followed. “Whatever they have going on should never be used as an example when talking about relationships.”

“Fair.”

“You can just say you’re seeing someone.”

“That’s so fucking vague,” Sirius argued.

“And situationship isn’t?” James countered.

“A situationship doesn’t have to be romantic—it can just be about sex.”

“Oh.”

He didn’t say more, afraid his voice would break.

James hated it. He told himself he just hated disagreeing with Pads—that it had nothing to do with the other night. Or with what happened during summer break. Or winter break.

Or with how badly he wanted it to keep happening. Again and again.

“What?” Sirius asked.

“I just didn’t know you saw it that way.” James closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold back tears.

He felt Sirius move closer—he knew even before Sirius’ hand reached his, before the fabric of his clothes made a single sound. He knew. James always knew when Sirius was near.

“Jamie.”

“Mhm?” Barely a sound left James’ lips.

“What are we talking about?”

“I don’t know,” James mumbled, finally opening his eyes, knowing he would find Sirius’ gaze already fixed on him.

“What ar—?”

Sirius gently took his hand and squeezed it. “Can we not talk about it anymore?”

“Yeah.”

Maybe one day, they could.

[lordfancy]

My quick take on ShadowVanilla

(not a negative post/ask me anything)

This is kind of random, but I can’t stop thinking about the dynamic between Shadow Milk Cookie and Pure Vanilla because I do honestly really enjoy it. Also, this is mostly just my opinion, so please bear with me.

Overall, I don’t ship them. No matter how much I think about it, I just can’t see them in a romantic relationship.

However, I really love the idea of them having a strong, loving friendship instead. There’s still care and compassion between them, but in a way that feels more natural rather than romantic.

I think another reason I’m not the biggest fan of the romantic ship is that I’ve seen their pairing and dialogue reduced to nothing but "really gay yaoi," which is kind of upsetting. It feels like their dynamic gets dumbed down to that; but I’m not saying all shippers are like that, of course.

Most importantly though, I don’t have anything against anyone who does ship them I’ve just had trouble finding more content that focuses on their platonic bond.

Honestly, I’d love for anyone to ask me questions or just talk to me about this because, overall, I think ship wars are childish, unless someone’s shipping something borderline illegal, you know? I like understanding different perspectives, even if we don’t see eye to eye. Just because someone likes cheeseburgers doesn’t mean you have to hate them cause you don’t like cheeseburgers.

But yeah, that’s all my rambling. Feel free to drop your opinion I’d love to hear other people’s takes on this from both perspectives 🙇‍♂️🙏

[nmhdreamscape]

persistence is key ✧ l.mk (valentine's day series)

pairing | non-idol!mark x fem!reader

content | friends to ???, sorta angsty, fluff-ish, reader is insecure

word count | 804

request | mark + 15

notes | i don't know how i feel about this one, sorry if it's a little disjointed my brain is still set to academic writing mode 🫠

as you sat in the overly-decorated café you have chosen for the day, one thing was clear to you, you were not in the mood for valentine’s day this year. sure, you had been single during valentine’s day before, but this year was a little different. a little over a month ago you had been dumped, almost two years of your life down the drain. it had been a long time coming, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

cue mark and his goofy smile and unrelenting charm. you had met him through a friend toward the end of your relationship, mark always offering to be the one to listen to you talk about your relationship problems. you probably should have questioned his intent behind listening to you complain about your now ex-boyfriend. but that was far from the forefront of your mind when the break-up finally came, thoughts consumed with sadness and ice cream more than anything. 

now that you were single, it had become crystal clear where mark’s willingness to listen to you had come from. a crush, on you. you don’t know how you hadn’t noticed it before, but you were sure as hell anyone from a mile away could see it now. occasional possibly flirtatious comments had turned into blatant fawning. him sometimes picking you up a coffee when you met up had turned into a barrage of gifts you were struggling to keep track of. you just couldn’t take it all seriously, writing it off as a fleeting infatuation, not something serious.

he was persistent, you would give him that. but you just weren’t ready to go diving back into another relationship. and you had made that clear to mark when you had finally picked up on the shameless signals he was sending your way, expecting all the seriousness to drive him away. instead he would brush it off with a joke, still seeming to pop up at the most random of times, a silly pick-up line ready to use on you.

you just couldn’t wrap your head around why he was still sticking around when a romantic relationship was off the table. how had he not become disinterested? he’s extremely good-looking with a personality that would make any girl swoon, he could have any girl he wanted. and yet time after time he came back to you. 

which is why, even as he approached you with an egregious looking bouquet and that goofy smile he always seemed to wear around you on his face, you couldn’t seem to find it in you to be mad at him.

“12 roses? on valentine’s day? could you get any more cliché?” you mocked, putting down the book you head been reading to accept mark’s gift. he watched as you looked over the flowers, a small smile forming on your lips. he went ahead and sat down in the seat across from you.

“don’t act like that isn’t a romance novel you’re holding.” mark teased back, snatching the book from where you had put it down on the table to have a look. a feeling of guilt began to settle in your stomach. he should be doing all this for someone else, someone who’s emotionally available, someone who actually deserves it. 

“look mark, the flirting and the gifts and everything are super sweet and all, but that doesn’t change the fact i’m just not ready to be in a relationship right now.” you reiterated, the feeling over guilt worsening as your eyes shifted to all the happy couples around you. and yet despite this, mark’s smile never faltered, still looking at you as lovingly as he always did. he reached over to grab your hands to calm your nerves, knowing you only fidgeted with them when you were really nervous. 

“i know that. but i will never stop fighting for you. i’m not giving up on us. you’re worth waiting for.” it was like he was peering directly into your soul when uttering those words, fingers interlacing with yours. you had discussed this before, but he had always seemed to take the joking, flirty way out. this instead was genuine, reassuring, a side of him you hadn’t seen yet. it was as though he could hear the doubts swirling around in your head and knew just how to quell them. 

the charming, flirty mark was someone you could have seen yourself liking. this mark however, that was someone you could see yourself falling in love with, and you were starting to become a little more okay with the idea of that.

“keep talking like that, and maybe your wait will end sooner rather than later.” you smiled, finally meeting his gaze. his eyes widened at this, ears turning red at your suggestion. maybe valentine’s day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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[michdoodles]

Ok so I hardly ever reblog my own art BUT I have to express that I’m so glad this rather low effort comic about one of my AUs has received such positive attention and also that it’s made people feel seen and that they can relate to something. I personally hadn’t considered this Shadow to be aroace but after at least two reblogs expressing this idea, the wheels in my head started turning because yes, I considered him asexual but I hadn’t figured out where exactly under the asexual umbrella he was sitting. So this led me to research a little more and eventually I got my answer: he could totally be aroace and still feel some romantic inclination so I still have to finish his ref sheet and map out his sexuality but yes, peaceful au Shadow is now definitely on the aroace spectrum :)

I got a reply expressing loving that Shadow gave Rouge away at her wedding and thank you soooo much, I’m sorry I didn’t respond back. I’m so awkward about talking to total strangers and worse with doing it online. I’m trying to get better tho lol. But yes! I love the team dark dynamic and I love Shadow and Rouge being besties, even adopted family, and Rouge is an orphan in my au so yes, she asked Shadow to walk her down the aisle and he did her the favor even if he did not totally agree with it. Sega, let these guys be found family please. Please. Half your characters are orphan coded if not explicitly stated to be, let them be each other’s family if you’re not going to give them any. Sorry, went a little off topic there but I really did appreciate the reply! Thank you ❤️

Also, I don’t think anybody noticed or if they did they didn’t care much lol but I realized a while back that I drew Lanolin here without her fluffy bangs. I’m so sorry, Lanolin, this is what happens when I draw new characters from memory. Let’s just say there was an incident involving Tangle and some bubblegum lol

came up with this comic like last month but it wasn't until last night that I actually started coloring the characters and today I decided to finish it cuz I've been in a lousy mood today (one year anniversary of my last dog's death plus frustration with my own life and the sims 4) and needed a pick-me-up so I played Believe in Myself a couple times and worked on this. And then hearing "everybody tries to be straight" at the beginning of Throw It All Away made me wanna laugh like it always does so yeah. This comic reads top to bottom within each column and describes very briefly Shadow's personal life/orientation in peaceful au up until the birth of twins Dusk and Twilight

[sillysalmonn101]

To be honest, I preferred shipping in season one of arcane far more than season two.

I like Timebomb, I really do, but season two did it poorly. We never see Ekko actually talk Jinx down from suicide. We’re never given a real reason why Ekko should forgive Jinx for killing his friends and the firelights. We’re never given any indication at all — up until the finale — that Jinx (or powder) liked him at all in a romantic fashion — no, the art book doesn’t count. I’m glad that Timebomb was acknowledged, but it didn’t feel meaningful because there was no substance to their relationship.

I didn’t even really like Caitvi in season one — I thought it was rushed but it had very real potential to be a good pairing. The problem is that literally everything that made Caitvi good was stripped of them in season two. I’ve already beaten the dead horse enough, there are probably dozens of posts on my account about why season two Caitlyn and Caitvi didn’t work; but I honestly didn’t hate it in season one. At times, I actually thought it was cute.

Jayce’s entire character arc was messed up, as were Viktor and Mel’s. The relationship that the three of them had TOGETHER was almost entirely nonexistent in season two, and their separate relationships also felt skewed. Jayvik felt — to me, perhaps not to a wider audience — very quickly done and comprised nearly entirely of ineffective parallels. Jayce and Mel’s relationship was sidelined for Jayvik, and Viktor and Mel’s relationship was entirely forgotten.

The ships in season one felt believable and real. The ships in season two felt cheap, rushed, or very unhealthy — and downright abusive in some cases. I’m glad some of the ships were acknowledged in season two, but I honestly would have preferred the ambiguity of season one to the content of season two.