#can you tell i can't ever keep it short lmao

[theothernads]

𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔 SUMMER: — WHEN THEY TAKE YOU TO THE BEACH — OT7 𐙚 ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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✧₊⁺ SYNOPSIS: The things they would do if the sun was shining, and the only thing on the itenary was going to the beach

ִֶָ࣪☾.pairing: bf!Enha x f!reader ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

✧₊⁺ warnings: suggestive, kissing, innuendos, biting (?), teasing, skinship, swearing so MDNI

word count: 2k+ ₊˚⊹♡

DREAM LIBRARY: 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

ִֶָ࣪☾.[NOTES]: okay, can you believe this was in my drafts since last year?? me either. but, i finally finished it and i am so glad that i did. i lwk giggled whilst writing this. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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LEE HEESEUNG ✧₊⁺

◇beach house, beers by the beach, and sleeping on the sand.

• Heeseung gets SO giggly. Like, he may be the oldest of Enha, but he was born to be the maknae.

• He's literally telling you what shirts to wear, and when you looked at the choices, they looked exactly the same.

"Babe, they're the same," you say. To which Heeseung gives an offended look before holding them 2 inches from your face as if it swayed your decision.

"They're not even the same colour."

"They are."

• Anyway, bro books a little room, beach house thing but it's so impulsive. He just was scrolling and came into the room and was like: "you wanna go to the beach?"

• And you would be like: "Yeah, sure."

• "Good because we're going tomorrow."

• "..."

• So if we skip to the beach day after the panic packing, Heeseung always makes sure to give you the lightest bags before checking into the room.

• And he's so glad it turns out nicer than the price

• I feel like he wouldn't even unpack, he would just wear his shorts and t-shirt with a cooler full of drinks before saying: "let's gaur 😎"

• You made sure to get his headphones instead of earphones, knowing he would definitely lose it.

• Anyways, he sets down the mat, sits with you and is silent only for a few minutes before he's giggling and kissing you all over.

• You have no idea where his burst of energy came from, but he's laying underneath the sun with you, lips planted at the corner of your lips, and it swelled your heart up to the point you were breathless when he was done.

• And then, he's back to being silly as he gets his phone and drags you to the water. You nearly trip, because he's tall as heck, and you can't keep up easily.

• Once in the water, he's taking the most gf pics of you for your Instagram, and you do the same. And right after you give his phone back, he smirks.

• He's defo the type to tackle you into the water.

"Babe."

"Yeah?" You asked whilst examining a shell you found. He didn't reply, and the next thing you know, you're gasping in alarm and screaming when he tugged you to the cool water by your waist.

You couldn't see until your head bobbed above the surface of the water and you rubbed your eyes.

Heeseung was giggling beside you, his pink hair drenched, a wide smile that broke your current glare. But the way his smile darted back at you made your nerves soften. And you weren't truly angry.

"Asshole."

• Anyway, Heeseung apologised but it was an excuse to see you drenched in your swimsuit. He kept that secret to himself though.

• Would defo take pictures underwater, making you take videos of him. And he would take one of you two together, and would attempt to take a video of you and him connecting lips in the salty water.

• But he ended up missing the whole shot because it was way too shaky and there were way too many bubbles lmao.

• Anyway, when you're back in the sand, you're sitting between his legs as he dries your hair with a towel, the sun hitting both you and him as it hits 5 pm.

• But the day isn't over yet- he grabs the cooler and takes out two beers with the softest smile ever filled with tenderness, his hair slicked back, brown eyes staring into yours as if you were the shoreline crashing into his thoughts.

• You and him drank the beer, sensing his sincere gaze on you. He would defo comment how he wants a 2nd one, and you would laugh and tease him about not getting drunk.

"I'm not carrying you if you pass out on the beach." You sigh and look at your boyfriend, who has almost finished eighty per cent of the drink.

"Babe, I'm not going to pass out."

• He's an awful liar because he did end up sleeping on the warm bed of sand.

• So you took the opportunity to buy a bucket and spade, and you dug around his figure.

• Soon enough, Heeseung went to itch his nose but found a gravity weighing his hand in place.

• Bro thought he was in sleep paralysis, but when he opened his eyes, he saw you giggling behind a blue spade, trying to conceal the cheeky grin. And he realised you trapped him underneath heap of sand.

"Really, babe?"

"That's what you get for thinking you would stay awake."

• But all in all, if he slept then, he would be plenty awake for the night (iykyk)

PARK JONGSEONG✧₊⁺

◇big summer hats, heart sunglasses and yapping sessions.

• Jay is the type to just plan.

• He loves planning in a way — but not loud planning, more like planning for what to do in that intimate time you and him have together for the summer. And what other way than...

• The beach!!

• Oh, when I said he's a planner — he is a planner. In fact, he planned it down to the type of specific sunscreen you wear. You didn't mind it because you were slightly incompetent in taking care of yourself sometimes.

• Jay would put you in charge of packing some clothes, bathing suits, and he would plan the food.

• Outside food? Nahhh

• It's Jay food this time. And he wraps them all in pretty foil, packs them in his aesthetic picnic basket.

• That he totally borrowed from you, and didn't order it for himself!!

• You added a bow on it to ease his denial <3

• Anyways the beach!! He picked the perfect day, perfect time.

• You couldn't be more happier! And oh — Jay loved you in your bathing attire, but...

• SUNSCREEN!!! He would pull you back and make sure to put it everywhere.

• When you grumbled about how you didn't need sunscreen that much, he would huff and press soft kisses to your back, shoulders, nape, stomach, and suddenly, you liked applying sunscreen!!.

• And since you were in charge of outfits...

"Jongie!! I got us hats, matching ones!" You exclaimed, digging into the back of the car.

Jay didn't mind it—not until you pulled out some kind of huge, straw-like hats the size of a supreme large pizza. He gaped.

"Babe?"

You just shoved it on his head, and you were both matching, and of course, you took a picture. He was confused in the scene, but you knew he secretly loved it because he didn't take it off. A win is a win.

• Once settled, he doesn't go in the water just yet, but you and him definitely have a sandcastle competition of who can make the most royal castle ever.

• You tried so hard for yours. And he pulled out his own skills, making it smooth, his lips jutted out in small pout of concentration, black hair falling easily over his eyes.

• You found it thoroughly adorable, but, even then, you kept working.

• He won. Like damn. It was insulting. You spent so long doing your one, but he made about 4 castles, perfect shapes, seashells that he popped out of the sand.

• This time, you pouted.

• Jay, being the complete softie, gave a chaste kiss and awarded you the sandcastle Queen. 🤭

"You just made me win because you're smitten," you sighed, crossing your arms as you stared at your lone castle with an empty moat.

Jay chuckled, pulling you into his arms from behind, tucking your head under his chin.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"..."

"No," you mumbled with a hidden smile.

• For the water, he would let you dip yours and his feet in, walking up to the shore until knee deep.

• I don't feel like he wouldn't push you in aggressively, but he would definitely bridal carry you in.

• Even if you said no.

• He would giggle and set you in before joining you, hugging you in the water.

• You would be lying if you said it didn't make you heat up and hide your face into his neck.

• After that, a picnic was needed. So were his glasses.

"Jongie, we're under the umbrella, why are you wearing sunglasses?" You asked, unpacking the picnic with him.

The sound of foil crinkled in the air, and Jay hummed, as if pondering.

"Baby, it's tradition, a canon event—"

"Or, you're old," you interjected, making Jay scoff.

Next thing you knew, he snatched away your sandwich and bit into it.

You, in equal retaliation, tackled him to the ground.

• The food was so delicious. You wanted to eat everything (including him) WHO SAID THAT??

• But, real tradition was having ice cream, so, whilst you and him waited in line, he began expressing his deep love for his all time loved songs.

• Bon Jovi, but how he desired to replicate it with his guitar. Jane, as he called her.

"Jongie, do you have to name your guitars like they're your children?"

"Absolutely. And technically, they're your children as well," he said, so serious that it made you laugh.

"I never realised I embraced motherhood so early." You nudged his side. He, in response, wrapped an arm around your waist, facing you with an easy, but sincere smirk.

"No wonder why you're glowing."

What a flirt.

• Regardless, the day was spent with you and him talking.

• Talking all the way until the sunset appeared and made his skin glow more honey than ever.

• What a perfect way to end the day.

"Jongie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I eat you?"

Jay gave a bewildered chuckle before jokingly offering an arm to you. He didn't expect you to actually bite into his bicep though.

"Wait, why did I like that?"

"Jay!"

SIM JAEYUN✧₊⁺

☾. Sandcastles, ice creams, cannon balls, sweet kisses all around

• Sim Jaeyun. Was. Absolutely. Hyper.

• Summer was here? The first ray of sunshine? He was up and damn ready to get to the beach.

• It was a little spontaneous, but you didn't mind it.

• But, he was enthusiastic. Tomorrow, 9 am get up, 11 am LEAVE ON THE DAMN DOT.

• You thought he was joking. But then...

The blanket was cocooning you into the bed, but did Jake particularly care? Not really.

In an instant, he came to the side of the bed, and YANKED the blanket so hard, you woke up.

Groaning, you tucked your head under your pillow. "Jake, what's the deal?"

"The deal was the beach! It's 9.02 am, and you're not awake," he said, hands on hips, and you could hear the sulk woven in his voice.

"What time did you even wake up?" You mumbled. And he scoffed.

"Literally 9.00. On the dot," he said, making you glance up. He was in his robe, as if he showered, with damp hair. You raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you dressed? Did you not brush your teeth?"

"Multi-tasked," he answered simply. And, you think he brushed his teeth in the shower as well.

• Once you did get up for the beach, he blasted some songs, literally jumping in his drivers seat.

• You were convinced he would stop at the side of the highway when a certain part came. He didn't.

• Yet.

• Anyway. The beach was slightly busy, but Jake was so passionate, carrying all the bags for about 10 minutes until the perfect spot appeared.

• You're glad he didn't make you carry much. You're still his pretty princess after all 😞🩷

• When you did find the spot, he literally dropped everything and swam to the ocean.

• You couldn't stop him. Because he literally jumped into the water, clothes on and all.

• You gaped, but you couldn't restrain him. Not when he bobbed his head up the water and grinned like he had experienced something he yearned for.

• After setting up the picnic place yourself with a blanket, he got out, literally shook his head like a dog.

• And then, sandcastle wars!!

• You were determined. If his passion was getting up on time, yours was getting a perfect land for your castle.

• Except, yours looked so pretty with the shells, sticks, seaweed.

• And his?

• Looked like a sad excuse of a hut💔.

• So, he broke yours.

As you happily patted about the sandcastle's exterior, you felt a presence behind you, like a shadow. With a slow turn, you met his gaze.

"Yes..?"

"Let me help you," he said with a smile that was too sweet to be true. Even then, his smile broke your defences, and you nodded.

Biggest mistake.

As soon as he got the spade to pat with you, he just happened to pat too hard, causing a few thousand cracks to appear.

And then, it absolutely broke. Along with your seashells. And sticks. And seaweed. Your shoulders slumped, a tide of desolation washing over you within a second.

"Jake..." you whined, hitting his shoulder so hard he fell back into the sad, laughing.

But with your genuine pout and dejected gaze, how could he just laugh.

With a tender hug, he engulfed you from the side, pressing kisses to your cheeks, jaw, neck until you let a smile curl at your lips.

"There's my girl... I'm sorry," he said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

• Now, was pictures. Whilst you rebuilt your sandcastle, he took about a thousand too many pictures.

• You told him to stop. But he shook his head, saying you looked way too adorable and amazing.

• You think it was an excuse to just pics of you in a bathing suit. He could just say it.

• It's not like he's full of shame 🤡🥀

• For the rest of the afternoon, you and him took selfies with filters, silly ones and cute ones.

• And the best ones were when you saw his grin light up your damn phone. As if his smile was the treasure locked inside your phone only for you to see.

• And, of course, ice cream!!

• You had a classic vanilla cone whilst he had an ice lolly. It was so refreshing, especially after that very unfair sandcastle war.

• Though, you caught him staring, calculating something before he shyly smiled.

"What?" You asked with a huff of laughter. Jake shook his head, lips wrapped around the lolly. But you knew he was scheming inside that gorgeous brain of his.

"You can just say it, you know?" You said again, making him turn.

His brown eyes glinted, sparking before he held the lolly away from his mouth, and advanced to you with deliberate slowness and a sly grin. Butterflies tickled your belly, but you pursed your lips and didn't move.

"Don't move, okay?" He demanded softly. You nodded, and he took the chance to lean in, so close. When he was a breath away, he connected his lips to yours, and you couldn't help but deepen it.

Jake was swift, but thorough, and you felt the tip of his tongue swipe the corner of your lips. You flinched. And he just giggled.

"You had ice cream on your face."

"You couldn't be normal about it?"

"No."

You rolled your eyes but saw him cringe all of a sudden, as if he tasted something else. When he turned to you, it was in horror.

"I think I ate sand."

PARK SUNGHOON✧₊⁺

☾. Comfortable, mutual, sunbathing, sunglasses.

• When the beach idea was proposed, it was when you saw a tiktok.

• Whilst in bed, you turned to Sunghoon, who was on his own phone, and asked him: "beach plan this week?"

• And, without sparing a glance, he pursed his lips. "Yeah. Sure."

• And that was it. Tbh, that is how it always is. Sunghoon is very blunt about it, but his cutesy couple side comes out later.

• You know? When he's wrapped around you like a cocoon in bed? Legs and arms thrown over you like you're the sausage pillow. 🤨

• And he had that pouty lips, hair falling over his face.

• You don't mind it.

• Anyway. Planning was quite swift and neat. Bet, he already had a beach bag with designated spaces for sunscreen, sunglasses, towels and a separate one for drinks and food.

• He insists on packing your bag as well. Separate bags, neat, organised.

• You packed the snacks, though, and even then, he came and packed it all in for you.

"Hoonie, I can do it myself," you protested as he gently steered you to the stool, and took over. When you said that, he put a finger to your lips, and you raised both eyebrows in stunned shock.

"Baby, just let me do this, yeah?"

Ugh, he used that soft tone that always hypnotised you, and made you listen to him. You immediately let him, and well, who could resist a soft-spoken Sunghoon?

Absolutely no one.

• And off you went.

• The car wasn't completely silent. He listened, you talked. You talked, he listened.

• Music played and he sang his lungs out like an eighty year old man recalling the first moment he heard said song.

• You recorded him. Don't tell him. It's blackmail material, duh.

• And, at the beach, he let you find the spot and agreed, followed like the lovesick fool he was.

• He helped you set the blanket, umbrellas, and stood behind you as you crouched in your swimsuit.

• As much as he admired every inch of your skin, he didn't want other people to stare.

• How rude of those people 😞💥

• So, he was your shield as you fixed the umbrellas and towels. What a man!!

• The water was something you and him left last. For now, you and him laid down, you on his bicep and he purposely flexed them.

• You smiled, and closed your eyes, feeling nothing but the murmured conversations, the sun beaming on yours and his skin, and his hand idly playing with your hair.

"Hoonie?".

He hummed in gentle acknowledgement. You snuggled closer to his side, making him smile silently.

"I'm glad we came," you said over the crashes of the waves on the shores. Sunghoon felt himself melt into the ground.

"I'm glad you're here," he mumbled. You peeked an eye open at the warm words, blaming the tingles from the sun.

"Me, too."

"Nah, I said it first. I win," he interjected, totally breaking the sentimental moment. You scoffed, shoving him in the side softly.

"It's not a competition." You huffed with slight laughter.

"Don't care. I made the rules. And my rules say that I love you more than you could ever love me." He closed his eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

You can't believe he oh so casually admitted the love he held for you. Or that he thinks that you didn't have the same amount of colossal love for him. Honestly, if you could measure your own devotion in the form of the ocean, it would dry up instantly.

"Love you more." You tried again, seeing his smirk.

"Nope. Denied."

• After that, the water was so perfect.

• He tentatively got in after you waded through quite a good distance, until the water swallowed your torso.

• Worried as always, Sunghoon grew protective and literally came to your unneeded rescue.

• He literally hooked hands around your waist, and you giggled.

• Until you looked at him. His skin sparkling with droplets, adorning him as if the ocean had personally given him jewellery to accentuate his features.

• Blushing under your gaze, Sunghoon simply looked away, slightly timid.

"What?" He asked lowly. You saw the shyness bubbling inside his eyes.

"Don't you think you're just... amazing? How could I not stare at you, Hoon?" You exclaimed, hands around his nape as if you were explaining a crisis to him.

"Baby, it's not that deep," he reassured with an amused smirk. You shook your head as if he didn't understand. Which, he didn't. He didn't understand how you could just eat him up, and then preserve him inside your lungs and flowing cells.

"You're so handsome, it's annoying."

"You don't find it annoying when we're in bed though—"

"Sunghoon!" You covered his mouth with your hand, eyes wide whilst he chuckled.

• After the water, he dried you off before he did so himself. He dried your hair, arms, legs.

• Well, he couldn't resist the affectionate pat to your thigh.

• How could you blame him?

• You found him so handsome, but he found you absolutely... delectable.

• Vampire fr. 💪🏼👹

• Did you know how much he had to resist from biting your thighs? Nope.

• So, when you yelped and hugged your knees with another stunned silence, he just shrugged, as if so normal

• And he gave no explanation to that.

• And you just accepted it.

"What was that for? I'm not a boxing pillow thing—"

He began laughing at your description. "You're cute, baby."

Soft-spoken Sunghoon came out, and you just let him, letting him consume your heart whole.

KIM SUNOO✧₊⁺

☾. Sunsets, gossip, playful swims, strolls through the beach.

• Now, Sunoo is honestly the type to want to plan this day for weeks or smth. He checks the forecast every day.

• You think it's helpful, and you know his intuition is correct

• He is the sunshine himself.

• So, when he suggested the date, it was about 2 weeks away AND you would be staying at a nearby Ar BnB.

• And Sunoo wanted some food, he wanted sweets, he wants MEMORIES. And he will make them.

• No doubt 💥‼️‼️

• He picks a specific beach, definitely from a tiktok, definitely a place where pictures could be taken, and somewhere chill af.

• Heck, even the Air BnB was so minimalistic but perfect for just the two of you to hide away and cherish each other with nothing by the waves crashing in the distance.

• So, the beach in question was nearly empty. When you asked him how tf he found it, he just smiled and steered you to the beach.

• He helped you set up the picnic, but if your hair got messy, he would pull hair clips outta nowhere.

"Where did you get these?" You asked as he slipped the clips in to hold your hair away from attacking your own face. He just giggled with that beaming smile of his.

"Magic. I just have it as inventory," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. You shook your head with a small smile.

Except, you saw the black pearly clip he used and raised an eyebrow.

"Those are mine, aren't they?"

"Yeah."

"And you told me you i must have misplaced them?"

"... Yeah..?"

• Now, the whole day started with water.

• The logic?

• Tire yourselves out and then be rewarded with food, with something sweet — ice creams, sundaes, whatever.

• The water... was a moment 😃

• He got one of those ridiculous ass toy guns and kept hitting you with the water.

• So you, in return, got under the water and pulled him down.

• Cue dolphin ahh scream 🐬

• No, but after drying up, Sunoo would cherish you wholeheartedly.

• Drying your hair, heck, offering privacy by holding the towel and hinting compliments whilst you quickly dried off and changed.

• Obviously, you would swat his arm, but he said sorry.

• But he didn't mean it LMAO💀

• And pictures? Don't get him started. He thought it would be funny to put a time-lapse of you and him eating.

• It was nothing aesthetic unless you want to count the amount of times you and him stopped talking just to eat.😭

• Sandcastles and faces in the sand were a MUST. Smiley, angry, love heart faces were printed into the sand, showing the stamp of your love for each other.

• The real night began when people left at sunset.

• But you and him?

• That was the star moment.

• Up on the cliffs, where the barricades were, you and Sunoo stayed with the blanket, talking.

• Talking about literally everything!

• How you love the beach, or the ice cream flavour, or even that you were grateful to even be out.

• He would not interrupt even once.

"And then — hey, are you listening?" You asked, suddenly aware he was just staring at you as he hugged his knees. Sunoo, smitten as heck, simply nodded with that soft smile, the type of smile where it made you rethink why you hadn't met him earlier.

"Why aren't you... commenting? Did I break you?" You inquired again with a grin, staring into his amber eyes.

"You could never break me, my love," he said with a shake of the head. "I mean, sometimes you do when you try and spoon me in bed—"

"Shh! We don't need to talk about that!" You said, laughing as you cupped his mouth, utterly close to him. He connected his hands with your waist and leaned into your chest, listening to the rhythmic heartbeats.

"I don't mind it," he commented from under your hand, even placing a kiss to your palm. A tingle hit your chest, and you bit your lips from smiling too hard.

• Along with gossip sessions, he loved taking photos of the moon!

• The moon was well in the sky and he couldn't miss the opportunity.

• And well, when he was in the pose to take a picture, the breeze swept over him as if knew he was a Prince.

• You were enamoured. Whilst distracted, you got your own phone, snapping a picture of him.

• In your photo, the sun was taking a photo of the moon.

YANG JUNGWON✧₊⁺

☾.Teasing, sandcastles, writing messages in the sand, night walks...

• Jungwon was... excited.

• Ever since you planned it, he kept singing it randomly

• You know, adding his own lyrics to random tunes, voice cracks, and passionate.

• You didn't question it.

• Heck, planning to find the space to stay for a day or so was hard.

• He kept scrolling, adding to wishlist, scrolling, adding to wishlist. You were there for 2 hours and ended up with 50 rooms to choose from😮‍💨.

"Jungwon, shut up for, like, a minute—"

"Nah, look at this! There's a pool! We could—"

"Then, what's the point of the beach!?" You exclaimed with a huff of laughter. Jungwon gave a sour look, hooking a hand over your stomach and pulling you close with the laptop in hand.

"It's the vibe," he replied, kissing your neck. You giggled and shook your head.

"Look, how about we get a room with a room, TV, kitchen and a view?"

Silence.

And then: "yeah, sounds good."

• On the day, he was helping you out, buckling you in, putting the beach bags in the back.

• Off you went.

• As soon as you got into the room, you and him dashed with all the essentials.

• You and him applied sunscreen to each other, and he lowkey was smirking as you applied some to his neck.

• You just gave a 🤨⁉️.

• And he shrugged, applying sunscreen to the side of your legs since you were knelt between his legs. "Nothing..."

• Okay. Well.

• The scheming came to light when you were in the water, getting the doughnut floaty and all ready.

• Unbeknownst to you, one second you were standing on your two feet, and the next?

• You felt his hand coil around his ankle and pull you in. And you shrieked.

• When you bobbed your head above the water, you splashed him so hard, he had a mouthful of saltwater.

• And he did not mind. Lmao😭

• He even thanked you.

• Freak.

• It turned into a splashing competition, and then a hugging competition (?) where after he blinded you with water, he hugged you, spun you around in the water and dove both of you in again.

• Now, both of you were full of saltwater 🩷

• Once those shenanigans were done, you and him made sandcastles.

• Having only one bucket and spade, he didn't have the heart to compete, so together, you made one.

• And you got water, seashells, and a stick.

• You stuck on the decor, and he would obviously video your utter concentration, finding it adorably ridiculous.

• Says him.

• Because right after, he was drawing a love heart around said sandcastles, making sure the point was symmetrical.

• Talk about adorably ridiculous and being a SIMP😹.

"The love heart looks good, Won," you said, coming up behind him hunched over the ground.

He didn't reply, but kept focusing on the area under the heart, fingers meticulously carving in some words. Curious, you looked over his shoulder and melted.

"JW+Y/n's abode".

When he saw your pouty lips and endeared gaze, he just held you close.

"We'll get a home one day. As big as this with no neighbours," he said into your shoulder. You raised an eyebrow and met his eyes over yourself.

"No neighbours—?"

"So you want people hearing us—?"

You cupped his mouth and glared, but he started laughing as if he didn't hit you with embarrassment.

• Oh, the real moment begins as soon as the moon is high, and the people were gone.

• At around 9 am, he is handing you an ice cream, and debriefing with you.

• Oh gosh, he could hear you yap for hours. And he would be so attentive that he noticed the ice cream about to melt.

• So, he would guide it to your lips. You thanked him before graciously continuing your yap session.

• Oh, both of you yap so hard. He's having his ice cream, vanilla, classic.

• And he'll say random stuff like: "if vanilla was a vegetable or fruit, I feel like it would be a fruit that grows from trees."

• And you would pat his head like "okay <3".

• Those beach walks are the damn best.

The beach was dark, the sea crashing as always. And Jungwon came back after throwing away the ice creams. And he hooked his hands around your waist, pulling you in.

"You wanna taste my ice cream?"

"How? You just threw it away?" You asked, laughing again from his randomness. Jungwon shrugged, pulling you flush against him.

"Like this," he said lowly before kissing you with a perfect fit, deep and moving. You clutched his arms, and he groaned.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dazed, blonde hair fluffy in the breeze. You shakily breathed.

"Jungwon?"

"Yeah, lovey?"

"I didn't taste the ice cream," you admitted, looking at those warm eyes of his. He scoffed and pecked your nose.

"You wanna go again?"

"Oh yeah, for sure."

NISHIMURA RIKI✧₊⁺

☾. Floaties, frisbee games, salty kisses, boyfie pics.

• Lowkey, he wanted to go to the beach, but now he's the one that doesn't even get up.

• You stormed into the room, wearing your pretty summer outfit over your swimsuit, and now — this bear of a boy is snoring away🥀.

• So, there is only one thing to do.

• Jump him.

• He literally jolted awake and yelled so loud in that deep voice of his.

• But you didn't get off. You stayed on until he was repeatedly hitting the mattress.

• You win.

• To avoid getting jumped in the first place, he got up with those duck ahh lips pouting at you🐥.

• But he saw your impatient glare and he got up

• He can't be bothering his Queen, you know?

• So, since you packed the last bits, he carried it into the car and all.

• And the car ride?

• It was blasting music. And you had to admit, your goof of a boyfriend had impeccable taste 😫.

• The drivers definitely looked at the car and judged. Or admired.

• Anyway, getting to the beach, he was RACING you. As if it was a competition.

• It totally wasn't.

• Well, until you found the spot and got there faster since you carried less things.

• He just stuck a tongue out at you.

"Cheat," he yelled to you as you laughed at the chosen spot.

"You were the one that didn't want me carrying them," you reminded him, to which he didn't have an argument back.

"Touché."

Next time, he would remind himself to make you carry at least one bag. He totally will remember.

No, he won't. He's too smitten.

• Okay, so, setting up, he found the frisbee and without even saying anything, both you and him got into position.

• It was fun for the most part. You tried to catch him out by throwing the object down low. He would do a dramatic football dive whilst you just laughed at his face.

• But.

• With his tall ass height, whenever he threw it, the frisbee would fly way overhead.

• It wouldn't be a problem.

• Well, it wasn't until it hit a man into the back of the head.

• You ducked so fast out of view that it left a flustered Riki to tend to himself. And apologise to said man.

• No more frisbee games😮‍💨.

• Water it is!

• Riki, being impulsive, literally bought those thick floatie thing where you could sit on it.

• So, he wanted to 'graciously' put you on it first.

• But that mischievous glint didn't go unnoticed.

• Unfortunately, it was too late. He flipped over the floatie and, in turn, you as well. You yelped as the water engulfed you.

• Once you rubbed your eyes and hair away, you literally began to chase him.

• Curse him and his long legs and giggles. Despite having salt in your eyes and mouth, you couldn't help but smile.

• His laughter brought a flutter right down to your chest. And his blonde hair would be sticking out all over the place like a messy toddler.

• But, seeing you all far away, he decided he would go to you.

• And then, he would hug you from behind, swinging you about and man, you felt so warm with his arms around you.

• Safe. Secure.

"What if I cannon ball both of us right now, like, in a second?" He said as he tightened his grip, breath hitting your right ear. You scoffed.

"I would drown you," you replied with feigned hostility. Riki whistled.

"Wait, that's kinda hot—"

"Riki, what the fu—"

Too late. He took that personally and swung both of you into the water, but all that time you tried to resurface, he made sure to keep those safe hands of his around your waist.

Once your head bobbed above the cool water, he knew you were about to scold and whine at him, so he did what any whipped boyfriend would do.

He shut you up with a kiss. Which worked because he physically felt your muscles loosen, your breath hitch, and your hands to lock around his nape.

It was salty but everything about it was sweet. Ironically.

When he pulled away, you smiled as if you had rebooted your whole system. He adored that look.

"Riki?"

"Yeah?"

"Our floatie is floating away."

"WHAT?!"

• He swam all the way to get it back. This time, he made you sit on it, promising not to flip you over.

• Promise kept. For once.

• After that, ice cream and food galore. He shared his food with you even though you had your own ice cream.

• It was a thing — sharing with each other.

• He would give you his and then stare at you, as if he was seeing you for the first time again.

• You just gave a look of bewilderment before giving back his ice cream. And he would literally eat from the same place you did.

• What a freak. And flirt.

• But how can you resist. You literally had to get your phone to capture scrumptious photos of him.

• Honey skin, damp hair pushed back, those sharp eyes of his glittering as he stared out at the horizon.

• Perfect.

• He was your boyfriend? Wtf 😫 how??

• It's funny you thought that because he was thinking the same thing.

• "My girlfriend?? No way??🫠⁉️"

"Riki?" You said as you and him laid on the blanket, head on his bicep. He hummed in response, his deep fluttering through your chest again.

"It was fun today," you said softly. And he literally had to resist the urge to squeeze your cute ass head. Instead, he just rolled so he could wrap his other hand around your waist too.

"I'm glad. I had fun, too. I always do with you."

"Aw, is Mr. Nishimura getting soft right now?" You teased, kissing his chin. He scrunched his face up, as if it pained him to hear that.

"No way. Just uh..." He mumbled again, making you giggled.

"Just what?"

"Just shut up." He threatened gently. You shrugged.

"Or what? What you gonna do—"

And he kissed you again to shut you up. Totally worked.

Your brain rebooted and you forgot what you were about to say. Riki smirked and pulled back as you just huffed.

"You're annoying, I hate you."

"I love you, too."

"WAIT, YOU JUST SAID—"

"Don't ruin the moment!"

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ִֶָ࣪☾.[NOTES]: thank you sm for reading this far <3 pls let me know if you guys found it funny and accurate!! Thanks for reading!

REBLOGS+ LIKES, COMMENTS are appreciated

[pokemonblack3white3]

HI OMG

Okay first getting this out of the way: I LOVE when people use my ideas literally anybody is free to take them and do whatever the fuck they want with them. I don't care how far it diverged from my original vision if you want Drayton as part of this family instead of being an aloof jackass or give her a redemption arc EEL FREE. If you want Drayton as Ingo's kid instead of Andrea's or to use any of your other headcanons for this family instead of mine GO CRAZY!!!! Tear the Canon I have created to shreds until it is UNRECOGNIZABLE!!!! Like yeah I'm pretty attached to some ideas for this au but if you want to veer all the way back to Drayton and Sylas being the heroes of truths and ideals I'd love to see how far you can take this. I've always been of the opinion that the best part of fandom is collaborating and sharing and expanding on ideas, regardless of if that's through dissecting canon or extreme fanonization to the point of complete bastardization. Like I'm so serious if anybody EVER wants to take my headcanons or aus and do their own thing with them go right the hell ahead. I mean like obviously don't repost my fics or art but I think y'all get what I mean. You guys can copy my homework just change it up a bit so the teacher can't tell.

I am DEEPLY invested in this unforgivably problematic toxic yaoi thing you've got going on here you had me hooked as soon as you mentioned Drayden on a leash (but those conversations are probably better saved for incredibly private channels with friends who already know the way I am lmao). In a more appropriate tone for discussion here I love exploring different kinds of relationships and how they impact dynamics and individual characters, it's why I try and make every au version of a character as different as I can to really spice things up (ie: Grey au Dietes making amends with her family and finding her own path, Blast to the Past au Drayton fulfilling the expectations of his family but only completely absent of their influence, currently unnamed Bad End au Drayton desperately rejecting her family and becoming a workaholic). Ghetsis is a little harder to do stuff like that with and still keep him in-character or interesting at all, but finding new characters to play off him is always so !!!!!!!!!!!! to me. Drayden isn't one I've considered before but it genuinely makes so much sense to hold them up next to each other.

So clarifying something in my canon of the au so far (plans may change but. For now), Iris and the resistance finally stage a full-scale attack against Team Plasma because Amarys tips them off that Sylas is alive, as well as filling them in on some important stuff about the base so they could actually get inside and have a fighting chance. This is all full ensemble attack so every member of the resistance and then some (Lacey, Drayton, Kieran) are here. Epic final battle stuff. Lacey is here because fuck Team Plasma, and Drayton and Kieran are here because they desperately need to get out of Unova after an incident I won't get super into right now (it sees like it may direactly interfere with an idea you've brought up and I very much want to see where this is going without me playing referee too much, but the long and short of it is that Drayton killed a member of Team Plasma) and Iris was the only one who could help them. She said she would but only if she could borrow Pecharunt's power for their raid. Anyways this is when the hero of ideals Iris and hero of truth Amarys thing happens but again do what you will with that. I believe that's what you were wondering about earlier?? Sorry if I misread what was unclear.

I think if I've got anything to add it's definitely from the angle of some of the characters you haven't discussed here. Specifically Amarys, Keys (my OC, adopted son of one of the Shadow Triad who I'm officially folding into this au), and Sora ( @purgatory-is-life 's OC I'll tag them in case xe wants to add on), since those three would be closest to Drayden.

So Amarys is having an internal struggle with being a part of Team Plasma, and Sylas helps push her over the edge to betray them. Drayden would ABSOLUTELY play a ton into this in this sidebar au, especially as Amarys would probably be one of the few people Drayden is ever really consistently around. Even then, though, Amarys probably has even less access to him than Sylas, with Ghetsis being so protective over his prize. It has to kill Drayden to see Amarys grow up in this environment, especially with how close in age she is to Drayton. Amarys tries to show kindness to him in her own stilted way, and as an expert in showing kindness in somewhat awkward, unconventional ways, Drayden understands. If Drayden makes it through to the other side, Amarys feels guilty as hell about the part she played in what happened to Drayden. She would stumble around him so much.

Sora is a Hisuian Zoroark pretending to be human, a fact that only Colress knows (and like maybe Ghetsis but Amarys definitely doesn't). Sora and Amarys are siblings of a sort, and Sora hangs off Amarys like a leech because she's the only person they feel halfway safe around. I'll wait to see if Void has any input on this, but I can only imagine how terrified Sora would feel seeing Drayden's treatment, thinking how that could happen to it if Colress ever got bored of him or Sora ever let down his illusion.

As for Keys, being taken out of an abusive situation by one of the Shadow Triad when he was young, he has an undying and obsessive loyalty to them, the same that they hold for Ghetsis. Keys genuinely considers Team Plasma his family and would do anything for them. He does have a moral compass, but he's become very adept at slapping a sticky note over the needle whenever he needs to "protect his family". He is FAR less remorseful than Amarys or Sora about all this bullshit, and though he thinks Drayden's treatment is in incredibly poor taste, if Ghetsis wants a war prize to show off that's his right as their leader. He feels bad for the guy and won't cause him harm if he doesn't have to, but of the three he's definitely the worst with Drayden and a very genuine obstacle to Drayden or even Sylas getting the hell out of there (Keys also considers Amarys and Sylas family, but dad's orders come first . He ABSOLUTELY draws the line at hurting either of them but he's got no qualms with restraining them and/or putting them in timeout). He's pretty similar in age to Amarys here, maybe a year or two older.

Anyways those are a few of my thoughts! Hope I added something interesting to the discussion (:

I love sidebar AUs.. one that’s been plaguing me is the idea of a sidebar AU of the Bad End AU where Drayden actually lives

Could you imagine the angst

Realizing Drayton has become a snitch, completely removing herself from any association with family

Realizing Sylas has joined Team Plasma on false promises and lies, losing a decent amount of sanity and pressed under their thumbs

Confronting either of them and missing the recognition of the family he once knew. His own grandkids gone. He himself is too weak to march up to Ghetsis and break his spine for what he’s done.

Getting reports that Sylas just paces and talks to himself. Not getting any feedback on Drayton whatsoever.

Drayden is a family man. Taking his family from him is worse than taking his life, the worst form of torture you could place upon him. Ghetsis relishes in it.

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For the ask game .... Sorry for being anonymous ! Just a bit shy to start chatting but I'd love to get to know u more u seem cool <3 :))

🍓💙🔎🧡🍐

Hi nonny :) thanks for the ask! And no need to apologize that's what the anon option is for 🫶

🍓 favorite food

Fruits!! I love fruits! Can't ever be without fruits. I also love thai and mexican food.

💙 do you have any siblings?

I do, I have a younger brother!

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and Merlin, also Cody. Welp lol

🧡 what is your sexuality?

Biromantic asexual but I just go by queer most of the time.

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

I was gonna say Obi-Wan because that man really needs a hug but I think he'd kill himself trying to fix our world lol. Also then I remembered my husband. Peeta Mellark :)

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#the entitlement i see on this site sometimes is disgusting #y'all will just post about having easy access to lembas when we can't eats hobbit food??? #we must starve??? #vent #do not rb

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I've talked a lot about this already on this blog, but I want to have everything collected in one post so next time some dipshit with a white hand icon slides into my inbox to call me a liar I can just link to this post. tl;dr grima wormtongue has been poisoning my uncle and the land of rohan for the past few years, and here are the receipts:

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4.5/5 stars

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[solxamber]

"Requests are open-"

The sound of my feet frantically hitting the floor can be heard from a great distance away—

I've been following for a few months & all your posts make me giggle or smile, my coworkers probably think I'm crazy at this point, lmao.

For the request!! I was hoping to see if you could write the Overblot boys' (tho if possible, subbing Trey in for Riddle) reaction to finding out the reader— who is known for being touch-averse— finds him to be a comfort person & noticing that they get really touchy around him as a means for comfort. I had it in mind as being romantic, but pre-feelings realized cuz I live for the yearning & squirmy crush phase stuff, it's so sweet.

All of them are touch-starved, you can't tell me otherwise.

— 🐈‍⬛ ♡

Ahh I'm so glad you like my work omg <3 I'm so glad they made you smile 🫶🫶

I've also kept Riddle and added in Trey, I hope that's fine!

Overblot Gang + Trey Being your Comfort Person

Riddle Rosehearts

When you unexpectedly reach out and grab Riddle’s sleeve during a quiet walk through Heartslabyul’s rose garden, he stiffens like you’ve hit him with a stun spell. His gaze flicks from your hand to your face, his cheeks blooming a crimson that rivals the roses around him.

At first, he assumes it’s accidental, but when your fingers remain firmly gripping his arm as if seeking reassurance, his brain short-circuits.

You’re known for keeping your distance from others, so this gentle touch feels monumental to him. Later, when he learns that you see him as a comfort, his heart aches in a way that’s both exhilarating and terrifying. They trust me like that? he thinks, and suddenly every shared moment feels heavier with meaning.

The next time you casually rest your hand on his shoulder during a meeting, Riddle doesn’t shy away. Instead, he adjusts his posture ever so slightly, allowing your touch to linger. His ears burn as he stumbles over his words, but deep down, he’s elated.

He’s never been someone’s safe haven before, and he’ll do everything in his power to protect that bond, even as his stomach flips at every accidental brush of your hand.

Trey Clover

Trey’s observant nature makes it impossible for him to miss the way you’ve grown more touchy around him. At first, it’s subtle—the occasional tug on his sleeve or a gentle nudge when he’s teasing you—but when you lean against his arm one evening after a long day, his mind comes to a screeching halt.

He keeps his composure, of course, because it’s Trey. But inside? He’s a mess of confusion and delight.

The realization hits him when you unconsciously cling to him during a particularly chaotic Scarabia dinner. Others are bustling around, and you seek him out, your fingers brushing his wrist as if grounding yourself. He hides his smile behind a sip of water, warmth spreading in his chest.

Trey wonders why you feel so at ease with him when you’re so cautious around others. But when you nervously explain one day that he makes you feel safe, his heart swells.

“That’s a lot of trust to put in me,” he teases gently, though he’s secretly over the moon. When you start leaning against his shoulder more often, Trey welcomes it with a soft chuckle, letting his hand brush yours in quiet reassurance.

Leona Kingscholar

The first time you plop yourself beside Leona on one of the lounge’s sprawling couches, sitting far closer than you normally do, he barely raises an eyebrow. But when your shoulder brushes against his, and you don’t immediately move away like everyone else seems to around him, his ear flicks in surprise. Leona’s no stranger to physical contact—mostly unwelcome—but this? This is new.

It doesn’t take long for him to realize you’re touch-averse with everyone else. When you casually rest your head against his arm after a particularly exhausting day, Leona pauses mid-yawn, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks down at you. He doesn’t say anything at first, just observes the way your usually guarded self seems to relax around him.

“You got a habit of using me as your personal pillow, herbivore?” he finally drawls, smirking lazily to hide the strange warmth blooming in his chest.

When you shrug and mutter something about him being comfortable, Leona pretends to scoff, but the slight twitch of his tail gives him away. He’s never been anyone’s comfort before, and while he doesn’t admit it, the thought fills him with a quiet pride.

From then on, he doesn’t push you away. Instead, he adjusts himself so you can lean against him more comfortably, his tail wrapping loosely around your ankle like it has a mind of its own.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul nearly drops the pen he’s holding the first time you rest your hand lightly on his arm. He freezes in his seat at the Mostro Lounge, blinking rapidly as if trying to process what just happened. You’re careful about personal space—he’s noticed that much—so this sudden display of trust leaves him flustered beyond belief.

“Ah, are you feeling alright?” he stammers, his face quickly turning pink.

You wave off his concern, but the touch lingers. Azul spends the rest of the day overanalyzing the moment. What does it mean? Do they… no, surely not.

It happens again the next time you visit the lounge. You sit closer than usual, your knees brushing his under the table as you casually chat.

Azul tries to focus on the conversation, but his brain is fixated on the way you seem so comfortable around him. When he learns that you find him comforting, Azul’s heart skips a beat.

He tries to play it cool, but the truth is, he’s thrilled. You trust him, and that trust feels far more valuable than any deal he’s ever made. The next time you reach out, Azul doesn’t flinch. Instead, he lets your fingers linger on his sleeve, savoring the quiet warmth of your touch.

Jamil Viper

Jamil is used to people keeping their distance, intentionally or otherwise. His sharp gaze and composed demeanor tend to put others on edge. That’s why, the first time you rest a hand on his shoulder during one of his endless tasks for Scarabia, he’s so stunned that he almost drops the tray he’s carrying.

He glances at you, his eyes searching for an explanation, but you look completely at ease. He doesn’t say anything then, not wanting to scare you off, but his heart races. You—someone who shies away from physical contact—trust him enough to reach out like this?

Later, when you lean against him as he writes up another set of schedules, Jamil tentatively shifts to give you more room. “You alright?” he murmurs, his voice quieter than usual.

You hum in response, your cheek brushing his shoulder as you explain, “You just make me feel at ease.”

Jamil stiffens, his breath catching in his throat. No one has ever said that to him before, not with such sincerity. A faint blush dusts his cheeks as he tries to play it cool, though his mind is whirling. For the first time, he feels like someone sees beyond the role he’s forced to play.

From then on, he doesn’t mind when you’re touchy around him. If anything, he finds himself leaning into your presence, your comfort becoming his safe haven as well.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is accustomed to people admiring him from afar, hesitant to step too close. That’s why your sudden physical closeness catches him off guard. The first time you link arms with him during a walk, his eyes widen slightly, but he quickly composes himself, tilting his head to glance at you.

“Getting bold, aren’t we?” he teases, his tone light, though his heart skips a beat.

You roll your eyes but don’t let go, and Vil notices the way your shoulders relax beside him. It’s subtle, but the realization dawns on him: you trust him enough to seek comfort in his presence. The thought fills him with a warmth he doesn’t often let himself indulge in.

Later, when you rest your head on his shoulder during a quiet moment in the Pomefiore common room, Vil sets down his script, his gaze softening. “You’ve been awfully touchy lately,” he remarks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You meet his eyes, your expression open and unguarded. “That’s because you’re comforting,” you say simply, and Vil’s breath catches.

For a moment, he’s silent, his mind racing. He knows he can be demanding and difficult, yet here you are, finding solace in him. Gently, he rests a hand over yours, his grip firm yet tender. “Just don’t expect me to always be this lenient,” he says, though the slight tremor in his voice betrays how deeply your words have affected him.

Idia Shroud

Idia nearly has a heart attack the first time you casually lean against his shoulder during a gaming session. He goes completely still, his hair lighting up like a neon sign as his mind races. What do I do? Do I move? Is this a test? Oh, no, what if I’m sweating?!

When you don’t move away, he risks a glance at you. You’re focused on the screen, completely unbothered, and Idia feels like his circuits are going to fry.

It happens again a few days later when you sit closer than usual, your knee brushing against his. Idia freezes, trying to figure out if you’ve noticed. By the third time, when you casually rest your head on his shoulder, he can’t take it anymore.

“Uh, y-you okay?” he stammers, his voice cracking as he sneaks a glance at you.

You smile softly, your tone light. “Yeah. You’re just… comfortable.”

Idia’s brain short-circuits. Comfortable? Me? His insecurities rear their ugly heads, whispering that you’ve made a mistake, that surely someone else would be better. But when you stay by his side, leaning into him like he’s your anchor, those voices quiet.

He hesitates before awkwardly patting your hand, his touch hesitant but earnest. For the first time, he allows himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you mean it.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is delighted yet utterly confused the first time you rest your hand lightly on his arm during a quiet evening stroll. Physical affection is rare for him—he’s so often regarded with fear or reverence—but you seem unbothered by his stature, your touch grounding and sincere.

The next time, it’s even more unexpected. You loop your arm through his as you walk through the woods near Ramshackle, leaning slightly into him. Malleus’s breath hitches, his heart racing. He doesn’t want to scare you away, so he says nothing, though his tail twitches with restrained excitement.

When you rest your head against his shoulder as he tells you about his day, he finally dares to ask, “Child of man, is there a reason you’ve been so… affectionate as of late?”

You glance up at him, your eyes warm. “You’re comforting,” you say simply, and Malleus feels the ground shift beneath his feet.

For someone who has been lonely for so long, your words are a balm to his soul. He places a hand over yours, his touch gentle yet possessive. “If I bring you comfort, then I consider myself fortunate,” he says softly, though his heart feels like it’s about to burst.

From then on, Malleus treasures every touch you offer, each one a reminder that he is no longer alone.

Masterlist

[brights-place]

I loved your fanfic with an innocent reader. Now do it with Sanzu, Rindou and Inupi. Please!

Love your work!

[TR] Rindou & Inupi & Sanzu x Reader (separate) Warnings: Smut, NSFW!!, Drugs, BDSM, Kinky shit

A/N: I cannot control if minors read this or not or if your un-comfy with smut don't read this I do not recommend if you do not enjoy these topics and if you IGNORE my authors note and my simple instruction to click off this tumblr post and get mad at me if you don't like it I will tell you off for not READING a basic instruction from my typed out words. I write smut I write angst I write fluff I write what you request because I enjoy it so if you get mad I will shake my filipino fist telling you "TO GET OFF MY BLOG" like an old white man now ENJOY if you still wanna proceed!! Anyways this is sooo short cause I’m writing this at 1AM after having a night shift kms😰

Summary: Sanzu, Rindou and Inupi with a cute and innocent reader? Reader loves wearing bows and wearing cute things, besides being very innocent and naive.

Rindou Hitani

- Rindou with a sweet innocent reader is one of the most devious things I can think of cause *tucks strand behind my ear and giggles* (Not as much as my top 4 favs but he’s still there)

- Rindou with a sweet cute innocent reader is sweet he’d make sure to take care of you and pamper you lovingly always smiling warmly at your reactions how cute you look

- Praises your outfits and helps you put on your heels and sometimes swaps them with his shoes sometimes when they start to hurt hell if Inupi and Izana can do it so can he

- He loves seeing you wear silk pajamas it’s always so cute to him and enjoys the texture

- You know how you have bows and all that? Yeah you can tie a ribbon around it for more friction - Every time it happens everything feels so good your eyes crossing and closing as you wrap your arms around him, his scent intoxicating and surrounding you - Grunts and whimpers some times and enjoys how you look cute in pink and white - Gripping onto your hands or waist while he makes you take him and loves kissing you to see your drool passing your lips - Fucking loves how you try to speak but your words are slurred because his dick is just ramming into you without hesitation and with pure joy at how he could ruin something as sweet as you

Sanzu Haruchiyo

- Not gonna lie everybody writes sanzu as like he’s a rabid dog (The mad dog of Bonten LMAO) in sex and drugs as if its his only characteristics cause of all the drugs and stuff but genuinely I think he’d just be chill with most stuff and would just give a thumbs up cause well he kills and has a fucking KATANA cause he’s so pent up with all this shit (Bonten arc reference)

- So I think sanzu would be too lazy to do stuff or to have sex so depending on his mood it also depends on what yall do

- He enjoys your cute bows and stuff sometimes when he’s high out of his mind he’ll sloppily kiss you and compliment you saying shit like “Hey-! Yur cute ya knowwww god i’m soo lucky ya know? Hey lets bother koko-puffs for some money to get ya cute new skirt for me to rip!” Or “Ahaaa~ your so pretty when wearing matching outifts with meee *hic* I llve you so much”

- Shit like that but at the same time he’d be abit unhinged as fuck every now and then aswell with you - He was obsessed with the fact that every thing about you to your jewllery and to the soles of your shoes to your every dress that clung to your body was all his doing and what he was going to rip off your body - Loves the feeling of your walls clench around him he enjoys it dearly as he can't help but bite into your shoulder to keep quiet cause he can't help but enjoy ever single aspect of you - Clutching onto your hair grinning smugly at your scent -He likes knowing how much stronger he is than you, not that it isn’t obvious - So he loves to manhandle you whenever he gets the chance - The way you give him all the power in the world to move you around is heaven to him as he can't help but giggle - Sobbing into his arms like a giant mess as he degrades you while enjoying seeing you suffer because of him in many ways - gets excited with how you willingly allow him to rip your skirts and cute tops sometimes use your ribbons to cover your eyes if they are big enough to cover your eyes enjoys seeing you panic slightly

Seishu Inui

- Seishu like Kokonoi’s kinks aren't bad nor are they good it's just there like he’s just smiling softly and lovingly at you when you doll up infront of the vanity

- He makes sure that later on he fucks you against the same vanity to see how pretty you are WHO SAID THAT?! -He’s awful respectful of you and your space, and he really does want to take things slow, but Christ you don’t know what you do to him. - Loves to tease you quietly but keeps quiet and reminds you to keep your voice down - despite telling you to keep quiet he would purposely angle his hips to hit against your g-spot continuously causing you to struggle with keeping your volume down. - truth to be told he loves to hear the noises that slip past your lips as he kisses you - He would not want to cause you pain however he might try out with bondage and perhaps simple toys like the vibrator to use on you to make it more exciting - Inupi is quite good with his tongue there was once where he made you climaxed with his tongue alone for 3 times in a row without stopping ignoring your cries in overstimulation he just loves hearing your famillar normal voice turn into one that craves for more of him

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[mishellii]

♢ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ♢

naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, kiba, shino, neji, iruka & kakashi

a/n: sooo,, i SHOUld be working on my uni essays and on the bf!neji texts BUT this had been sitting in my notes app for a while so i decided to post it ;D (the neji texts will come soon i promise). some are longer, some are shorter for which i apologise,,,,,, please ignore typos, i can't spell & enjoy MWUAH

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warnings: some NSFW parts! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! :) also not proofread as usual

masterlist

♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿oh my baby boy

❀first off: angel. 100%.

✿because u are his angel u feel me

❀he can't go a day without telling u

✿then also just the basic baby

❀but mostly when he wants something from u or he's apologising for dumb stuff he's done

✿puppy eyes and all

❀and also during sexy time

✿it's his most used name for u there

✿fight me on this

❀big on his own self made nicknames for u

✿for instance: u fell down the stairs once?

❀"hey, stairs, how you doin'"

✿and just silly ones like: boo, pookie, apple of my eye

❀he's weird like that c'mon we been knew

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

✿now this guy is a wild card

❀he'd prefer ur name through & through

✿but he'd slip in a casual babe sometimes which makes ur knees weak obviously

❀because he barely ever calls u that

✿if ur married he'd only call you his wife

❀doesn't even let you answer questions on your own sometimes just so he can hit them with

❀"well, MY WIFE, thinks you suck ass, so.."

✿during sex he can be quiet mean 

❀I DONT THINK in the derogatory way but more in a teasing way

✿"c'mon, sweetheart, look at me."

❀when ur just about to black out??

✿but like i said 

❀not big on pet names but he'll use them more often if he knows u enjoy it <3

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

✿pretty

❀just pretty bro.

✿not ALL THE TIME, especially not in public as i don't think he's big on PDA

❀but in the comfort of ur own 4 walls? definitely

✿now don't HATE ME for this but,,,

❀woman. and brat.

✿but only in petty situations, like when ur scolding his lazy ass and he hits u with a "go easy on me, woman, i just woke up."

❀or u've been going on his nerves while he's working

✿,,i'm busy, brat.''

❀in bed tho???

✿love or doll

❀i'm almost CERTAIN.

✿like,, can u imagine?? in his dumb fucking charming voice ???

❀PFFF i'm on my knees 

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

✿now this fucker

❀teasing names through & through

✿ur shorter than him? 

❀"hey, shortie, need help?"

✿ur taller than him?

❀"hey, giant, how's the weather up there?"

✿he's a DICK ok (affectionately ofc)

❀but he can be sweet too i promise

✿he's having fun with calling u bunny during sex or simply baby 

❀also ???? "okay, boss." when he's been annoying u all day and u finally snap at him?

✿he's a menace with nicknames i'm telling u

♢ꜱʜɪɴᴏ ᴀʙᴜʀᴀᴍᴇ♢

✿you probably guessed it and bully me if you'd like but,,,

❀bug or lovebug

✿come oooon he loves his bugs AND he loves you?? it fits PERFECTLY

❀not one to do it infront of other people either but in your private space he just wouldn't stop calling you one of these

✿i also see him using the regular honey but the abbreviation so hun because it's short and sweet and he doesn't like those long ass names

❀apologies if ur name is long LMAO mine is too tho

✿takes the hun into the bedroom but prefers a gentle love while having sex

❀shino's not a sweet talker in my mind, but the pet names make up for it FOSHOU

✿ALSO big brain idea i just had:

❀i think shino can't fully express his emotions verbally so before going on missions he definitely writes u letters and that's where he's blooming

✿''u keep me going everyday, sunshine.''

❀and it doesn't even matter if you have a bubbly personality or not

✿UGH lovesick fr

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀this pretty princess doesn't even know ur name when ur alone with him 

✿ESPECIALLY when ur texting

❀sweetheart, love & darling

✿he'd make u fall in love over again whenever he calls u one of those i'm just saying

❀because he's always so sincere when he's talking to u it drives me crazy just thinking about it 

✿during sexy time too, he would NEVER

❀& i will die on this hill 

✿NEVER use any degrading names for u

❀ur his baby don't make him do that

✿even when ur fighting, he'd always address u in such a kind way i'm actually going insane

❀"have you had dinner yet, dear?"

✿ sedate me pls

♢ɪʀᴜᴋᴀ ᴜᴍɪɴᴏ♢

✿AAA this guy

❀soo,, like father like son,,, angel

✿u can't change my mind

❀being the kind hearted person he is, it just fits u can't tell me off

✿but i will also say he'd use some funny ones in private because we all know he's just a silly lil guy deep inside

❀i'm thinking toots & peach

✿especially when greeting u !! like ''ey, toots, how's it going?''

❀during sex he will be quiet awkward at the start of ur relationship, settling in angel as he's most familiar with it at first

✿but after some time he'd pull a babydoll or gorgeous on u

❀i mean,,, i'd cry but idk about y'all

✿oVERALL he loves using pet names and wouldn't be opossed to u calling him some sweet ones as well <3

❀call him handsome and he'll go through the roof

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

✿AHEM

❀so this man,,

✿at the start of ur relationship he's such a shy lil bean so he'll only use your first name

❀but once he's been with you long enough he gets so so comfortable

✿starts of with the regular baby because u are his baby aight.

❀his most frequently used one too i'd say

✿but then he'd go like 

❀"hey, beautiful." "y'alright, sweetheart?"

✿and idk about u but i'd faint

❀HE KNOWS ABOUT HIS AFFECT ON U TOO

✿uses it against u during sex SO OFTEN

❀grunting a "there y'go, darling." into your ear with a sly smirk on his lips 

✿i'm (s)creaming

❀but he's a very private person so don't expect too much of that in public !!

✿a side from a "yes, ma'am" when u tell him not to die on a mission <3

a/n: i hope this doesn't SUCK ahemm,,, and i'll see you beans next time bye bye x

devider by @enchanthings

[willsimpforanyone]

can I request Leo Valdez smut?

he starts getting handsy at a party with a hyperfem reader in a short skirt and they go at it in a bathroom.

-🐿️

i can definitely do that for u, this one got away from me and i think u can tell i mostly read smut lmao

have u declared urself squirrel anon? or is that just what u use lmao

content: no mention of protection (be smart y'all), coming inside, mirror sex ig?, orgasm denial (just once, fem recieving), exhibitionism if u squint, she/her pronouns for reader

For the tenth time, I push Leo's hand out from under the hem of my skirt. I lace my fingers with his, keeping his hand still under the guise of being affectionate as I continue the conversation I'm in the middle of.

Of course, with one avenue shut down, my ever-creative boyfriend finds a new tactic; his other hand.

His fingers sneak around my waist, fingertips just tracing over the hem of my crop top, nails catching lightly at the pale pink fabric. I don't even need to look at him to know he's barely suppressing a smirk.

"Keep your hands under control," I whisper to him once the conversation has moved away from me. "I don't want to spend the night adjusting my clothes from your groping."

Leo stifles a laugh, head turning to nose at my cheek. "Then don't adjust them, let me see more of you." His hand on my waist slips upward, fingertips barely brushing the side of my chest.

"I'm gonna kill you," I hiss, but a smile keeps pulling traitorously at my lips. His hand in mine squeezes at my fingers, inching our joined hands over my thigh.

His voice is soft and a little raspy, hot against my ear. "Fine, but can I fuck you first?"

I sputter a shocked laugh, whipping my head around to see the tempting glint in his eyes, paired with the teasing smirk on his lips. Raising an eyebrow in disblief, I dart my eyes over the rest of the room full of people.

"...are you being serious?"

It's as if something lights up in him, sitting up straighter and tightening his hold on me just a little. "I wasn't, but I am now!" He grins, teeth biting at his lower lip. "Can I? Holy shit, can I actually fuck you right now?"

That's too many things said way too loud for my dignity, and I smack a hand over his mouth to stem the flow of excitement. "If you shut the fuck up, maybe."

Leo nods earnestly behind my hand, eyes wide with anticipation. He pulls my hand away to give it a kiss on my knuckles. "I'll never talk again."

"...sounds highly unlikely," I laugh, standing up and smoothing down my skirt.

The speed at which Leo navigates through the party to an empty bathroom is suspicious, almost as if he'd planned it, or was maybe so needy he'd kept an eye on which rooms were empty. The minute the door shuts and locks with a click, his hands are on me, lips pressed hotly against mine. My back gets pushed against the door and I gasp, Leo taking advantage of my surprise to deepen the kiss and lick into my mouth.

He tastes of whatever dumb cocktail he'd made us earlier, declaring himself a professional mixologist because he was good at measurements. My eyes flutter closed, hands running up his chest and into his hair, drawing a soft moan from him.

"So pretty," he breathes, words pressed between kisses, his hands tugging and fisting my clothes like he can't quite decided what to do with them. "Can't believe I let you go to this party without ruining you first."

"Let me?" I tease, pretending to be offended and half-heartedly pushing him away with a hand on his chest. Leo whines at the disconnection of our lips.

"You know what I mean," he murmurs, pressing me harder against the door and working his hands under my crop top. "Wear whatever the fuck you want, but it's gonna make me go insane."

I laugh, cutting myself off with a soft, short moan as he gets two handfuls of my chest, squeezing and groping as he pants against my lips. With a swift movement, he shoves my top up under my arms, revealing the dark pink bra, the tiny gemstone in the centre glinting in the bathroom light.

"Fucking hell, baby-" He almost whimpers, eyes fixed on the swell of my tits under the pretty garment. "You want me dead, is that it?"

Just to really drive it home, I lean in so my lips are pressed against his ear. "You like it? I was worried you'd be able to see it through my clothes, but I guess not, luckily my skirt is just long enough to hide the matching underwear."

I briefly worry for his knees as Leo falls to the floor, and I giggle as he drags my skirt unceremoniously down my legs. As promised, the matching dark pink panties are on display, gemstone on the front and all.

One of Leo's hands goes to my thigh, and his other hand guides one of mine to his shoulder. "Hold on, pretty girl."

Before I can get another word out, his mouth is on me, tongue licking a broad stroke over my underwear. My hand fists the shoulder of his shirt, a loud gasp pulled from my lips as he buries his head between my thighs. His free hand yanks the thin, damp fabric out the way, holding it as he laps at my pussy with an almost feverish intensity.

My stomach swoops deliciously as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, head falling forward and hips bucking against his mouth. His brown eyes meet mine as he looks up from below me, and I can see the delight and desire in his eyes as he sees me cover my mouth when he slips a finger inside me.

His tongue circles and strokes at my bundle of nerves, long finger pushing in and out of my hole and curling at the perfect spot to get my legs trembling. The familiar knot in my gut tightens further and further, my walls spasming around Leo's fingers as he slips another one inside me.

"B-Baby, 'm gonna come-" I pant behind my hand, gazing down at him desperately. "Gonna m-make me come, fuck-"

He pulls his fingers out, tongue slipping back in his mouth with a dirty grin. "No, not yet."

"What?" My jaw drops, frustration taking the place of the pleasurable tension in my stomach. "Come on, I was so close!"

"I know." Leo shrugs, before standing up and grabbing my waist to bend me over the bathroom counter. His hand tangles in my hair, the other yanking my panties down my thighs to my knees as he stands behind me. "You're gonna come on my cock."

I moan at his voice, the words so matter-of-fact, like there were no other options; either I was gonna come on his dick, or not at all. Skirt discarded on the floor and underwear out the way, Leo undoes his pants with one hand, shoving them down along with his underwear. The way he sighs in relief as he wraps a hand around himself makes a shiver run up my spine, biting my lip as I watch his reflection throw its head back.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?" he murmurs, looking down and nudging his tip between my legs, moaning lowly at the way my arousal coats the head of his dick. "How do I even function when you're so gorgeous in your cute little tops and tiny fuckin' skirts?"

I don't know if I'm supposed to reply, but I can't when he presses into me, both of us moaning in unison. He doesn't look away as my pussy swallows his cock inch by inch, his hands gripping tight to my hips.

"I lasted two hours," he pants, groaning low in his throat as his hips meet mine, sinking as deep as he can into my cunt. "Two hours needing to be in this pretty little pussy, I think that's pretty good considering my distinct lack of impulse control."

My eyes roll back as he suddenly snaps his hips, a sharp moan falling from my lips. "T-Two hours? We've only been here- shit!- an hour and a half?"

"Yeah, well," Leo laughs breathlessly, beginning to build up a rhythm, letting go of my hips to brace himself against the bathroom counter as he fucks me into it. "Wanted you before we even left the house, the second I saw you looking like this-" He punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, a yelp catching in my throat as I scramble for purchase against the surface of the counter. "-and now I can't decide whether to take you home or f-fill you up with my come and make you go back to the party."

A rush of heat pulses through me and I clench around him involuntarily, gasping unsteadily, dizzy at the image he conjured up in my mind. I feel him laughing lowly against my back, his nose burying into the crook of my neck.

"Dirty fuckin' girl, you got tighter," he teases, hips getting faster, snapping his cock into me over and over, a hand reaching down to find my clit. "Is that what you want? Want me to pull your cute pink panties up and hold my load inside you, trying not to ruin your skirt?"

His middle finger gathers the wetness from my folds and smears it over my clit, making smooth circling motions that send electricity through my body. "F-Fuck, yes, don't stop," I whimper, catching his eye in the mirror and moaning brokenly at his dark, mischievious smirk. "I'm gonna c-come, want you to come inside me, L-Leo, please, baby, wanna h-have your come!"

Leo swears several times in Spanish, hot and fast against my ear as his hips stutter against mine. "That's it, pretty girl, come around my dick, wanna feel it, come for me and I'll fill you up, okay?"

I nod frantically, and it only takes a few more seconds of his finger playing with my clit before I feel that knot in my gut break, pulled too tight as I spasm between him and the bathroom counter. My whole body trembles, and Leo sinks his teeth lightly into my shoulder. "Feels so good, h-holy shit, did so good for me, there we go..."

He lets out a gutteral groan against my skin, his hips stuttering to a stop as he pulses inside me, thick come painting my insides. His arms wrap around me, nosing against my neck as he rocks his hips a little, panting hard.

After a few moments, the aftershocks settling, Leo eases himself out of me, shushing my soft whines with kisses pressed to my shoulder and neck. His fingers move to my hole, gently pushing against it to stop his come from spilling out too much as his free hand carefully pulls my panties back up my legs.

"My beautiful girl," he murmurs, voice thick with affection as he adjusts the fabric to make sure it's comfortable, kneeling for a moment to press a gentle kiss to my pussy over the panties. He helps me off the counter, arms around me as he litters kisses over my cheeks and nose until I giggle. "There it is, that's my favourite sound."

"Cheesy," I whisper, tone stupidly loving as I grin up at him, arms slinging around his neck. "Are we really gonna go back out there and pretend nothing happened while I ruin my underwear?"

A pause, and he shrugs. "I'll buy you more."

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i hope u enjoyed, this kind of got away from me but i'm not mad about it

[creatingblackcharacters]

I suspect you may be kinda tired of the hair questions at this point, but I swear I can't word this question in a way that would make it google-able.

I've seen Black people making jokes and skits on how, when you had straightened your hair and then someone convinced you to, for example, take a dip in the pool, it all just curls right back up, dramatically fast, shocking everyone.

The thing is, I can't tell how much the speed of it all is dramatized for the humor.

As in: how fast does a straightened 4c hair ACTUALLY curl up when exposed to moisture, provided it's not been specifically protected against that? Because something tells me that it's not, in fact, a blink-and-suddenly-an-afro with an optional comedic 'boing' sound, but I may be wrong? And the googling gives me threads with tips on avoiding all that and products for keeping one's hair straight for longer, which is the opposite of what I'm trying to check.

Context, 'cause Ik it's a broad question: I am workshopping a scene where a character straightens their (short) hair, but it's entirely for "trying to be who you are not" plot reasons (Ik that straight hair is often a style choice, it's just symbolically non-typical for THIS particular character), but then a plot twist happens, they decide "fuck it" and go back to doing things their way, which includes a fight and a bit of running during which they get drenched in sweat. And I thought it'd be a cool visual symbolism to have their hair start to/or fully curl back up during the course of the fight (due to sweat), going back to their more typical natural style while they, in their journey, are going back to their truth. BUT.

But I can't damn figure out if a change like that would even be possible or if it would just look plain silly. And how far it'd be realistic (or at least believable) to take it.

(Also: thank you for this blog and your lessons, they've been a huge help, doubly so for someone who lives in a country with little to no Black people and can only learn through the Internet and resources like yours.)

While looking for an answer to your question, I found this cool link:

As for your question, I found this video:

She's doing something extra that I've never done to get her curls back. Tbh, I would just get in the shower or under the sink lmao. But you can literally watch her hair start to shrink as she "pre-poos" it. With a lot of full, continued contact with water, it doesn't take longer than a minute or two, at least in my experience. But don't quote me.

Idk how much she's sweating, but your character's roots will start to curl up as she sweats, as you said. No, she's not gonna go outside with straight hair and come back with a full afro after a hard workout though 😅. She's gonna look the way this lady did with her silk press, where it's puffed up. Now if she's got a very short afro, then the visual effect you're looking for will be close enough, but it's not gonna be like a super shiny defined fro.

Just based off your description, you ought to watch the movie Nappily Ever After. I think it'll help you 👍🏾

[sharksnshakes]

Hi I'm doing this on anon bcs I'm embarassed of how fast i'm asking this lmao butttttttt

...will you write a part two to the tim drake x reader?

PLS I BEG

You have a crush on Tim... and to your surprise, getting his attention won't be nearly as hard as you thought. But he keeps reminding you of Red Robin? That can't be right.

AN; part one can be found here. not sure where i'm going with this yet BUT expect a part three. and maybe something else with kon. in my titans era

Wordcount; 1.1k

TW; some cursing, mentions of drinking, making out (you'll see)

As luck would have it, you're at the same hole-in-the-wall bar the next weekend. Red Robin sighting aside, cheap drinks are cheap drinks, and now you're crowded around a rickety table with the same friends as last time. Plus Tim.

A week's worth of deliberation has lead you to the conclusion that you have honest to God romantic feelings for him. Sure, Red Robin turned your head, but chances are slim to none that you'll ever see the dark haired vigilante again. Even if you did, you know nothing about his personal life! You don't even know his name! How could a relationship possibly work out?

You're doubling down your efforts, which is why you're wedged up against Tim's side, nursing a cool drink in your hands and refusing to feel bashful about the outfit you've got on tonight. Tim never goes out, ergo, he's only ever seen you in the baggy sweats and oversized tees you show up to lecture in. It's the perfect opportunity for you to dress up and flaunt your assets. If it worked on Robin, it'll work on Tim.

Right?

"Havin' fun?" You ask, glancing over at him.

Tim looks out of place, to put it mildly. He is the heir to Wayne Enterprises, after all, and you love him dearly, but his vintage sneakers and expensive-smelling cologne don't exactly fit in with the sweaty crowd of coeds.

"I think so?"

You smother a laugh. "Hey, at least you're not holed up in your apartment cramming for another test."

Tim frowns gently. "Yeah. You're right."

It feels like his comment holds some second meaning that's flying right over your head. You'd ask him about it, but before you get the chance, one of your mutual friends is grabbing you both by the wrists and dragging you into the makeshift dance floor.

After about fifteen minutes of bouncing and singing and laughing, the fragrant smoke and crush of bodies start to get to you. The music's pounding. The air is heavy. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the uncomfortable, oppressive feeling away.

"Hey." Tim appears at your side. He's got a steadying hand on your shoulder and his lips are practically on your ear. "Y'okay?"

If you weren't short of breath before, you definitely are now.

"Need some air," you shout back, fighting to be heard over the speakers. "I'll be back in a minute."

Tim's hand stays on your shoulder. "Let me come with you."

You want to tell him he doesn't have to. This is his first night out in ages, and the last thing you want to do is throw a wrench in it by dragging him outside; when you look at his face, though, there's genuine concern and care in his eyes. You nod.

"Lead the way," Tim shouts, and you reach for his hand as you push through the crowd. His fingers wrap firmly around yours, steady but not overbearing, and a horde of butterflies descend on your stomach.

Tim doesn't drop your hand until you're outside, sucking in the nighttime air. It's sticky and humid outside, a thunderstorm can be heard in the distance, but it's heavenly compared to inside.

You pace up and down the alleyway for a moment. Just like last week, there's nobody out here but you and the dumpster. And Tim.

Involuntarily, you glance up at the rooftops that loom above.

"I saw Red Robin here last week," you say absentmindedly, turning back to look at Tim.

"Oh really?" He clears his throat, following your gaze. "Was he, like... up there?"

"You don't seem particularly excited."

"Well, I mean... it's just Red Robin?"

You gape at him. "Just Red Robin? Tim, he's cool as fuck."

"He's literally just another Robin. There's been, what, like... five?"

"Three," you correct, walking back over to Tim, "And he's literally a superhero."

"Sidekick."

You laugh out loud. "What, you got beef with him?"

"No," Tim protests, a flush crawling up his cheeks. "He's just no Batman, is all."

"He's not supposed to be Batman. That's his whole thing. He's Robin, and he's cool as fuck," you reply, leaving no room for argument. You lean against the brick wall, gazing up at the clouded sky. "...Think he's out there somewhere?"

"Maybe."

You glance at Tim, but he's already staring at you.

"You look... really pretty tonight," he murmurs.

Your cheeks prickle with heat. "Thanks. You, ah, look good too."

At that moment, it hits you that you're alone with Tim Drake Wayne, the guy you're pining over, and that he's just called you pretty. A smile tugs as your lips. Red Robin hit on you in this very alleyway, and now Tim is hitting on you, too, and your confidence surges.

"Um, actually," you say, looking at Tim, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you--"

BANG!

A gasp dies in your throat as a couple stumbles through the back door. They're attached at the lips and deserving of an NC-17 rating. Your shock is quickly replaced with amusement (and, albeit, a healthy level of disgust) and you laugh in shock, your heart still pounding in your throat. The door rattles on its hinges, freshly scraped up from being slammed against the wall.

"Holy shit," you exhale. Only then do you notice that Tim pushed you behind him: an arm is protectively flung out in front of you, the other hand is pulling something out of his pocket. His thumb and forefinger are pinched around a small, sharp-looking object--it's black, it glints in the light, you don't know what it is. He stuffs it back into his jeans, huffing out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, you okay?" Tim asks, turning back around to face you.

"Fine." You nod. "Startled... but, uh, fine."

"Good," he says, eyes still tracking the couple. "Anyways. You were saying?"

There's a muffled moan from the other end of the alley.

"Another time," you say, grabbing Tim and pulling him inside before either of you see more than you want to.

As you rejoin the group, you wonder distantly what he was holding. A knife, maybe? But Tim's dead last on your list of people who'd walk around Gotham carrying a weapon. Then again, his net worth is staggeringly high, so maybe he does carry something...?

If you didn't know better, you'd say he acted like a vigilante.

You're not sure what to think.

But the bar's loud music leaves no room for thought, and you push your musings to the back of your mind. You're having fun with your friends, Tim called you pretty, and you just had the shit scared out of you by strangers--tonight's been eventful as is, so it looks like your detective work will just have to wait.

[il-miele-che-scrive]

the one where Carlos is spotted at a certain singer's concert

y/nofficial Gracias por la noche maravillosa, España❤️‍🔥Te quiero mucho

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username1 Te amamos, Y/n ❤️❤️

username2 Estoy enamorada de ti 😍

username3 But can any of you tell me what was Carlos Sainz doing at the concert? 🤔

↳username4 Who? Is he like famous or something?

username3 GIRL-

username3 He's a Formula One driver... And currently single may I add

↳username5 I mean it's not like it's a secret that Y/n and Carlos know each other

username3 Wait, really? How do I find out about that just now?

username5 Y/n and Lando are in the same friend group literally, last winter break there were gossips going around about Lando dating Lily, Magui, Y/n, but they're all just one big friend group. Long story short Lando dragged Carlos to Y/n's concert

username3 How did I not hear about this 😭

username5 Well, maybe you just aren't on Tiktok, I hardly ever see people talk about this stuff outside of Tiktok

username3 That would explain a lot

username5 Yeah and they aren't very flashy with their friendship anyway, Y/n would sometimes appear in Romeo's post or be seen hanging out with Lando and Max but that's it

username3 Damn, to be a rich kid

landonorris we all know who that heart is for...

↳y/nofficial For the Spanish, obviously

landonorris for the spanish certainly

username5 Lando pls go be a menace somewhere else

username3 For the SPANISH?

username4 The concert was in Spain lol in case you can't read yet

username3 Yeah but you know who's Spanish? Carlos Sainz, that's right

username6 So Lando and Carlos went to that concert?

↳username7 It seems so, they were both seen there

↳username8 Someone said Lando DRAGGED Carlos there and I'm willing to believe it 😂

username9 I remember that live where Lando was unhinged and said Y/n is Carlos' celebrity crush 🤣 I don't think that's a coincidence

↳username10 The devil works hard but Lando Norris works harder

carlossainz55 Hermosa❤️ *this comment was deleted*

username11 WE SAW THAT, CARLITO 📸

↳username8 Saw what? 👀

username11 He commented "hermosa" but deleted it already 🤭

username10 Bro forgot to switch to his fangirl account😭

y/nofficial Don't worry, going back on tour soon, had to take a little break to enjoy time with my new boyfriend whom I love very much

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landonorris that's not quite what soft launching means

↳y/nofficial What do you mean? Can you see his face? Can you tell who he is? Exactly. So it's soft launching

landonorris I know EXACTLY who it is

username1 Don't be shy Lando, tell us, we can keep a secret...

username2 Betting my right hand that it's Sainz

↳username3 Prepare to lose a hand lol

username2 Why? It's clearly him

username3 Doesn't he have a race like tomorrow?

username2 Nope, it's summer break

username4 IT'S SUMMER BREAK AND HE'S SPENDING IT WITH HIS NEW GF Y/N🥰🥰

francisca.cgomes You're glowing lately ✨🩷

↳y/nofficial Oh, that's just the boyfriend effect 👹

username5 LMAO I LOVE HER

username6 i'm on my knees 🧎🧎🧎

↳username1 Lmaooo is that Carlos' fangirl account?

username3 Does he have one?

username1 I don't know, I'm joking, but if he did actually have an account like this, I can see him commenting this kinda stuff

username7 ngl guys I don't like her vibe, she has bad, dirty energy

↳username2 Stfu it's not like you ever had a chance with Carlos

↳username8 She has a bad vibe, because...? Because she took your man? Now your chances with him went even lower than 0?

username9 I get what people mean, she barely ever smiles, looks so grumpy on all photos

↳username1 I once had a chance to meet Y/n, she's actually a sweet angel!!

↳username3 She's just the normal black cat gf (and Carlos is the golden retriever boyfriend🥰)

↳username10 Trust me, she's that kind of person who seems angry/upset all the time, but when you approach them they're the nicest person you could ever talk to

username11 It's called a resting bitch face, I also have that 😭

username10 Same!!! People keep asking if I'm alright, but that's just the way my face looks lol

username12 Carlos bagged a baddie, I hope they never break up

↳username3 Never break up? Firstky they gotta make it official cuz for now we don't even know if that's Carlos

romeobeckham you're in love, we got it 🤮

↳landonorris yeah, she doesn't have to be so flashy about it, right?

romeobeckham literally

romeobeckham she never posts us, but the moment she gets a boyfriend everyone needs to know

landonorris did you see how on the previous post people were surprised we're friends?

romeobeckham maybe they wouldn't be if @/y/nofficial ever posted us

y/nofficial How about no? ❤️

landonorris you owe us

romeobeckham and you better pay up y/n

y/nofficial Chill out guys 😭 I'm getting us all out for dinner, how about that?

landonorris deal 🤝

romeobeckham i guess 🙄

username13 She owes them for what? 😏

↳username14 Probably for hooking her up with Carlos lol I wish it was a joke

carlossainz55 Cooking up love and filling our hearts up with songs that speak to our souls. Te amo, mi vida

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y/nofficial Te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden expresar❤️‍🔥

↳carlossainz55 I think they can, I really like the latest release

username1 I KNEW THE NEWEST SONG WAS ABOUT CARLOS I KNEW IT

username2 "In a world full of noise you've become my favorite song" 😭😭 of course it was about Carlos

username3 New parents alert and I love them

↳username2 I just hope they will never divorce like my real parents did

landonorris congrats or something for finally having the balls to announce it

↳y/nofficial Shut up or you're banned from the dinner

landonorris you can't ban me, if not for me you and Carlos wouldn't be together

↳carlossainz55 You should find a girlfriend too sometime

landonorris you told me the same thing a few years ago and it didn't work out, I guess I won't be taking any more love advice from you

username4 THE THIRD PIC I LOVE IT

↳y/nofficial The ribbon makes him so babygirl🩷🎀

username7 If she's usually the black cat, someone has to be the babygirl in this relationship

username5 I want a simp boyfriend in mi vida

username6 She made him a playlist 🥺 I wonder if it's her songs or love songs in general

↳y/nofficial There's some Adele, some Taylor Swift, some Shakira, just a bunch of romantic songs🫶

username7 Noooo I imagine them dancing to all these love songs while cooking and my single heart cries 😭 so happy for them, but I also what this kind of romance for myself

francisca.cgomes Can't wait to see Y/n in the paddock

↳y/nofficial Back at you!!

francisca.cgomes Matching outfits. What do you say?

y/nofficial I SAY LET'S DO IT

↳username8 They're about to become my favorite wag duo

[therealvinelle]

I just sent this ask to carnivorousmuffin when i noticed that they reblog a lot of your content (that seems to all be twilight-centric) and then also noticed that that you are THE vinelle, yah know, just the one who made me a rabid twilight fan twenty (or less but it feels like more) years after the end of its hype. so yeah, i wanted your insight on this, feel free to skip and thank you for all your writing! it's—entertaining does not cover all of it.

so do you think bella at some level feels jealous of/threatened by renesmée? i'm asking because bella has a complicated relationship with her mother and then, she dreamed she would have a son that looked like edward with edward's eyes and kept expecting that son to come to be. but then it's a girl that charlie compares to bella saying, she's a prettier baby than you were, i'm sorry bella but it's true and bella says, i know (not verbatim) and a baby who has the eyes (warm brown or honey or something was it) that bella lost upon becoming a vampire/becoming a mother. *then* that daughter is jacob's 'fated one' and bella ends up 'accepting it'. but also. jacob. bella's love interest for the past three books.

bella no doubt believes that she loves renesmee. *but is that all* she feels? maybe i'm grasping at straws but i've also wondered about this FOR YEARS, lmao while also lacking the interest and verbose-magic to dive deeper

Short answer: no.

For Bella to feel threatened by her daughter she'd have to consider Renesmee an entity that exists independently of her and who may act in ways outside of what Bella expects from her, and she doesn't. The way Bella sees it, Renesmee will always be her and Edward's child and she will always be the glue keeping Jacob close.

To put it this way: while Bella wanted to want Jacob to be happy and had made her choice to be with Edward instead, she didn't want to let Jacob go either, and she wasn't acting like someone who'd made her choice and was sticking by it. Suffice to say no matter how cold I was I'd prefer the cold to having a guy I know is sexually interested in me and who has taken liberties before creep into my sleeping bag, if I was also in a relationship it would be even more out of the question. The whole scene at the wedding, where she disappeared off the dance floor with a different guy for a few minutes there, also reeked of "Yes, I choose Edward, but oh hello looking good there Jacob".

To put it this way, Carlisle's reaction when Bella tells him two weeks later that she's pregnant reads to me like he thought she'd had an affair, and... I think he was shocked but not surprised.

What I'm saying is that Bella broke up with Jacob, but she didn't actually want to break up with him, and the unexpected happy solution was Renesmee being the proxy girlfriend to Jacob for Bella.

Notice how little has actually changed for Bella in Breaking Dawn after Jacob imprints - they both dote on Renesmee, yes, but they go hunting together, they talk and spend time together, and Bella doesn't have to worry about Jacob wanting more than she can give (I don't believe she was ever in love with him, I think they were each other's crutches) while the imprinting thing remains just vague enough, Renesmee being so young.

So no, Renesmee isn't a threat, she's the deus ex baby who solved all of Bella's problems in a way that can't possibly implode once she grows up.

[shysublimecoffee]

I'd rather deal with Lila than Ladybug. At least Lila is upfront about her intentions. If she wants to hype herself up to impress her classmates, fine—go ahead. The moment you catch on to her game, it’s obvious what she’s about. She'd loose the veil and tell it how it is. She'd hate and destroy you if you continue to piss her off but hey at least she's truthful.

But Marinette? Oh, girl is something else. She’ll manipulate and use you like a tool and then discard you looking at you CN. And after what went down with Adrien in the London special? Who even needs enemies when you’ve got a friend like her, am I right? Lmao

The moment this girl entered his life, everything went downhill. She really had his friends and family lying to his face and keeping secrets under wraps. Sure, it was their decision—but seriously, Kagami? Girl, what happened to you? You used to be cool and honest, and now look at you.

It’s like every character who crosses paths with Ladybug gets sucked into this void where they lose all individuality and turn into her loyal yes-men. They stop feeling like actual characters. Its why I'm more pressed with her. They can't help it. Honestly, the only way to maintain your personality in Miraculous Ladybug is to be a villain or antagonist to Marinette. The second you join her "good side," it’s like an unspoken rule—you become just another follower in her shadow.

Imagine meeting a girl over a year ago, and in that short time, she’s managed to get Nathalie, Kagami (your former girlfriend), your cousin, Alya, Alix—basically everyone—to lie and keep secrets about what actually went down.

This girl caused so much damage, she might as well be the villain! Honestly, if isolating him and keeping him to herself was her intended plan, I’d almost respect the hustle. But no, we’re all just living in Marinette’s world, like she’s the center of the universe. Lmao.

The situation is so complex! Bitch no who said that?? lol. I feel like if it were anyone not Adrien in this situation she wouldn't really care now would she? Her rationale would be there and because the situation is distant she'd know the crimes have to be exposed. But her controlling nature really be there to anyone closest to her. Like she's toxic for real damn. I'd rather be her enemy then her friend because if this is how her intentions are then please keep her away from me.

Once the truth gets out, it’s not just Adrien she’ll have to face—it’s the entire world. Think about it: all the people whose pain was exploited and weaponized by Hawk Moth, their suffering turned into tools of destruction. And Ladybug? If her lies were exposed, and this show actually had the guts to go there, wouldn’t people start having conspiracy theories and questioning how far in is her involvement? She’s not just lying to the public about the true identity of Monarch; she’s actively hiding Tomoe and Nathalie—Gabriel’s partners-in-crime. That’s not just scandalous—it’s outright criminal. How does she justify covering for them? At what point does her so-called “protection” cross into outright betrayal?

She only has the audacity to pull this off because she’s hiding behind that mask. If her identity were ever revealed and the dominoes started falling, the trust people have in her would be obliterated in an instant. Imagine the fallout if everyone on the street—or even her own parents—found out the absolute shame. And spare me the whole “I lie to protect your feelings” excuse. This isn’t some harmless white lie, like pretending someone looks good in a dress when you secretly think otherwise. No, this is a catastrophic betrayal of trust, all to preserve her relationship with Adrien. And don’t come at me with the “she’s young” defense. Sure, she’s 14, but she made a very adult choice: to lie to the entire world—and especially Adrien—about his father being Hawk Moth. There’s no excusing that. You can't come back from that sometimes our words can have such a big impact and because to the world she is Ladybug her influence on the people is big people expect a superhero to be above that because she's supposed to be the protector of Paris.

I think many need to separate Marinette from Ladybug because this isn’t about civilian Marinette and her personal struggles because it doesn't matter. This is about Ladybug—the symbol of superheroism, the paragon of justice and integrity, at least what she’s perceived to be within her universe. Ladybug stands as an icon, someone the public looks up to and trusts implicitly. But when you peel back the layers, it’s clear she’s fallen. She didn’t just make a mistake; she failed to uphold the very code she’s meant to represent.

Superheroes are supposed to stand for truth, accountability, and the protection of others, even at great personal cost. Ladybug, however, has chosen to conceal life-altering truths and protect the guilty under the guise of “greater good.” In doing so, she’s betrayed not only Adrien but also the very principles that define a hero. And that failure strikes at the heart of her role as the so-called ideal of justice.

I really wonder how early Season 1 Marinette/Ladybug—or even the version of her before she was granted the Kwami of Creation—would feel if she saw her Season 5 counterpart. Would she even recognize herself? How would she process the distance between who she was and who she’s become?

Honestly, I’ve always had this sense, so I’m not exactly surprised. But after the special, it just confirmed something for me.

No matter how much the show tries to sell the idea that Adrien/CN and Ladybug are equals—no matter how many fluttering words or hugs they throw in—the truth is clear: Marinette will never see Adrien as her equal. And what does a lie with such vast and far-reaching consequences say about her character? It doesn’t matter how it was never meant to come off—because, truthfully, sometimes her actions speak louder than anything else. The way she behaves, the decisions she makes, they reveal far more about her character than any intentions or explanations ever could.

It tells you one thing for sure: You can be her Girlfriend her BestFriends or her closest working partner since the beginning of your debut. But if there is one thing you'd ever need to know best about her. You can never truly trust Marinette/Ladybug.

[libraryofgage]

Please write for 42. Maybe it could be something dealing with Steve overhearing something he shouldn't have,maybe something the kids say, or Eddie says to someone. Whatever it is it makes him feel like shit. He talks to Eddie, or Robin (or both!) about how much he's changed over the past few years and how he didn't end up being the person everyone thought he'd be, but after what hes overheard he's crying because even though he did all he could he feels lonelier than ever.

Anon, I love you

Prompt 42 for this prompt list!

“Who’s laughing now?”

“…Clearly not you. You’re crying, dear God.” 

I didn't use these quotes exactly, but I came close. It still fits them, though lmao

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"I should be right back," Steve says, throwing open the van door before hopping out. The moment it closes, Eddie blasts the heavy metal he usually can't because of Steve's sensitive ears. Steve snorts with amusement and heads towards the diner, the smell of fried food and grilling beef overwhelming him the moment he opens the door.

Steve heads up to the counter, flashing a charming smile at Paula, a woman who's been working at the diner longer than Steve has been alive. "We got your usual almost ready, sugar," she tells him, returning the smile as she grabs a receipt from the turning rack and leads him over to the register.

It's a Friday night, which means the diner is bursting with teenagers hanging out in groups or trying to have a romantic date. Steve doesn't usually see anyone he feels like greeting when he picks up food, but a quick sweep this time reveals a table where Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Mike, and Will are sitting. Their table is close to the bar, but none of them seem to have noticed Steve because of their conversation, which is just fine with him.

If he gets dragged into a conversation, he might take too long and make Eddie worry. And if Eddie worries, he'll come bursting into the diner, and there are too many people in here that still blame him for...well, everything, for that to be safe.

"Your total is gonna be $12.93," Paula says, watching as Steve distractedly pulls a twenty from his wallet.

"Keep the change. I'll be waiting over there," he says, nodding to a bar stool somewhat close to where his friends are sitting. He then slides into said stool, leaning on the counter and trying to ignore how sticky it is.

He's close enough now to hear the tail-end of Argyle saying, "--eems like such a nice dude, though."

Mike snorts at him. "You didn't know Steve when he was dating Nancy," he points out.

Oh. They're...talking about him. Steve gets the feeling he should walk away, but he also feels stuck in the stool.

"He wasn't that bad," Nancy says. Silence follows her words, and Steve can imagine the looks she's getting. "Okay, yeah, he was an asshole."

"He smashed my camera," Jonathan says, and Steve wonders if he's imagining a trace of bitterness in his voice.

Here's the thing: Steve apologized for smashing the camera (though, he feels it was still justified) and got Jonathan a new one. A fancy, new one. But it doesn't sound like Jonathan is going to include that detail, too.

"He's a lot better now, though," Will says, and Steve wants to get him a new set of dice for trying to stick up for him.

He then wants to cry and maybe break something when he hears Jonathan and Mike snort and bark out a short laugh.

Steve feels himself grow tense as Nancy and Jonathan regale Argyle with how shitty he was in high school. He keeps waiting for one of the kids to refute or bring up how he's changed, but Mike only adds to it all while Will stays quiet, probably unwilling to get himself laughed at again (not that Steve blames him, honestly).

None of them actually point out how Steve's changed. They laugh at how much of a douchebag he was in high school, and Jonathan tells Argyle to "watch out for King Steve coming through" now that nothing is trying to kill them again.

And Steve feels sick to his stomach. Has...has he not actually changed? Is he really the same King Steve he was in high school? Is he still that asshole who didn't give a shit about others because he was just trying to survive himself, no matter who it hurt? Is this how everyone sees him?

"All right, sugar. Here's your cheeseburgers," Paula says, placing a bag in front of him and jerking him out of his thoughts. "One without tomato but with extra ketchup, and the other with grilled onions."

Steve blinks and smiles at Paula again. "Thanks. Same time next week?"

He waits to see Paula's amused smile and playfully dismissive wave before grabbing the bag and practically running out of the restaurant. He doesn't know if it's good or bad that nobody at the table seems to have noticed his presence or departure.

Steve jerks the door to the van open, not waiting for Eddie to turn the music down before hopping in and slamming it shut. He silently pulls on his seatbelt, holds the food in his lap, and stares at the glove compartment.

"Uh, you okay, Stevie?" Eddie asks, his hand lingering on the volume dial.

"I don't wanna talk about it here," Steve says. Because he's going to talk about it with Eddie, the only other person he trusts to be honest with him is Robin. But this is date night for him and Eddie, and even when he's drowning in self-doubt, Steve doesn't want anyone else to interrupt their date night.

Thankfully, Eddie just nods. "Okay, sweetheart," he says, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Steve doesn't say a word the whole drive, too consumed by forcing himself to focus on Eddie's hand on his thigh. There's a warmth that he feels through the fabric, grounding him and keeping his brain from spiraling too far.

When they finally park (a secluded area close enough to the local make-out spot to still see the romantic stars in the sky without getting caught by anyone else) Eddie turns to Steve and softly asks, "Wanna move to the back, sweetheart?"

Steve grips the bag in his lap tighter, takes a deep breath, and looks at Eddie. He feels a little bad for ignoring the question, but he can't help his worries and fears bubbling out now that they've stopped driving. "I've changed, right? Since high school?"

Eddie blinks, caught off guard by the sudden question. But then he nods. "Yeah, Stevie, you've definitely changed."

"Jonathan and Nancy were in the diner with Argyle, Mike, and Will," Steve says, trying and failing to seem more nonchalant by unbuckling himself and moving to the couch that barely fits in the back of the van. Eddie follows, sitting closer than necessary to eat the burger Steve hands to him. "They were...talking about me. High school me. King Steve. And Jonathan told Argyle to be wary of me. Do they really think I'm the same person?"

"Stevie-"

Steve doesn't let Eddie get far. He's too wrapped up in what happened, too consumed by self-doubt and guilt and the wish that he'd said something to them. His chest feels tight, he feels like the world is going to cave in on him, and the only thing keeping him steady is the way Eddie puts down his burger and pulls Steve into his lap. "And the worst part is that they were laughing. Will tried saying that I was better now, and they fucking laughed. Like it was ridiculous. Like I could never change.

"And I just....I wish I'd said something. I could have ruined their night so fucking easily, Eds. I could have turned around and asked if they always talked shit behind the backs of people who saved them. I could have asked if Jonathan didn't like the replacement camera I got him, or if he still used it to sneak photos of Nancy."

"Is that why you broke his camera? Fuck, I don't blame you."

Steve manages a slight smile for Eddie. "Thanks. I...I don't know. For all I've changed, it would have been so easy to just turn around and be who they thought I still was. And then I would've torn them down to the size of ants. And...and...I wish I had but I don't but I do, so I could've ended it with who's laughing now?"

Steve's chest feels a little looser, and that's a fucking relief, but then he feels Eddie's hand cradling his cheek. "Well, it's definitely not you, sweetheart. Your crying."

Oh. Eddie is right. He is crying. Steve hastily wipes at the tears before just giving up and leaning into Eddie's touch. "Sorry," he mumbles.

"Don't apologize. I almost wish you had done it. And that I'd been there to see it."

"No, you don’t."

Eddie grins, pulling Steve closer so they're chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart. "Yeah, I do. I love when you get bitchy, sweetheart. Especially when it means we can be bitchy together."

Steve blinks, and he can't help laughing. The words were simple, but they still managed to erase all the doubt and some of the hurt. He still probably needs a few days before he can actually look at Jonathan or Nancy or Mike again, but he doesn't feel so immediately devastated.

"Somehow, that was the perfect thing to say," he tells Eddie, closing the distance between them to kiss his lips, getting a hint of ketchup on his tongue.

"Perfect enough to earn me some fun?" Eddie asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Steve sighs dramatically, pretends to think about it as he actually laments that their burgers will get cold, and then pushes Eddie down on the couch.

[missashketchum]

First Years with Ash’s Pokemon

Headcanons of the TWST boys with Ash’s Pokemon: First Years Edition!

Sorry they're kind of short, hope you all enjoy!

Ace- Gliscor

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?!?

vampire-bat scorpion thing :/

Ace is completely confused about Gliscor, and is also low key terrified

I mean, the way the met, Gliscor literally swooped in and picked Ace up and into the air

so while Ash and Gliscor are laughing their butts off, Ace is up in the air, scarred for life

also doesn't help when Ash explains the dex entry about how silent and deadly Gliscor is

let him down!

Ash sorta starts to take pity on him and makes Gliscor put him down, but now whenever Ace shows up, Gliscor will always be there to swoop him into a 'hug'

spare him pls (lmao no)

Deuce- Sceptile

as Sceptile stared at the poor boy, there was only one thought in his head

SO COOL!!!

meanwhile, Sceptile's looking at him like "who's this weird lost child?"

"the one that destroyed the chandelier"

"a h"

Takes a while, but Deuce manages to just barely get Sceptile to warm up to him

the two then have this weird truce, mainly because Sceptile kind of likes him if he ignores the dumbassery

totally has the same "talk shit, get hit" vibes Deuce gets, so there's a sort of unity the two gain when protecting Ash/when they just generally get pissed off

Deuce watches Sceptile use his moves and he's awestruck, lmao

"No Deuce, you can't learn Leaf Blade..." -Ash Ketchum

Sceptile sorta just keeps to himself for the most part though

they can actually coexist in the same room unlike Ace and every single one of Ash's pokemon lmao

Jack- Lycanroc

a wolf, with rocks in it???

doesn’t it hurt?

and he gets his answer when Lycanroc loses its mind when he tries to pet it

"yeah, don't do that, Lycanroc hates it when people or pokemon mess up his fur"

"oh NOW you tell me" meanwhile he's got a rock painfully poking his side

Ash explains how Lycanroc actually went on full rampages whenever he got dirty, and Jack is glad he didn't get an Accelrock to the face

it takes a bit, but Lycanroc does warm up to Jack more than the rest of Ash's pokemon, mainly because wolf solidarity

if Ash is hanging out with Jack, then you best believe that Lycanroc is close by

Epel- Gible

a baby?

A DRAGON BABY!?

watched the baby pull a draco meteor and epel regrets underestimating him

is lowkey concerned when Gible just begins chewing on Ash's head, but she acts like she doesn't feel it, so he sorta just stands there

out of all of Ash's Pokemon, Gible is one of the few to warm up to the guys quite quickly

Gible bites epel too jbksjahjds

Vil, upon seeing the marks, has a heart attack lmao

but in all seriousness, Gible actually really likes Gible, and the dragon is growing on Epel, so if he ever does get bit again, he literally just shrugs it off

it's how Gible shows his affection, VIL

Ortho- Krookodile

this is probably the weirdest pairing

saw Krookodile and thought he was the coolest ever, especially with his sunglasses

enjoys watching Krookodile train with all of Ash's other strong/fully evolved pokemon, especially since he can record data for himself later

with such a wide movepool (knowing Dragon Claw, Aerial Ace, Dig, and Stone Edge) Ortho is in awe

100% the two would power up a death laser/Stone Edge in an attempt to destroy the school together

the amount of pictures he has with Krookodile is astounding, Idia is lowkey jealous

his personal fave is of him with Krookodile and they both have sunglasses on, looking cool

Sebek- Sirfetch’d

A BATTLE OF KNIGHTS

Sirfetch’d does not like Sebek one bit XD

Sebek is too loud for Sirfetch'd, and he insults their trainer any chance he gets

HOW DARE-

i wouldn't be surprised if Sirfetch'd has attacked Sebek on multiple occasions lol

even then, i'm pretty sure Sebek takes it as a challenge and tries to fight back, despite Ash's warnings

every time he gets his ass kicked though, he blames Ash for it, and at one point, homegirl just picks him up and tosses him across the yard

Sirfetch'd is laughing and Sebek would be lying if he said he wasn't scared (because he was)

girl can carry and throw a tree, idk why he wasn't scared before dwbjsksm

slowly learns to respect Ash and her ability to keep up with her Pokemon

grows to tolerate Sirfetch'd, and same is said for the 'mon

but the tensions is definitely still there lmao

[yapper1020]

This is most definitely gonna flop but I wrote this fic about Carmy in therapy today and it's too short to post on ao3 so imma post it here. It's still a bit long and I'm aware the way Carmen talks in this is out of character but my mind would not be stopped. I had to write it like this. I apologize for any typos.

Disclaimer that I have never been to therapy but enjoy I guess lmao.

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"There's uh, there's this thing in my chest. I forget the name of it sometimes. Too busy thinking about my hands to focus on the rest of my parts. It keeps you alive. The heart. It's the center of everything. The powerhouse. Or at least, it's supposed to be."

"How do you mean?" Doctor Scott, his therapist, asks him. And fuck it all really, because is he even therapy material? Is he not too far gone? Natalie doesn't think so. That's who he's here for.

Natalie.

Sydney.

Richie.

The list can go on for days.

And he'll still be here in this room. Wondering if he's worth anything.

"That, uh, that probably sounded confusing," he chuckles, a humorless sound. "I guess I mean emotionally. My heart isn't in charge. Am I making sense?"

"Please, continue."

"Uh, o-okay." Swallows. It feels like glass shredding his throat. The dread. "It's my mind that handles shit. I've always dealt with everything like an equation even though I'm terrible at math...so no, actually. I treat everything like a dish. Clean plate or messy. Sharp corners or abstract shapes. Light or heavy. Big or small. Everything is how it's supposed to be. Even if you hate it. Even if you hate yourself for doing it." A breath. Shuddering and small. "And when a plate is fucked, you abandon it." A finger against a nose. Nail scratching against bone.

"My mother hated me - hates me because I'm something to hate. I'm easy to dislike. I was made to be her punching bag. Acceptance. That's what I did to handle that. I was never meant to be loved by my mother or father. Not in a normal way. Not in a healthy way. Not in a real way."

"Why do you feel like that? Like you were meant to be hated?"

"Because...because I hate myself. I told you, I'm easy to dislike."

"Why do you hate yourself?" He says, writing on his pad. As if he is merely a name on a paper. Is that what he's worth? An easily scribbled, merely incomprehensible note on a doctor's form. Simply and only a patient to people paid to take care of him? Because everyone else has given up?

"I am boring. Lifeless. I am lifeless because I am bloodless and because I am bloodless, I am pale. Ugly. Deformed."

"Is that what you think of your appearance? Or something you were told? By your mother, perhaps?"

"Both." He touches his nose. Squints his eyes. "Uh," a sigh. A cry for help. "I'm not fun to be around. Most times I'm paralyzed in my own mind. My family says I need to calm down. Unwind. Relax. Unclench my ass. I don't fucking know how to do that. Since I was born, everything was high intensity and fast. Very happy or very sad or so terrifyingly angry. Nothing was done small. Nothing was ever fucking calm. I was raised in chaos so therefore I must've have been for it. It must be all that I can be. All that I can create. A creature is born to is born to a certain habitat because that is the only way it can live or try too. Only in those conditions. So if the conditions are violent, the creature is by nature, by its calling, violent. It's the only way it can survive. I was bred to be loveless and unlovable, and cruel, and unkind."

I was born to not know love.

It does not know me.

And I do not know it.

"Everyone runs from an oncoming train. Unless they want to get hurt." He continues.

"Carmen, I can't help but notice that you have a very poor outlook of yourself."

"Most people do." He tries to joke but he's never been one for humor. Doctor Scott does not laugh. Suddenly, "you sound like Sydney," he says.

"What does Sydney say?"

"She tells me I'm unkind to myself."

"She's right."

"She always is." He responds, almost defensively. Shifting on the hard cushion.

"Who is Sydney?"

"My partner." He motions for Carmen to continue but he doesn't, not understanding.

"Who is Sydney to you?"

"My partner."

"No. Not in a work capacity, Carmen."

"Why-why do you ask?"

"You smiled."

"What?"

"When you mentioned her. You smiled. For the first time in the forty-five minutes we've been here."

"Well...I only know her fully in a work capacity. I barely know her outside of that."

"What do you know about her outside of that?"

"She is shy. And she's fierce. And she's awkward. And she bottles everything in. I wish she wouldn't. Her nose crinkles when she thinks. Her voice goes quiet when she asks for something. Her jokes are awful but she loves to tell them anyway. She smiles with her nose and her eyes. She's not afraid of me so I fear her power."

"You fear her?"

"I fear what she can do. She tells me when I'm wrong. When I'm being an asshole. She doesn't give me grace. Like Richie or Nat. And I don't think she should, I honestly don't want her to. She meets me toe to toe except...I am the monster and she's the queen. I'm not used to that. I'm used to fighting monsters. Do I sound like a nursery rhyme? I think I do."

The doctor's mouth does not move.

"She can leave me and not be broken. But if she leaves me...I won't ever be whole. Forever indented by the lack of her presence."

"So she means a lot to you?"

"She consumes me. But if I do the same to her, she'll be gone forever. Lost to the grayness of my being. I would never see her again except, she'd be right in front of me. And that would be infinitely worse."

"You think you are a danger to her?"

"I know I am. But I can't let her go and for some reason I can't fucking understand, she won't leave me. She is angry at me. But she won't go. She looks at me like she believes in me. She is stubborn to show me something I can't even fathom. She wants me to learn it. But I don't even think she's aware of what she's doing."

"And what's that?"

"She is trying to show me love. Or she has already shown me it. But I can't process it. So I scream and she does it back. And sometimes, I see her crying at closing and my mind factory resets so I don't have to think of how I'm the cause of it. I ignore pain. Whether from me or others because I only, always, make it worse. And the next day, I treat her with kindness or rather, I treat her with a lack of anger and hope she smiles. She rarely does."

"You always make it worse?"

"When I was five, Natalie got cut. I tried to help, ran to get a band aid. What I didn't realize is that the first aid kit had a pool of my mother's brandy in it. It was on the bandage. It burned Natalie. I made it worse. Yes, I always do." A beat of silence and Carmen rubs at his chest. "I'm tired of talking." His mouth is dry, his eyes are wet.

"Well, you have an hour left but we don't have to talk. We can just sit."

Carmen nods. He talks anyway. "Sydney is hopeful. Sydney is optimistic. I'm a pessimist. We shouldn't work. But we try anyway. And sometimes, it's like flying. Others, it's like falling straight into the abyss. We clash but I don't want to lose her. So I do what I do best."

"What's that?"

"I cook. I speak through food. Vegetables, fruits, meats. They're all letters and seasonings are periods and commas and exclamation points. That is my language. She speaks it too. That is how we were introduced even though I didn't know that we met at the time. She ate one of my dishes. And somehow, impossibly, she was inspired. She sought me out. I think she might regret it." His brow furrows. "Hey, doc. She's the only person other than family I can apologize too, why's that?"

"Maybe because you care about her."

"I care about a lot of people. She's the only one I can speak too. Say what I mean."

"Well, how do you feel about her?" There's a freckle on his nose. An imperfection Carmen finds. He was trained to find imperfections. In dishes and chefs below him and around him. To break them. To surpass them.

I'm gonna smoke this motherfucker!

But never the chefs above him. They were supposed to break him. To mold him. To make him hard and callused and cruel. Except it didn't take them that long to make him that way. Had a natural knack for it, it seems.

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, how does Sydney make you feel?"

"Uh, you know that moment after a storm? When everything goes quiet. The earth stops shaking. The sky stops screaming. But it's still wet and dreary, there's mud everywhere. You stay inside because it's warm and you're dry and you're safe."

"Sydney feels like that to you?"

"Sydney is that to me."

"You said you can't process love but I think you are. I believe you are learning."

"It doesn't matter whether I'm learning something good. Because I can't unlearn all the bad. I can't unlearn the way my mother's hands curl around a wine bottle. Or how she snarled like a beast when she looked at me. I can't unlearn the way my father left without so much as a goodbye or even a glance back. I can't unlearn how Natalie's nose flares when she cries. And I can't unlearn how Micheal breathed like two hands were choking his lungs. I can't forget that shit. I am that shit." There's a mirror in the room. Everything about him is red when he sees his reflection. "I am my mother's pleas and her accusations. I am my father's son. I have his eyes. I have his ears, I have his tendency to leave. I am my mother's anger and her wretched uncommon happiness. I am the reason for her rage and the target of her calamity. I am my brother's only hope and his dying wish. I am his disappointment and his pride. I am the thoughts that killed him. I'm the one person my sister couldn't get to stay so I am the root of her unhappiness. I am the reason she stays up at night yet still am one of the partakers of her kindness. I am my family's blood and I carry all their scars. I am the outcast. I carry all the darkness because I am strange and they can't understand me so Ma put all the problems on me because I was already misshapen so why not a bit more stretching and pulling until I no longer have a form but am just merely a fog that travels within the spaces they all long to ignore. Those crevices that ache and moan and bitch, that is where I live. In my family's sorrow. In their every fear. In the reason they give up. I am a Berzatto which means I am heartbroken and lonely and full of a fury I can't control. It is my birthright. It is burned into the mechanical nature of my matter. I am loud and intolerable. I move without feeling. I will tear you apart with my teeth like a bear and I will loathe myself for it afterward. I'll give anyone my all but all of me is not something people usually want. I am without a place and without a purpose to any other human being unless I am serving them."

"Except to your family."

"They're my family. They have to love me anyway."

"Except to Sydney?"

It stumps Carmen. His mouth shuts.

"Would you like to talk about your brother?" He nearly has whiplash.

"My brother...I loved him."

"I know."

"He was everything I wanted to be and everything I didn't."

"Can you expound on that?"

"He'd get into fights a lot. But he had passion. He stood up for himself. People liked him. I so desperately wanted to be liked or understood. Nobody got me. They'd try but not really. Sydney gets me."

"So your brother was your role model, would you say?"

"He was my inspiration."

"And when he died?"

"Everything lost its flavor."

The doctor seemingly understanding that his client speaks in the tongue of a chef more than the tongue of a human taps his pen and asks, "and when could you taste again?"

"Sydney made risotto. It needed acid. But I still thought it was perfect. But I didn't tell her that. I diminished her instead."

"Like your mother diminished you?"

His jaw clenches, his eyes water. "Yes." He admits, brokenly.

"Carmen. You're right. You can't forget the things you witnessed in your childhood and adulthood. You can't forget the way you were treated. But you can change. You can be different. You can break away from the things you learned and become new. You can be the person you want to be."

...

It's cold when Carmen makes it outside.

His lips are dry.

His fingers are numb.

His mind feels loopy.

So when he sees Sydney leaned up against her car, he thinks he might be hallucinating.

He walks toward his hallucination with purpose. She smiles at him and he frowns.

"Sydney?"

"Hey!" She rubs her hands together, bracing against the wind. "How'd it go?"

"It uh," he looks back at the office and squints. "It went." He shrugs, not knowing what to say. It was heavy and it was long. And he's tired. She understands that immediately.

"Yeah, these things can be rough."

"Why are you here?" He asks but not unkindly.

"To drive you home."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Dude, it's like ten fucking degrees, I didn't want you to freeze."

"I wouldn't freeze." He says back, confused.

She sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes. "I wanted to be with you after that shit. Okay? Happy?"

He stares at her. She is the sun, he is the moon. Always on one side of the sky but rarely together. He thinks they should become an everlasting eclipse.

She hugs him. Her arms squeeze him so hard that he feels again.

He sighs.

His nose burns from the chill.

He is home.