#does not know how to be chill about anything in their life ever

[to-be-a-dreamer]

I’ve been reading the Grishaverse books/watching the Netflix show for the first time over the past couple weeks or so and I just have to say that I think it's so funny whenever Kaz gets snarky about Inej's proverbs or Matthias's religious talk or Jesper’s Jesperisms or anyone else being even slightly philosophical or theatrical or whatever because Kaz Brekker is the most dramatic bitch in all of Kerch. Like. I'm pretty sure this kid graduated top of his class from the School of Dramatic One-Liners with a double major in "Commit to the Aesthetic" and "Writing Epic Love Poetry Whilst Maintaining the Bad Guy Reputation". Dude wanted to impress a girl and wasn’t sure if getting the whole ass king of Ravka to find her long-lost parents was enough so he bought an entire warship from his friend who absolutely would have just Given It To Him but noooooo Mr. Protecting-My-Investment over here had to pay a fair price otherwise it doesn’t count.

The only, and I mean the ONLY reason I don't say he's the most dramatic bitch in the entire Grishaverse is because Nikolai Lantsov exists and that man once wore his entire army uniform under his jacket to go volcra hunting in the Shadow Fold on the off chance he would get to make a dramatic reveal at the end. He put a spring-loaded curtain in front of the weapons rack on his personal ship just in case he had guests he wanted to show off for. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did the dramatic flourish every time he opened those curtains for literally no one but himself. I also wouldn’t be surprised if he made that set up after he had guests he wanted to show off for. That curtain either went up two hours before he used it or it was the first thing he built on that ship there is no in between.

I need copious amounts of Expo markers, PowerPoint slides, and glitter to figure out which one of them takes the title it is CLOSE.

[july-19th-club]

favorite type of villanous characters are the ones whose motivations boil down to

like they dont even have to have any stakes in the broader situation. they just have take pleasure in destruction

[starkeysbaby]

When the turtle incident at the beach happens the reader gets hurt saving the turtle 🐢 and rafe snap. Everyone sees a different side of rafe

a/n: i LOVE this idea. - Unfortunately i feel like i didn’t do it justice 🥲🥲 but hope you enjoy!! <3

“if i ever see you round my girl again…”

pairings: s4 rafe cameron x kook but not kooky!reader [est. relationship]

warnings: S4 E4 SCENE DESCRIBED/USED (not sure if it’s really a spoiler tho as nothing plot wise is revealed) turtles being hurt, blood, death threat, canon rafe lol, use of swear words. (pls lemme know if i forgot any)

summary: you just wanted peace between everyone, unfortunately you and a turtle became collateral damage over a kook vs pogue contest. rafe is not happy…

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You were a kook? Well that’s what your bank account said. However, you were closer with the pogues and basically hung out with them or your boyfriend.. rafe cameron. that was the weird part. It had been awkward since the pogues all returned from El Dorado. You had sort of become the middle man in between rafe and the pogues including his sister, sarah. It was an unspoken rule between you and rafe that you just don’t talk about them with him which you respected. He’ll come around in his own time you thought.

When the swell came in, your boyfriend and his friends were eager to hit the beach and have a surf day to which you wouldn’t turn down. meeting up at tannyhill, you saw that topper had bought his new girlfriend, ruthie who you weren’t too keen on. You had mentioned this to rafe a while back but he said that it isn’t yours or his business to get involved with toppers love life and told you to just stay away from her if you didn’t like her to which you couldn’t argue.

Arriving at the beach you saw your friends, jj, john b, kiara and sarah and quickly told rafe that you were going over to say hi. Rafe just mumbled something as he set up his towel and told you not to be long as he stared daggers at sarah.

“hey!” you wave jogging up to the pogues, hugging sarah then kie. “what’s up y/nn (your nickname)” kie asked. “not much. just thought we’d hit the waves. i told them we should go a bit farther from here but they didn’t listen… sorry” you explained, knowing it’s best if the kooks and pogues don’t cross paths today. “you’re good. it’s them we don’t trust” jj butts in. “yeah, no. i’ll tell them to lay off..” you smile then turn to sarah. “he’s trying. he’ll come around. i know it..” you tell her, referring to rafe. Sarah just shrugs, pretending as if not being on good terms with her brother isn’t bothering her. “wanna surf?” you smile and take sarah’s hand dragging her to the water as you both laugh.

After surfing with sarah and the pogues for a while, you had joined rafe on his towel and spent an hour or so just chilling with him. He showered you in attention and you did your best to ignore ruthies little comments about the pogues and how jj is a poor sport. At one point, rafe saw you side eye ruthie for shitting on the pogues again. “hey. don’t frown.” he mumbles turning your head to face him and pats your cheek. “i don’t get her problem rafe.” you sigh. “yeah it sucks, but cmon” “no. it’s unnecessary. they aren’t doing anything to her.” you tell him, referring to the pogues just minding their business apart from that tiny squabble with jj and topper in the ocean but topper didn’t seem to care too much so why does ruthie? “i told you, ignore her” rafe says a little sternly taking your hand in his, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “yeah yeah…” you smile as you peck him, letting it go as you didn’t want ruthie to ruin the day.

While you packed up, unknown to you and rafe, ruthie was convincing topper to just ride the truck over to the pogues to mess up their set up. You in the meantime went over to the pogues to say bye, only to find them saving a turtle hatch in which you started assisting with. The next thing you know, you see ruthie driving her truck at a high speed straight at you. While sarah and kie do their best to get the turtles out of the way in time, you stand in front waving your hands trying to get ruthies attention to stop her. “hey! hey!!! stop! there’s a hatch!” you call out but she doesn’t hear you. you can vaguely see topper yell at ruthie, probably to stop but she’s just laughing. kiara notices ruthie has no intention of stopping and quickly pulls you out the way.

Luckily no turtles were hurt at that point but you see ruthie circling around to go again. You stand up again, trying to stop her. Rafe has also noticed this and starts making his way over to get, in his words, your stupid ass out of the way. You realise ruthie yet again has no intention of stopping so you quickly go to pick up a turtle that was in the way but you get hit slightly by the truck, knocking you out.

“what the actual fuck?!” kiara yells rushing to you, she takes the turtles from you and calls for rafe who’s at your side in seconds. He looks up at a shocked, somewhat guilty looking ruthie. “what the fuck is your problem?” he spits “did you not see her fucking standing there telling you to stop!” he yells as he takes off his shirt to wrap around a bloody scrape on your knee from something in the sand. Overall you weren’t too badly hurt but might need some stitches. That was enough for rafe to see red though.

As sarah goes to fetch water to splash you awake, ruthie stutters “i.. i thought she’d get out the way. why would she just fucking stand the-” kie cuts her off “there was a turtle hatch! look what you did! she was tryna save this turtle” kie yells at her, showing her the hurt turtle to which ruthie turns her face away from. “why the fu-” rafe cuts himself off on questioning you to wake you up with the water sarah got. As you felt water being splashed on your face, you sit up. “what happened?” you groan. “y/n im so so sor-” ruthie starts to apologise but rafe cuts her off. “no. you shut the fuck up and stay away from my girl” rafe snaps causing topper to get involved. “hey now rafe-” but again rafe cuts him off. “control your bitch, top” he huffs shutting topper and everyone else up.

He lifts you up and walks towards his truck. “my head hurts..” you mumble. “i know baby.. gonna get you to the hospital aight” he gently whispers to you to which you just nod. With a final “don’t pull shit like that again” from rafe, he places you in the passengers seat before shutting the door and quickly going up to ruthie. “if i ever see you round my girl again… i’ll kill you” he murmurs up close to her face in a terrifyingly dangerous way. Apart from sarah and a few of the pogues, no one has ever seen rafe like that.. so scary.. so threatening… so murderous. Ruthie just nodded which was enough for rafe to leave the scene so he could take you to the hospital.

a/n: hope you enjoyed - kinda struggled to find a way to set the dynamic where reader is dating rafe but close to the pogues at this point in the show cuz i couldn’t see rafes defending someone so furiously unless he was dating her 😭

requests are open!! enjoy lovelies - liv <33

[bbokicidal]

First Times The Charm? | OT8 [SKZ]

Notes : This was a Drabble request someone sent in, so it's short, to the point, and simple. Hope you enjoy! Genre : Smut Warnings : 18+ Content Req : Giving SKZ head for the first time. <- But I altered it so it's not just 'you giving skz head for the first time' and rather, it's 'you giving skz their first head experience EVER.'

Chris :

He's so... so vocal. Constantly groaning, his voice low in his throat and gravely as if he'd just woken up. He's in Heaven, his head tipped back on the office chair he sat in. He's death gripping the poor arms of the chair, knuckles bright red from the flush that had covered his entire body. He, politely, refuses to touch you - partially because he's a little scared to and partially because he doesn't think he can move.

Minho :

In shambles. His body has a habit of trembling each time you take him in your throat and he swears he's never felt anything so good in his life. He's laid back in his bed, one arm draped over his eyes while the other sticks by his side, fingers splayed in your hair; gently pushing your head down each time he needs a little more. You learn very quickly he's a bit of a head pusher.

Changbin :

Stiff as a rock, but also a little tense and unsure. He's so shy seeing you between his fucking thick ass thighs already, his ears bright red and his cheeks warm with excitement. He loves it, he really does, he's just - He's got a bad habit of being a bit jumpy when people touch him. So when you go all the way down on his dick and deep throat him? His thighs snap shut around your head and he nearly suffocates you, not realizing it had happened until you have to slap his stomach and make him let you go. Not that it was that bad of an experience. You'd die happy there.

Hyunjin :

All vocals. Moaning, whining - even chuckling as you slurp on his cock. He's a bit arrogant when it comes to you giving him head. Even though it's his first time getting head from anyone, he's cocky about his size as it bulges in your throat and makes you choke. When he gets closer to release though, he's all breathy and sucking in air, biting his bottom lip as his hand rests atop your head.

Jisung :

So wiggly, so squirmy. Full of the jitter bugs as you go down on him. He's whiney. Very very vocal, very loud - so loud in fact that Minho has to tell him to shut up from the next room over. He gets all embarrassed, sliding his sweater sleeve over his hand and pressing it to his mouth to muffle his whimpers that escape. Also Lowkey fucking up into your mouth because he just can't keep still. Will ask you to eat his ass afterwards.

Felix :

Extremely laid back. The master of acting like he's had it before but you can tell by the blush dusting over his freckles that he's never had it done to him before. (He also told you that, but.) He's lounging back in his gaming chair and he's adoring the sight of you sucking on him like a lollipop. He loves the sounds you make, the soft moans and the wet noises from your tongue dragging on his cock. And he's a bit vocal too - all low moans and huffs of breath escaping his lips. He's very chill about it, but by the time he's coming down your throat his hands are on the back of your neck and he's humping your face.

Seungmin :

Refuses to touch you because he's shaking so much. He's near silent most of the time but he can tell that when you pause to look up at him for a reaction, he'll nod as quick as he can so you know it's perfect. He's falling apart under your touch, lying in his bed and subtly rocking his hips up into your mouth because of how much he loves it.

Jeongin :

Tou.chy. Touchy!! He's all over you, can't keep his hands to himself. At first he's cupping your face, but then he feels like he's in the way of your work so he's just resting them on your shoulders then. But then he feels like he's pushing you, so instead he busies himself with gathering your hair and pulling it back - and he's got big enough hands so it's easy for him. And when he blows, he places a hand around your throat to gently push you away so he can paint your pretty face with his cum.

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[hvnishere]

if you do not identify with failure then nothing can go wrong

need i say more? no, not really but of course i will say more.

identifying with failure is the cause of failure. when you wake up from a shifting attempt and are still in your current, undesired reality, the automatic reaction for some is to admit defeat and accept that you failed. yet, the most successful people are the ones who do not accept failure. it is simply not an option that exists in their stratosphere so remove it from yours.

"will she ever lose?" man, i guess we'll never know - nosebleeds, doechii

this is the mindset we all must adopt. if you know that you cannot fail, that means that nothing can go wrong. it means you do not have to do anything, it will happen on it's own because above all else you will persevere and succeed.

this applies to manifestation as well, not just shifting because this is how life works.

you do not need to live by the auto-assigned rules of this reality. do not take what you are processing with your five senses as an unrefusable fact, you decide what's fact or not. dare to assume success when you would normally assume failure.

every moment is being spent in the reality that you want, no matter what. only accept that and nothing else. no matter what you do, say, or think YOU ARE THERE.

try this out for a week or two. whenever you start to think you are failing or might have already failed, stop yourself and remember that failure is no longer an option so what's there to worry about? stop using effort, trying a billion different methods, and worrying about time while doing this and solely focus on knowing you are always successful in your endeavors but make sure to be gentle with yourself though, this isn't a witch hunt. even if nothing seems like it's changed, it has. you have changed and that's all that needs to change in order to succeed because everything comes from you. this is an amazing foundation to have, you are gaining confidence and acting with brazen impudence.

"maybe next time it'll work? ugh, this is so hard. when will it happen? how long does it take to shift? can this be manifested?" girl, drop it. you've won, chill. how can you fail when you've already gotten first place? let's stop pitying ourselves.

remember that motivation is fickle but discipline is forever, keep your head up baby. you got this i love you! my asks are open if you need help and i'm doing this with you, you're not alone <3

[sapphiccup]

SFW MDNI :D soft sevika/goofy headcannons

-I feel like Sevika would give the best hugs, she always kisses your shoulder and sometimes has cute aggression for you so yes she’s gonna bite that very shoulder she just kissed. You don’t ask why and she doesn’t ever bring it up, you’re just chill about it (giggling and kicking your feet that she’s that comfortable with you though)

-She refuses to share her last piece of her favorite meal. Like absolutely not she is not giving it to no one. She don’t care what’s going on that’s hers to keep. If anything else she will gladly feed you or give you half of her portion so you stay full.

-Sevika would let you know new things about health requirements you should tweak for your routine of life. Because she fucking loves you like duh. She wants you to live comfortably and well, and longer with her.

-She hates icecream, she used to love it but now its just too damn cold for her teeth so why bother? But she does love it when you eat ice cream and kiss her afterwards, loving the sweet taste coming from your lips, and if it’s her favorite flavor that kiss is going to be longgggg

-You have separate blankets, she runs hot, and steals the covers OFTEN somehow? Regardless of her being hot asf she loves taking the covers. So instead of arguing every night about it and her apologizing in a delicious way (morning head) you both decided it’s time to just get separate covers. You sleep with your many pillows and she sleeps with her cooling cover. Ofc you still get morning head whenever you’d like to she’s not taking that away from you unless you would like for it to stop. She will stop as long as you tell her.

-Sevika loves kittens, she sometimes nurse them back to health when she sees an abandoned kitten on the streets of Zaun. Always coming home with a stray in her arms and you prepping the kitten nursery again, cause you just can’t say no to her puppy eyes.

- She pouts often around you when you haven’t paid attention to her as much as she’d like you to. She respects your space but trust and believe me she pouts somewhere in the house that she either hasn’t gotten a kiss from you or flirting.

- She likes keeping you on her lap a lot, arm around your waist and her resting her head in your neck, inhaling you in.

- She talks fast when she’s nervous around you and mistakenly bites her tongue.

-She loves kissing you but she especially loves kissing your ears so you giggle in her arms.

- Sevika loves hearing you yap you have a nice comforting voice to the point where she finds herself falling into a deep sleep. It makes you upset and you think you’re boring but genuinely it’s not that.

- Sevika seems like she listens to asmr 😗

- She sneaks around the house watching your favorite shows to get to the good parts without you knowing, so she can threaten to spoil the show if you try to spoil her favorites

- She has these monster claw slippers that she walks around the house, they are so cute she adores them to bits!

-She likes being pampered and especially pampering herself to regain some control in her very busy life. Her favorite part to do is her skin care routine and she likes painting her toe nails black

- she sleeps with a neck pillow 😚

-Sevika pinches your cheeks whenever the opportunity arises

- and lastly Sevika likes playing the walking dead series, and wants you to watch her play as she shit talks about the characters,

“This bitch molly just took my battery.. fuck molly. Bitch ass. Taking my shit like I didn’t just almost get unalived several times for that. —-Baby, this why we don’t fuck with people named molly”

“I wouldn’t trust her anyway look at how she act” You’d respond sharing the same distaste for her disliked character.

You have had arguments over her choices though because you know you be dead right about something and Sevika doesn’t like being wrong when it comes to her favorite game (that she just started playing but hey it’s her favorite now)

A/n: I was up all night again so I wrote this ‘bout sleepy asf writing this 🥱😴 I’m sleepy rn lmao. I didn’t proof read this so I’m slowly going to edit this! (I lied I am not editing this LMAOAOOAOAOO )

[lexiputellas]

Fruit from the Poisoned Tree - From the Broken Vows series

You are in the bathtub, drinking wine like your life isn’t actively falling apart.

You’re a little drunk.

No, a lot drunk.

Drunk enough that the warm water feels like an emotional support blanket, like if you just sink a little deeper, let the wine hit a little harder, maybe—just maybe—you won’t feel like your entire existence is circling the drain.

Iris and Nora are with Alexia tonight.

It’s strange—how silence can feel heavier than noise, how an empty house can press down on your chest more than the chaos ever did. You should be grateful for the break, for the uninterrupted moment to yourself, but the stillness isn’t comforting. It’s suffocating.

You could go out. Call Evelyn. Pretend you’re 26 again. Stumble into some club, let some stranger press their hands on your waist, let yourself feel wanted for a few hours.

Maybe you should.

Maybe next time, that’s exactly what you’ll do.

But for now—this? This is enough.

You swipe mindlessly through Instagram, the glow of the screen blurring slightly in your wine-drenched vision, until a thought slams into you like a head-on collision.

Eva.

You’ve been so consumed with everything else—taking care of the kids, surviving this never-ending shitstorm, trying not to completely lose it—that you never stopped to wonder:

What does she look like?

Is she pretty? Prettier than you?

Surely not.

But still—you need to see.

You go to Alexia’s profile, pull up her following list, and type: Eva.

Nothing.

Okay, at least she’s a little smart.

You try Jana’s.

Nothing.

Barcelona’s official account?

Still nothing.

For fuck’s sake. You are finding this woman.

Your fingers fly across the screen, jumping from profile to profile like some deranged detective, spiraling through mutuals and tagged photos until—there.

Eva. Doctor. Sports Medicine Specialist.

More like a homewrecking specialist.

Her profile is open.

Thank god. You really do thank god, because if you had to call Evelyn and get her to follow Eva just to gain access, you’d rather set yourself on fire. Not that Evelyn wouldn’t do it—she’d probably be thrilled—but you do not have the patience for her dramatics tonight.

Your stomach twists as you scroll.

She’s… pretty.

Not model-gorgeous, not someone who’d stop traffic or get cast in a perfume ad. Just… normal pretty. The kind of woman you’d see at a café and not think twice about—until she opens her mouth and destroys your family.

Her smile is wide, her hair is pretty. There are pictures of her with dogs. Pictures of her on vacation, laughing with friends.

Just a normal, pretty woman who fucked your wife.

Fucking. Bitch.

You sink lower into the bath, scowling at your phone. It’s not that you don’t think you’re attractive—you know you are—but you were at least hoping she’d be ugly. Just a little. Some weird nose, bad teeth, anything.

Instead, you’re staring at someone so average it makes you want to scream.

How the fuck does she sleep at night?

You like her most recent picture.

Let her see it. Let her feel the chill creep up her spine when she notices your name. Let her wonder what the fuck is going through your head.

Your pulse is still pounding when a new thought slithers into your wine-soaked brain.

Ellison.

Nora’s coach.

Why the hell are you thinking about her?

Maybe because she’s new. Maybe because she’s kind of cute.

You shake your head, scoffing at yourself, but your fingers are already moving.

Where do you even look? Nora’s team Instagram?

Bingo.

Ellie Mercer.

Former player. U.S. National Team.

Huh. So she actually had a career.

Her account is private.

Not all is a win.

You hit request follow anyway, the little requested button practically mocking you.

Are you insane?

Yes.

You should put your phone down. You should get out of the tub, wrap yourself in a towel, drink some water—maybe stop acting like a woman on the brink of a

Instead, you sit there, half-daring, half-dreading the possibility that Ellie Mercer might accept your request right now.

Wouldn’t that be something?

One tap and you could see everything.

What does she even post? Gym selfies? Some motivational bullshit about hard work and determination?

Does she have someone? A girlfriend? A wife?

Why the fuck does that thought make your stomach twist?

God, you need to get a grip.

But you’re not ready to let it go.

So you keep scrolling.

It’s stupid.

And then you see it.

Posted just a few hours ago.

A picture.

Alexia.

And it’s bad. The kind of bad that makes your breath catch in your throat, that makes your fingers tighten on your phone like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

She looks too good—perfect, radiant, like something out of a fever dream. The tight lines of her body, the way her hair falls loose and messy around her shoulders, like she’s barely trying.

Heat unfurls low in your stomach, curling between your legs. Your entire body reacts before your mind can catch up.

Your fingers hover over the screen. You should stop. You could keep scrolling. You should keep scrolling.

But you don’t.

You let yourself look, let the image burn itself into your mind. You let your breath stutter and your chest tighten as your body responds the way it always does when it comes to her.

Heat licks up your spine, sinking deeper, lower, twisting through you in that familiar, treacherous way. You shift in the water, your thighs pressing together, a low ache starting to pulse through you.

Fuck her.

Fuck her for still doing this to you.

Your fingers twitch against the screen. You know exactly where this is going.

You shouldn’t.

You really, really shouldn’t.

But you do.

Your free hand slips beneath the water, finding the warmth there—nothing compared to the heat burning through you now. Your skin is already too sensitive, your pulse erratic, your breath uneven as your hand moves lower, searching for release.

God, you hate her. You hate how effortlessly she still owns you. How, even after everything, your body betrays you the second it remembers what she feels like.

You squeeze your eyes shut, but it only makes things worse.

She’s there. Right there.

Alexia, her body pressed up against yours, her hands sliding over your skin, her mouth hot and insistent against your neck. You can almost hear her—low, rough, that voice that used to make you shiver. The way she’d whisper things in your ear that would make your knees weak.

You suck in a breath, your back arching slightly, heat curling tighter in your core.

It’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

Your phone slips from your hand, nearly falling into the water. You catch it just in time, your fingers trembling as you swipe out of Instagram, heart pounding, skin flushed.

You know exactly where to go.

You open your hidden folder, scroll past the photos and videos you swore you’d never look at again, not after everything.

And then you find it.

A video.

The screen flickers to life, grainy at first, then sharpening into devastating clarity.

Dim lighting. Messy sheets. And there she is.

Alexia, on top of you, hair falling around her face, her pupils blown wide, her body moving against yours in a way that sends a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

“Hold it steady,” she murmurs, and in the video, your laugh is breathless, shaky, already wrecked.

“I am,” you whisper back, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Alexia smirks, that familiar, devastating smirk that always made your stomach drop. “No, you’re not.”

Then—her mouth.

A whimper escapes your lips, your hand moving faster beneath the water, chasing the pleasure that’s already starting to slip away from you.

On the screen, Alexia moves with purpose, her hands sliding down your body, her mouth trailing heat along your skin. You can hear your own voice through the speakers, shaky and desperate.

“Ale…”

She hums, low and indulgent. “I got you.”

Your breathing stutters, your back arching as the memory of her—of her mouth on your skin, her hands spreading over your waist—makes the heat in your body burn brighter, sharper.

The video plays on—Alexia’s mouth moving lower, teasing, taking her time. You remember exactly how it felt, the press of her lips, the way she looked up at you through her lashes, her eyes dark with intent.

Your hand moves faster, your hips shifting involuntarily in the water as the pressure builds and builds, heat twisting tighter inside you.

You’re so close—

And then your phone rings.

Loud. Abrupt. Horribly timed.

You flinch, the sound of it shocking you out of the haze you were in. The video cuts off, the screen flickering—Alexia’s face disappearing and reappearing, this time in a way that makes your stomach lurch.

It’s her.

Her name flashing on your screen.

You freeze.

Heat vanishes in an instant, replaced by a sharp jolt of adrenaline. The video is still playing, but it might as well be a distant echo now, drowned out by the insistent ringing.

Your heart pounds as you fumble with your phone, fingers wet and shaky as you see her name again.

Alexia.

The universe is fucking with you. It has to be.

You hesitate, chest still heaving, your body still throbbing from what you were just doing. You could ignore it. You should.

But then—the kids.

Your hand shakes as you wipe it on the edge of the tub, taking a deep, unsteady breath before you swipe to answer.

“…Hello?”

There’s a pause.

Then, her voice.

Low. Familiar. Still so fucking effortless.

“The girls are sleeping.”

You blink, trying to pull yourself back, trying to will the heat from your body, but it’s impossible. Alexia exhales softly on the other end of the line, and you hear the faint rustle of fabric, the distant hum of something in the background—maybe the TV, maybe the quiet of her place.

You press your knees to your chest, struggling to make your voice sound normal. “Okay.”

There’s a beat too long. You can feel her waiting, hanging on the silence.

You don’t fill it.

“Just thought you’d wanna know,” she says, smooth and casual, like she didn’t just ruin you a minute ago without even knowing.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Your voice is rough, your throat dry. You clear it quickly, reaching for your wine glass with shaking fingers, needing something—anything—to ground yourself.

Alexia hums softly. Then—“What are you doing?”

You almost choke.

There’s no way she knows. No way.

You force out a laugh, too light, too dismissive. “Nothing.”

Silence. You can picture her now—head tilted, brow slightly furrowed, trying to figure you out.

Like she still knows you.

You shift in the water, the coolness seeping into your skin, making the heat of the moment feel more distant. You set your glass down, pulling the towel closer. “Did you need something else?”

Another quiet breath. It’s impossible to tell if she’s tired or if it’s something else entirely.

“No,” she says eventually. “That’s it.”

“Okay.”

You expect her to hang up.

She doesn’t.

You wait, your fingers gripping the towel so tightly your knuckles ache.

“Good night,” she says, softer this time.

You close your eyes, exhaling slowly.

"Night.”

A beat. Then the line goes dead.

You let your phone slip from your fingers, dropping it onto the bath mat. You stare blankly at the ceiling, your heart still racing, your body still trembling.

The bathwater is cool now, the video paused, mocking you from the dim glow of your phone screen.

And then—another notification.

Ellie Mercer accepted your follow request.

Ellie Mercer followed you back

You don’t open her profile. Not yet. You barely even finish the thought—because another notification slides in before you can process it.

From Alexia.

A picture.

You click it without thinking.

And suddenly, everything stills.

Iris curled up on her side, a fist tucked beneath her cheek. Nora beside her, arms flung wide, one leg dangling off the bed like she collapsed mid-chaos. The soft nightlight glows faintly in the corner, casting golden shadows across their sleeping faces.

No caption. No words. Just this.

Your heart clenches so sharply it’s almost physical.

You stare for a long time. The screen dims once, then brightens again under your touch.

Your fingers move before you can stop them. They look so peaceful, you type.

You set your phone face-down on the floor, lean your head back against the edge of the tub, and close your eyes.

You don’t know what the hell you’re doing.

But the ache inside you hasn’t gone anywhere.

It’s still there.

Still sharp.

Still growing.

And it’s not stopping anytime soon.

[dearestzaychik]

I have this funny moment based on the experience I have with being a shedletsky main where I was actually getting chased by a good Jason main and I panicked so loud that my mic kinda makes it look more of a jumpscare to Elliot making incomprehensible words like "ELLIOTPLEASEGIVEMEPIZZAIREQUIERPIZZA" really fast which they are also in a CROWD of other survivor just chilling so they actually jumped and the killer even laughed at that even stopping for a while(I was shaking my phone so dangerously as well since the group didn't even help me survive and scattered everywhere,which I got a little frustrated LOL)-🍖🍰

I wanna have a request where the reader doesn't take anything seriously until they get hurt similar to chance but does get a little AGRESSIVE when not given a heal,imagine a reader rushing up menacingly to Elliot and grabbing by the arms deathgrippingly and shaking them violently about requiring the pizza like their life depends on it

how would the others react Infront of reader from a poorly shaken up Elliot because of unexpected reader was..(especially 7n7 or builderman reactions)))

Wait I love this idea its so silly HELPP you helped me remember I should def make fics abt the things I experience in game one day!

The Pizza.

Forsaken Survivors reacting to Survivor!Reader DESPERATELY needing a heal..

WORD COUNT : 4.4K+ words!

TW ; Cussing

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Usually, you were never the type to lash out on people. You were known as the laid-back, easygoing type of individual. Especially considering your abilities were on the support side of things, granting others speed and other buffs to help them get out of a chase.

However, this very match seemed to get under your nerves. 1x1x1x1 has been targeting you the whole round. You're practically on life support, and you can't seem to find any other teammates that could've helped you. Seriously, where were the Sentinels and Survivalists that can either stun the killer or tank a hit for you via body blocking? And most of all, where were the Supports that are meant to heal and help you?

You have practically been looping and kiting the killer for 3 minutes, and even 1x1x1x1 themselves seemed to be amused by your situation as well. All of this struggling, and you finally managed to find your teammates all cuddled up in one corner of the map, emoting and conversing with one another as if the killer was friendly this round. Which was not the case considering your situation.

You didn't know what happened, you just reacted on instinct as you ran up to Elliot. Limping and stumbling, yet you managed to stay balanced throughout before grasping his shoulders tight, paired with a glare that would've killed the very person you were looking at if looks could kill, as the whole chaos stopped around you.

"Elliot, with ALL due respect, GIVE ME THE FUCKING PIZZA."

Although in your perspective, your tone was perfectly fine. To others perspective though, not quite as your whole voice echoed throughout the map. Hell, even 1x1x1x1 had to stop there as silence befell upon the crowd.

Realizing how tight you were gripping onto Elliot's shoulders, you let go of him. Yet still out of breath as you looked at him with a blank expression, waiting for that goddamn pizza. It was safe to say after the pause, Elliot managed to pull out a slice of pizza from the pizza box he took out, but you ignored the slice of pizza he was handing you as you took the whole entire box instead before turning around and walking away, leaving all of them with silence in the air.

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Elliot.

To be completely honest with you, He didn't even know that it wasn't a friendly round, and after that whole scene he couldn't help but feel shaken up yet also guilty about it.

After all, ever since he was transported in this realm he doesn't really have any other job other than healing now. Your sudden outburst just reminded him how he once again failed to be decent at the only job he had to uphold at the moment, and that because of his own ignorance it leaded to you, a usually laid back and pretty kind individual to lash out like that.

The other survivors had to check up on him after both the scene and the match, trying to reassure him that it was alright. Trying to convince him that it was all just a simple misunderstanding. Yet he can't really focus on the others words right now, all he was focused on was your battered and bruised figure simply limping away until you went out of sight.

He knows from experience that he shouldn't overthink and overexaggerate things, but how can he not when all this time you've treated him with respect and benevolence, and all of that finally seems to snap and those emotions felt like it was directed towards him?

After that match, he couldn't really face you until the next day. You went up to him, apologizing and even offering to help cook the batch of pizza's he usually makes alone early in the morning to ready up for the rounds later. He lets you do so, as this bonding experience with him made way for you to be able to talk with one another about what happened yesterday. He felt a bit better once you did confirm it was just a sudden burst of emotions, and that it wasn't any bad grudges held against him.

During future matches, he became even more attentive to the Survivors health. As well as the situation of the current round whether it was a friendly round or not. He has to check not once, not twice, but THRICE make sure the round is completely safe and he can relax after that.

He made sure to give you the bigger slices after that too, even when you were over it and even apologized to him for the outburst, he didn't want to see you lash out again. Especially after all you've done for not only him, but every other survivor as well.

"...Don't be joking around like that, here have a slice. I don't mind if your HP is around 70%, just eat up alright? You should really take care of yourself more often."

007n7.

He was shocked when he saw you ran up to Elliot, battered and bruised so badly. He didn't really participate with the others activities and just awkwardly stood at the corner, considering he didn't really have a stable and good relationship with them if you weren't in the picture. He felt bad after that, especially when he out of everybody could've noticed it so easily that you weren't there. Instead, he was just caught in his own grief and problems to notice yours. After you left with the box of pizza, he silently left the others as well, trailing behind you. The others wouldn't notice him gone either way, as he made sure to leave a clone behind to act like him even if its just for a little while.

He found you just sitting on an unfinished generator eating the pizza slices alone. An unfamiliar frown is seen across your face, an expression that usually isn't seen with an individual like you. Despite his cowardice, he mustered up the strength to go up to you, just silently placing down a medkit right beside you before pushing it a bit towards you. He didn't make any conversations, kneeling down at the side of the generator as he started fixing it. When you did take the medkit, he looked up noticing how different you looked now. You were back to being okay now at least, and that was good. He didn't talk until he finished the rest of the generator, standing up as he kept you company for the whole duration of the round. "...You can talk to me about it if you want to. Whether you do talk or not is entirely up to you, but I'm just letting you know I wouldn't mind to listen if you do." He offered, remembering the times how you let him talk to you about his own grievances and problems. Its about time he returned the favor to the very person that wasn't afraid to interact with him even with the knowledge of his misdeeds.

Builderman.

You were one of the first survivors along with him and Shedletsky to get transported here, and he never actually saw you like this until now.

He had to stop Shedletsky from coming after you, as he knew you needed alone time more than anything. Convincing Shedletsky to check on Elliot first rather than you for now.

He as well didn't participate in the activities, but him, Dusekkar and Guest 1337 was too busy acting as babysitters for all of the other survivors to notice you. So seeing your reaction to your current predicament, he didn't blame you for feeling this way.

Over all probably one of the people on the chiller side, but that doesn't mean he didn't care. After the match, he went straight to you and pulled you outside where he practically scolded you for not opening up more on your real feelings and emotions. But he didn't scold you that harsh, as his scolding faded to a more gentle approach on the situation.

After that scolding, he ushered you to go back to your room as he walked with you until you reached your room and he saw you go in. Footsteps grew distant as you were finally left alone to ponder on his words.

He is in fact, trying his best. He can't really express his gratitude and feelings properly from his own words, so he prefers to express it by actions. He might not be able to give exactly good advice, but he can cook up a pretty darn good meal.

After a while, you would start to smell a delicious scent you were always familiar with and soon enough, he'll be right at the doorstep of your room with a tray of your favorite meals and snacks combined... And maybe one chicken leg under a pile of lettuce that was seemingly sneaked in by someone as well.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on, eat up. You deserve it after the last round."

Shedletsky.

Definitely feels guilty, after all he was just goofing around not even bothering to check if everybody was there. He almost went after you if it weren't for Builderman stopping him. He could only just watch you as your figure faded away, letting out a sigh as he went up to Elliot to check up on him instead.

After the round, he couldn't really find any other way to comfort you seeing how Builderman was already dragging you away to talk with you in private. The only opening he saw where he could help with was when he saw Builderman cooking.

He knew the man long enough to know why he was doing this, after all when they fought with each other he would always say sorry with a plate of someone's favorite meals. Shedletsky practically already guessed that Builderman probably scolded you just based on this alone.

None the less, taking the initiative he helped with the preparations for the meal and snacks. While Builderman was distracted though, he sneakily placed a chicken leg on the tray. Giggling and laughing to himself while at it as he thought he hid it pretty well.

He felt proud of himself when he saw his coworker was unable to notice the chicken leg when he grabbed the tray and went upstairs to your room. Even doing a little dance after that, Mission Success! He actually did something to help for once!

...He was in fact, not sneaky at all, Builderman caught him but he didn't say anything about it. Acting as if he doesn't see the obvious hidden drumstick under a suspiciously hand-placed pile of lettuce on the tray. He let it slide for the time being, knowing how Shedletsky meant well after all.

As the tray was given to you, you inspected the giant pile of lettuce. Under it was a Chicken Leg, with a little note attached to it as a familiar messy handwriting was on it and it read..

"When ur feeling better, Lets play SFOTH tgt! :D"

Dussekar.

Although Dusekkar doesn't usually involve themselves with sudden scenes like this... He would admit that what all of them did, including him, was quite an ignorant move.

After the match, they weren't quick to check up on you. After all, others were worried about you, there would have to be someone that would calm and reassure them while Builderman and Shedletsky was busy checking up on you.

So the duty of reassuring everybody there went into his hands, taking out the board games at their disposal and helping everyone at least forget about it for the time being. Of course, Guest 1337 offered to help and he did quite greatly appreciate them for doing so.

He may talk in rhymes and riddles, but he was no fool. He was a great observer, observing everybody's mood and behavior during the matches, specifically Elliot's. He made sure everybody was having fun to say the least.

Because of them, everybody eased up more on the situation and understood that no matter what you ended up doing, it was still you and they shouldn't be afraid of your side that was a bit messier than the laid-back, friendly side you usually had that they were used to.

A few days after the incident, you stumbled upon Dusekkar as he seemed to be holding something. It wasn't long before he gave it to you, revealing it to be a Small, Seemingly hand crafted notebook and pen.

"What a lovely moon we have today, for fate to bring us both today. One may request you to write your feelings here, for you're the only one able to acknowledge yourself the most compared to everyone here."

( can you tell I'm bad at making rhymes.. 💔 )

Guest 1337.

Guest 1337 doesn't consider himself that emotional, at least after he got transported here. Yet during that sudden outburst, he couldn't help but sympathize with you a bit.

After you left with the box of pizza, he was the first one to immediately check on Elliot. After all, the poor man was still shakened up even after you left. He didn't expect you to act like that, none of them really did.

After the match, he helped Dusekkar calm the others down knowing Builderman and Shedletsky were already doing something to make you feel better after everything that happened.

He was a man with few words, as he doesn't know how to express comfort through words as well. Although he can give good advice, it was only when survivors needed tips on how to survive the rounds. He can give advice for other means as well, but it wasn't as close to when he's giving advice for surviving. He's in the military after all

Although you didn't notice it at first, After that match Guest 1337 started to be more active when it came to defending you against killers. Giving you a good job once and a while for your supporting efforts, as well as creating a conversation with you when the killer isn't chasing you both.

It practically was a win-win, considering he was able to protect you from the Killer and you were able to help him get away or dodge away from dangerous and lethal attacks with your abilities. killers hate to see you two together during a round and sometimes even leave you alone completely. Although it already happened, he couldn't help but backtrack to that event at one of your conversations with him during a match.

"..I hope you didn't take that situation too heavily, in the end we're all just trying to survive and live to see another day. No matter what happens between any of us shall it be left behind for the coming of a new day, after all it will still be the same people we will see and share company toward one another for as long as we are still in this realm."

Taph.

Although he was the newest survivor, he heard enough from Shedletsky to know what type of person you are. Hell, even Builderman seems to praise you to an extent as well. Considering you were quite the benevolent individual or so he has heard.

During the whole entire fiasco, he was probably one of the few who weren't as affected as much. Probably because he didn't know much about you, but he definitely seemed to notice how the others were shocked to see you act like that.

After the round ended he was still pretty neutral about it, just going along with the others with board games as he watched the chaos slowly come back from before.

After everything settled down and everybody returned to their room to go and rest, he decided to go to the kitchen first to grab a pack of brownies to snack on and that's where he found you, doing the dishes late at night.

He didn't really come up to you, but he did coexist beside you as he searched the drawers and the pantry for any brownies, but just couldn't seem to find any of it on the usual spots he placed them at. Whoever was in charge of cleaning the kitchen last time definitely moved the brownies elsewhere..

You noticed this, and after you finished washing the dishes you offered help finding it and soon enough, you were able to locate the brownies on the very top shelf of the pantry itself. Making sure to grab it an give it to him while at it.

He looked at the pack of brownies and back at you for a while, before he opened them and gave you one. Probably as a thanks for helping him as after you took it he grabbed the rest to himself as he left the kitchen, up to his room.

That was actually the first interaction you both made to one another and you couldn't help but feel better, looking at the brownie he gave you. It gave a sense of comfort along with it, probably for the events that happened earlier.

Chance.

He found himself caught off guard after that, his coin dropping onto the floor as he didn't say anything after a while. Even when you left and the others were checking on Elliot, he stood still for a while thinking about something.

He always known you as a chill and easygoing individual ever since he came here, and you were the easiest person he can get along with because of that. Yet despite that there was something that always felt a bit weird with it, and he didn't know what it was until now.

None the less, after that shock he fixed his hat, adjusting it as he grabbed the coin off the floor and just went ahead and patted Noob on their shoulders, noticing how the poor individual was practically shaken up just by the loud outburst as well.

After the round, he helped lift up the tension between everybody after that, being one of the people to not be affected as much during the outburst. Although he couldn't help but stare in the direction of the hallway for the rooms from time to time, trying to check if you were ever going to go back down.

When you didn't go down, after everybody retreated to their rooms he just silently stayed in his room, his door slightly open to hear anything that will happen outside. Once he heard a door open and footsteps leaving, he checked to see who went out and it was you.

You headed upstairs after finishing up the remaining dishes for today, yet you were greeted with a fluffy surprise at the door as you were greeted with a Big, Fluffy and Grey Bunny Plushie at your door. It didn't take a detective to know who left this, considering there was only one person who used to own a bunny like this outside of this realm. It even had a little note in its mouth.

"Hope you feel better soon."

After that, he never really mentioned anything about it again. Especially when he was with you, he made sure to keep you company when Guest 1337 or Shedletsky wasn't in the rounds. Hell, even got closer to you after that incident. Both of you being able to open up more to one another as time went on. It was probably because both of you already seen each others flaws and errors, being able to bond more closely as the pressure of the other person's judgement for seeing what you are disappears.

After all, if you didn't mind how he acted between good and bad situations, who was he to judge you for lashing out like that?

Noob.

They're probably one of the people who were most frightened about the situation, again, they were used to you being easy-going and taking things pretty well... They didn't really expect you to act like that, but they didn't hold you responsible for the tense situation.

Chance had to calm them down after that, as they didn't know whether to check up on you, Elliot, or just stay silent in the corner. They still feel bad till this day for not being able to help during this time as they watched the others comfort Elliot or defuse the situation while they just stood there, frozen on the spot.

After all, you were still an individual with feelings. They felt really bad after that incident though, especially remembering how battered and bruised you were during it. But they just can't get themselves to stand up and comfort you, no matter how hard they tried. They just can't seem to do anything to help, and they definitely felt bad for not being able to do so once more

They were pretty tense and awkward when they were with you after the incident, stumbling on their own words and unable to hold a proper conversation with you compared to before. You knew it wasn't out of bad intentions, but were you really that scary?

Even in the following day of the aftermath, they were still pretty tense around you. Their perspective of you changed after all, it wasn't in a bad way, but it wasn't really in a good way either. It was just... A different angle of what defined you as an individual. You were more than what they usually expected from you, and they were still trying to adapt to that.

None the less, it was probably after 3-4 days when they finally start warming up to you again. Offering their snacks to you and hanging out with you from time to time as both of you binge-watch shows that were available on the TV together. Even when their snacks tasted too bland for them ever since they got here, whenever they shared it with you it felt like the taste was coming back to them once more. Even if it was for a little while, it takes them to a time where you remind them of someone they used to hold dear to them once more.

"...Well, Its your turn to pick the show now.-- I won't mind any show you pick of course!... As long as it isn't too scary."

Two Time.

They stayed silent during the match, just watching the scene unfold with their eyes as they just blankly stared to you and Elliot. After you left, they didn't really move from their place. But it wasn't because they were shocked or anything, in fact you could say they were even amused by the whole situation as they saw the other survivors scramble to ease up the tension that was created.

They went along with the others as they played with them after the match ended, but they couldn't help but backtrack a few times to what happened earlier. They would be lying if they said they weren't interested in seeing more of that side of yours.

After all, you were pretty much considered to be easy-going and patient within the team. It created a new perspective with how you were as a person outside of what they know about you. It made them feel like there was more than meets the eye when it came to you.

It was like seeing an Angel slowly fall from grace and embrace what they think is right for them to do if you think about it. After all, no matter the situation they think all you need to do was follow and listen to the Spawn, and you'll be guided towards the right path.

Is probably the least affected out of everybody here, they still interact with you like nothing ever happened. Although, if you let them talk about The Spawn to you then it starts becoming entirely something else. Your conversations will slowly turn to Two Time trying to convince you to join them in their religious journey.

Although, if it starts to push over some of your boundaries, you can attempt to ask them to stop. They'll follow your request, But it won't be long before the topic comes back once more, no matter how many times you tell them to do so. To their eyes, you were too gullible and naive to know what's good for you. They believe you can do so much more than with what you know if you just trusted the Deity... Let them help you lead you to the right path, the very path Spawn intended them to help you do so.

"Don't worry, the Spawn is forever patient, you have all the time in the world to think about it. The Spawn will always accept you, all you need to do is just believe in them."

BONUS!

1x1x1x1.

They targeted you first because you were the nearest and fairly annoying to go up against. They can recall the many times they lost a match because of you and your stupid abilities.

Although, during this match she noticed how none of your teammates seemed to have come for you. It wasn't a problem for her though, that just means she'll take you out way more easily compared to the last bunch of moments she tried to do so back then.

He was persistent in his chase, leaving you with only 5 HP until you finally stumbled upon your fellow group of survivors. During the sudden outburst, he couldn't help but pause his movements. After all the times he encountered you, he never once felt a single ounce of hatred within you.

Even after they murdered you multiple times in the most brutal ways possible, they never felt an ounce of hatred from you. Not until right now when it practically just suddenly bursted out of you, an intense set of negative emotions suddenly whirling around you.

Being a creation born from hatred themselves, they would be lying if they said they didn't enjoy this scene. Your negative emotions were something they didn't expect to feel so powerful, it was clear you were holding everything back long ago.

Maybe it was the fact she never felt such emotions within you, that she didn't notice how different it was compared to others. None the less, she could only look at the survivors trying to ease the tension that was left behind after all of it. It was a pathetic sight, she could've laughed at it in a normal situation. But right now, she had her eyes entirely locked onto you as you left.

He watched as you interacted with 007n7, silently feeling your negativity go away once more until none of it was left. He wanted to savor the only few times he would feel this way, and now that it was gone he didn't need to be stalking you. After all, he already extracted a good amount of those emotions and he felt more powerful with it.

They chuckled to nobody but themselves, walking away as they accepted the defeat for once. After all, they just discovered something way more interesting, and they'll use that to their advantage more than anything. Perhaps it won't be so boring after all.

NOTES

Sorry for the wait! I gotten quite sick these past 2 days and is currently dealing with menstruation today so I had to lay back a bit on the posting. I'm feeling better than last time, but I'm still recovering and still dealing with cramps so waiting times will definitely slow down because of it.

If you gave a request, don't be alarmed if I looked like I didn't seem to post anything about it yet! Trust me when I say I'll give an update / post smt abt the ask if I can't be able to write it. So if I haven't replied to your ask yet with a short answer as to why I can't do it, then that means I have accepted the request!

Once again, thank you for your everlasting patience and thank you for reading this fic! ALSO starting today I have decided to start writing for Blocktales as well so hit me with those requests! :3 Once again I hoped you enjoyed it! I also hope that I didn't butcher the writing on any of the characters here.. 💔

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[mocchii-writes]

can you do a thanos x reader (with slight dae Ho x reader) where they used to date before he became a rapper and did drugs and she’s the only person he ever truly loved. They break up because of the person he becomes and cut contact, seeing each other for the first time at the games. Thanos is keeping up his cool guy persona and flirting in a dickhead way, but then he sees her getting along with dae Ho (who likes her too) that cause thanos to actually be vulnerable with the reader in private, acting like he once was. up to you if you want to make it an angsty or fluffy ending

Well, all the stars would shine a bloody red

Paring: Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x fem!reader, slight Kang Dae-ho x reader

Summary: Seeing Thanos in the games after he changed for the worse, but he sees you too.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Brief mentions of prayer, mentions of drugs, swearing, death, squid game stuff

A/n: grr I'm not good with angst, I'm sorry if this sucks lol. Also, it came out way longer than I expected, so sorry for that ♡

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The world seems blurry around Thanos. The leaves on the ground are nothing more than a distraction from your face. His heart beats faster as you smile at him, telling him some story he can't remember. The park is nice, a cool breeze ruffling your hair slightly.

His hearing is the first to go, and your voice becomes incomprehensible murmurs as the world slowly darkens and shifts. He can't see you anymore, either, and his vision soon blackens like an exposed film. Soon, the darkness is replaced by blaring lights as he opens his eyes.

Oh.

He sits up, his loose shirt clinging to his damp cold sweat. Why had he dreamt about you? It was so long ago, but he knew he'd never recover. His mattress always feels empty, now. No matter what girl is in it, it's always empty. You were so perfect, how could he have lost you?

It doesn't matter anymore, and he knows it. His life is better now. He just needs to keep saying that until he can wake up and feel like an entire person. But for now, he's just a husk, and he knows it. He'd never admit it, though. He can hardly admit it to himself. He knows he's changed. He wishes he could say for the better, but fame does something to a person. He still remembers that day.

He was high all the time, at clubs or concerts, hardly home, and hardly himself. You had spoken to him a week or two ago, telling him you were worried.

"Please, Su-bong." You had whispered. It was the first time you had gotten to speak to him in a while. "Why are you doing this? Why are you changing so quickly? So harshly?" He thought you were going to cry. So did you. Your hand rests on his arm. But he, for some fucked up reason, brushed you off.

"Chill, man. I'm not changing, I'm living my life. Why can't you just let me? Be happy for me?" He shoves your hand away. "I have a signing soon, see you later," he dismissed you.

That night, though. He should've been able to tell you were different. Your demeanor was cold and dry. But he couldn't even recognize himself, so you expected nothing more. You were sitting on the couch, arms crossed, zoning out into the ceiling. He stumbled in, clearly high off his mind. He had hickeys. You don't care, at this point. You can't remember the last time he even hugged you, but you stopped trying a while ago.

"Hey, Baby," he muttered, taking off his jacket. He walked over and sat next to you, turning on the TV.

"Do you know what day it is?" You calmly asked. You were prepared for this. You already knew what he would say, he didn't even deserve the benefit of the doubt, but you still asked him anyway.

"Happy anniversary." He'd said, dismissively, switching the channel. You scoffed, focusing your eyes on him. You stood, and he looked at you, almost annoyed.

"You're not yourself." You say, biting your lip, trying not to break.

"What? Flower, I thought we were past this." He groaned. You didn't say anything. You just grabbed your phone and walked to the door.

"Talk to me when you can remember my birthday." You said, slamming the door. He didn't comprehend it at the time, passing out after a while.

But he does now.

He can't take it. He lost all his money, unable to blind himself anymore. He rarely dreams of you, but it hurts more each time he does. He was stupid. He is stupid. He's never felt for someone like you since then. He stands, defeated, and heads outside.

He's not proud of what he plans to do, but he is confused when a man in a suit approaches him.

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You have to squint your eyes to get used to the bright florescent lights in the strange room you find yourself in. You panic, but only briefly, before remembering the Ddakji, the small card, and the ominous car you entered.

You take a moment to assess your situation but don't get very far. There are many different kinds of people around you, seemingly in the same situation. You wear identical tracksuits with different numbers and are surrounded by strategically stacked metal bed frames. You then notice the violin music playing from seemingly nowhere and everywhere, and you finally stand up.

Many people join you as the crowd looks confused. Until a buzzing sound is heard, cutting off the peaceful music, as large doors at the front of the room open, and people in bright pink uniforms walk out. One starts talking about games, money, and lots of things that would normally interest you (or any other sane person), but your attention has drifted elsewhere, your world stopping in its tracks.

It's not like he's difficult to notice. His hair is still that stupid purple, and he still seems to carry himself with a sense of arrogance, but you almost wish you hadn't seen him, as memories come flooding in of the life you still sometimes mourn.

You barely begin to think of him in a positive light before your thoughts are interrupted by his voice, proving your hopes wrong. "What's with these shoes?" You roll your eyes as you watch the back of his head. "My shoes are limited fucking edition, they're hard to find." He whines. "You going to replace them if they get ruined?" Nice to know his priorities haven't changed. Your dread doesn't fade when other people begin asking questions. You almost get on your knees and pray, right there, that he doesn't see you. Instead, you decide to focus on more important matters and listen to the guards' answers.

One particularly whiny guy pushes a little too hard, and his name and number are soon ominously announced by the guard speaking, followed by his debt, age, and history. You refrain from smiling as a video is played on a large screen of him playing Ddakji and presumably losing. More videos are played, thankfully none of you, but there is one of Thanos, sadly without him getting slapped. The pink guard then continues speaking, offering a chance at a better life, or so he says. It's not like you have very many options, though.

The lights turn off as you watch a clear piggy bank lower, grabbing your interest. Even more when a prize of 45.6 billion won is announced. It's not like you have many options. So, when lines are formed, you sign the paper.

Eyes naturally trailing to Thanos, you notice him fussing with the whiner from earlier. You can't hear what they're saying, but you resist the urge to scoff at his immature behavior. He's nothing if not consistent, at least. It is kind of funny, though, watching him be pulled off of the guy.

You get your picture taken, ignoring a flight of fans to Thanos and an embarrassing moment to witness, and are led to an open, sandy area. You see an ominous-looking doll, but your thoughts are interrupted. "The first game is Red Light, Green Light."

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shit shit shit

What is this psychotic prison? You thought that 456 guy was crazy, high, or something other than honest! You know you don't have much time left. You glance up at the clock as it ticks down.

00:52

Well, fuck. You're going to end up like those people at the start of the game. Just another failure with no money or life dragged away before anyone could remember your name.

You can't distract yourself with that now, though. There are only a few people left (considering there are like 400 in total), and your position at this moment isn't the best. To make things worse, as soon as you hear that devilish singing, you're pushed. Hard.

Your body crashes to the ground, and you feel your leg bruising immediately. You struggle to stand up. You know you can't run anymore. The doll spins its head back around as your mind races.

00:28

You're going to die. You know you are. You can't make it that far whilst limping. You glance around, praying for something to happen in your favor when you make eye contact with someone at the end, already finished.

He looks kind, at least kinder than most people here. He sees you, he sees your situation, and he nods at you. You're unsure what that means until he runs to help you when the music plays again. When he reaches you, he freezes once he has an arm under you.

00:20

The doll looks away, and he pulls you up with ease. You wince, but you know you have bigger issues. He smiles apologetically as you both move as fast as your body lets you until the singing stops again.

00:14

You feel bad for this boy. He's just trying to help you, but you've now taken down another sweet person with you. He senses your tiresome energy and covers his mouth before the doll moves to look around.

"Don't give up. We're so close." He says, staring daggers into your eyes. You squeeze them shut and bite your lip. "You can do this," He whispers. The singing begins again.

00:07

You sigh and push yourself up again, both of you continue moving as you feel people's eyes on you.

00:02

He pushes you forward as you fall over the line, him soon after as the clock stops.

00:00

You instinctively cover your eyes as you hear the shots that echo through the room, as the remaining players lose their lives to this wretched game.

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The boy walks with you back to the sleeping quarters. You're both shaken, but you manage to speak. "Thank you," you whisper, but you know he hears you. "I thought I wasn't going to make it."

He looks at you and nods. "Of course." He says softly, "I'm Dae-ho." You smile at him and introduce yourself. You both make your way to a corner and sit on his bed as the guards enter the room again.

Some people cry, some people start begging, and you kick your legs and watch it play out, frightened, but curious. Eventually, the familiar piggy bank dramatically stoops down again, this time filling with money, climactic music playing. The mood is soon killed, though. 24 million is the share each player would get, and you squint at the guard. Your mood isn't much better when you hear another voice.

"24 million?" Thanos asks, "You said 45.6 billion!" he says, an accusatory tone in his voice as the guard re-explains the situation. You aren't listening very closely anymore, though. Your heart and mind ache with thoughts of your past. You miss his kindness, the gentle Su-bong, who always closely cared for you. Now, all that's left is a harsh concrete wall between you two and the sting on your shins from the fall you took.

Before you know it, it's time to cast votes on whether to stay or leave this fever dream of a place. Your number is pretty low, so you get to see a lot of people's votes. Unsurprising to you, Thanos wants to stay. After a scene is caused by 456, you cast your vote and return to Dae-ho. He starts talking, breaking the silence between you.

Neither of you are quite sure what there is to say, but he talks anyway. He talks about his sisters, how they raised him, and his father, who never really knew him. He talks about his time in the military and what his life was like. You listen, nodding, laughing when he says something funny, and understanding. You both get food. It's not the best, but it's food, nonetheless. You begin to tell him about your life, but you're soon both distracted by 456, sharing his knowledge on the next game. Curious when you find out it's Dalgona, Dae-ho confirms your suspicions and verifies what the game is. Once the crowd dies down, he energetically offers you and himself to join the group, and they don't decline.

You're soon distracted, though. That empty aching feeling returns as you watch Thanos and his friend harass someone again. The same guy from earlier, 333. No matter how much you think you miss him, it's always drowned out by a hatred for who he is. You're soon brought to reality again as the sound of Thanos hitting the ground drives your attention back to the situation. The boy is soon held back and punched. Your stomach tightens as you watch the boy you once knew to be funny and kind, be so aggressive and violent. You know he'll never change, so you simply turn to focus on something less depressing, only to find Dae-ho slipping his egg onto your plate. You smile at him, distracting yourself successfully until even he looks over, noticing a man from your group kicking Thanos's ass.

You have to refrain from laughing, but Dae-ho doesn't try to hide the grin on his face. You could hardly admit to yourself that it slightly ached your soul to see your sweet boy be hurt like that, but the thought diminished quickly, replaced with an anxious realization that you're not just looking at Thanos, but his eyes.

He sees you.

Oh, fuck.

This was probably worse than watching that stupid timer tick away. His eyebrows soften from angry to shocked to bittersweet. He doesn't smile at you, but you can almost see his apology in his eyes if it weren't for his dilated pupils. His eyes look next to you, but your attention is soon changed as you hear Dae-ho. "Are you alright?" He asks, looking at you. It's only now you realize you're shaking, and you suddenly feel it all settling in. Your situation. The people, the place, the danger, it's a little too much. You bite your lip and nod, heading to the bathroom to clear your head.

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You honestly should've expected it, but you didn't. You're standing over the sink, washing blood off of your face when the door opens. You look and immediately look away. How did he even get in here? You let out a shaky sigh as you grip the sink, distracting yourself yet again.

"Hey," Thanos says, his tone a little lighter than what you've heard so far.

"I can't believe they even let you in here." You scoff, trying, and failing, to hide the crack in your voice as you look at your reflection. You're a mess. Your hair is damp with sweat, water, and probably blood. Your face is tired, your lip is quivering. You honestly look worse than him, and he just got the shit beaten out of him. "What do you want from me?" You say, not looking at him. You honestly don't expect him to be gentle with you, he never was before you broke up, but you're proven wrong.

"I don't want to upset you, Baby." He whispers, walking closer slowly.

"Don't call me that." You say, closing your eyes. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be an asshole like he always was. Then you could tell him off and leave him in the dust again, but now you have no plan. He's not being Thanos, he's being Su-bong. You haven't heard from Su-bong in a painfully long time.

He's still coming closer. You don't move, though. You're not sure what you want him to do, but you don't think he knows either. He leans down a little bit to look at you from the side, and you open your eyes and look at him, finally. He's so pretty. You feel your eyes getting glassy as you look at him, the pain of your burnt love story refreshing in your mind. His eyes aren't as dilated, but still a bit. You hope it's just because he's looking at you, but you aren't going to think about it.

He seems to notice your glossy eyes and furrows his brows, tilting his head slightly and looking at you sympathetically. It felt unwelcome but familiar. He lifts a hand slightly, appearing to try to touch you, but doesn't move it from its place in the space between you. You don't pull your eyes from his until the stinging is too much, and you close your eyes. You tilt your head downwards to hide the trickle against your cheek.

You feel his hand hold your face gently as he sighs lightly. "I'm so sorry," is all he whispers. You want to lean into his touch and accept his offer of love and forgiveness, but you're scared. He knows you are. But you don't move. You don't want him to stay, but you don't want him to leave.

"I know." You say, defeated. You bring your arms away from the sink to play with your hands, your body naturally turning to him. "You always said you were." You whisper, sniffing. You see his eyes close and he looks frustrated with himself, but you feel his other hand on yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your hands.

"I was so stupid, angel. I couldn't see what I was igniting until our love was already burnt." He says, never taking his eyes off you. You laugh lightly, and he smiles, confused. "What?"

"Kinda sappy, but I'd expect nothing less from you." You tease, as he scoffs. You sniff once more before dragging your eyes to meet his. You're met with nothing but care in his eyes. You look at him and are reminded of your perfect boy, who always made you smile.

"Please forgive me." He whispers. "I still dream about you. I've never loved someone like I love you." He admits, so quiet he was scared you might not hear, but you did. Your heart beats a little faster as you move closer, leaning your forehead to his. he closes his eyes, and you copy. You had certainly missed this.

"It will be difficult," you say, he nods, "Don't hurt me again, please." He bites his lip, and both his hands find your jaw, moving back to look at you.

You inch closer to each other, painfully slow. Your breath is shallow, you can feel your brain screaming to stop. He's so soft, though. Nothing is stopping you. You can feel his breath fanning onto your nose as his thumb glides over your cheek. Your hands have the urge to hold him, to let him love you and cherish you. You want to lay your face on his neck and fall asleep in his arms.

You want to question yourself, too. You want to stop, run away, and ignore every call. That is until your hands find his shirt, and you realize you can't stop if you try. This is what you need. This is why you want to cry. This is what you're aching for, and the heart wants what it wants.

So, you lean forward, accepting the wave of warmth that washes over you when he softly kisses you. You get chills up your body, one of your hands moving to his neck, then to his hair, slowly pressing a little harder, feeling him loosen in your grasp. You want to keep it this way forever, to stay in his presence and be showered with gentle love and appreciation until you're suffocated. But still, you lean back. You can't deny you're glad to see his smile when you open your eyes, and he can't say he's upset to see yours shining back.

[retroaria]

Michael Kaiser. That’s it. That’s the post.

i’m having kaiser thoughts. i’m pondering my orb, and all it’s showing me is michael kaiser. the evil voices in my head (my ask box) are taunting me (sending very nice requests) to sell my soul to michael kaiser (finally write something about him) and so here i am.

summary: random kaiser hc’s (lmk if you want more/nsfw ones)

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 🪽 - aria

• thinking about how possessive he would be in a relationship. it isn’t overbearing, in the sense that he trusts you and lets you do you’re own thing. however, he’s a rather insecure man behind all that smug douchebaggery that he puts off and he has a hard time watching you interact with other men of his same stature. because truly, no matter how good he is to you, he isn’t the best person all around. there are guys out there that would be better for you and he can’t help be fear that you’ll be swept off your feet and taken from him.

• Kaiser is gentle with you. you actually turned him into a completely different person. It’s not that you’ve really changed him at his core, but you’ve opened him up to love he didn’t know before, and so he feels like he has nothing to be afraid of with you. he’s vulnerable and expressive and happy with you. he makes sure to provide that same experience for you in the relationship, making sure you always know you can go to him for anything and you don’t have to hide anything from him.

• In the beginning of the relationship, Kaiser is very protective of your privacy. He’s really afraid of the consequences that may come with the world knowing who you are and who you are to him. he’s not naive, he knows there’s bad people out there. not only that, but it’s no one else’s right to know you’re love for each other. i see him doing a soft launch and that’s it. after that he’ll post you on occasion and be a little less aggressive about hiding from paparazzi, but he still doesn’t want to share you. you’re his whole world, keyword HIS.

• kaiser LOVES intimacy. physical or emotional, he loves those sweet loving moments that come to fruition from the trust and bond the two of you have cultivated. he loves showering and taking baths with you, relishing in the gentle touches as the two of you clean each other up. they’re always filled with soft giggles and quick kisses, before drying each other off and snuggling up. he loves listening to you talk about your day, not sparing him from details you may have spared others from. telling him all the thoughts and actions you aren’t proud of, unafraid of being judged in his eyes. the vulnerability of it all makes his heart beat fast, but you’re both so trusting and in love that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

• this might be a hot take, but i feel like the concept of marriage would scare him a bit. it’s not that he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with you, because he absolutely does and already plans on it. it’s just a level of commitment that he never thought anyone would dedicate to him. he doesn’t want you to end up regretting it in the future. he doesn’t shy away from conversation about it though, he actually wants you guys to talk about it and get a feel for where you both stand. when the time comes to take that next step, he’s as ready as ever. just make sure you don’t break his heart please (or i’ll find you bro.)

• dates with kaiser can either be extravagant and classy or they can be chill and sweet, he can do both. sometimes he wants to take you to the nicest restaurants he can fine, see you all dolled up looking absolutely stunning for him, and pamper you the entire night. other times he just wants the two of you to do something fun and spontaneous, would take you to a fair and win you all the stuffed animals you want, or would take you on a stroll around the city, letting you frolick through the shops while he holds all your bags for you. he’s such a gentleman either way.

• kaiser loves being domestic with you. doing the laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning the house, making dinner, he loves it. in those moments he finds himself wishing they would last forever, just the two of you existing in each others presence, he has nothing to worry about.

moon divider- @strangergraphics-archive

[yournightmary]

SFW&NSFW Vi HCs

content warning:: it’s kinda a mix of modern!AU and not idk, fem!reader, smut obviously

AN:: I love muscle mommies

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She might look and act tough but don’t let her fool you. She’s such a silly goober. Okay, at first she might a little cold and distant and take a lot to warm up, but once she does she’s a sweetheart.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I think there might be a ‘you fell first but she fell harder’ situation. She isn’t really that into dating or looking for the love of her life, so when you first met she didn’t even think about getting with you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ HATES when people help her. If someone does, she’s convinced that she owes them something.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ But she really likes to help other people. She likes to be the one that people owe something… and she just feels really stupid when she doesn’t help someone she totally could. (as people should)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Very self-conscious about her hands. Mostly about the scars and bruises that are on her knuckles, that’s why she wraps them up or covers them with chunky rings.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hates fancy clothes. Doesn’t remember the last time she wore a normal bra.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ This girl doesn’t have any manners!! That’s the downside of growing up mostly around men. And the Lanes.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite way to spend free time (besides working out) is watching stupid reality tv. You know, the shows that you can just put on in the background and turn off your brain.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I’m taking this from the trailer- if she’s having a really shitty day she’ll take it out on a punching bag, but sometimes that makes her feel even worse so she ends up hugging it instead.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s really touch starved but she doesn’t know how to ask for affection. She’ll just silently sneak up on you and hug you from behind or spoon you once you’re already asleep.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You might think she doesn’t know how to do makeup but she does the best smokey eyes in the world!!! Also has the prettiest natural lashes you have ever seen.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Loves to just lay down and relax. After being on edge her whole life the short moment she can chill with you before sleeping is like literal heaven.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She could cry every time she gets a gift. Even if it’s something small or something that won’t last- like food or flowers- it just makes her eyes water.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite thing to lay down on is your lap. She’s such a thigh girl omg. I mean, she loves every single part of your body, but thighs… oh man.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Lord have mercy, she’s obsessed with them. Her hand is big enough to grab almost your whole thigh. She loves to kiss them, bite them, grope them- anything and everything.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite thing to do is using her fingers on you but god fucking damn it- it takes her so long to start. She has to unwrap her bandages, take off all of her rings, wash her hands. That’s like at least 5 minutes.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She genuinely likes the taste of pussy. Maybe it’s because she spent half of her life in prison eating slop, but she’d eat you out over any food.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I believe in happy trails on girls supremacy. So hot :3

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She not only has insane strength, her stamina is the same. She’ll go at it the whole day and night.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I can’t decide whether she’d hook up with people often or be an inexperienced virgin. Because on one hand if she wants to get laid, she’ll get laid but on the other- maybe she thinks it’s too intimate to do with some random person?? idk

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Loves to finger you in front of a mirror (she just wants to see her own muscles)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Riding her abs or toned thighs… somebody help me.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Honestly, I don’t think she likes to receive that much. I mean- obviously she likes it, but she’d just rather give.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s so embarrassed by her own moans omg. She loves to hear them from you, but when it comes to herself? No way. Maybe a groan or two, but nothing more.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She would never hurt you during sex. It’s such a major turn off for her. She saw and caused too much violence in her life to find it arousing.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Apologies to my scissor sisters, but she will strap you down. Especially from behind- she just loves your ass too much.

my obsession came back

[starrygazers]

in my streamer era?!

aka: modern au streamer characters and their life with you.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ felt like writing smth more lighthearted (once again procrastinating on my homework)

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : modern au, fluff, crack

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring : Mydei, Phainon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Phainon ➤ vlogs, irl streams

Phainon loves traveling and talking to people, which makes him the perfect irl streamer. he has a large following due to the fact that he's so polite and friendly to everyone, but somehow his streams always go wrong in the funniest, murphy's-law-esque way

he's streaming in a restaurant and reviewing the food and the next moment a waiter trips and spills a water jug right to his camera and lowers the video quality for the rest of the stream

or he'd be doing a grocery run and the things that he wants are all gone, and he has to ride the bus to the grocery store that's further away, and the bus would blow a tire in the middle of the highway so now he's hungry and stranded with no groceries

these somewhat harmless, silly and unexpected situation keeps his viewers entertained, and the fact that he's always so optimistic about it has viewers donating to his streams to cheer him up whenever something goes wrong

his mods are so protective of him that if anyone starts trolling they'd be banned in an instant

when he first met you, it was by chance, and you don't recognize him (he's a niche even on streaming sites; his fans gatekeep him because they don't want people trolling this nice boy)

he falls in love with you immediately, and it's so obvious by the way he talks about you on stream.

"chat, there's this person," he lays the camera down on the counter and starts unloading his groceries. "and they're so... like... I don't know how to say it. they're so pretty, but also so scary to talk to, but it's not because they're mean or anything, I think it's a me problem. do you guys ever feel like that about someone?"

of course, his chat teases him relentlessly about his newfound crush

once he finally has the guts to ask you out (someone sent him a super donation telling him to, and he feels bad not doing it), you say yes, and he's over the moon.

he introduces you to his chat, and even though you're a bit confused and new to all of this, your personality balances out with Phainon's so well that his community can't help but love you

he doesn't film all your dates; in fact, he rarely ever does. whenever you're on stream, it's because you're both spending time chilling or cooking or doing grocery runs together. he likes to keep a small portion of his life private, and he doesn't want you to feel like you're a tool for his moneymaking scheme.

overall, he's such a nice understanding boyfriend, and if having a camera around you is too much then he'll respect your space and schedule his streams around days that he'll spend alone so he can have you all to himself without any distractions.

Mydei ➤ fighting games, tourneys

you can't convince me this man isn't some sort of fighting game god, particularly tekken, mortal kombat, smash, or something in the likes

he'll spend hours just 1v1-ing randoms on the internet, and he's got his friend code public for anyone who wants to try to challenge him.

this obviously brings a lot of traction because there are a lot of tryhards who want to test if Mydei's the real deal (he is, and he does so while talking shit and not breaking a sweat)

fans enjoy his straightforward, no-bullshit commentary (roasts) while he destroys players with a straight face. it's almost comedic how such a stoic man could have such a petty personality, and chat always teases him for it, but he could not care less (whatever brings in the bag)

"Get out of here if you can't even jablock, man. All that big talk for you to not even take a stock from me is just embarrassing," he spits out. "You're so mean, he's trying his best, yeah, sure, chat. He should try his best recovering from the sauce I'm about to do to him."

he'll sometimes do irl streams when he's in tournaments. he'll do a hotel tour (begrudgingly, because he keeps getting donations forcing him to do it)

he's by no means funny because he tries to be. people just find his mean commentary and resting bitch face amusing, and he's also good looking, so he has a lot of fangirls

he's been in a relationship with you since before he started streaming. matter of fact, you were the one who suggested streaming (because if he's going to spend that many hours on something might as well try to make money from it)

you often walk in on him while he's in his man cave, and you'll stay a bit to chat with him or interact with the chat

if his fangirls are mean to you, they get banned immediately ("MODS!!!! GET THEM THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!")

he's very proud to call himself your boyfriend. Whenever someone tries to flirt with you in chat, he'll have a quip comeback of some sort about how they can try but you're in a very healthy, very secure relationship

he is unfortunately the type of streamer to have lots of tiktok edits to chase atlantic songs (iykyk)

but he'll only repost his fan edits shipping him and you <3

definitely the type of guy to wear an ugly "I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND" t-shirt out in public, he's just a nerd like that.

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©2025 starrygazers. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

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[latteodyssey]

can we start again? | Tim drake x reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: you and him had broken up for a little over a month, then one night he shows up at your house unexpected. masterlist

You were preparing for bed, the steady rhythm of Gotham’s rain pattering against the windows. You opted for warmer pajamas, the cold creeping through the air reminding you of the chill outside. The dim light of your bedroom cast a soft glow, creating a cozy, yet lonely atmosphere. It was a quiet night—too quiet—and as you looked at your bed, piled high with blankets and pillows, it felt empty. And you knew exactly what—or rather, who—was missing.

You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander. Lately, he’d been on your mind more than ever, especially on nights like these. Was he okay? Was patrol as draining as it used to be? Was he hurt? Did he think about you, even for a moment, in the quiet hours of the night?

The guilt was a constant companion. It always bubbled to the surface, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. You were the one who ended it, after all. You couldn’t keep doing it—the sleepless nights, wondering if he'd make it back alive. Watching him bleed out in your living room as you tried to patch his wounds. Long, dangerous missions, each one a gamble with his life. The thought of it made your stomach twist in knots.

But you hadn’t just walked away without a word. You’d talked about it endlessly, pleading with him to choose between his duty and your relationship. But he couldn’t—and you couldn’t ask him to. How could you? He had a duty to protect Gotham, to save lives. You knew that. But still, you couldn’t ignore the gnawing fear that one day, he wouldn’t come back.

You’d just finished buttoning the top of your pajamas when you heard a soft knock, a sound so unexpected it made you jump. You froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then you went to the window.

And there he was.

He looks pathetic, he knows he does. Tim stood there, drenched from the rain, looking like a ghost of himself. His dark hair clung to his face, and his Red Robin suit was soaked through. His eyes looked tired, weary. He couldn’t decide whether to look at you or the ground, and that uncertainty in his gaze broke your heart.

"Tim, what the hell—" You yanked the window open, the cold night air rushing in and stealing your warmth. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Just get in here!"

Without saying a word, he stepped inside, water dripping onto the floor. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at you as though he hadn’t quite figured out what to say. His eyes searched your face.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” You couldn't help the rush of concern in your voice.

“Can I stay here with you? Just for tonight?” He whispered, his voice fragile, laced with a mix of hope and uncertainty, his eyes never left yours. “Please?”

His words hit you like a punch to the stomach. Your shoulders sagged in defeat. You couldn’t stand seeing him like this. Please. The way he said it lingered in your mind, echoing with every passing second.

"Yes, you can stay, Tim," you said, and his expression softened, a faint relief crossing his features.

You convinced him to take a warm shower, worried he'd fall sick from being in the rain for so long. While he showered, you found yourself going through his old things, discovering a sweater and sweatpants you had never returned. Honestly, you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to throw anything away. You hadn’t even mustered the courage to pack them away in a box.

"Hey," you heard him call softly.

Turning toward the sound, you froze for a moment. There he stood, a white towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his athletic physique. He was, quite frankly, breathtaking. Your heart raced, and you swallowed hard, trying to maintain a calm composure. But the way he looked at you, with those pleading eyes, melted you completely.

"Your clothes, Tim," you said, handing them to him. As he took them, you couldn’t help but notice the scars covering his body—years of battles and pain you wished he never had to endure.

Tim calmly accepted the clothes and headed toward the bathroom to change. You kept this, he thought, a brief flicker of affection warming his chest. After a moment, he emerged, fully dressed, and found you sitting on the bed.

"Tim, are you okay? What happened?"

He had imagined this moment countless times—playing out different scenarios in his mind, trying to craft the perfect response and anticipate your reaction. But now, standing before you, his mind had gone completely blank. Without saying a word, he walked over to you and sat down beside you on the bed. It took him a moment before he finally spoke.

"I miss you," he blurts out, his voice raw with emotion. "I know it's not easy being with me sometimes. I know the whole vigilante thing is stressful and dangerous, and I know you worry about it—rightfully so."

He pauses, his eyes searching for something in yours. You move closer, gently cupping his face in your hands, your thumb brushing tenderly across his cheek. His gaze softens, and he leans into your touch. The warmth of your hand against his skin makes his heart melt and his eyes fill up with the tears he's been holding back for so long.

“I need you" he admits, his voice barely a whisper, full of vulnerability. I guarantee that we can figure something out together. I just want to start again, with you.”

“I need you too”

You reach for him, your lips finding his in a desperate kiss. His hands slip around your back, pulling you into him, as if this moment might slip away if he doesn’t hold on tightly enough. When you finally pull away, both of you breathless, your forehead rests against his, your hands tangled in his damp hair.

“I would love to try again with you”

[alexispunkkk]

stress remedy

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- pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

- summary: after some stressful times with school, peter surprises his pretty girlfriend with some flowers

- warnings: basically nothing, just pure fluffy! some kissing + mentions of stress

- word count: 1.7k

- author’s note: hiii! my first tumblr fanfic ever. requests are open, i’ll be doing mostly peter parker and andrew garfield.

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Your boyfriend has a busy life, and you truly have no clue how he even manages. Balancing you, schoolwork, his internship at Oscorp, and being a fucking superhero?

Obviously, that’s far too much for many people. But Peter Parker isn’t just anyone — he’s your sweet boy, the one that does it all. Even with all of his duties, the poor guy still is the most perfect boyfriend in the world.

Between the stress of school and work and whatnot, each day is beginning to feel longer and longer. Days were dragging on into colder winter nights, rather than the fun nights in the summer where you and Peter had as much time as you could ever possibly want.

You almost had no time. Coming home from school or work, you’d go right down for a nap, wake up for dinner and homework, then go straight to bed. The only thing keeping you awake for the few dull hours was your wonderful boyfriend.

Tonight was the same: half asleep in bed, your cat cuddled up to your side by force and threatening to escape the cuddles. A few sheets of homework on the desk, obviously undone, the TV on instead.

Peter knows you’ve been having a tough time at school, he’s the most adorably observant person you’ve ever met. And even with all of his own seemingly never-ending issues, he managed to put you above them all.

Your cat finally wriggled out of your arms and leaped out of the bed, scrambling under it at the sound of a knock on the window: Peter’s signature knock, to be exact. Before you can react, the tiny double-tap knock is accompanied by a gorgeous — maybe just slightly crumpled — bouquet of flowers.

They’re strung up by an all too familiar web, dangling down off of the upstairs neighbors’ Juliet balcony.

You felt like such a princess whenever Peter gave you such a dramatic arrival, dangling flowers and snacks or swinging in to surprise you. Only to be more princess-like, you scampered over in your dainty pajama set to the window, opening it and resting your arms delicately on the chilled windowsill.

Your chin soon joined, settling down on top of your forearms adorably, the stupidest grin plastering across your face when Peter finally swings down and takes the flowers off the web.

“Hi, spidey.” You giggled and stood up, opening it further to pull him inside with no effort to be careful.

“Hi, sweet girl.” He beamed back and stumbled into the bedroom with a chuckle, that all too familiar boyish grin crossing his own pretty face.

In seconds, the two of you became a tangled mess of limbs. The flowers were quickly discarded onto the desk, a quick web shooting from his wrist to shut the window and stop the chilly breeze that was slowly infiltrating the room.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you right up into your favorite spot. Your body was suspended up into the air, rested so perfectly flush against his own.

With the quiet giggles and kisses exchanged, your sour and tired mood was forgotten faster than anything.

The familiar feeling of his cold hands traveling under your shirt and across your back was intoxicating as usual, making you want to melt right into him and stay there forever, to forget about all of your worries and just be with him.

Your mind was just Peter. Peter, Peter, Peter.

“Got you a gift. Thought you might need a little pick-me-up with that midterm you’ve got coming up.” He backed up to carefully set you on the edge of the soft bed. The feeling of your head tucked so deep into the crook of his neck and his scent going straight to your heart was quickly missed, but he’ll be back soon enough.

Peter grabbed the flowers off the desk and jumped right onto the bed, earning a playful giggle from you.

“Yeah? When’d you have time to pick those up?” You scramble the second he’s laid down, crawling up the bed to accompany him.

His hands glided up your waist like silk, squeezing your sides under the pretty little lace tank top you’d chosen for pajamas tonight. It was an instinctive behavior for Peter, and you were settled in his lap in no time. No matter how often he touched you like this, it’s always as equally electrifying.

“May or may not have stolen them on the way home from Oscorp tonight.”

Once you were cuddled up in his lap, his hands moved toward your head without thought to card through the locks of your hair, pulling you closer with a quiet, domestic hum.

His words earned a snort from you, exhaling heavily while you settled on top of his body, head instinctively finding its favorite spot in his neck.

“Wow, how special am I? My boyfriend steals me flowers.” You joke, pressing the softest kiss to that sweet spot behind his ear.

In return, his hands moved up your shirt, the tip of his thumbs just barely ghosting the bottom cup of your breasts.

“Shut up, I just wanted an excuse to see you. You’ve been so holed up recently at home.”

Your eyes roll and your arms tighten around his neck, scoffing and feigning annoyance.

“I have not been holed up, thank you very much. Just … studying?” You laugh and shift in his lap, reaching across his now warm body to grab hold of said stolen flowers.

They were pretty, just maybe slightly crumpled up. But that’s the Peter Parker charm: everything had to be a bit messy when it was coming from him.

“Yeah, studying. How’s that going?” He snickers back, running one strong hand up through the top of your hair to expose your face that he was so enamored with.

The feeling of a gentle kiss to your forehead melted your heart like usual, making you both soften up and quit with the teasing.

“Not good,” you sighed, slumping back down and going all limp on top of him, your nose faintly brushing his jawline. “I haven’t done any of my homework. I’m so burnt out.”

Peter’s own face softened at that, looking down at you and brushing more of that hair out of your face to get a proper look. To his suspicion, your faint eyebags looked … well, a little less faint.

“You’ve gotta get some rest, then, baby.” He sighed and brushed his own nose into your hair, pulling your head under his chin to rest there while one hand stroked down the base of your neck.

You opened your mouth to protest, but you knew fighting over things like this with Peter never gave you a win. As much as you love him, he’s so damn insistent — he won’t let you do anything if it’s not all beneficial for your mental health or whatever he’s going on about.

“Fine. I’m not gonna fight you tonight.”

Your hands quickly work down his body, tugging at his belt in an attempt to get it off. He helps you work it off quickly, climbing out of bed for a moment to discard his jeans and coat to get comfier.

You only whined a little bit when he got up. To be fair, both of you were awfully clingy, not just you.

“Good, you’re not touching that laptop again. Not after that essay you spent all of our time on the other day.” Peter says, and the second the clothing hits the floor you pull him back down with a quiet giggle.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

He’s tugged nice and close quickly, so perfect against your body. The comfort of your bed has warmed his body up and he’s just in heaven with you wrapped up in his arms.

“No, don’t wanna go to bed.” Your face turns into a pout at his comment, stuffing right into his neck like always. “Let’s just talk. Get my mind off of school. Please?”

As convincing as you attempted to be, the yawn threatening to pull at your lips and the clingy nature you only fell into when you’re really tired gave you away.

“Baby, c’mon. Look at you. All pretty, but exhausted.” He cooed and chuckled, stroking the back of your hair to pull your head back under his chin the way he likes.

Quiet, protesting giggles escape your mouth, but when he keeps trying to pull you closer you’re on the verge of giving in.

At the sound of your constant stubborn whines at the simple thought of going to bed, Peter knows he’ll have to step it up.

“Come on. I’m not gonna be able to sleep myself if I know you’re stressed out. Let’s go to sleep, sweetheart.”

The gentle tone of his voice and slight puppy eyes urged you further and you truly can’t help it in that moment. A sigh escaped your mouth and you reluctantly moved closer, pulling the covers over the two of you.

“Fuck off. Fine.” You yawned once you finally allowed yourself to, letting your body go limp against him.

“There you go. Just close those pretty eyes, yeah? They look heavy.” He whispers, making sure the comforters are over you in every spot, not letting a sliver of skin exposed to the cold air when you could be snuggled with him.

Your protesting let up every time Peter whispered in your ear, the sweet words setting your mind right into a sleepy state. Little “love you’s” and “I’m right here’s” were so quick to ease your mind every time, even at your most stressed state.

“So easy to bribe.” He chuckles against your head once you’re asleep, pressing a last kiss to the top before shutting his own eyes. “G’night, baby. Love you. Always.”

[scribefindegil]

When you encounter a person who does not do something that you consider normative, you need to understand that they could be either stating a barrier or expressing a boundary. A barrier is "I would like to partake of the normative activity, but I can't due to other factors." A boundary is "I have made a decision not to participate in the normative activity."

Many people do not believe that boundaries actually exist! This is why it's so common to give a clear "No" on an issue and get inundated with people saying "But have you tried-" They can't conceptualize that anyone might actually want to avoid X thing, so they assume that you totally want to do X and you would love X so much if only they could figure out a way around whatever pesky obstacle is getting in your way. But humanity contains multitudes, and for any given experience you consider vital for happiness I promise there are people who are Just Not Interested.

If someone is stating a boundary, do NOT talk about how sad their life must be, and do NOT try to push them! Just accept that their life experience is very different from your own, and isn't that a beautiful thing?

Barriers are different. Barriers suck. With boundaries, the only problem is other people being dicks. With barriers, the problem is the barrier itself . . . and probably, additionally, people being dicks. There's really not a way to win in the people being dicks department when you don't do something that other people have decided is Necessary For Humaning.

If someone is talking about a barrier they face, still don't talk about how sad their life must be, although it's fine to commiserate with a friend if they're complaining. It's hard! Some barriers are pretty insurmountable; the person might not ever get to do X even though they want to. And a lot of people don't believe that this kind of barrier exists either; we're very much taught that you can do anything if you try hard enough, when that is simply not true. If someone tells you that they can't do something, listen to them and respect that.

The only reason for not doing X that people really acknowledge as real are the surmountable barriers. And these are real, but even in these cases you should always assume that the person knows themself best and not give advice unless they've specifically asked for it. But if they have asked, it's chill to try to brainstorm solutions with them.

As someone who has both things going on, it really sucks that people tend to assume that everything is a) a barrier issue and b) that they personally have the solution to it. Don't do this.

The only way you can tell if something is a boundary or a barrier is to listen to people and believe them.

Example:

If you offer someone a drink and they say, "No thanks . . . I haven't really found anything that I like yet," (barrier, potentially surmountable) it is probably cool to ask them if they're open to trying something new, and if they say yes ask about their tastes to try to find a drink they would enjoy! They might like it or they might not.

If you offer someone a drink and they say, "I can't, it interacts with my meds," (barrier, insurmountable) you can say, "Aw, that sucks!" and offer them something nonalcoholic.

If you offer someone a drink and they say, "I don't drink," (BOUNDARY) you should give them a mocktail and shut the fuck up.

[skygemspeaks]

marvel universe dashboard simulator: spideytorch ship war edition

🤟 spideyparktorchtruther Follow

🕷️ spideyslut22468

god i'm so fucking tired of hearing about johnny fucking storm's love life. it's always spideytorch this, stormparker that, and now i have to deal with this new monstrosity of a ship? have we considered maybe leaving them alone? these are real ass people, why are you even shipping them anyways? go find some anime twinks to thirst over

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🧟 avgnwyrkr Follow

so anyways i still haven't stopped thinking about that one tiktok where the person saw spider-man chilling eating a hot dog one day and went up to him to ask him what he thought about peter parker and it was so obvious the person was trying to start some drama or whatever but instead spidey just apparently went on for like ten minutes about how awesome peter parker is and how good he is at photography and how smart he is and how they've been friends for like ten years

guys, what if we've been wrong all along? what if spidey really isn't in love with johnny? what if he's in love with peter instead?

😏 shutterbugsupremacy Follow

that's what i've been saying!! i mean guys? peter parker is LITERALLY the only photographer that spidey ever allows to get proper photos of him? he's been taking photos of spidey since he was in high school! he literally put out a photobook that was entirely pictures of spider-man.

🕷️ spideyslut22468

y'all are reaching so hard i'm surprised you haven't pulled a muscle. if parker was really in love with spidey would he have sold his pictures to a newspaper that does nothing but slander spider-man's good name? from what i've heard, jjj pays parker pretty well for his spider-man photos. he's not taking pictures of spidey out of love or anything, it's all just for money. same with the book. he's a sellout.

😏 shutterbugsupremacy Follow

hey man, we all gotta eat somehow, and spidey has said in the past that he doesn't care about parker working for the bugle. also, see above about the video where spidey talks about how awesome parker is. maybe you need to cool your jets, yeah?

🕷️ spideyslut22468

spider-man has been friends with johnny storm literally since the fantastic four came onto the superhero scene, obviously he's gonna play nice when asked about his best friend's long-term boyfriend regardless of how he actually feels about parker. y'all are just looking for signs where there aren't any.

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🥰 stormparkerownsmysoul

look, i know that we've all had our differences in the past, but let us not think about what sets us apart, but rather what brings us all together.

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❎ superheroshipbrackets

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❤️‍🔥 spideytorchendgame Follow

me talking to anyone that will listen about my theory that peter parker is just a beard for johnny storm to help keep his actual relationship with spider-man a secret

❤️‍🔥 spideytorchendgame Follow

like guys just hear me out okay? spider-man obviously wouldn't want his real identity to be well known to the public, and publicly dating johnny would put him at constant risk of being found out. so that's why they have johnny fake date peter parker! he's the perfect candidate! i mean, we all know he has ties to, like, a ridiculous number of superheroes. he's worked for both reed richards and tony stark, and people have snapped pics of him hanging out with captain america and deadpool. he's even been spotted with daredevil and daredevil hates everyone! so him dating johnny wouldn't really put him at any more danger of being targeted by villains than he was already in. and what's in it for peter? i mean, he gets to live in the baxter building (he probably has his own secret apartment and doesn't actually live with johnny) and probably gets a bunch of expensive gifts and stuff to compensate for all the shit he has to put up with for being johnny's partner.

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