#and i'm just shaking my head in the bg

[youcouldbeit]

Oh she's in so much trouble when Alastor finds out.

[pinkaditty]

UGH I love love love ur Hc’s it like you literally came straight out of the game ^^ although jiro doesn’t get much time to sit down or relax in general sometimes tells me he’d like cockwarming

well yes obviously!!! this way he wouldn't have 2 move around much... ALSO TYYYYY this is the best compliment i could get in reference 2 hcs i think... like it's so good it's like i came out the game fr?!?!? amen!!!!! (hc's are here! unfinished, but being worked on)

a/n: well. im back. i know what i said but... i needed 2 write. the worms are inescapable... im working on a romance fic (sho haizono x reader) in the bg bc I need 2 post something fluffy... just this once... ANYWAYS this is short 4 my own sanity I fear. sorry! ill write more jiro next time I promise. he was gonna be my next smut victim anyway (after haru!). also please let me know if i wrote jiro ooc... i have an odd feeling i may have gotten something wrong here.

summary: jiro's resting. you can't stay put.

cw: cockwarming! and discussion about penis length, i guess? it was funny 2 put that in there. sorry. i love human anatomy i fear it's the coolest thing ever 2 me. ALSO MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

You squirm for the hundredth time, squeezing your walls tight around Jiro's hardened length. He snaps his eyes open and looks down at you sitting in his lap. You can't tell if he's disappointed, tired, or neutral. The only signs he's enjoying himself are his clouded gaze, wavering expression, and cherry red blush across his cheeks. You didn't understand how he was "relaxing" like this, but somehow he made it work. He sighs, a small smile tugging his lips upwards. He reaches for your back and pulls you into his chest, and you shiver from feeling him twitch inside you. "You really should relax." His low voice is as expressionless as ever and masterfully hides the arousal he feels, the evidence of which is plastered all over his face.

"You're... A bit too long for that, Jiro." You try to say it jokingly, but your words are overshadowed by your groan as you try to settle yourself, only to end up spearing yourself further on his impressive length. He's silent for a moment before he strokes your back gently, as though apologizing. You ramble on. "I mean, I knew it was rumored that taller guys had longer dicks, but I didn't know that it was actually true—"

"It's not." Jiro pauses his hand movements, looking down at you again. "It's an unreliable method to use one's height alone to determine length, and the correlation that has been found is too weak to assume accuracy." His smile had faded at some point, returning to his usual stoic expression. His blush has not faded, however, and his pupils were blown wide.

"Okay..." You hold out your words, looking up at him curiously. You pull away from his chest, suppressing a moan as he twitches inside of you again. You grip his shoulders, steadying yourself, and his hands settle on your hips. His lips part as he pants, his breathing quickening. Once the dizzy pleasure in your head fades a bit, you shake your head and look up at him. "So, I'm curious. Is there a way to predict penis length?"

Jiro looks off to the side, in thought, somehow still holding it together better than you were. His cheeks were still flushed, his lips still parted with heavy breaths, but not much past that. He wasn't even sweating, remaining calm despite buried to the hilt inside your cunt. You had to admit, it was impressive. "Yes; if I remember correctly, there's a stronger, more reliable correlation between the respective difference in lengths between your pointer and ring fingers and estimated penis length." He looks back to you, bored voice matching his expression if not for that expressive blush. "It's stronger than both height and shoe size correlation, so it's more likely for someone with a larger difference in the lengths of those fingers to have a larger size."

You hardly even think about it, lifting one of his hands from your hips as he was talking. You analyze the length of his ring finger in comparison to his pointer finger, only to find not much of a difference. You almost feel disappointed for a few moments, before Jiro's laughter shakes you out of your thoughts. He squeezes your hip tighter with his free hand, still laughing. He shakes just slightly as he laughs, causing minor friction of his length against your walls. You let go of his hand and press your palms into his shoulders, suppressing your moans. "Jiro!" You press your palms into his shoulders harder. His laughter slows to a soft chuckle, and he returns his other hand to your hip, steadying you, pressing his hips upwards into you. He huffs out a breath, a slight groan escaping his throat as he does. His eyes darken for a split second as he gazes at where your bodies connect before he lifts his gaze to you again, soft smile on his face.

"You should've seen how disappointed you'd looked." He said, breathy chuckles escaping him as he lifted one of his hands, displaying the minimal difference in length between his pointer and ring finger. "I said it was likely, not that a large difference in length would always be indicative of longer lengths. And, I have long fingers." He returned his hand to your hip again, sounding as bored as ever, but with a small smile stuck on his face.

"There ought to be an easier way to figure this out." You muse, leaning towards him slightly, careful not to cause too much friction.

"There isn't," he states flatly, looking at you with an amused expression. "The best way to predict length would be via a combination of ethnicity, height, shoe size, and the difference between lengths of the pointer and ring fingers. Studies have been tried prior simply by asking, but those values tend to be exaggerated." You notice his voice begins to waver slightly, his lips remaining parted even when he's finished talking. He swallows thickly, leaning back against the chair, gripping your hips a little tighter.

You don't bother suppressing the surge of pride that runs through you as he visibly melts under you, clearly letting the sensation of your walls clinging to his cock get to his mind. "Someone's melting," you say teasingly, pressing a finger to the center of his forehead. He blinks at you a few times, as though attempting to clear the pleasurable haze.

"You squeeze when you're focused or engaged in conversation." He speaks quickly, his breathing getting heavier. He blinks multiple times, staring down at you. "Your squeezing makes it hard to relax."

"Aw, sorry big guy." You huff out a short laugh, leaning towards him, watching his eyes as they cloud further with lust.

He sighs, as though resigning. "Have we talked enough for you to relax?" He sounded like an actual doctor, his voice flat and formal despite his seemingly hazy expression.

You nod, deciding to let him rest, as he'd wanted. He wordlessly moves one of his hands to your back, pushing you towards him. You lay against his chest again, exhaling and melting into his body as he melted into you. You look up, watching as his eyes slide shut again. He rubs gentle circles on your thigh with his thumb, keeping his palm on your hip.

You're comfortable... at least, until his cock twitches again.

a/n: jiro, at last. i am. kind of worried i wrote him a bit ooc and maybe went in too hard with my bio stuff. idk. i hope it's good regardless.

note that i enjoy likes, comments, and reblogs! please, tell me all about how you enjoyed my work!! it keeps me going!

@rottenzombrainz i believe this is ur man unless im mistaken

[kayleeeknee]

"Have we met before?'

Author's note 1: omg it's been a while I'm in love with him again specially after we saw his bg🌸🎀

Author's note 2: need him in a suit after the latest chapter 🌸🎀

Wooin Yu x FEM Reader

Reqs are still open

Part 1

Waking up you internally noted frick as you see the time on your phone. It's still early as it is Saturday you lazily went to the kitchen and made breakfast for yourself. Today's the day your going to suffer packing up things you'll need papers, clipboard, pens you name it and put it in a backpack.

Walking outside the morning light hits you,

making you squint a little. Walking to the nearest taxi to go to the location sent to you by wooin. By the looks of the location it was a bit suspicious but hey money is money you thought to yourself while showing the driver where.

A little look of concern was given to you by the taxi driver when you arrived at your destination even giving you a "stay safe" before you left. Honestly it was not that bad, sighing in relief you went in the alleyway until you stumbled into what you assume is where the crew gadders. Wooin already gave you the spare key, opening the door you were a bit shock.

It was actually not that bad sure there are some misplaced things everywhere but you can work with this. Placing your backpack on one of the chairs your soul almost left your body when you heard the front door opens. Turning your head it was just....

WOOIN???

"Phew you scared the shit out of me" you huffed. "The others will be here soon don't be nervous I assure you they don't bite....I think?" he chuckled. "What do you mean I think!?—".

CLICK

Looking towards the door a second time, you see a tall — no no a giant guy!? just entering with a small puppy he has bluish hair. "W-Wooin? Who is that..." You whispered not too sound offensive. "You should look at your face it's very pale" he snickers. " Who is this...?" The guy asked Wooin.

"Okay Okay all jokes aside she's the girl I was talking about" he answered. "Nice to meet you ermm....?" "Joker" he doesn't seem like the type to talk you mentally noted.

"I thought she was just one of the many girls you pleasure yourself with" Joker mumbled. A pang of jealousy hits you many girls? "I feel offended..." You retorted changing the atmosphere a little. "Nope she's not one of them..." He whispered to Joker.

"L-Lets change the topic anyway i need to measure all of you in your height and weight for your BMI". "What's a BMI?" Joker looked directly at you clearly confused. "Too lazy to explain just do what I'll instruct soon".

A while later two more people enter the room a tall red haired and a shorter black raven haired man. Honestly those two didn't speak that much but none the less you were just here for college money.

Whilst measuring their Height you notice how Wooin's height was taller making you a bit blush since he was just the same height as you when you were children. Even though he was the shortest among the crew he was still taller than you.

You snapped out of your flashback when someone called Wooin's phone. You caught a little glimps who it was "Hae-won". Was that his girlfriend? Friend? BSF? you were starting to feel a bit jealous. You know it's wrong but you eavesdropped on their conversation you can't really tell what's their relationship with each other

After their call you acted like nothing happened and continued to measure and solve for their BMI looking for abnormalities. They all seem alright but you can't really shake the feeling he has someone else...you want him that's why you accepted this job.....

It's a bit short but I'm still not done with my schoolworks love y'all and I'll post some bonuses soon enough

[catinasink]

this is so bad im sorry in advance

i tie my mid length undercut hair into a messy bun, and slip on my red converse. my green orbs slid towards my laptop and i opened tumblr with my little hands. i was a tumblr girl, after all. i opened the one direction tag and scrolled through it, so many stupid fanfics of girls getting sold to them. my horrible mom shouted at me from downstairs and i turned down my sad indie girl playlist to lisen to her screech: y/n! come downstaris, you piece of shit! i'm selling you.

i gulped. selling me? i knew her drinking problem was bad, but the idea that she'd sell me.... oh well. maybe i'd be happier somewhere else. maybe. i walk sownstairs as quick as i can, my dainty frame moving swiftly, carrying my favourite fanfics in paperback version.

i walked into the porch to see a car. a car conaining the three members of boygenius? a band my friend was obsessed with, though she's shut herself away recently due to her intense unrequited crush on a girl she'd has 3 conversations with. i rolled my eyes. i recognised phoebe bridgers, but the others? not so much. i only liseded to REALLY underground indie music.

the shorter one turned to me and smiled. hey. i'm jb. nice to meet you. i smiled at her. and your name is? oh, y/n. sorry. i could feel myself getting flustered. i looked past her into the car. oh, that's luce. she's my.... partner. in crime? i joked. oh, you listen to her music? no? jb looked confused. she decided not to say anything. i looked back at lucy in the car. can i sit in the passanger seat? sure.

i looked at lucy's platform heel press into the accelerator, i wished it was me in that moment. i blinked. was i.... gay now? i shook my head a little. i wasn't... gay. i liked men! i knew that. maybe i was bicurious?

we drove away to the BG mansion where they kept the other girls. jb put her tattooed hand on my thigh as we drove. what does.. why does it say hard work on your hands? what are your hands working so hard doing? and why is there a tooth on your wrist. are you one of those lesbians that are ino vampires?

she laughed at me. i was taken aback at her blunt reply. maybe i am. none of your busuness, unless you want it to be. ok. i said. be like that. jeez.

i looked back at phoebe, whose bleached blonde hair blew in the wind, making her look like a loser member of a boyband from the 2000s. i was.... kinda into it. i wanted to slap myself in the face. this could not be happening. what a crazy day; sold to a band only to have a gay awakening? they never do this in the oned fanfics, i grumbled.

she glared at me." i can;t believe i'm going to look after her while you two just flirt with everyone. i'm meant to be the one that does that. " i looked at her in surprise. she would be looking after me? i tried to stop glancing down at her shirt, which she was wearing without a bra. why were girls suddenly so much prettier? i tried to shake myself out of it, but when i tried to remember an attractive man, i found myself empty handed. wait. i had a boyfriend. what was his name? i know it started with a j....

i give up trying to remember. i'm leaving anyway. so, will anyone else be there? at the mansion, i mean. i don;t wanna get lonely!!

help???

[quinloki]

QUIN I'm so sorry to hear about your shoulder!! Shoulders/knees/wrists are always the worst you don't realize how much you move them until they're hurting.

I just woke up a bit ago so this might be a little rambley but maybe that's perfect for a distraction

FIRSTLY omg those headcanons cracked me up bc Ace/Sabo would def just be so distracted. Like Ace walking into a mast bc you took your shirt off while working bc it was hot and now he's just passed out on the ground (with Marco in the bg just laughing and shaking his head) Omg and Marco turning into a bird. That would be HILAROUS. Baby Marco was so cute and silly I can just see the tiny little bird he'd turn into. Omg you give him a hug randomly to thank him for something and bam, bird.

OKAY SO I was reading Marco stuffs last night trying to slowly push Sabo out a LITTLE bc my god was he taking up a lot of brain space and now they're just both in there UGH.

I'd say rn in my brain it's Law/Marco/Sabo/Ace and I was thinking last night it's interesting bc while Law doesn't really have anything with the other 3, there's perfect little things in an AU where he could just interact with any of the other 3 and idk man why have one when you can have more than one >> I have expanded in my brain poly with law/marco, or marco/sabo, or tbh sometimes law/marco/ace but my brain is currently considering law/sabo and I'm like hm. That is an interesting dynamic and idk how much it makes sense but I will continue to think about it.... I can't think of a good basis for them to be around eachother in an AU. Like Law/Marco tbh I read a fic on them as doctors so that got me and then the whole brother thing with Sabo/Marco but uh... hm. I will continue to think about Law/Sabo.

One more random thought that I thought while reading fanfic last night: I wanna bite Marco That man is too composed I can just see it throwing him off guard even if it doesn't leave a mark and even if he punishes the heck out afterwords (bc doing it in the middle of the ship would be the funniest, and not at all a bet with ace/izou/thatch, noooo)

Hopefully my waking up rambles can distract you from your shoulder for a bit >o< make sure to take it easy as much as possible!!

Answering this in reverse order - it was MONTHS ago but the idea of tickling/biting Marco on the deck and getting him to *Yelp* is an idea someone kicked around with me on anon. I still have the ask in my inbox because I want to sit and do a solid one-shot for it xD

So yes. Yes to all of that and especially the payback afterward >.>

Sabo/Law… I’ve seen that pairing (thank you Dressrosa for causing their paths to cross canonically)

They could be college classmates - there’s general courses overlap between degrees, and Sabo is a Lawyer in modern AUs in my mind.

(Oh gods could you see this cheesy blonde bastard straddling Law and pulling off his shirt. “Don’t worry, I have a PhD in Law, you’ll enjoy what I do to you.”

Poor Law is like I need you to fuck me until I forget you made that awful joke.)

Maybe it’s a meet cute deal if we’re talking threesome with the reader. They all frequent the same cafe.

Sabo’s already working in a firm finishing up his degree. Law’s in a similar boat with his doctorate, or already established since he’s a little older. The reader could work at the cafe, or own it, or she’s a professional dom and just likes the cafe on its own merits.

They don’t interact at the cafe but they’re aware of one another as regulars.

The club the reader works at is run by Ivankov, and Ivan’s friends with Dragon - the main name in the legal firm Sabo works at. Sabo drops by the club for legal reasons and recognizes the reader, they chat a bit.

Law’s friends end up getting him a pass for the club and he gets his world rocked by the reader in ways he wasn’t expecting. (There are promises to keep distance at the cafe.)

Sabo doesn’t have those promises and chats with her when they’re in there together (law totally gets a little jealous and doesn’t know why.)

Then an accident or wreck or something has the reader dragging Sabo into a hospital and Lo and behold who does she run into?

Law saves Sabo, and in updating the reader realizes what their status is and that’s the beginning of the three of them becoming friends and then more.

[reminiscentbelle]

anyways my judah discography ranking (i always have correct opinions) also ignore how some of them are translated titles and some of them are not 🙏

16. (dis) appeared

15. invisible man

14. ロンギング

13. meant to be

12. i can't say goodbye

11. 飛翔

10. 2 of a kind

9. 仮説

8. 狼煙

7. escalation!

6. new world

5. saiai

4. sweet devil's night

3. display

2. tsk!! tsk!!

1. my bleach

reasoning under the cut (it's just me rambling)

my bleach - now this, THIS is kgrb music and it's fucking GOOD. never hand me the aux cause i WILL play this on loop.

TSK!! TSK!! - one of his best songs there i said it. maybe it's the drums but it did smth for me. the song to feature I'VE ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT THE ULTIMATE DYSTOPIA IS INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD like it's iconic.

display - REAL MUSIC

sweet devil's night - controversial but it's Good ok. there's better song tho and the bridge (?) is straight up just not good. the chorus on the other hand nod

最爱 - don't have much to say tbh but the lyrics are so cute 😭😭 watch how hard i can cry

new world - honestly i quite like this? it's like THEE kagaribi structure and i like the melody but idk. doesn't stand out that much against better kgrb songs.

escalation! - i want them to put soma saito in the recording studio to rerecord this song bc i know he can do so much better now

狼煙 - 'don't fuck with me' nah don't fuck with ME. is this your best work? no it's not get back into the recording studio now.

仮説 - listen boyfriend stick to the boppery i don't mind not getting a song for me ok. anyways best song from judah's sad/romantic side.

2 of a kind - i like the chorus and nothing else

飛翔 - wtf am i supposed to do when i hear this come on at the concert? stand there and cry? exactly. can't even shake my ass to this song.

i can't say goodbye - BOOOO SAD JUDAH 👎👎

meant to be - this is like i can't say goodbye: the remix

ロンギング - i'm sure you've noticed a pattern abt which songs are at the bottom

invisible man - hashtag not my judah what is this song.

(dis) appeared - this 4th gen kpop bg ass music who approved this

[seitmai]

A lot of thoughts about our fav Dilf and Milf🤭

"Isn't it kind of Jake's first Father's Day, too?" you countered with a grin. When Cat sputtered instead of actually answering, you felt like you'd won this wrong of proverbial chess against a master. "It's okay... you don't have to admit it out loud, but I just know Jake is exceeding all of your expectations."

She is teasing Cat who actually knows that she's right 🤷🏻‍♀️

Just me and Jer. And then when he went away to college, I was going to start collecting exotic pets or something."

Sounds like a plan haha

You tried not to laugh. "Yeah, Jake kind of ruined that agenda for you, huh?" She buried her face in her hands, and to your surprise, she started crying. You glanced around the lab, but Macy wasn't paying any attention as you put your arm around Cat's shoulders. You were very confused as you whispered, "Are you okay?" Cat's dark eyes were wet with tears as she met your gaze while somehow shaking her head and nodding at the same time. Her voice was raspy and uneven as she said, "He bought an engagement ring." "Jake proposed?" you gasped, ready to jump out of your seat. You knew for a fact he wanted to, but he kept saying he didn't think the time was exactly right yet.  "No. I found the ring. He's terrible at hiding things."

First of all I just wanna give Cat a big hug and assure her that she deserves this 🥺

Second: Jake get your act together lmao

You're tenacious and strong, and that's worth a lot more than money. You're the kind of person someone would want to buy a big diamond for.

I'm so glad BG sent the message to remind Cat of her worth 🥹🫶🏻

"Ten minutes ago? No wonder I was getting so lonely," he whispered, reaching out to run his finger along the back of Rose's hand. "Hey, Nugget."

10 minutes?! Too long for Rooster

You handed Rose, who was already dressed in her sleeper, to him, kissing him on the cheek as you stood. "Should I just keep these out for you?" The way you gestured at your breasts left a smile on his face. "Please. I would very much enjoy it if you did."

Of course he would lmao

When he set her gently in her crib, Bradley whispered, "I can't believe I get to be your dad."

"I wanted to surprise you," he murmured, wrapping his left arm around your waist. "I've been waiting to do this since you told me you were pregnant." You buried your face against his chest and let yourself cry. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said I was golfing. I panicked when they called me back and said they could fit me in this morning. I just really wanted to get my second paper plane as soon as possible."

Omg Rooster is so me getting a new tattoo while I still lived with my parents lol, my go to instead of golfing tho was hanging out at my best friends place, because she would also back up this in case they asked (they never did, I'm just paranoid lol)

"Are we going to our wedding venue?" he asked after a few minutes, and you started laughing. "Is that what we're calling the parking lot?"

I mean obviously 💁🏻‍♀️

"Aww, Daddy's sorry," he said, lifting her up and flying her around in the air like a plane to get her to calm down. "I'll take you to Virginia Beach where the water is warmer," he promised. "And we can go to the cemetery and visit Grampy Goose and Grandma Carole. How does that sound?" His daughter looked much happier at the prospect of warmer water and more time with grandparents. Even though Bradley was here with his family, he couldn't help but think about everything he missed out on. Everything he was still missing out on. 

🥺🥺🥺

The story was fun, and the drawings were silly, and he just knew Rose would probably adore this book when she got a little bit older. And he was so lucky he had a wife who did things like turn him into a cartoon superhero for Father's Day and make him a four course picnic lunch.

What a fun gift idea 🥰

Aim for the Sky Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After weeks of looking forward to a quiet day with you and Rose, Bradley almost messes up his own Father's Day celebration. He's lucky you're quick to forgive him. Every day with his daughter is a collection of moments he wants to commit to memory. Every day with you makes him fall more in love.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, blowjob, DILF Roo

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"Do you have any big plans for Sunday? For Bradley's first Father's Day?"

You looked up from your computer when you realized Cat was talking to you. Truthfully, you did have plans, but they weren't big at all. Your husband just kept telling you that all he wanted was to spend the day with just the three of you.

"Isn't it kind of Jake's first Father's Day, too?" you countered with a grin. When Cat sputtered instead of actually answering, you felt like you'd won this wrong of proverbial chess against a master. "It's okay... you don't have to admit it out loud, but I just know Jake is exceeding all of your expectations."

She dropped down into the seat next to you and leaned in like she was afraid someone else might be listening. "He took Jer to the park with Bradley and Rose the other evening."

"I know," you replied with a laugh. "I needed to clean my house, so I kicked Bradley out and told him to call his bestie, Jake."

Cat looked a little panicked now. "No, you don't understand. I can trust him to take care of Jeremiah."

"Yeah... that's good, right?"

"I don't know!" she hissed. "When I moved to California, it was my intention to never ever get involved with a man again. Just me and Jer. And then when he went away to college, I was going to start collecting exotic pets or something."

You tried not to laugh. "Yeah, Jake kind of ruined that agenda for you, huh?" She buried her face in her hands, and to your surprise, she started crying. You glanced around the lab, but Macy wasn't paying any attention as you put your arm around Cat's shoulders. You were very confused as you whispered, "Are you okay?"

Cat's dark eyes were wet with tears as she met your gaze while somehow shaking her head and nodding at the same time. Her voice was raspy and uneven as she said, "He bought an engagement ring."

"Jake proposed?" you gasped, ready to jump out of your seat. You knew for a fact he wanted to, but he kept saying he didn't think the time was exactly right yet. 

"No. I found the ring. He's terrible at hiding things."

You sat quietly for a minute while she worked at getting herself under control, but then more questions started to formulate in your mind. "I know this isn't where you saw yourself, Cat. I know trusting Jake after leaving your ex is something you've struggled with, but if you love him, then what's holding you back?"

Her fingertips were pressed to her lips, and her hand was shaking. You weren't sure she had even heard your question as she stared off into space and said, "I can't even accurately describe it, because it was so pretty. The diamond was huge. Absolutely enormous. Obviously expensive." She paused and pulled away from you, opening her computer like she didn't just let herself fall apart on your shoulder. "And I have nothing to offer except a child that isn't biologically his and a crippling amount of debt that I'll probably never see the end of." When you opened your mouth to respond, she slammed her computer shut again and said, "And now I'm late to meet with Bickel," before rushing out of the lab.

You stared at the door for a few seconds before you took your phone out and started to draft up a text for Cat. You didn't see her again for the rest of the day, and you didn't send the text until you got home with Bradley and Rose. But you meant every word of it.

You're tenacious and strong, and that's worth a lot more than money. You're the kind of person someone would want to buy a big diamond for.

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"Why is everything so expensive?" Bradley muttered to himself. "Holy hell."

He was trying to plan out the few days he would have alone with you when your parents came out again for Independence Day. Going back to the oceanfront boutique hotel in La Jolla where you and he had celebrated his birthday two years ago was going to cost a fortune over the holiday.

"Rose isn't going to need money for college anyway," he mused, shrugging at his phone before charging the room to his credit card for three nights. His daughter was going to be a genius. She was already so strong, trying her best to roll over and getting better at holding her head up without support. Suddenly he needed to see her.

Bradley tossed his phone aside and headed for the nursery where you were feeding Rose in the glider chair. When you looked up at him expectantly, he said, "I missed you."

Your gaze was soft as he sat down on the floor next to your feet. "We were with you ten minutes ago."

"Ten minutes ago? No wonder I was getting so lonely," he whispered, reaching out to run his finger along the back of Rose's hand. "Hey, Nugget."

She paused, lips pursed, before she continued eating. It was unreal how adorable she was. Bradley could look at his daughter all day long and never grow tired. He could look at your tits dripping milk all day long, too.

"Let me burp her," he said, making grabby hands as soon as she started to slow down. "It's my favorite."

You handed Rose, who was already dressed in her sleeper, to him, kissing him on the cheek as you stood. "Should I just keep these out for you?" The way you gestured at your breasts left a smile on his face.

"Please. I would very much enjoy it if you did."

You stretched your arms over your head and said, "I'll meet you either in the shower or in bed." Then you were gone, and he was excited to burp the baby and then do whatever you let him do to you.

"Let's see if we can get a nice, big burp out of you so you'll sleep for a few hours," he muttered, pulling one of the many storybooks down from the shelf from his spot on the floor. He'd read every book in the room to her multiple times already, and he couldn't wait until she started to have favorites. Tonight he read about a dragon while he patted and rubbed her back, pausing every page or two to kiss her soft cheek.

She was yawning by the last page of the book, and she did indeed burp for him. When he set her gently in her crib, Bradley whispered, "I can't believe I get to be your dad." He stood there, leaning on the side of the crib until he was certain she was asleep, then he headed for his own bedroom, unzipping his pants along the way.

Bradley found you naked in bed, fresh from the shower and rubbing lotion all over your legs. It was such a mundane yet intimate thing for him to watch, and you didn't realize he was in the doorway yet. "Get in bed," you told Tramp, nodding toward the fluffy mat he slept on next to the bathroom door. "You can't play with Rosie any more tonight. I'm sorry, but she needs to go to sleep after Daddy finishes reading to her."

"I'm finished reading to her."

Your gaze met his as your palms went gliding up your thighs, and you smiled a little shyly at him. Then you reached for the sheet like you were going to try to cover yourself, and he headed for the bed.

"Please don't, Baby Girl," he whispered. "I was really enjoying that view."

You paused and let your eyes drift down his body. "Get undressed and come here."

He did not need you to ask him twice. Bradley yanked his jeans off and tossed them aside followed by his tee shirt and his boxer briefs. You giggled when he climbed into bed in just his socks and hovered above you like he was going to do push ups with his hands planted next to your shoulders.

When he lowered himself down to give you a kiss, you raked your fingers through his hair. He knew there was no hiding how hard he was getting, so he didn't bother. He just pressed himself against you while you licked his bottom lip.

"You're really horny, Roo," you murmured, and he simply nodded. You let one hand drift down along his scarred cheek, and then you were touching your tits. 

He was salivating immediately. He could practically smell you. White beads of your milk formed on your nipples as you gently squeezed yourself, and he whimpered your name. His cock was tapping against your thigh in excitement as he lowered himself down to kiss your lips again.

"It's okay," you whispered. "I know you want to. Go ahead."

Bradley sighed and came to rest on his elbows, letting his mouth meet your nipples.

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You spent all day Saturday running to three different grocery stores to buy ingredients for Bradley's Father's Day picnic lunch. It cost a small fortune to get everything you needed to make chicken salad sandwiches on homemade bread, a charcuterie board, fruit salad, and brownies. Your plan was to get up very early on Sunday to start making everything, but now Bradley's words made you feel like you were going to cry.

"I'm playing golf in the morning."

He was so nonchalant about it, you thought perhaps he was joking at first. But his expression showed a tiny bit of alarm and remorse, and you knew he was actually ditching you and Rose on Father's Day.

When you spoke, you hated how small your voice sounded. "You said all you wanted was a day with just the three of us."

"I do!" he insisted, reaching for you and pulling you close. "That's all I want. I promise I'll be home by lunchtime."

With that, you excused yourself to go to bed. You didn't bother to set an alarm, because what was the point? Rose would wake you up when she started crying her lungs out to eat, and Bradley would already be gone with Jake, Javy and Reuben. Honestly, you would have thought Jake would want to be home with Cat and Jer, and now you were mad at him, too. You thought about texting him but turned your phone screen side down on your nightstand and tossed your glasses aside instead.

A few minutes later, Bradley climbed in bed as well, and you could feel him trying to coax you closer. "I love you," he whispered, but you stayed curled up in a ball until you fell asleep.

Sure enough, he was gone when you woke up. You didn't even bother changing out of your pajamas to feed Rose. Your plans to wear a cute sundress seemed pointless now as you tried to appease your cranky daughter while you made chicken salad and baked a small loaf of bread.

"You'd probably calm down if your dad were here," you mused, handing her toy after toy only for her to push them all away. Finally Tramp had mercy on you and plopped down next to her on her play mat for a few minutes.

Of course the picnic foods looked absolutely perfect, and you struggled to get Rose burped and down for a late morning nap. "I swear you don't act like this for him," you groaned, fighting the urge to start crying. You'd been feeling better over the past few weeks. Your body was becoming more your own again, even though you were still sharing it with your daughter. The birth control and the healing time were certainly helping, but right now, you and Rose came in second place to a round of golf. On Father's Day.

She spit up all over you before she fell asleep, forcing you to change into your dress anyway. The wrapped present on the coffee table along with the homemade card were enough to make you set a timer for noon. If he wasn't back, you were going to eat the meal yourself. Your stomach was already growling.

But Bradley came through the door at 11:58 wearing gym shorts and a tank top with his aviators low on his nose. "Sweetheart," he said, sounding a little bit out of breath as he headed your way. "You look pretty."

Did he think you were stupid? You got up from the couch and turned off the timer. "Where were you, Bradley? Because you weren't playing golf dressed like that."

His cheeks flushed pink at the same time you noticed something wrapped around his right bicep. When he held his arm out to his side, you gasped.

"Why didn't you just tell me that's where you were going?" you whispered, tears burning your eyes. You felt frustrated and embarrassed that you got upset in the first place.

"I wanted to surprise you," he murmured, wrapping his left arm around your waist. "I've been waiting to do this since you told me you were pregnant." You buried your face against his chest and let yourself cry. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said I was golfing. I panicked when they called me back and said they could fit me in this morning. I just really wanted to get my second paper plane as soon as possible."

He held you tight with both arms wrapped around you. "You said you just wanted a day with your girls, and I planned a picnic and got you a present, and then you said you wanted to fucking play golf," you sobbed. "Next time just tell me you're getting another tattoo, okay? Because now when you say you're going golfing, I'm going to think you're getting another one anyway."

"Hey," Bradley rasped, tilting your chin so you were looking up at him. "I'm spending the rest of today with my girls. That really is all I wanted to do today. I'm sorry I lied to you. I feel terrible about it now." His brown eyes were sincere which made you feel a lot better, and now you weren't mad at Jake anymore.

"Can I see it?" you whispered, and he immediately started to unwrap his arm. Right there next to the large paper airplane that had Baby Girl written across it was a smaller one that said Rose in the same script. "God, Roo. It's perfect."

"Just like my girls."

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Okay, so he came within an inch of completely fucking things up on Father's Day. It wasn't like he planned it that way. He wasn't even sure why he said he was going to play golf. None of his friends would even make a tee time on Father's Day and include him. Or Jake for that matter. Plus, Bradley was fucking terrible at lying. He felt apprehensive the entire time he was getting the tattoo done.

It didn't even really matter if you knew about it ahead of time, but he wanted it to be a surprise declaration of his love for his family. Instead he made you stress out and cry, because of course you had a whole fucking day planned. You loved him that much.

He was right there with you and Rose for the rest of the afternoon. He changed her diapers and helped you pack up the food along with a bottle of pink champagne that was tucked way back behind everything else in the refrigerator. He carried everything out to the Bronco and got both of you buckled in. Then he started driving where you told him to.

"Are we going to our wedding venue?" he asked after a few minutes, and you started laughing.

"Is that what we're calling the parking lot?"

"Sweetheart. That's our wedding venue." Rose hadn't been to that beach yet, and now he was excited. So excited. "Rosie, we're going to show you where Mommy first kissed me and fell so in love that she's incapable of being mad at me even though I didn't tell her I was going to get tattooed this morning."

Now you were laughing harder, and you turned his playlist up a little louder, and the sun felt a little brighter. When he pulled into the parking lot, he backed into the spot where you became his wife, and then he strapped Rose into her baby carrier against his chest.

Bradley watched you pull Rosie's little sun hat out of the diaper bag, and you kissed her nose before putting it on her head. "Don't want you to get too much sun." Then you led the way down the rocky path to the sand below where you spread out a beach blanket. You tugged Bradley's hand until he was on his knees, and then you kissed his nose as well. "Don't want you getting too much sun either."

When he remembered the sunburn he got the day of Mickey's birthday kegger, he shuddered, but you were already squeezing some sunblock onto your hands and smoothing it along his face. You smiled when you got some in his mustache, and Bradley leaned closer to kiss you, and then he didn't want to stop. You ended up on your back on the blanket with sunblock on your nose while Bradley cradled Rose's head.

"Happy first Father's Day," you whispered, running your fingers up inside his sleeve to touch the wrapping around his bicep. "Rose is lucky you're her daddy."

The lunch you made was absolutely perfect. Bradley couldn't remember ever having homemade bread before, and he ate two sandwiches in a row. You and he drank the champagne from the bottle on the blanket before walking down to the water. Your tipsy giggles as he dipped Rose's toes in the water made him smile.

"She hates it!" you cackled when Rose pulled her legs up and wailed. Bradley lowered her down again when the next wave came in, and she pulled her feet away from the water once again.

"Aww, Daddy's sorry," he said, lifting her up and flying her around in the air like a plane to get her to calm down. "I'll take you to Virginia Beach where the water is warmer," he promised. "And we can go to the cemetery and visit Grampy Goose and Grandma Carole. How does that sound?"

His daughter looked much happier at the prospect of warmer water and more time with grandparents. Even though Bradley was here with his family, he couldn't help but think about everything he missed out on. Everything he was still missing out on. 

He never had a dad to fly him around or dip his toes in the water, at least not that he could remember. All he could recall were glimpses of laughter and being lifted out of his crib. He could almost hear a voice, but he wasn't sure if it was even Nick's or if his memory was playing a trick on him.

Bradley held onto Rose a little tighter as you let your head rest on his shoulder. Your voice was soft, barely loud enough for him to hear you over the waves. "I wish I could have met them. I wish they were here to see you with Rose."

He knew one thing for a fact. "They would have loved this little Nugget."

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Quite effortlessly, Bradley led you back up the rocks while he carried Rose and all the gear. As soon as the sun started to set, the wind picked up and the air got chilly. Even though you nursed Rose, you knew she was going to need to eat again so she could fall asleep.

"Oh, you still have to unwrap your present," you told Bradley when you got home and walked past the living room table.

"Right now?" he asked with a smirk.

"If you want to."

He started to take your shirt off, and you ducked out of his grasp with a laugh. "Not me!"

"I don't want anything else though," he rasped, still reaching for you, but you pushed him toward Rose on her play mat instead.

"She needs a quick bath while you open your present, and then I'll give you a blowjob after she's in her crib."

"Hell yes," Bradley muttered, scooping up the baby and the wrapped gift and heading for the bathroom. You filled up Rosie's little tub, and he set her down in the water then started unwrapping the present but keeping his attention mostly on his daughter. 

"Do you like it?" you asked over your shoulder, and then he realized he was holding a book. A book about him and you and Rose and Tramp.

Bradley flipped through the pages, staring in awe at the cartoon versions of his family. Each of you had been drawn as a superhero, and even the sketched version of Tramp was wearing a little red cape.

"This is the cutest thing I have ever seen. How did you get this?"

"I had it made," you told him. "I sent photos of all of us to a local artist, and she created the book for you."

"Damn," he whispered, tears in his eyes as he looked at each page again. "I'm such a sappy mess now, I swear." Then he sat down on the floor next to you while you rinsed the sand from Rose's tiny feet and started to read the book out loud. "Once upon a time, the Super Bradshaw Family was just about to eat dinner when Super Dad Bradley's phone rang. The city of San Diego needed help, and there was nobody better to turn to."

The story was fun, and the drawings were silly, and he just knew Rose would probably adore this book when she got a little bit older. And he was so lucky he had a wife who did things like turn him into a cartoon superhero for Father's Day and make him a four course picnic lunch.

He also had a wife who dropped to her knees as soon as they were alone. You looked up at him as you pulled his shorts and underwear down to his thighs, kissing his cock as you whispered, "There's my Super Daddy Bradley."

He grinned as he pulled his shirt off as well, enjoying how pretty you looked below his flat abs with your hand cupping his balls. "You absolutely own me, Baby Girl. I'm a fucking wreck for you. I'm all tattooed for my girls now. If you want me to be your Super Daddy, you know I will be."

You licked your lips and parted them, and then Bradley was in heaven.

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I need Jer to have a dad. I need it in my bones. I also need Bradley to have a sensational 38th birthday before he packs his bags and goes to La Jolla with his wife for three days in bed. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[the-firebird69]

It's a huge number of people who don't get it at all they're so dumb and you know they've lost their brains we're going ahead and taking tons and tons of stuff from them and they're completely clueless right now the battle has ended the inner ring is pretty much clear and the outskirts of being cleared and they're going after the people that started it 30 households went out 10 died and they are grabbing the rest of the households and finally and it's because they have support some from Stan and Biden and miscellaneous and they're sick of it finally they're very old crotchety and they're used to abuse let's see things going away and staying away people's bodies walking by with other brains in them and being announced and it's ridiculous and they don't have a good handle on what's really happening in a stupid s*** is above us with a retard in it so they're trying to stop it

-there's other things happening but if we put it out here it's an excuse people say they said so they go ahead and start doing it it's annoying what you people are doing and that's jackass s*** being inside my mom's body really I don't think that you're doing it and if you are you're confused because people are having to do it because they follow you around and they take the stuff that you supposedly take they're doing it like the matrix they do your second though I've been doing it regularly and it's gross.

-it's what it's like to be stupid Joey federman you people are stupid you don't have it tied up you don't have loose ends clan went down fighting to prevent this from happening to them and you're just going down and they're using you all for their cause and it's gross eventually you become iron Man and stop fighting and figured out that our son was right the whole time but it takes something to happen and I think it is the three fighting the max

Thor Freya

I think you're right we start fighting the clones and we see it we really need them to and they start fighting the clones again for ships but really they need to fight each other it's complicated but it works

Bg

Is more happening here today it is a huge deal what's going on all over the polarization between five groups versus the Macklemore lock and against clones is causing massive amounts of damage to them they are taking a severe pounding foreigners rolled up and started pounding them this morning and they wiped bja out and he walks by and he says it's him and stuff and says I can make it me just take everything from your Island and blame the clones and so it's not really he doesn't want it. And it is a new paradigm that is forming we have to be aware that we have to be here larger presents. We are putting two facilities in now he helped get it going and his cadre and his children they're going gangbusters and need a lot of help I'm listing how many this is a great duty it's for our leaders the two and us it is for the future and it is also going to start a massive massive advance it's the spearhead.

Thor Freya

We call it tip of the spear and that's what it is and we need that kind of people and we need them now and requesting them and that you sign on or that you sign on for the studio if you're not already signed into our military and please do so now

Frank Castle hardcastle

There's several other things happening and you're fairly big but that is huge these groups are good sized and they're more normal or normal people and they can waste these idiots real quick they're tired of living like s*** and having no cover and having them lose Intel or telling them or point at them or go after them and it's ridiculous it's like this road piece of crap sitting next to you and you can't parallel them. We noticed it it's happening and we noticed the effect it is that these morlock are terrified and they're clinging to our son and we must have them off they cling to our daughter but they don't have a way to get there

Duke nukem Blockbuster

You see a lot of them shaking their heads and they're trying for small fast ships that are stealth and like the millennium falcons and they're moving out and large groups in Florida too and they're going after pine Island it's a huge ship it's fast and has advanced weaponry finally what a pain in the ass

Thor Freya

Olympus

I hope my husband will be okay there's a lot of nincompoops around here with huge mouths and bad attitudes here comes a couple

Hera

[desertdiscs]

I am so chill and normal about q.smp (has watched/skimmed 5 diff day 1 povs and 2 diff day 2 povs) (i am so not normal about this it's so embarrassing actually bc like i am 10x more obsessed than anyone else i know)

(it's kinda nice tho bc since they're stream vods i can just play in the bg while i do work and don't have to worry much if i tune it out while they're alone)

I've been livetweeting a lot but tldr;

they're so unhinged and nothing is off limits I'm obsessed. so glad we have relationship histories, flirting, and gay sex and circumcision as canon already. shout-out to m.ariana for literally making his intro a dating profile. can we finally start shipping characters w/o ppl acting like you're breaking the law now.

w.ilbur is so embarrassing but like. it's endearing and his entire pov had me giggling and excitable like a kid w too much candy

c.harlie is HILARIOUS no matter who he's with, truly. language barriers does Not stop it! he's so peak comedy honestly, I'm so glad q added him.

I'm still learning abt l.uzu but I'm so obsessed w his design and his convos i have seen and understood have been fun!! obsessed w how his first response to will trolling him is to "in 20 days, destroy everything he loves." His convos w P.hil were super chill but nice to listen to and I'm excited 2 see more of him!! esp since he seems to alr be leaning into the RP. I get the feeling as a Wil fan that I'm gonna like him a lot, more than i already do. (I hope they develop a gay ass rivalry when W.ilbur gets back bc I cannot see this going any other way but Will getting SO EXCITED to obsessively beef w him.)

P.HIL CALLING R.OIER A PUPPY WHEN HE TRIED TO THREATEN HIM IS SO FUCKING FUNNY AGDNBDNFJF LITERALLY 0 SHITS GIVEN. literally just sat there shaking his head smiling and humoring r.oier and m.issa. dad-coded fr. (semi-related but i still can't believe L.UZU IS 37 AND THE OLDEST ON THE SERVER?? I THOUGHT HE WAS LIKE. WILL'S AGE.)

f.oolish and m.ariana 😭 i did not see the s.quidcraft event that they became boyfriends at nor do I care to but i am so obsessed w them already. I care they... they're so CUTE and the DRAMA btwn them... i can't help it. I'm weak. I love it.

r.oier is so fucking funny man. his humor seems to be like 90% sex jokes and i am HERE FOR IT. (i have the humor of a 12yo boy <3)

v.egetta is SO NICE wtf... fucked up. I think i read he wants to start a cult but like idec. start ur cult king u deserve it!! (giving big c.rowfather vibes if true tho but like. that's a vibe so.) idk much else abt him so far tho other than he became a stripper and pole danced for f.oolish and co. yesterday and is Absolutely making sex jokes too tho so! am v interested to learn more.

q teaching the eng speakers absolutely kills me inside. My Spanish is like, Spanish 1 level but like, i know enough from growing up around it that certain stuff he says I'm like 😭 oh no... oh no. it's so funny tho esp when f.oolish just repeats what he says w/o knowing what it means. god bless. I'm super excited 2 see where he takes all of this tho and what he does w his characters!!

I only caught glimpses of r.ubius yday but I'm so fascinated by his character. super excited to see where this goes.

[asterisque-arch]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 at them all, for them all! Give all the admissions!

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

"Felix's so hot he once melt the snow in Gautier just by glaring at it. Amazing."

"Huh? What a strange question, but, Zelkov is not as cute as an alpace, but he sure is as fluffy!" (Sylvain shaking his head in the bg, time to Teach That Guy).

"Aaaw shucks! Yer embarrassin' me asking something like that, 'cause, anyone with eyes can tell Therion's attractive!"

"I'm hotter." In Vicious language, it means Aegis is, indeed, very attractive, but Vicious still is hotter.

"I'm not answering that one! I do like living!" Personally thinks he's cuter in his big nerd mode, but that's a secret.

"No, wait! I definitely am cuter! Forget it, it was just a moment of weakness because the dogs were out!! It wasn't about their master!"

"He was cuter in High School with his piercings and his bad boy look. Now he just looks like a big four-eyed nerd." He married that four-eyed nerd though.

Shivers and sweats profusely. "I'm feeling... disgust." He's not answering that, you're not level 69 of friendship with him yet.

"Everyone is beautiful in the eyes of God!" And then you get Deity-zoned.

"Chicken is more attractive and I'm hungry." Don't ask stupid question when it's lunch time.

Giggles like a school girl for three hours yet. He just got his memory back, he's not ricking losing it again because of badly chosen words, nope.

"Well, I guess he is! I mean, he's cute, he wears pumpkin shorts!" Thumbs up at you! (Apparently they let him drink again, oops).

"Byleth's hotter." Arval voice in Shez's head: I'll get your ass for that one, watch me not saving you from a cliff next time.

Bonus:

Get you a man who looks at you like Sasaki looks at Miyano. (That doesn't answer the question? It definitely does).

[charliedawn]

hi Charlie! Nice to see ya again! I’d like to ask you to take a minute and think about the Hannibal Fam meeting the Addams Family :) that made me smile and I hope it makes you smile too :)

(PS: BG and Movie say hi -🦋🦋🦋)

Author : "Hello, dear. It did make me smile. Thank you for the inspiration."

Hannibal Jr. and the Gomez parents :

Hannibal Sr. : "Pleasure to see you again, my dear friends." *kisses Morticia's hand and shakes Gomez's* "Do stay for dinner."

Morticia : "OH dear, Hannibal Sr..If your food is as good as the last time we came ? I'm afraid we must absolutely stay."

Gomez : "You are absolutely right, caramilla. The Hannibals do know how to party. Let's hope their legacy remains for centuries to come."

Hannibal Sr. *smiles* : "Likewise, dear friend. Likewise."

Uncle Fester and uncle Hannibal Jr :

Hannibal Jr : "Would you do us the honors of cutting the turkey ?"

Uncle Fester : "My pleasure."

Morgan and Pugsley :

Morgan : "Hey. Wanna test how long a living being can survive without his heart ?"

Pugsley : "I mean...We already tested on a squirrel with Wednesday. It was about 15 seconds.."

Morgan *tries to scare him and smirks evilly* : "I wasn't talking about a squirrel.."

Pugsley : "Okay."

Morgan : "...."

Pugsley : "...."

Morgan : "....What ?"

Pugsley *shrugs* : "I said okay. Could be fun."

Morgan : "...." *puts his scalpel down* "How about we go downstairs and eat some cookies instead, huh ?"

Pugsley : "Are they poisoned ? I do love mine sprinkled with rat poison."

Morgan : "....Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

Peter and Wednesday :

Peter : "Yay. New friend ! You and I are going to have so much fun ! What do you want to do first ? Play dolls ? Draw flowers ? Sing karaoke together ?"

Wednesday : "...Get me out of here. His smile is like a sunny day surrounded by hundreds of fluffy puppies on clouds..It's too much."

Kevin and baby Adams :

Kevin : "Great. I'm stuck with the baby. What can he do anyways ?"

Baby Adams *literally shoots a flaming arrow that stucks just above his head*

Kevin *grins widely and carries the baby* : "BEST. BABY. EVER."

[alienaiver]

OOOOOOOO O O O OOOOO

For the,,,,the thing u just rb’ed, number 2/the second option and the hot beverages one !!!! with,,,kuroo hina and osamu

(you don’t have to do all 3 or both options btw !!!💛💛💝💝 if your doing 1 pick whichever u like and if ur only doing 1-2 charas also pick whichever I’m down for anything 😌✨)

my fever induced brain will provide u with them ALL bcos ILYSM AND BCOS I HAD FUN THINGS FOR ALL OF THEM

Kuroo, Hinata and Osamu headcanons!

Kuroo Tetsurou

songs on the ipod: la la la - area21, maybe IDK - jon bellion and definitely also dustbowl dance by mumford and sons!! idk i think he's very ranged in music and it all depends on mood!

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: kenma's streaming/gaming room. sometimes it annoys kenma and he just starts streaming with kuroo drooling in the bg LMFAO

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: you know what? MARIO KART, spent his entire childhood mourning that kenma's always better and teasing him so he fucking. he practiced mario kart just to beat kenma once (1). he's better than anyone else in hq

the emoticon they'd use most often: (ง •ૅ౪•᷄)ว this one makes everyone in the groupchat groan and he loves it

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: annoying, like. he's throwing snarky comments left and right but if you ever do it back he pouts and gets all emotional, "babe you know i can serve but not receive rn"

preferred hot beverage: coffee. but like, at this point its milk with coffee bcos he found out how much better he liked that over black coffee.

comfort/self care when in a slump: his friends, definitely. and going for walks to clear his head

what they wanted to be when they grew up: kuroo was a classic, he wanted to be the person to invent water (later he decided on 'a cool scientist')

favorite kind of weather: sunny, windy weather! like summer, but there's a breeze to shake things up

their singing voice: terrible most of the time because he's a bit insecure about his singing voice - classic clown mentality: if he sings badly on purpose, no one teases him about singing terribly. (when he tries though, it's very lovely and gruff, when he sings you lullabies it's very calming)

what they like to draw/doodle: vegetables! he once wanted to be "a drawer ("tetsu, do u mean an artist?", "yeah but one that draws!" - kuroo, 5 years old) and drew every vegetables they had at home at all times, so he's very good at it, actually.

Hinata Shoyou

songs on the ipod: fever - dongkiz, dance monkey - tones and i + earthquake by family force 5. they're all amazing to work out to, for the days he does it solo

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: the train !! like. he goes ALL OUT during practice and matches that sometimes he doesn't even realize how tired he is before he sits down in the train. this has become such a bad habit that he's started texting some of his teammates "i'm in the train now!! supposed to get off in 28 minutes!!" and they all desperately call him after 26 minutes

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: i love hinata.. so much... but that dude cannot play games for shit either bcos a) the controls confuses him if its a video game or b) his pokerface is NON EXISTENT. he's got solid luck in ludo, tho!

the emoticon they'd use most often: Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ nishinoya once told him that emoticon was SO him and he hasnt stopped using it since high school

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: pouty. he's all slumped and sleepy, constantly have to shake him out of it and remind him to focus on any task otherwise he just takes a nap standing FJSDKFDS

preferred hot beverage: cappucinos! he's not allowed anywhere near them, though. if you think he's energic on a normal day? try him after he's chucked down one of these bad boys

comfort/self care when in a slump: phone calls! he calls home and talks to his little sister or his mom (if natsu isn't home) or bokuto to get a peptalk!

what they wanted to be when they grew up: astronaut! he's always dreamt of flying higher, even before vball took over his brain

favorite kind of weather: warm, summer days! the ones where you're barely able to lift a finger, he feels its doubly rewarding going for a run during those days

their singing voice: hinata can reach a very lovely falsetto! he's not always clean tho, so it doesn't always sound too good if he doesn't concentrate (if he ever got singing lessons he'd be lovely in a choir!)

what they like to draw/doodle: planets, stars and asteroids! thats his go to

Miya Osamu

songs on the ipod: heartless - the fray, the spectre - alan walker, let her go - passenger. i feel like osamus music taste is a blend of calm, semi-pop old man and light techno (if it goes too hard tho he skips it)

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: the bathroom... FJKSHFJKSF like boy sometimes overwork himself, especially early onigiri miya days.. so its like. HIS time aKFSSDKNC knocking on the door slightly concerned wakes him up with a grunt, "uh, was waiting for the shower to get warm!", "for 45 minutes!?"

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: bomberman! he and atsumu's spent ungodly hours playing that as children and hes PERFECTED IT - when atsumu once told msby with his chest puffed out, hinata's eyes lit up and demanded that osamu should try and beat kenma (and he DID)

the emoticon they'd use most often: ༼⌐■ل͟■༽ atsumu hates this one. he knows this

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: he's irritable. he's grumpy and his fuse is short - its best to give him space when he's at his worst but cuddle him after he's calmed back down

preferred hot beverage: green tea! one that is a good blend bittersweet!

comfort/self care when in a slump: making food for the ones he loves. the simple act gives him renewed energy and seeing you eat his food with a smile on his face gets his mood right back up!!!

what they wanted to be when they grew up: ok.. as a little dude they once visited like. a super classic american diner-themed restaurent and he thought the waitresses were SO COOL when they went and wiped tables.. so he wanted to be a table wiper... FILSJFJKJBGFDNGS

favorite kind of weather: those fall days where the cold is biting u just a bit,,, yea he lives for that. it's not so cold that he's freezing his ass off but it's refreshing

their singing voice: osamus voice is... the BEST gruff, deep voice like give him a country song and he ACES it

what they like to draw/doodle: his go-to is the legend of zelda triforce! its a very good, mindless shape and he can make thousands of them while waiting on a call or while its quiet in his restaurant!!!!

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I HOPE U ENJOYED THESE BBY <33333 they may not be entirely in character bcos my brain is made of snot KFJSKFNSK but they were so fun!!!! <3333 (insert all emojis bcos im on pc HDFJSKNSF)

[tropicalfreckles]

Okay time for some Hollow Mind spoiler talk cause it's still shaking around in my head

The fact that colonizing, witch hunting broken nosed bozo was the one to kill his OG brother(who is giving me even stronger vibes after seeing those memory pictures in the bg of being an ancestor of the Clawthornes or some other witch line), no surprise there, and he has been holding onto that grudge of Hunter NEVER siding with him for long and just been killing the poor guy over, and over, and over again for centuries is pretty fucked.

Like Damn I'm so glad Lilith broke her ex-boss's nose lmao

[female-buckets]

Could you talk a bit about BG and Diana’s friendship? They seemed really good for each other both on and off the court

From Kate Fagan's 2016 ESPN feature about BG and DT in Russia:

The two seem to have little in common. They're different heights, different ages, different colors. They're from very different places and have different sensibilities about almost everything, from diet to use of social media. And yet, the glaring space between them is what seems to make this whole thing work. Griner is an athlete struggling to come of age, wanting advice and guidance from someone with plenty to offer, which Taurasi does in spades.

But a word of advice: Don't call Taurasi a mentor.

The server at Truffaldino has just appeared at the side of the table, and Taurasi is doing her best to make the interaction smooth.

"Hey, mama," Taurasi says.

But the woman does not react to -- or perhaps has not understood -- the colloquial greeting and instead waits for the drink order.

"Can I have sparkling -- Perrier, sparkling water?" Taurasi says. "Bella gas? Da, spasibo, Pellegrino." (Spasibo means thank you.)

"And I'll have Earl Grey tea," says Griner, who is sitting next to Taurasi. "As you can see, Dee speaks all the Russian."

"No, I just go at it," she says.

"Dee speaks all the Russian," Griner repeats.

"I like to say 'Spasibo, mama' -- it's kind of, you know ..."

Griner interrupts: "It's putting some Dee flavor on it."

"I don't know nearly enough Russian as I should for having been here 10 years," Taurasi says. "It's fucking hard."

The server reappears with the tea and sparkling water, placing both on the table.

"Spasibo, mama," Taurasi says.

The woman bristles.

"See, she didn't like that," Taurasi says. "She's like, 'You might get put in jail.'"

Griner is laughing; she covers her face with her extra-large palm, shaking her head. "Oh my god," she says.

Taurasi is joking, of course, though the joke is loaded. In the past three years, Russia has made international headlines for its strict anti-LGBT law, making the country a curious choice for Griner, who has long been open about her sexuality. But Russia's hostile climate, which elsewhere in the country has resulted in arrests, seems a world away from Griner, who is here to play ball, not make a human rights stand. As long as she doesn't run through Red Square waving a rainbow flag, nobody says a thing.

...

Taurasi puts down her fork and pauses before speaking. "It's funny, when you're younger, you start with your family and then little by little your circle gets bigger. And now that I'm in my 30s, the opposite is happening. That circle is getting smaller and smaller. I think I text like three people in my life, and my mom and sister are two of them. But I don't feel as cloudy, because I'm not trying to please numerous people."

Griner tilts her head toward Taurasi. "It's funny you said that about texting people because my phone, my inbox has so many different people that I'm just talking to, just texting. And a couple days back, I was kind of looking and I was like, 'I couldn't tell you why I'm talking to half these people.' So I started cleaning house. I was like, 'Nope, nope.' Now when I open up my app, I have six little people in there I communicate with. Because I want to -- I actually want to. I'm not just responding because they hit me up."

”You're so worried about some shit that's happening a world away. How about you make what's around you good?" Taurasi says.

Griner is smiling. "I realize now that not everybody should know what I'm doing 24/7," Griner says. "That's different for me. Yeah, I still use social media and I probably always will -- I love it. But as far as what I want to put out, no, they're not going to know every little thing anymore.

"I always hear Dee when she speaks. I always listen. I learned my lesson to listen."

So yeah, Diana Taurasi, The Mentor.

"No, not at all." Taurasi drops her fork, then leans back in her chair.

"Wait, what?" Griner turns. "You don't think you are?"

"I feel like if you have to make a concerted effort to mentor, you really don't give a shit about that person," Taurasi says. "It's about you and how mentoring makes you feel. BG is my good friend and I have casual conversations of things I've been through, or someone else has, and you take what you take from it."

"And that's what I love," Griner says. "We're just talking, it's not formal. Just two hoopers talking."

"Everyone is like, 'What have you taught her?'" Taurasi says. "Nothing. She's learned everything herself. The only way you learn things is by going through things yourself. I'm pretty sure, up until the moment I got behind the wheel drunk, I'd heard 'Don't drink and drive' a million times. At some point, you have to make up your own mind about who you want to be, about why you're making the decisions you make."

Taurasi takes out her wallet and places a credit card on the end of the table.

"When you make decisions and you know why you're making them, you take the power back," she says. "You're making decisions that you want to make. The influencers, the people around you, the enablers or whoever, they don't have the power anymore. And maybe at the time, you didn't think they did, but they did. Oh, they did."

A minute later, Taurasi signs the bill. The two players stand and walk to the coat check. The restaurant's dark, intimate vibe is shattered at the front as the bright, artificial light of the mall cascades into the space.

Taurasi excuses herself to the bathroom while Griner hands the attendant their numbers. A second later, the coats appear. Griner pulls on hers, and when Taurasi returns, Griner holds open the coat as her teammate slips her arms into the sleeves.

"Now that's full service," Taurasi says.

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OKAY SO IM GONNA GIVE U A BREAK FROM HENRY BC IM REDISCOVERING AN OLD OBSESSION AND I AM ABSOLUTELY.OBSESSING OVER A BG CHARACTER..............

SO, ME, HENRY ANON, IS ASKING FOR A NON HENRY RELATED FIC................................ COUGHS,, ANYWAYS SO THERES THIS WALTEN FILES CHARACTERS,,, WHAT IM ASKING IS CAN U DO A FIC FOR KEVIN WOODINGS WITH A TRANS BOY S/O,,,, qhy do i scream all the time am i annoying LMAO

WELLL WELL WELL WALTENFILES EY?????

i would be happy to write sum of that good good walten files fanfic

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Kevin Woodings x S/O! transboy! reader.

Kevin breathed out a gasp of shock, clapping his hands as he watched you with your new binder on, courtesy of which Kevin got you, as well as your favourite shirt now pulled over your chest.

"Oh wow that looks amazing!" he gushed, dancing around you as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your face bright was a beet red as you pressed your calloused hands on your chest, butterflies exploding in your stomach.

"Yeah, wow, that's..." you were at a loss of words, cheeks becoming wet from tears swelling from your eyes.

"Wow, thank you Kevin" you whispered lovingly. He paused his goofy dancing, to develop you in a hug as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

"Of course! What are boyfriends for?" He praised, spinning you in a circle, you let out a burst of, deep stomach laughter as you shook your head.

"Stop! I'm gonna be sick!" You cried in laughter, shaking his shoulders.

Before giving you a final spin, he threw you onto the bed, him landing belly first into the warm and freshly cleaned sheets. Both of you looked at each other, your eyes still red from crying, cheeks still wet from tears.

"Really, of course I would do that for you, my love" he sung, raising his hand and brushing it over your face, flicking away the stray hairs.

You smiled softly in return, leaning your cheek into his hand, Kevin letting out a chuckle in amusement as he shuffled closer to you, wrapping his arms around you as you followed his movements and both of you starting to fall alseep.

You watched as Kevin fall asleep first, his lips parted just to let out his warm breath on your neck as you watched his chest rise and fall, the twitch of an eyebrow or his toes twitching. You snuggled into his embrace, breathing in his warm salted caramel scent. You watched at him as he smiled dumbly, mumbling words here and there.

Following suit, you closed your eyes, letting sleep embrace your gleeful mood.

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AHHHHH I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY1!!!!!!!

ENOJY YOUR DAY/NIGHT/EVENING/SUNRISE!!!

[youngerdrgrey]

call me tomorrow // a post-3x05 wildmoore oneshot

summary: In a quick canon divergence, the day after 3x05, Ryan actually does call Sophie. They’ve got plenty to talk about — Moms, murders, and maybe how they feel about each other. [read on ao3, or below] rated: T notes: we're almost done with hiatus! I'm posting drafts! making way for the neeeeeew. there's some discussion of homophobia in this! context: AU where Ryan actually does call Sophie the day after the talk with Jada in 3x05. As you may recall, Sophie said in 3x02, “I know what it’s like to need to put a wall. [...] but I also know what it’s like to be a girl who just wants a hug from her mom.”

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Sophie chuckles the moment she answers the phone.

“It’s nearly six. Started to think you forgot about me.” Her second laugh is a bit less genuine. A bit more nervous as her words catch up with her. That’s probably too honest for the first line of a phone call.

Ryan groans on her end. There’s a shuffle of papers. A heavy thud of a door that wipes away the music from the background. She must be getting home.

“Yeah, I just got home,” Ryan says. Two quick zippers — her boots most likely — then the thuds that go with setting them onto the shoe rack. “You’d think these meetings would get shorter but….” A quick sigh, then a very loud flop down onto the couch that makes Sophie laugh. “Wait, one second.”

The call freezes before the FaceTime lights up the screen. Sophie takes a quick second to glance behind her and check her reflection. Hair’s still good since she spent the majority of the day researching on her laptop. Make up’s fine. All good. Thank goodness Alice isn’t here to see her preening.

Sophie accepts the FaceTime, and Ryan immediately smiles at her. Sophie’s heart rate picks up. Her cheeks burn, but she smiles around the way this ridiculous crush keeps sabotaging her.

Ryan sighs in a good way this time. “Much better view now.”

Sophie clears her throat to make sure her voice isn’t choked up. “I take it your mom wasn’t much help.”

Ryan’s smile freezes in the corners. “Not really. There’s something going on, but… I’m still figuring it out. Give me a few days?”

“A few days?” Sophie repeats. The BGS could’ve killed Jordan. They don’t have a few days to waste on soft leads. She opens her mouth to say as much, but Ryan’s face looks so hopeful, so vulnerable. A few days might not be the worst thing. They’ve still got to get all of this paralytic out of their systems anyway.

Sophie doesn’t even say anything. Her face must give her away.

Ryan cheers and bounces happily on her couch. “Thank you. I’ve got this. Trust me.”

Sophie trusts Ryan more than she wants to admit. She cuts her eyes away from the pretty girl on her phone screen. “But I’m going to keep digging, alright? Without the bug, I’m not sure what my next step will be.”

Ryan leans back into the cushions. Her eyebrows knit together in the cutest way. Sophie smiles at Ryan’s thinking face.

“Maybe you should talk to her. Jada, I mean.” Ryan glances back at Sophie. “You did save her life. She might be a little more open to talking to you now.”

Very true. Unfortunately, Sophie did spend most of last night softly threatening the woman. Not the greatest start to a relationship. Lies and threats. Bugging her office. Fake-dating her daughter. Oh shit, she still thinks they’re dating.

Sophie goes for a joke. “Wow, brunch with the in-law. Careful what you wish for, right?” At Ryan’s confused look, Sophie shrinks a little. “You know, ‘cause I mentioned… Moms… before.” She cringes at herself. Way to kill the mood.

Ryan gives another soft smile into the camera though. “Twice in one week. It’s more than you’ve seen yours in a while, huh?”

Sophie’s face falls before she can catch it. “That’s putting it lightly.” Nearly two years.

“Still nothing?”

“She texted Jordan congrats on getting into the expo, but the moment Jordan mentioned that I’d be there too….” Sophie shakes her head. “Crickets.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sophie shrugs. Ryan doesn’t have to be sorry. It’s something people say, but Ryan doesn’t… get it. Not really. Before coming out, Sophie didn’t go more than a week without calling her mom. How does that just stop? “Can I say something that sounds… awful?”

Ryan doesn’t even hesitate. “Go for it.”

Sophie closes her eyes. “Jada gave you up as a baby. She didn’t know you. She didn’t raise you. She didn’t…. She didn’t…”

“Love me?” Ryan finishes for her. Sophie winces, and Ryan gives another short smile into the video call. “You can say it.”

She won’t, but she’s glad Ryan said it for her. It lets her say, “But my mom spent twenty-nine years with me. And she still just… walked away. And I’ve had a lot of time to try and figure out how I feel about it. But I can’t really? Even when I think I’m doing okay, I….” Sophie sits up straight since it makes holding the phone easier. Makes the words easier. “I could’ve died last night, Ryan, and if I did… would my mom even care? Would she come to my service? Or just sit at home and pray I don’t end up in hell?”

Ryan exhales slow. Sophie circles her jaw. Thanks the God she still somewhat believes in that Alice is out of the apartment today. Maybe a call was a bad idea. This talk would’ve been better in person. Ryan would’ve held her hand. Maybe even hugged her. Told her everything would be okay.

“It, uh—“ Ryan clears her throat, “— probably would’ve been a wild report to read. ‘Sophie Moore, ex-Crows second in command, dies at the hands of a homicidal chef in a pig’s head.’” She says it with a straight face. Even tone. It shouldn’t make Sophie smile, but it does quirk up her lips just a bit. Ryan keeps going. “‘The Jet’s family butler remembers Ms. Moore as sophisticated, snarky, and ‘so fine that she really should’ve lived a little longer.’”

Sophie snorts. “That’s what the white butler said?”

Ryan nods. “I’m reading the report right now. ‘Ms. Moore was a decorated upholder of white supremacy—‘“

“Ryan!”

The fake voice cracks into a heartfelt one. “‘—and one of the best people that Ms. Wilder — also deceased — had ever known. She’s the only person that Wilder has ever been wrong about. Moore’s survived by her amazing little sister, Jordan, who’s single-handedly changing Gotham for the better, and a mother who absolutely fumbled the bag.’”

Sophie should not be emotional at this. She shouldn’t. She isn’t. Her eyes are only red because of the angle.

Ryan pulls her phone closer. “Real talk for a sec?” She lowers her voice. “Thank you, for coming to the dinner and for everything these last few weeks. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. You’re the best back up, best fake girlfriend, best partner that I could’ve asked for.”

Okay, Sophie has to deep breathe through that. Her throat feels tight. Like, really tight. “Ryan—“

“And I know I’ve leaned on you a lot, but you can lean on me too. You don’t have to act tough, Soph. Not with me. So if you need to cry about your mom, or Jordan, or—“

“Ryan, stop!” Shit. Sophie takes a shuddering breath. By the time she opens her eyes, Ryan still looks wounded. Looks apologetic and frantic like she’s said something wrong. “I am…. God, I am so bad at this.”

“Emotions?”

“Yes! I am much better with the walls up. With, you know, running at a problem, or shooting at it, but….” Sophie takes another deep breath. “You don’t have to thank me for helping you. I like helping you. I like… you.”

Ryan’s eyes widen.

Sophie barrels forward. “I’m sorry. You’re saying all these nice things, and I would really rather be known as more than ‘Ryan Wilder’s friend’ in my fake obituary. I want to go to taco night, and to go on a date that isn’t a back-up plan. I want to go on a date with you. Soon. If possible.”

Ryan stares into the phone. Sophie feels each of those walls rebuilding around her. “Ryan, I swear to God—“

“Whoa, whoa, just —“ Ryan chuckles. Breathless, stunned, brows finally furrowing. “Give a girl a second after you announce your undying love for her.”

“I did not say love—“

“But you were thinking it,” Ryan teases. Great to know her sense of humor is in tact. Sophie nearly had a heart attack, but Ryan’s immediately back to making jokes. “That’s why you said you were my girlfriend last night? You were testing the waters!”

Sophie groans. “Alright, I am not talking to you anymore.”

“Wait, no, Sophie, don’t hang up.” Sophie glares into the phone. Ryan waits until she clearly has Sophie’s full attention to flash the brightest, most blinding smile that Sophie has ever seen. Ryan laughs, and she sits up on her own couch. “You could’ve me told this last night, you know. The night could’ve ended differently.”

“Really?” Sophie’s cynicism and her hopefulness wrap up in a single word.

Ryan rolls her eyes. “Well, not really, I did need to talk to Jada, but — but! I definitely would’ve called you sooner today.”

Sophie narrows her eyes. “And say what?”

“First, I’d thank you for the weirdest first date I’ve ever been on, and then I’d ask you to come over….” Ryan’s voice trails. Sophie’s eyebrows lift suggestively. Ryan finishes her thought. “I’d cook us something without paralytics. No wine, obviously. Ciders maybe?” Sophie nods. “Ciders it is. But it’s getting late now. You know, no time to cook.”

Sophie bristles. “If you don’t want to go out, just say it. I’m a big girl.”

Ryan’s quick to interject. “I want to go out. But I really don’t have time to cook you a nice dinner and get this awful day washed off of me. So, if you’re done panicking, how about you pick up something on your way to the loft?”

Sophie’s stomach grumbles. “Crispy Joe’s?”

Ryan smiles. “Sounds perfect. Okay, I’m gonna hang up and get ready. See you soon?”

Sophie nods. Ryan reaches to end the call, so Sophie jumps up. “Wait!” Ryan startles on her side. Sophie smiles around the flush to her cheeks. “Thanks for calling.”

Ryan’s cheesy ass grin could power the Batmobile. “I said I would, right? You can always trust me.”

“I know. Alright, go. I’ve got wontons to order. Is Mary—”

Ryan shakes her head. “She’s out.”

That sends a shot of heat straight through Sophie. She drops her voice. “So it’s just you and me and Crispy Joe’s wontons?”

The phone’s close enough that Sophie can see Ryan’s eyes shift. Ryan pouts right after. “This is a trap. I’m not falling for it. Get off this phone, and get in the car. I will see you soon. Buh-bye, Sophie!”

“Have a nice shower, Ryan.”

“GOOD BYE!”

They should do calls more often, especially if tonight goes well. Then again, if it goes really well, neither of them will be waiting by the phone tomorrow.

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end author's note: thanks for rocking with me, y'all! please, please subscribe to me on AO3 or follow on here bc life kicks my ass sometimes, so posts don't come regularly. talk to me in the comments, replies, and reblogs! how you feeling?