#fight your own foot idc

[mrsoharaa]

SUGURU GETO WOULD BE SUCH A WONDERFUL FATHER!

[ferrstappen]

Everybody wants a taste l LN4

a/n: i am in an urgent need of writing ideas I've had for MONTHS so brace yourselves I guess?? also the title ofc is from pop anthem jealous by nick Jonas.

i am also very very very stressed waiting for the standing start.

pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader

this is angst. and some tom holland after this poll results <3

summary: Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it.

No one would ever know Lando Norris' was reaching his limit as he stood on the sidelines of another press junket for his girlfriend's new movie: a coming of age movie that already was creating awards season buzz, and God was he proud of her, having witnessed the ten minute standing ovation she received during Cannes.

But of course the limelight wasn't only on her. No, it was on him.

Lando remembers when he was asked who he'd want to portray him if they ever did a biopic and he didn't hesitate: Tom Holland. There could be some similarities between the two, both British, chestnut curls, but now Lando's skin crawled just from hearing the name.

He had dealt with different co-stars during the almost two years of relationship; he'd seen her kiss them, fight with them, fall in love with them, but this was different, he never had to witness her naked skin pressed against someone else, placing her body on top of his, pretended noises he knew weren't real and authentic, but still, they were supposed to be just for him. All for the sake of making a point of her character being an adult now, some shit about an epiphany of being able to take control of her own life, make decisions about her body, and whatever the screenwriters wanted to portray.

And of course Lando didn't help himself.

user1: God has favorites, just check y/n having fake sex w tom holland and real sex w lando norris

user2: no but y/n and tom??? such a hot couple I NEED it to happen

user3: and what are you gonna do with lando and zendaya? lol user2: idc I just want y/n and tom to be a thing

And that was just the beginning, before the movie had even dropped, because the day of the premiere? Everything went wrong.

Sunny Los Angeles had welcomed you and Lando after landing from London, paparazzi eagerly waiting for the arrival at LAX, catching the perfect pictures of Lando placing you in front of him, holding your hand tightly and doing his best to shield your body from prying eyes who just wanted a couple of dollars.

Despite being jet lagged after spending a couple of days in your home in Monaco, there wasn't much time to catch a break because the moment the two of you set foot on the Beverly Hills Hotel, they barely let you take a shower before giving some nice, fluffy robes. Lando was first, out of nowhere two people were working on his hair while the other was applying some kind of serums and creams on his face, but he didn't care when it was time for another team to start working on you; Lando was mesmerized by the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the natural glow of your skin, the deep red of your lips.

"I don't like being so separated," Lando pouted, walking towards your seat, earning a giggle from you because he looked so funny and cozy with the big robe.

"There's not much we can do, baby. I can barely move," You searched for his eyes and that was when Lando got the idea. The hair stylists gasped when the racer sat down on the floor, circling his arms around one of your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh. "Oh, you're willing to be told off by the make up artists as well?" You asked him but your insides were dancing all over the place, your fingers quickly finding their place on his curls.

Neither of you noticed a Vogue photographer capturing the scene, with Lando's eyes closed and cheek smushed, with his arms secured around your leg, but neither realized representatives for Armani had walked in carrying Lando's tux and your body-hugging black velvet gown.

So far so good. A picture perfect young couple who loved each other very much and had photographers swooning by the way Lando fixes your earring and checks for lipstick on your teeth, and how you make sure his bow tie is leveled.

But then, they get to the red carpet.

It was an elegant affair, but still full of people and before he realized, the red carpet manager was separating you from him for an alone photo call before the one and only Tom Holland got there, cheerfully greeting you in front of the cameras, throwing a couple of jokes to make you laugh as he placed his hand on your back.

This was a nightmare, having to listen to people say how cute the two of you looked, a perfect on and off screen pair, chemistry on and off the screen, both your names already on the shortlist for the Oscars.

Lando's skin was starting to crawl, and it didn't help that he had to re watch the scenes haunting his mind, but this time it was out for the entire world to see, and it didn't take long for his latest instagram post to be flooded of vile comments.

when are you getting replaced by tom holland??

now tom holland can play you in movie and y/n plays herself, nothing changes lmao

lando control ur woman!!!

lucky man, she sounds so pretty I almost had to leave the theatre

lando honey you can leave her I'd never do that to you

And Lando knows he shouldn't, but when your hand reaches for his when the night ends, he pretends to look for his phone; when you try to fix a messy curl, he moves his head out of your reach.

and you know your boyfriend too well.

"Baby, are you okay?" You ask him once you reach the shared hotel room.

Lando lets out a dry chuckle, but too aware of his throat closing. "Why wouldn't I be?"

But you weren't having it, not today, not on your big day, not when you just wanted rest your head on his chest and fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your frame.

"I don't know, you tell me, you're the one acting weird,"

"I am not," Lando argued, trying to take deeper breath, but failing miserably.

"Okay Lando, whatever, I don't care. You can be selfish during a very important day for me for all I care,"

Those words struck a nerve: "Me? Selfish? Are you fucking kidding me?" Now you could see his cheeks flushing, maybe even his neck gaining some red color.

You wanted to be scared, to walk away and let him cool off any unwanted feeling or thought on his head, but you couldn't.

"No, I'm not. Please illustrate me as to what happened to put you in this insufferable mood," You argued back and watched as Lando's mouth opened and closed as he undid the cuffs from his shirt, threw the suit jacket on the leather sofa and threw away the bow tie, all in just a couple of seconds.

"Am I not allowed to be upset to watch him all over you, having to look at the both of you acting like the best of friends or lovers for all I care, and then have to watch on this fucking enormous screen how you kiss him and touch him," Lando spat the words as if they were venom; he could feel his throat closing

Your eyes widened in disbelief, your brain not processing Lando's words. "Lando, you are not making any sense. Are you listening to yourself?" You were careful not to raise your voice, knowing he wasn't in a clear space of mind, but you blood was running hot too after processing what he was implying.

"Yes, I am. (Y/N), baby, I'm tired of having to watch you making out with a different guy every a couple of months, it is so tiring, and I understand that this is your job, but..." Lando was about to continue but was stopped by you, messily taking off the heavy velvet dress and heels, putting on the first pair of jeans and oversized sweater you found. "What are you doing?"

"I don't want to listen to you anymore. You are ridiculous, Lando. You're talking about my job, my career, that I've worked my ass off, and never in a million years I thought you'd be telling me this bullshit! I'm not going to entertain this, so if you can't deal with this anymore, please let me know so that I can move on," this time your throat tightened, the last words coming out broken and choked, emotions fighting to make their way; from anger to utter sadness.

"Where are you going?" Lando didn't know if he was angry with you, disappointed in himself, maybe a mix of both as he watched you grab the Chanel black backpack.

"I don't know, but let me know if you can do this or what,"

You were sure those were the last words of the unforeseen argument, but as you were grabbing the card key of the room, Lando opened his mouth.

"Maybe you can go with Tom, everyone wants you two together anyway."

Of course he needed to get the last words.

[goldeunoias]

We’ll make it fit, right?

Authors note: it is I Daisy and I’m sorry for ghosting I PROMISE IM HERE so here’s a little hee drabble that has a trope that’s been done a million times but idc I LIKE IT🥳🥳

I wrote this on my phone so sorry for errors 😞 I also turned asks back on sjsjsjsj I’m going to start answering them after I post

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“C’mere baby spread your legs nice and wide for me yeah? You were so so confident earlier and now you’re all shy? That’s not like you,” Heeseung purred into your ear as he pushed your legs apart, kissing softly on the shell of your ear.

The light sensation made you shudder and you felt your cheeks burn as you let out a whimper, not used to making such effeminate sounds.

“No n-need to talk so much”, you remarked under your breath, earning a slight laugh from heeseung as he lifted up your large tshirt and pulled down your shorts.

“Sorry princess, I’m a talker. You can’t even hide how wet you are with this big tshirt of yours, panties are soaked to the brim,” Heeseung groaned as he looked at your soiled underwear, unable to control himself from pressing his knuckle down on the sticky patch of fabric.

“You’re not any better,” you choked out as your legs slightly shook, your foot pressing against the hard on through his sweats. He remained unfazed as he chuckled and held up your ankle to his lips, twitching when you felt his lips leave light kisses up your calf.

“Mmm you’re right princess I’m not. I’m ready to burst because of you, you know that?” Heeseung panted as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it.

“You’re gonna be good and take it all right? I’m sorry if it can’t fit,” he groaned against your neck, licking a languid stripe so you could make out every ridge of his tongue.

“Gonna fit everything right between those legs,” he couldn’t help but remark, his cheeks rosy from how his mind kept swimming from thoughts of you.

Before you could even make a snark reply or comment Heeseungs lips were on yours, desperate at how you tasted.

You whined at how coarse his tongue was and how it seemed to encapsulate your own as trickles of saliva pushed themselves into your mouth, Heeseung unable to hide his grin as your nails left scratch marks against his chest.

Your eyes rushed open as Heeseung slid two digits inside your core without notice, your jaw going slack at the ache you started to feel between your legs.

Even through hazy eyes you could still make out Heeseungs lazy grin as he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, your heels digging into his mattress at his brutal pace.

“W-wait Heeseung,” you panted out, your chest starting to rise unevenly as he scissored your core, callouses on the pads of his fingers pressing against your velvety walls.

“Shhh it’s okay princess don’t worry, just let it happen you know you’ll feel good. Squeeze down on my hand when you get close yeah?” he cooed against your cheek, kissing it softly.

It was a contrast to how tight and rigid your lower belly began to feel as he slipped in a third finger, wanting to make sure you were prepped and ready for every single inch.

You squeezed down on Heeseungs hand to indicate that you were close, your other free hand leaving cherry colored marks down his back.

“Mmmm Hee,” you croaked out, your body becoming encompassed in heat as your back arched into his form.

“I know baby you’re squeezing down on my hand so tightly,” he soothed, speeding up his fingers.

“Don’t fight it just let it happen yeah?”

You couldn’t contain the moans that erupted from your chest as the knot snapped in your stomach, your body unable to stop itself from shaking as you faded into the afterglow.

“Mmm good girl, such a good girl,” he couldn’t help but praise, peppering your face with kisses as your frame shook.

You snapped out of your daze when you felt something warm and hot prodding at your entrance, squirming slightly against his hold as really took in his size.

Heeseung could only chuckle and pout at your timid demeanor, unable to stop himself from teasing.

“What’s wrong princess? You told me before we started I was being too confident, too cocky,” he drawled in your ear as he nipped at the shell of it, sliding in the first inch.

You now realized this was the pride before the fall as you felt your tummy tense and your walls twitch as the full feeling you were about to experience, Heeseung snapping you out of your daze so you could stare at his carob eyes.

“It was you who said you wanted this didn’t you? Where’s that confident girl now huh?” Heeseung tsked before nipping at your ear, pushing in another inch.

You were losing the ability to form words and Heeseung was reveling in it all, his warm hand squishing your face to hold you still when he was half way.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take what you asked for?”

The arrogance in his tone made your chest burn with annoyance and your body burn as remnants of your pride withered away.

You nodded and bit down on your lip as he pushed in the rest, practically going cross eyed as your mind could only focus on how full it felt between your legs….

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OKAY HOPEFULLY THIS WASNT HORRIBLE. (If it was I’m so sorry it’s been awhile😭

honestly I haven’t written for heeseung in a while bc no anons or comments or reblogs ever come from him and it’s kinda demotivating.

If you like having heeseung be written this way tell me! And I’ll write more of it! Same thing goes if you like reader being written this way!

Pls pls pls pls pls pls 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 (imagine me begging on my knees i am begging

[vvmylove]

Can you do a Gitae Kim vs kwak Jichang who will wins reader heart headcanon?

Who will win readers heart?

May contain some suggestive ideas

Gitae

Okay I can understand that he is hot and "oh please ruin my life," but I don't know much about him. He is very cold-blooded and won't hesitate to take another person's life for his own satisfaction.

He gives off the same vibes as Eugene💀.

Hear me out: You cannot tell me Gitae is bad in bed- is swear this man is aggressive and will use you- some people may be into that. I mean, I wouldn't mind being tossed around (by goo)

I have a sense that even though he may be boy trash(positive), he is very loyal and protective. Insane but in a positive way. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will stay by your side no matter what.

Would come home after a long fight with flowers and a box of cigarettes talking about "Short-cake, I got ya my favorite beer (emphasis on HIS favorite) but you wouldn't mind it. He does seem like the type to rub your back afterwards.

Would drive you around in his little junk car he spent a fortune trying to fix while blasting music. He seems like a careless driver, but anything for the trill ya know! He would drive at night on the highway, blasting music as he slams his foot on the gas pedal. One hand will be on your thigh while the other on the steering wheel.

He is very carefree about things. It doesn't matter if you dress like a slut or go out in lingerie because this man can FIGHT. If any man looks your way, he will just throw some sort of weapon at him. There is no need for him to go over there and kick his ass when anything around him can be used as a weapon.

THIS MAN WILL SPOIL YOU! Doesn't matter if he doesn't have money, he will find and spoil you. Though, he wont put in much effort into spoiling you. He will just be like "take my card babe," while he goes to kiss Charles' ass.

This dude? WOULD RUN AWAY WITH YOU!! All you gotta do is say so and this man will sweep you off your feet and start walking out the door. He wouldn't mind living in a cabin, as long as you cook. Will hunt a bear with his bare hands.

Jichang

They say the guys with a J name will mess your life up, WRONG!!! (unless yall break up). this FINE MAN will treat you right. Yall already KNOW that this man is classy. Will treat you right. Very Loyal.

I lowkey feel like this dude has attachment issues. He can only focus on one thing (person) at a time. So you gotta make sure his eyes aren't on anyone else's.

Though, he would love spoiling you. He would put more thought into it, buying your favorite things. He would rent out a venue just because you said you wanted to dance, buying you an expensive dress that you saw on Pinterest, a display of food on the table as he stands there in his suit. "Princess, this is all for you."

He would make a house a home- you cannot tell me this man doesn't know how to cook. All you need to do is give him a recipe and watch him cook. He will pick you up by the waist and place you on the counter. "Give me a min hon," he says before placing a peck on the lips, then goes back to cooking.

WILL HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU!!!! IDC IDC

Stares at you in awe all the time idc idc this man STARES at you.

He is the comforter, always comforting you. He will cuddle with you in his arms, play with your hair, feed you sweets, all while whispering cute little things in your ear. I fear this man loves romance a little too much.

WILL TRY TO GET INSPIRATION TO TREAT YOU RIGHT OFF TV SCENES. Hear me out. In a movie he will see some cringe kissing scene reenact it with you. Its more like, you both are on a date outside, walking by the beach, he would spin you around by grabbing onto your shoulder then kiss you. This cringe mf.

I got a lot of good things to say about this man idk hes just a lover.

I think it depends on the man you prefer. We are all delulu here. If you prefer a more insane and possessive (Gitae) or a more calm and classy man (Jichang).

[wintervalewritersecond]

weathervane - xavier thorpe

requested: sort of! requests: open! i am begging for literally any kinda of xavier fluff 😭 can be fluffy fluff, hurt/comfort idc i love it all. i have no specific ideas i’m just desperate for more xavier

A/N: its not very original or special, but i hope you like it <3 not a lot of plot, just fluff <3

wordcount: 1,517 warnings: tyler is a bit of an ass, outreach day, she/her pronouns for reader, fluff

Xavier had gotten 'Weathervane' as his volunteer job for Outreach day. You, his normie girlfriend, decided to keep him company while he works.

"Oh my god," Xavier groans when he opens the blue envelope. "I got the Weathervane."

He has not stepped foot in that shop ever since Tyler and his friends tried to beat him up.

"Dude, can we trade?"

Ajax looks up from his own paper. He was actually quite excited about his offer. Uriah's heap. It was some kind of freaky store with loads of taxidermy. He hopes that Enid has the same pick. No way would he trade his volunteer job. For the Weathervane, you need people skills, and even if you don't have those, there will still be loads of people in there.

"I can't man," Ajax shrugs. "What if one of the snakes comes out and I accidentally stone someone trying to get a coffee? Besides, why don't you just invite your girlfriend to hang out with you?"

He immediately texted you afterward, asking what you were up to and if you were willing to keep him some company while he works. If he would be left there with Tyler, there surely would be some type of fight.

You immediately agreed. You had a day off from school anyway, as you were supposed to visit some of the places where the Nevermore students volunteer. Something about testing them, although some of your classmates also went only to bully them.

Xavier had already been working for two hours, having to start at 10:00 in the morning. A machine had broken, so he had to use Google Translate to get it working again while Tyler cleaned the rest of the restaurant. After that, he got lectured on how to perfectly pour coffee into a mug. Not his thing. After today, he probably can't even stand the smell of coffee at all. Before this, he used to love drinking coffee, but in the last two hours, he already downed four cups.

When the little bell above the Weathervane door tinkles, he doesn't even flinch. Who knew that in two hours, there could already be tens of people that hopped in for a coffee.

He is wiping the tables and collecting mugs when he hears a familiar voice.

"Hi!"

You stand at the register, a smile on your face and a bag on your shoulders. A smile immediately makes its way onto Xavier's face as well. Thank God, he isn't stuck with only Tyler anymore.

He immediately hops over to the cash register before Tyler can, leaning on his elbows with a grin on his face.

"Can I offer you a hot chocolate? On me."

You snort as you look at your boyfriend. You wouldn't often go to Weathervane by yourself, but you just wanted to hang out with him. There are not a lot of moments where you can really see Xavier. Not only do you attend different schools, but no one is supposed to leave or go to Nevermore without a proper chaperone.

"Sure," you smile before sitting down in a booth hidden in the corner.

It is right next to some sort of cork board which is filled with random pins and notes. You unpack some of your things. One activity you always love to do is drawing, which is the exact thing that was the start of your relationship with Xavier. The entire Weathervane was filled with people, and the only empty seat was across from him. It was cold outside and you craved your favorite warm beverage, so after mustering up some courage, you asked if you could sit by him.

He was confused at first. Most people in the shop avoided him like the Plague. They knew he went to Nevermore, so they wanted nothing to do with him except to spit on his table or 'accidentally' kick his bag. He moved his sketchbook to the side before nodding, allowing you to sit across from him.

The two of you started talking as you also grabbed your own sketchbook, doodling away as your hot chocolate got placed next to you. He showed you some of his art as you showed yours.

"I can show you something," he then whispered before pointing his fingers to the page.

He had drawn a spider on it, but before you could even blink, it started moving. The spider went in a circle on the table, his legs moving in a slow way before it crawls back onto the page. You had never seen something like it. Your mouth had fallen open as you looked from his hand to the sketchbook.

After that, you hung out together as much as you could. Be it at your house, his art studio, or somewhere in Jericho.

"One hot chocolate with whipped cream and caramel toppings."

You look up at Xavier who is standing next to you with a big grin as he places the drink on the table.

The day went by fast. For you, at least. At some points during the day, Xavier would subtly move his hand to make your drawings move, distracting you from whatever it was you were drawing. He also refilled your cup multiple times. You had taken a break from sitting in the Weathervane, taking an hour to stretch your legs and buying a sandwich from the shop nearby. Tyler didn't let Xavier have any breaks, so he must be hungry by now.

When you come back, you see your backpack in the same position. Xavier told you that he would keep an eye on it, that way you didn't have to carry around a huge bag with you. At the register are three boys, standing with their arms crossed and sour looks on their faces.

"We don't want a freak to serve us. What did you do to Tyler, huh?"

Xavier rolls his eyes before leaning over the register a bit.

"That lazy shit is taking his fourth break for the day. So, either I help you, or you have to wait until he is back."

One of the guys scoffs, looking at the rest of his friends.

"You hear that? A freak is cussing at us normies. Maybe we should teach him a lesson!"

You clear your throat as you stand behind the three, making them look down at you.

"Y/N!" They were your classmates. "I wouldn't go here if I was you. I don't know what this freak did to Tyler, but for the last few minutes that I was here, I haven't heard from him or seen him. Not to mention..."

He points to your bag.

"This freak here insists that he is just watching it, but we all know he stole it. Say the words, and I will beat him up."

You avert your gaze from the boy before loudly ringing the small bell that stands on the counter. After ten times, Tyler immediately emerges from the back.

"Oh, Tyler!" You say with a sickly sweet voice. "Something horrible happened and I need to take Xavier with me! You can handle Weathervane by yourself, right?"

Tyler has always had a weak spot for you. It annoyed you, but the least you could do is use it to get Xavier out of this building.

"Please? It is an emergency!"

"I uh- Yeah. Yeah, go ahead."

You grab your bag before taking Xavier's hand in yours, pulling him out of the store. When you are out of Tyler's sight, you both burst out laughing.

"What dumbasses they are!"

Xavier nods, he totally agrees. He is happy that you got him out of there. The two of you head to the center of the city. There are chairs set up there anyway, as a new Crackstone statue would be introduced in only an hour.

"I can't believe he didn't even give me a break," he groans. "I had to do all the work, I couldn't even eat-"

You immediately hold up the brown paper bag. The smell of sandwiches enters Xavier's nose as he gasps. He takes hold of the bag, seeing two sandwiches neatly packaged.

"Oh my god, I love you so much."

You take both out, giving him one while taking a bite of your own. It is the least you could do for him. You are already happy enough that you got to spend some time with him today, even if it meant having to run into your asshole classmates.

More and more of the chairs get filled up as Nevermore students finish their volunteering jobs.

The unveiling of the statue went as wrong as it could be. You don't know who did it, but the statue caught fire, making everyone evacuate the field. Xavier grabs your hand, pulling you away from the heat while laughing. You look up at him once you're safe from the fire. The only normie that stood with a Nevermore kid. But you couldn't really care less. If anything, Nevermore is interesting.

Xavier presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling down at you as you can only stare back lovingly. You can't believe that he is all yours.

It is never a dull day with a Nevermore kid around.

[silverusso]

What about Terry and Mike in the OT3? are they a thing to or do they only agree to share Daniel?

My boy always gets sidelined, and this dynamic gets ignored even more than Labarnes, which is also criminally underrated. I get it, cause Mike and Terry spent most of their screentime separately and with Daniel, in kk3 and ck s5, and so we really don’t have much to go on, unfortunately. But I’m gonna go full meta on this, even if I sound delulu.

So look, Terry says "perfect" like 4 times? And it’s always in reference to Mike. He’s just like me fr.

Mike is sort of the Johnny to Terry’s Kreese, in a sense? I say this loosely because there’s a sort of fatherly attachment in that dynamic that isn’t present here. Kreese trained Johnny, and so he sort of molded him and contributed to Johnny’s success as a two-time avt champ. Mike came to Terry already a national champion, and going by his reputation as "Karate’s Bad Boy", whoever trained him was either giving him the Cobra Kai kool-aid on steroids, or Mike was just that fucked up naturally lol. And Mike really is perfect because Terry doesn’t need to put any time or effort into him. Mike is just another financial investment, and Terry loves throwing his money around. And Mike even negotiates with him like a boss. He walked in there, not batting an eye at Terry being butt ass naked in a tub, and really said "50% or I walk" and Terry was just like "bet." AND Mike says he wants that shit in writing, and Terry draws up a whole contract with a real lawyer?? Promising 50% of Cobra Kai to this kid??? Mike is honestly so iconic. I said this before, but Mike was pretty much poised to become the face of Cobra Kai. He was supposed to be their champion and their saving grace. They were going to open dojos all over the valley when not if he won. Half of which he’d legally own. So he was basically inheriting Terry’s legacy as well.

was this really necessary sir

and this

Granted, Terry has a personal space issue with like everyone, apparently, but still, grabbing his hair? It’s not even like Mike has long hair for him to grab in the first place. And I don’t think you have to practically spit in his mouth to pretend threaten him.💀

literally, why are they standing this way

just look at the way Daniel and Kreese look at him😭

It’s giving

And then in s5, Terry burned down Mike’s store, and of course everyone links that to his jealousy over Daniel. But that store was Mike’s father-in-law’s store. So yeah it affected Mike, but it obviously affected his wife much worse lbr. And what did this lead to? Supposedly, Mike’s wife leaving him. So he basically ruined Mike’s marriage the same way he tried to do with Daniel and Amanda. 👀

And okay idc if this is a reach but Mike being on something even "stronger" than alcohol...While Terry confirmed he was on crack back in the 80s.......Remember Daniel's "your ponytailed pimp" line.

And when he mocks Johnny for being dumb and "attacking me on my own turf" which technically was Mike’s idea, BUT earlier he also said, "Uh oh, fellas, I don’t think this is gonna turn out like you thought it would." only AFTER Mike got knocked out. Because even though they would have still been outnumbered with Mike in the fight, he knew none of his little foot fist ninjas were going to stand a chance against Mike. So Mike is taken out of the fight and just like tossed in another room, which puts him conveniently out of harm's way. It’s not like he was locked in or whatever so I don’t think the major concern here was keeping him from waking up and rejoining the fight.

And btw, Mike’s plan was what ended up saving the day, cause Terry arrived too late to the dojo and was in no condition to fight Daniel. King Shit.💅

Then Terry leaves Chozen for dead in his pool and tells the senseis to pull an mk fatality on Johnny. And Mike? Just let him sleep it off. <33

like hello??

Terry knew what he was doing. He wanted Mike back by his side on a pretty leash and Daniel on his knees for him.

[002yb]

Current thoughts: The way Jason and Dick love each other and the strange balance they present through their dynamic by just existing within each other's presence that causes a state of neutralization. 

Jason is akin to a state of intoxication

Because Dick is all anger and rage that has been bottled up and taught hard chains and lines to cope rather than a release - it festers into something ugly and brutal and always licks at the back of his teeth to be let out. It's bandaids given by the weeping over gaping vivisections performed by loss and grief that never go away, sometimes he’ll wake up and swear he can feel blood on his fingers - sliding down to stain the white sheets under him. And he’s mastered masking it - not touching it - not letting it heal but not letting anybody see and using it to fuel the hunger that gets him through the night, the relish of broken bones and justification.

And for the shitty start they had Dick never actually thought the kid who grated against him would become the soothing feeling of forgetting. Because when spikes fall to reveal something so soft and endearing it's as if Dicks brain rearranges its own anatomy - like his dopamine release was directly connected to the kid who skates around him with a taunting smile he can't help but bite playfully at. And the wound is still there - and Dick doesn't know if it'll ever actually heal but there's something more secure - because Jason sews him up and offers to wait until it turns into nothing but a scar. And maybe it'll never heal - but Jason is prepared to stay forever and the thought of a future with this ridiculous kid that's climbed his way into his open chest settles Dick in a way he hasn't known since he was in the circus. 

Dick is likened to something of an addiction 

Because for all Jason is hard thorns and armor - hostile architecture coating his skin like how they once chased him out of safe spaces on the street - it's to protect a softer inside. Jason’s actions are presented through anger - but they were transformed from a perpetually bleeding love - the kind that lets you crush his skull under your foot and he’ll love you from hell. It's tender in the hurt - and delicate in its state and so full it might burst - the love Jason harbors for the wicked. And Jason knows anger is the only thing he's capable of - and he doesn't know where to direct it but he keeps drowning in his own guts and he's drowning - drowning - and almost gone. Robin fights for justice, he has no idea what he fights for without the mask - violent caresses of a heart.

And then there's this pull - a tug, a draw, a heave - and he's being dragged forward and he doesn't know where but there's a direction now and it always leads back to eyes so blue they mimic the sky. Dick is an addiction - and Jason has a past with shit like this - but he thinks it might be ok this one because the bruises decorating his bones like a curse are slowly healing. It's found in the way his barbs and threats fall short - a manufactured high - they don't quite reach and eventually they wilt and fall off until he's left bare and vulnerable. It's presented messily but so endearingly in the way he seems to have a second metaphorical stomach that's always hungry for Dicks attention - and suddenly it's easier to know what to do. Because he might mess this up but as long as Dick is here he knows how to seek him out - there's an end goal and now there's a little dirt path highlighted by laughter and lazy smiles. 

(ahh hope this one actually catches what i'm trying to say this was a struggle lmao - recovering from a tongue piercing is no joke.)(also ill for sure send an ask if i do make the writing blog!!)

Jason being intoxicating and Dick being addictive is such a concept and I think I actually really adore it (because I think this might actually be how I default write them LOL, especially in WtMBU/N&R verse and I know an addiction/intoxication motif reads as toxic but idc fffffffff). Thank you again anon for another lovely introspective on dickjay. It's so thought-provoking!! Also I wish you all the best with the new piercing; I'll be hoping for smooth sailings during the recovery. (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Your analysis on Dick is a take I'm so immensely fond of though. There's nothing I adore more than when someone explores the darker side of this man. The side of him that's hurt and stays hurting because he never lets himself heal - because he's healed wrong. The side of him that's vicious and volatile, cold and cruel. It's not that Dick is always this way; it's not the forefront of his personality/character, but it's there. He's capable of wicked things: violent, ugly, brutal. Dick carries so much grief with him that it wrecked him, ruined him. With the hard lines he's learned to cope through, where else can his rage go but to tearing at his own skin and through his muscle; blood caked under his nails and lungs overfull from all the screams he's had to swallow down.

The self-restraint Dick is capable of is self-harm called discipline because it's nicer, more respectable. It's a slow and cruel death, but over time Dick has resigned himself to rot - psyche too tired from the burdens: I can't, I shouldn't, I won't.

Dick not being broken, per se, but fractured. No one being the wiser. Because even with wounds that healed poorly or broken bones that set wrong, Dick is strong. He's all fortitude and resilience. He knows how to push himself - there's no line for him to toe there. So Dick pushes and pushes until he's run down, burned out and smiling despite the burden because he can bear it. And no one need know.

But of course grief isn't kind. It leaves him introspective and withdrawn. He can put on a show when needed, but at his most honest Dick is just...quiet. Still. A sharp contrast to how he's usually dynamic and bright and wild.

Unrelated tangent indented below whoops

Lately (possibly for a while lol) I've really taken to the missed opportunity idea of Dick seeing Jason as the wounded part of himself [Dick] that never stopped hurting. Because here came Jason, Robin, wearing Dick's mantle and dressed in Dick's colors - every bit the part of Dick that Dick lost when his life fell apart.

Dick recognizes who he was, who he could have been, in Jason and it's - disconcerting. He hates it. Which would lead to such beautiful conflict that Jason wouldn't understand because he hasn't done anything wrong and Dick can't find the words to explain that it's not Jason that Dick hates, it's Dick. That's why he's cold and distant; it's cruel to walk away, but running from himself is all Dick could think to do.

Jason would make it so simple, too. Because Jason sees the wonderful things of Dick that Dick is too disconnected to remember about himself. Robin brought people hope and Jaybin would do the same for Dick. Jason would talk about Robin being magic, but the truth is that Robin was never anything magical. Jason brought that magic to Robin all his own. He brought it to Dick.

And basically it'd be this story of Dick coming to love Jason and also himself and uh oh I've derailed myself back to our regularly scheduled reply

~Warning for romanticizing of 'darker' analogies below~

Anyway, Jason being intoxicating. This. A big thank you for this, because this is such a striking analogy. With how this relates to Dick though, since this reply has veered strong that direction LOL. But yes, Dick finding Jason intoxicating; Dick being intoxicated by Jason.

Jason lowering Dick's inhibitions. Jason taking the edge off (the mental fatigue, the physical strain). That heady feeling of warmth and calm that Jason affords Dick would be addicting in its own right. For someone so controlled, Jason would be freedom.

In this same vein, Dick being addicting and Jason 'having a past with shit like that,' and 'thinking it might be okay this one time,' and knowing the dangers of thinking like that but doing it anyway because he's been hooked from the start and the high of being with Dick - having his time, his company; being teased by him, adored by him, loved by him - Jason can't go back. He wants more and more.

~ End of romanticizing ? ~

Jason falls back on anger because it's dangerous to be anything softer. He makes himself difficult because at his core he's starved and that's something easily preyed on, taken advantage of (he would know). Even still, he's greedy for attention, affection; respect, acknowledgement. And it's not like Jason is stupid or naive; he's aware enough to know not to give himself away only...he does. Time and again because loathe as he is to admit it, this boy is desperate and hurting. So he gives everything of himself away; he has patience in spades because he knows what it is to be hurt - his tolerance for it puts him in a position to be hurt again and again and he doesn't necessarily justify it, but he puts up with it. He goes back for more, a glutton for punishment or maybe because it's all he's really known. Maybe it's all he feels he deserves.

And it's no different when Jason makes himself a space in Dick's life. Jason is attracted to troubled people; like attracts like.

Maybe Dick would be the same as everyone else Jason has met. There would be a sharp learning curve because Dick is used to giving and Jason takes whatever is offered. Where am I going with this we're veering fast into dark waters LOLOL. But uh. Yep.

Basically ybb appreciates protective!dark!Dick trope.

I've burned myself out on this reply; it's been an adventure hahaha. Not even joking btw, this ask just called out what feels like the next few pieces of my N&R series LOLOL.

Thank you again, anon~ always a pleasure to see a message from you. (人´∀｀)+ﾟ:｡ﾟ+

[cosmictapestry]

more raccoon hands on B20 maybe with C5 for the suffering?

B20. idc just make him scream

and

C5. "do you need to stop?"

gave them both separation anxiety like they're neurotic little dogs hope that's okay

prompt list here

The first time they are apart since the beginning of their arrangement, it is only for the two weeks it takes for Lord Morpheus to attend some horrible transdimensional council discussing the Laws of Inspiration—which are, unfortunately, his purview—across broad swathes of the universe.

Before he left Lord Morpheus pulled her to him in the privacy of his throne room, pressed his forehead to hers, and quietly promised to return as soon as he could. She clings to that promise, and she tries to be strong.

Her strength and faith aside, Lucienne is an anxious mess in his time away, much to her own humiliation. In his absence she takes upon herself most of his day-to-day duties, and that keeps her busy, at least. Busy enough that no one notices the way she fidgets with her glasses and taps her foot.

When he returns, Lucienne could weep for her relief. Instead she smiles and she greets him formally and wonders if she's imagining all the tension in his frame and discomfort in the lines of his blank expression. She fills him in on everything he missed and he reports on the council's decisions—he has been left, as he demands, to his own devices—and they part ways, her returning to the library, him busying himself with neglected duties.

That night, Lucienne steps into their quarters full of flowers and light and warmth, and he is standing there already, and he has never done this before. Never been here, waiting for her. Lucienne studies him, his understated distress now obvious in his posture, in his choice of dress, his regal garb replaced with a t-shirt and sweatpants, his eyes dry but red-rimmed. "My lord. What's wrong?"

He stares at her, then looks down at her hands, and his own twitch at his sides. "I am—" his voice is strangled, and he clears his throat, and he tries again. "You have done well. Lucienne. Thank you." He looks up again, meets her eyes fleetingly. "I know this was difficult," said softly. "I would have you know how grateful I am. For your companionship, for your faith, for your leadership of our people. You are the most extraordinary of friends, the kindest of lovers, the wisest of women."

Lucienne blinks at him, wonders at the depth of feeling he can only allow in these moments with her, lets her own eyes become wet with tears at the thought he would simply be alone otherwise. He is trembling, his hands fists at his sides, the naked adoration of his words and tone undercut with desperation. "My lord," she repeats. "What do you need?"

Lord Morpheus stares at her, and his throat bobs when he swallows, and he says, "I am cold."

Fighting the way her face wants to crumble, Lucienne steps forward, her arms tentatively raised to him. He folds into her with a heaved sigh, all shaking relief, his face tucked into her neck, his breath stuttering when her arms wrap around him. For a long moment he is still in her arms, and his next breath is painful, ragged. "I am sorry to need you the way I do," he chokes, and his own arms cinch around her waist, pull her close. "I am sorry to be—this—so often—"

"Stop apologizing," she says, and she runs one hand up through his hair, turns her head to kiss the side of his neck. He quakes and quakes and quakes, and his shirt melts away so her other hand sweeps over the bare skin of his back, and the sound he makes is agonized. "Breathe, love."

He does, but it is labored, panicked. "I should be reassuring you," he says wretchedly. "You should be furious I left you alone again. You should be disgusted that I would return to you in this state."

In what state? Lucienne wants to demand. He is hurt and he is afraid and he is not well and, yes, more often than not he acts it. He would never accept this, and so Lucienne sighs. "Your duties will always lead you away from me," she murmurs to him. "All I ask is that you come back. And you have." She pulls back enough to kiss him, and he returns it desperately, all pressed to her body. The pinch of his brow is anguished, the pain of time unmoored and the sudden relief of finding her warm, willing, forgiving of all his self-invented slights. "Will you let me take care of you?"

"You mustn't—" he groans, sobs when she works her lips along his jaw, down his neck. "I would not presume..."

"You're not presuming; I am," Lucienne says, and she nips at his neck, and he whines. "Let me prove you're alright. To you and to myself."

And, yes, that was the correct phrasing, she can tell immediately, because he melts into her touch, lets her hold him like he's precious and fragile, lets her move him towards the bed, shedding her own clothes as they go. His trembling hands touch her skin as it's revealed to him, and he gasps into her mouth when she pulls him back into a kiss, and soon he is just reacting, unable to keep up with her.

He is as sensitive and responsive as he was when they first began this thing, or else he simply can't hide how alone he's felt and how desperate he is. Lucienne is crying before he is, this time, and he makes a concerned sound when she pushes him down on to the bed and he sees her face. "Lucienne," he murmurs, and he sits up, cradles her face delicately to thumb away her tears. "We do not have to—"

"Oh, yes, we do," she says, and she crawls into his lap, kisses away the drawn lines on his face.

"Wait a moment," he whispers, and he gently pushes her back again, runs his hands down her bare legs on either side of his lap. He's so pretty, and so sad, and he gazes at her with such concern even as he trembles under her hands, and Lucienne wants to sew herself inside of him so they're never apart again. "Do you need to stop?"

"What I need," she says, "is to make us both forget being cold and alone."

All that capacity for empathy, for compassion, it's all focused on her, it's overwhelming as he pulls her back into an electric kiss. She's still wearing her brassiere, and she feels his hands slide down her neck, feels the last of her clothes melt away, feels him caress her breasts and her belly and her hips and her back, hands everywhere, igniting heat all through her. "Whatever you need to do," he says to her, soothingly, hands down on her arse now, pulling her forward to grind against his hardness while he kisses down her collarbone. "I won't even argue."

Lucienne laughs, half a sob, and realizes she isn't certain what she wants, specifically. She could ride him here, sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet planted on the floor. She could push him back, take his cock in her mouth. She could flip them over, have him fuck her. She could fuck him herself, be part of him the way he's part of her, make sure he feels her—

He gasps, and he jerks, and he says, "Lucienne."

"You like that?" Lucienne pulls his hair, yanks his head back to kiss his mouth, bruising. Her breath is harsh in her own ears, rapid and hungry and cluing her in that she could be pushing him, could be getting carried away. "I won't go slow. I won't be gentle."

Lord Morpheus curses, and trembles, and Lucienne didn't realize this was something he would want, but it is, gooseflesh on his arms and hazy eyes and rattling, shivering breath. She presses their foreheads together, takes a moment to recalibrate when all she's interested in is the throbbing between her legs and the tingling across her skin and the soul-wrenching satisfaction of bringing him pleasure, making him scream. "My lord. Are you certain? I want—" she grinds into him, feels his breath on her face when his mouth falls open. "I want to fuck you."

He's throbbing in his trousers, hands bruising on her arse. "Yes," he groans. "Please. Do you want—I could give you—"

He's asked her this the couple of times they've done this before, if she wants a real cock, a biological one. Like every time before she refuses with a little shake of her head. Lifetimes ago she was shaped differently. She is perfectly happy with the body crafted for her, here, by her god's hands, with her own guidance. "Give me the first one we used. The smaller one."

It manifests, the fine leather straps around her hips and thighs, the slim black cock jutting between them, its base nestled snug against her clit, and Lucienne wraps her hand around it, strokes it from base to tip. "This is alright?" she asks. "Want me to use this on you?"

A thoughtful moment, and the cock grows thicker in her hand, a little longer too, and Lucienne laughs, delighted and so aroused that the faint pressure on her clit has her fighting not to rock forward. "Alright. Alright, if that's what you want," and she kisses him. "On your back, baby."

They move to the middle of the bed, and he shakes harder if her hands leave him, so she lifts his knees up, positions herself between them to drape her front over his. He props himself up on his elbows, kisses her and trembles, all that desperate loneliness and anxiety and love, love, love. She slides a pillow under his hips, and his trousers disappear. Lucienne slides their cocks together, swallows his gasp, reaches the hand not holding her upright down past his bollocks.

Lube manifests on her fingers with a thought, and she rubs at his rim, feels him twitching and flexing for her. Her finger dips into him, easy as anything, and he makes a tiny sound, sweet and needy. "Gods, you're beautiful," she says, throaty, and he arches a little, and her finger slides all the way in, and he pants against her mouth, tears hot where they touch her own skin.

Her second finger makes him tip his head back, give her all his long throat to kiss and mark. She works him on those two fingers for a long time, crooking and scissoring, and he sobs, and his eyes flutter and roll. His cock is ruddy, straining, leaking steadily, he is a fucking vision. She wants him to come on her cock the first time.

Lucienne sits up, takes him in hand, squeezes the base of his cock while she slips a third finger into him. He jerks and quakes and hiccups his next breath, throbbing in her hold, his chest heaving, his back arching tight now. "Relax," she whispers, "relax, almost ready."

Lord Morpheus groans, and he collapses back, throws one arm over his eyes. "Beloved tormentor," he accuses, with a tiny quirk of a smile, face tear-stained and expression some lovely mix of amusement and lax pleasure and tense anticipation.

She draws her fingers from him slowly, and she releases her hold on him, and she falls forward over his body again. He grimaces at the retreat but sighs, relieved, with her skin against his. He moves his arm to see her as she positions herself, practically vibrating, the tip of her cock at his hole. "Are you ready?"

Her lord nods, and she kisses him, and without warning she nudges into him and thrusts home.

It is, as she anticipated, a little too much, a little too harsh, and he does not come, but he shouts, and he clings to the arms caging him, his face contorted with the dull, sweet pain. Lucienne is still, watching him pant and sweat and writhe and regain his bearings. "This is how I want to take you," she tells him. "You need to tell me if you don't like it. Otherwise I'm going to assume that you really, really do."

He laughs, breathless, and he swallows hard, tension leaking from the wiry lines of his frame. "I like it," he says. "It has just. Been a while."

Lucienne wonders if Lady Calliope ever took him like this, if he ever decided he did not want slow with her. It's a wonderful mental image. Slowly, she pulls back, and she drives back in, the resistance of his body pressing the base of the toy against her clit, and she grinds against it, grinds into him, makes him cry out and claw at her arm and arch, like an animal in heat. She does not move slowly now. She withdraws until only the tip remains inside him, then she slams forward, and she begins to fuck him.

He is breathless, dazed, able only to make choked, shattered noises, and he comes so hard his seed shoots up between them, paints the undersides of Lucienne's breasts. She does not stop. Every thrust jostles him, slides him on the sheets, he scrabbles for purchase but gives up quickly and lets his body go limp, helpless beneath her, tears streaming down his face. His body clenches around her cock, adds to the resistance, gives her more to grind against, and Lucienne bites her lip when her own orgasm claims her. Still, she does not stop.

In seconds Lord Morpheus is writhing again, clutching her arms, body all overwrought and oversensitive and being fucked mercilessly. "Lucienne," he sobs, the first coherent thing he's manage in a while, and Lucienne shivers to hear it. She reaches one hand down between them, grips his cock, all slippery with his own spend, and pulls in time with her thrusts.

His eyes roll, his entire body shakes, he screams when he comes, and he throws his arm over his eyes again to cover his face while he sobs and quakes. Lucienne tries to slow down, but he whines, and he hooks his feet around her thighs to pull her in, and she gets the message. She resumes the bruising pace, watching his frame roll, the way his free hand scrabbles and scratches in the sheets, at her arm, at his own chest. She comes without realizing she was close again, and he makes another protesting noise when her rhythm falters.

Gamely she hunches over him, plants her knees wide, drives into him hard and fast. She wants to say something to him, tell him how gorgeous he is split open on her cock, tell him she could get off just from hearing him, how honored she is to be the one who gives this to him. She is far too breathless and tired for all of that now, and instead she strokes his cock gently in contrast with her harsh pace, and when he comes it is a weak little trickle, an agonized cry from his red lips.

Lucienne stills inside of him, feeling the way his clenching muscles shift the toy against her clit, and she watches him come down in increments. He is a mess of tears and sweat and seed, and he shakes, but softly now. Lucienne withdraws from his body as quickly and smoothly as she can manage, but he still whimpers, and his puffy hole flexes around nothing, and his spent cock gives a final twitch. "How do you feel?"

He swallows hard, his throat probably scratchy with his screaming, his eyes still hidden behind his arm, a tiny little smile on his face. "Good," he tells her, and he lets his arm fall. "Warm."

[milliumizoomi]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

➣ SUMMARY. ; Random TR headcanons I thought of

➣ FEATURED. ; Various Tokyo Rev. Characters

➣ FORMAT. ; Headcanons

➣ GENRE. ; Crack

➣ WARNINGS. ; Cursing + Manga Spoilers

➣ NOTES. ; all of these are completely right and ion want no discussion abt em 🗿☝🏽 /hj ,, i was planning to do a part 2 so pls let me know if I should,, hope you enjoy !!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

MIKEY…

𖢇 there’s no room for discussion wit this one

𖢇 he goes thru AT LEAST 3 pairs of Jesus steppers a day

𖢇 try to change my mind

𖢇 with all them flips and kicks and the way he be gripping them hoes ain’t no way he wearing just one a day

𖢇 AND THEY FLIMSY TOO

𖢇 they be popping,, on the regular 🗿

𖢇 like even in that moebius fight episode

𖢇 HE HAD FLIP FLOPS ON AND KICKING PPL IN THEY HEAD

𖢇 ik them shits was obliterated as soon as he started running from the police

𖢇 he abuses these floor slappers on the regular

𖢇 and he do this to ALL the ones he have

𖢇 so,, in conclusion,, by the time the sun set he be walking home barefoot

DRAKEN…

𖢇 PLS ok so

𖢇 he thoroughly rubs the bald sides of his head

𖢇 that’s it.

𖢇 that’s the headcanon.

𖢇 I believe EXPONENTIALLY that this man head get cold on the regular

𖢇 so 24/7 you him catch rubbing it

𖢇 and it look so funny too

𖢇 like y’all know when people run their hands through their hair to kinda fix it

𖢇 ok imagine that but him vigorously rubbing the sides of his head

𖢇 and he don’t even be realizing when he do it anymore cause he do it so much

𖢇 he’ll be in room just 🤜🏼🧑🏼‍🦲🤛🏼

𖢇 and when ppl see him doing it they just gotta stop and stare cause??

𖢇 PLEASE AND IT SOUNDS SO ASHY TOO

𖢇 The gang DEFINITELY laughs at him when he subconsciously does it while with them

𖢇 he says that he won’t do it again

𖢇 *spoiler* he continues to do it every second of the damn day

IZANA…

𖢇 y’all gon hate me for this,, but when the man was homeless he def had lice

𖢇 IDC WHAT YALL WANNA SAY

𖢇 the man was itching and scratching all over

𖢇 smelling like the garbage

𖢇 absolutely horrendous

𖢇 he’d scratch and they’d just fall out

𖢇 all up under his nails and EVERYTHING

𖢇 eugh

𖢇 scaring the children

𖢇 Looking like a yeti toooo

𖢇 the man was just a walking mess

𖢇 free him from the chains

KAWATA TWINS…

𖢇 sigh

𖢇 i’m sorry to make this unfortunate announcement but from the ages of 6 to 10 they were booty scratchers

𖢇 Both of em

𖢇 Absolutely

𖢇 smiley was first, angry tested it out and all of a sudden they were both ALWAYS elbow deep—

𖢇 Like no shame in it either

𖢇 They at the playground? No problem they just 🤌🏽

𖢇 At school? 🤌🏽

𖢇 SHOOT IN THE GROCERY STORE WIT THEY MAMA? HEAVY ON THE 🤌🏽

𖢇 Just anywhere they would be holding each other hand and just got the other one like 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

𖢇 wherever and whenever they would just.. sigh

𖢇 those were dark days

RAN…

𖢇 mm how’s the best way to put this,,

𖢇 ok so he chews his nails

𖢇 BUT that’s not all

𖢇 the man will spit them at people

𖢇 like just LAUNCH them

𖢇 no matter if they’re long or short he’s going to literally bite them off then look directly at the person he’s gonna launch them bitches at

𖢇 and will deliberately keep looking at the person so they know it was him

𖢇 and they can’t even do nothing

𖢇 cause he’s ran haitani

𖢇 the bitch gets away with it everytime

𖢇 those poor innocent people

𖢇 the boys been doing it since rindou was ankle high

𖢇 at school, in public, AT HIS OWN FATHER

𖢇 he don’t leave anybody unscathed

𖢇 except his mama

𖢇 cause chileeee

𖢇 ik he gotta be scared of her

𖢇 so in conclusion,, the man is a nail spitting canon

RINDOU…

𖢇 he’s a legendary kicker of the back of ppl foot

𖢇 piss him off?

𖢇 ok

𖢇 y’all know the back of y’all knees right?

𖢇 that one lil spot

𖢇 mhm

𖢇 he will kick the shit out of it

𖢇 full force

𖢇 sending your ass flying into the floor

𖢇 with absolutely no remorse

𖢇 he’ll watch you face plant right into the floor and then leave you right there

𖢇 the nigga doesn’t give a damn at ALL

𖢇 and he’ll laugh at you too

𖢇 whether he does it all up in your face or he’s walking away and snickering he gon laugh

𖢇 very disrespectful

𖢇 and he’d take a picture if you fall especially funny

𖢇 then he’d show ran

𖢇 and they’d both laugh🧍🏽‍♀️

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day 10: holiday dates with haikyuu boys pt.1 ⛸

a/n: last three posts (including this one) for this event!! maybe i’ll pop out something for the new year too but i cant guarantee it bc i’m trying to do things on my break tooooo. also there’s only two boys here bc these both got a bit long

back to event masterlist!

includes: sakusa & kuroo

sakusa:

something that’s always nicer during the holiday times are ice skating rinks. there are lights strung up around the rink and a christmas wreath here and there. of course, they’re playing christmas music on the speakers too

neither of you two really ice skate often but you figured it would be a good time

you’re both dressed cozily and in a way that you can both move. PLUS kiyoomi’s wearing these pants that hug his legs so nicely and his butt looks so good-

when you guys are putting on your skates he kneels on the floor to lace up yours for you

“can’t have you falling,” he murmurs, giving your leg a pat when he’s done

PLS you didn’t expect him to be so wobbly. like where’d the volleyball foot coordination go 😭

like the second both you you step into the rink he almost slips and lands on his butt, though he manages to balance himself just in time

despite not skating often yourself, somehow you get the hang of it faster than he does and he’s so embarrassed deep inside

“oh gosh!” you hear every time he almost looses control. when he hears you giggle his cheeks turn pink

but he’s glad you’re smiling despite your boyfriend being terrible (in his mind) at this

though he’s still so protective of you so he holds your hand to try to help you

let’s be real, you’re the one keeping him steady

“cmon, hold my hand so you don’t fall” he tells you

you comply despite knowing the truth LMAO he huffs his breath as he tries to skate forward

pls he’s moving his legs but he’s also somehow not going anywhere

when you do let go of his hand you hear a brief “y/n wait-” in small panic

you skate past him a little to try to urge him to move on his own, just several feet away

“omi try gliding just like i did to see if you can move forward,” you encourage

so he tries, he tries so hard that he actually starts going forward with your advice

his eyebrows are knitted together in concentration and they actually raise when he finds himself lowkey successful. “oh!” he exhales in relief

it’s all fun and games until you both realize he doesn’t know how to stop

NYDHDH his eyes get so wide with panic as his feet fumble and his hands go up to grab at nothing. mans let’s put a small yelp before he falls backwards

mans lands on his booty and he gets so pouty

you quickly kneel next to him to check if he’s okay. he feels his face start to heat up at the thought of you and other people witnessing what tf just happened

“do you wanna get out of here omi,” you ask, fighting back a giggle bc him falling over keeps replaying in your head

“i’ll buy you a hot chocolate,” you offer

pls his mouth is just pursed in a thin line as he nods. you gotta help him up and you fight back another laugh when he rubs his butt bc of the pain

he looks grumpy when you two sit outside of the rink but it’s not because he was bad at skating. he’s really just concerned you didn’t enjoy so much because he couldn’t do much and so you couldn’t skate too freely

“did um, did you still have fun?” he asks quietly in between sips. he won’t even look directly at you AND he’s holding his cup with both hands so he looks so tiny for once

“i did omi, don’t worry,” you chuckle, pushing the hair that frames his face back with your hand to place a kiss on his cheek. “it’s always a good time with you”

he eases into your kiss but he still can’t shake the fact that he couldn’t skate properly, “sorry i was bad”

it’s when you properly kiss him and tell him it’s okay that he sighs in relief

kuroo:

okay so maybe i’m projecting with this one but idc

he takes you for a weekend getaway in a small cabin in the mountains

something just for you two to spend time with each other away from everything else

ugh imagining it already sounds so good

you both only pack comfy clothing to lounge around in all day, you prepare food food to cook there and all the snacks you could possibly want

when you arrive, as soon as the door closes, he gently pushes you against the nearest wall to give you a deep kiss.

when he pulls away (leaving you intentionally a bit flustered) he just goes, “glad to spend this weekend with you,” giving you one of his cheeky smiles

you take a stroll throughout the cabin and eventually find that you have a little fireplace that crackles and keeps you both warm

lots and lots of cuddles on the sofa in front of the fire, lots of cuddles in bed

tetsurou gets so clingy during this weekend, always somehow has an arm around you and he keeps placing random kisses on your cheek whenever he gets the urge

“what was that one for?” you’d ask

“just love you,” he replies, smushing another one onto your cheek, making you giggle

not a stretch that this ends up escalating to more… i’m just keeping this event pg

ugh imagine waking up to behead tetsurou because of the sun coming through the window. he’s laying on his stomach, face relaxed in peace and you take a moment to admire your handsome boyfriend

“morning, baby,” you tell him softly, smoothing some of his hair away

he stirs a little and mildly wakes up, but doesn’t want to get up up totally though, he just wraps the duvet around himself more and pulls you closer to him

“just a couple more minutes, kitten,” he groans on his deeper morning voice

but when you’re actually serious about getting up he does too. he simply insists on making your breakfast

only allows you near the kitchen in you’re gonna hug him from behind, doesn’t allow you to actually help cook lmao

surprisingly makes such good coffee for the both of you

you spend this little weekend talking about anything and everything, tangled in each other half the time

maybe you two hike a little if you’re into that. do some exploring in the woods

kuroo definitely doesn’t almost fall while he’s trying to look like an expert hiker

maybe you get some reading done in each other’s presence. it’s perfect because you’re somewhere so quiet

at night you guys watch movies together until you both fall asleep

you’d wish this weekend would never end

[gyuluster]

one last present | (f)

“Soobin gifts you something unusual, but oddly perfect.”

oneshot | established relationship! au | 1.7k words

s u m m a r y : soobin has one last birthday present to spoil you with, and you certainly did not expect it.

w a r n i n g s : literally just fluff, so much fluff, soobin is best boyfriend, a little nerd information about animal disease but nothing too grim, a little kiss at the end ):

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e : hello hi this sounds all over the place but idc because it’s @soobmint birthday and this is tailored very much to her liking anyway happy birthday chae i love u so much <3

back to masterlist

“I’M NOT ACCEPTING ANOTHER PRESENT FROM YOU.”

The said boy furrowed his brows, bottom lip jutting out slightly at your words. Despite the image being extremely adorable, you refused to submit.

Choi Soobin had spoiled you enough.

“But, ____,” he began, getting up from the sofa the both of you were cozily settled upon. A few of the opened presents fell on the carpeted floor from his lap, and, letting out a noise, he instantly dropped to his knees, picking up the objects.

“No buts!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms. “You’ve gifted me half the shopping mall! You can’t expect me to accept more!”

The pout was more prominent with every word of refusal. “Honey,” he murmured, and the endearment had your heart skipping a beat. He propped the fallen presents atop the coffee table before you, standing up straighter once again. “I like buying you gifts. I mean, It’s your birthday after all.”

Indeed it was so. Of course you knew, but your boyfriend made sure that you never forgot — the excitement which radiated from him these past few weeks almost became unbearable, knowing he was planning all these lavish outings and presents, but you could not help but go along with his wishful preparation. His pure, unadulterated joy at wanting to make your birthday as special as possible truly touched your heart.

“And plus, after this one, there are no more.” 

When you answered him with a raised brow, quite unconvinced, he raised his fist into the air, a little finger erecting. “Pinky promise.”

“Pinky promise, huh?” You could not help a small smile escaping. “That serious?”

Nodding, he hovered the finger closer to you. “This present will be your absolute favourite.”

Looping your own pinky with his, he helped you off the sofa, making sure you didn’t drop any of the gifts around you. Then, wrapping the rest of his fingers around your hand, he led you out of his living room.

Taking a long journey into the hallways, you both turned to the kitchen, a vast marble sensation of countertops and island bars, courtesy of his parents’ wealth. Catching sight of the wall-length, transparent doors, Soobin held out his free hand, careful to be quiet as he opened the doors into the nature beyond.

The Choi’s garden was another world entirely — perhaps bigger than his house, a fine collection of all the fruit trees, bushes and flowers, scattered upon the lush grass, freshly trimmed this morning. You closed the door after you stepped into the cool evening air, the sun on its way to descent below the horizon.

“Where is this present, Soobin?” you asked him, curious as to why he steered you outside. He only answered with a knowing smile, converse quiet against the grass, hand on yours unwavering.

Your confusion only grew as, swiping past the trail of gran old oaks and birches, you ended up upon the small pond right at the end of your boyfriend’s garden. It shimmered with the golden light of the dying sun, a few crickets resonating around its edges. The little reservoir was your favourite place inside his domain, a lilting peace always exuding from the calm waters, lapping against the slight bank. 

However, as your eyes wandered, there was a new addition, settled beside the pond. “What is this?” you wondered out loud, gazing over the small, wooden structure, slightly bigger than a sandcastle. Its detail was incredibly intricate, a tall arc carved out in the front, a moving creature fidgeting at the edge. The roof was slanted, like that of a miniature cabin, and your previous interest had only heightened, tugging on the sleeve of Soobin’s white shirt.

“Stay here,” he said, letting go of your hand for a moment. Carefully stepping along the edges of the pond, he kneeled next to the wooden construction, leaning in as his hands slid inside the open doorway. You crept a step closer, craning your head forward to catch a glimpse, but when you saw your boyfriend murmuring sweet nothings to the unknown inside, you stopped.

That was when he brought his hands out, now very much occupied. 

A gasp escaped you at what was revealed.

Two small ducklings snuggled in the folds of Soobin’s hand, making soft quacking noises as his finger stroked each of their heads softly. Your face morphed into one of infinite tenderness as a smile curled instantly upon his lips at the reaction.

Slowly, as not to disturb the animals, he walked over to you, eyes never leaving their faded yellow coats. Only when he stepped before you he looked up, sharing some of his elation within your gaze.

“My last present,” he declared. Hovering his full hands closer to you, he added, “Here.”

You did not dare answer him, holding your hands out as, ever so gently, Soobin dipped the ducklings into your care. Their webbed feet clung onto your palms as they curled against you, welcoming your warmth. Your nerves had to be thanked for that, rising with each caress of their feathers against your skin. 

Your eyes lifted to the boy before you.

He was not wrong at all — this really was your favourite present. “How…” you got out, but of course he knew, of course he knew that you had wanted these creatures for so long. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that you wanted ducks — it was certainly a bizarre first pet to have, but you always found these types of birds adorable. Whenever you and Soobin would walk through the parks in your city, you would rush to the waterworks within nature, and stare at the families of ducks for hours on end. Sometimes, the poor boy had to haul you out of the forests, but he always found his heart turning in on itself whenever he stole a glimpse of your excited smile.

So when he ended up in the animal shelter one day, weeks before tonight, in search of these animals, he saw these two baby ducklings, and instantly made sure to whisk them away within his pond, hiding them and their little cabin from your curious footsteps. 

Until this day. When now, they nearly slept with the gentle stillness you kept them in.

He could see it in your eyes. You were already in love with them.

“What…” you gulped, thumbs caressing their tiny heads. “What did you name them?”

Soobin’s hand crept up to his neck, scratching awkwardly. “You better not laugh.”

You narrowed your brows. “Why?”

He pointed at the left duckling. “So this one is Aristotle,” he began, awaiting your teasing, “And this one—” pointing to the right, “—is called Plato.”

There was a long silence before you burst into soft laughter. 

“Hey!” he exclaimed, locking his hands behind his back. “I told you not to laugh.”

“I’m sorry, baby!” you gasped out, grinning. “I didn’t realise one semester of Greek Philosophy could change you this way.”

“Stop!” he whined, stepping closer as he observed the slumbering ducklings. “I don’t know, I just really liked the ring of it, okay?”

“Awww, don’t worry, Soobs,” you reassured him, nudging his leg with your foot. “I like the names.”

It was his turn to give you the unconvinced raise of his brows. “I’d bring out my pinkie, but my hands are a bit occupied.”

Satisfied, he nodded, watching you tend to your living gift with your fingers. “There’s something a little wrong with them, ____.”

Smile fading, you glanced up at him. “What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms. “The lady at the shelter mentioned some time of...preen malfunction?” 

You knew exactly he was inferring to. “Malfunctioning preen glands?” Your fingers brushed against the base of the ducklings’ tails, feeling an odd texture around their feathers. “I researched this while I was looking for ducks as pets. It means that their feathers don’t dry properly, which can be really dangerous for them.”

“Oh my God,” he muttered. “I should have looked into it further!” He groaned, swiping away his hair from his line of sight. “How am I going to take care of them properly?”

Your stare upon him seemed to calm him down. “Soobin, it’s okay.” Gingerly, you patted their backs. “I know how to treat this.”

“I’m sorry for putting this responsibility on you, honey,” he mumbled, taking one final step to you before planting his hands on your shoulders. “I wanted you to have some ducklings, but seeing these sick ones just...it did something within me.

“I felt like I had to get them somewhere safe, ____. And the only safe haven I could think of was you.”

Your eyes widened, his touch all the more prevalent. Soobin noticed, cocking his head. “What are you looking at me like that for?” 

His hands crept up, sliding from your neck to hold your face in his slender fingers. “Do you not realise that I associate you with all the good things in the world?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, refusing to let the sting of tears win over you. “There’s a reason I presented you with the ducklings, honey. If you’re so good to me, then little Plato and Aristotle will forever be loved.”

Oh, God. How could you fight the waterworks after that?

Raising upwards, you closed your eyes as you captured Soobin’s lips, insides singing at how he welcomed the touch. His fingertips stroked your cheeks as he leaned further into the kiss, moving against your mouth like a lovestruck fool, yearning for you and everything you represented. 

As the sun fully descended, you opened up slightly for him, the boy clinging onto your bottom lip till a soft moan escaped you, causing him to lose nearly all of his senses. He might have gone further, may have teased his tongue along the swell of your mouth, but he held back. 

If it weren’t for the creatures nestled in your hands, he would have dared, but he pulled back, breathing a little panted as his thumb caressed the apple of your cheeks. 

“Happy Birthday, ____,” he whispered, eyes swirling with lifelong affection.

“I love you, Soobin,” you replied, lips curving upwards.

Then you looked down at the slumbering ducklings, smile growing.

And I love you two, too.

[katnissmellarkkk]

Andddd here’s my chappy three thoughts 🥳🥳🥳

Hmmm Katniss saying that her mother has a dress made of velvet is actually really interesting because it shows that Mrs. Everdeen Lily-Rose really was well-er off before she married Katniss’ father Hunter.

Or did she get the velvet dress from Maysilee? Oh well, who knows.

Aww, Katniss’ nervous habit of touching soft things repeatedly to soothe herself 🤧🤧.

“Crying is not an option. There will be more cameras at the train station.” — someone tell that to Peeta 🤣🤣🤣.

Okay I gotta stop picking on Primmers, I know but like. How small is she that she sits on Katniss’ lap like a toddler but then in the following year is the same height as her? Doesn’t matter I know but still I wonder.

Okay so Mrs. E is the doctor for the people of the Seam? Idk I never thought about this but who does people like Peeta or Madge or Delly go to if they’re sick or hurt? Is there a still running apothecary shop that Katniss never mentions? Are her grandparents still running the family biz?

Also okay, I gotta stop having so many thoughts on all the lil details I know but like. Katniss says here she’s familiar with the herbs her mother doesn’t grow on her own so like a). Katniss is more of a healer than she leads on because no average person knows what kind of plant is medicinal and b). Her mother is just growing herbs and Katniss never mentions it again in the whole series? Or I just missed it.

Okay imma move on from this one singular paragraph but Gale and her made a pact a year ago that they’ll supply each other’s family with game if they were to be reaped... I’m feeling like their close friendship is probably only one year old then? Idk. Just my interpretation.

Honestly I love Katniss getting mad at her mom here.

She’s sixteen, for God’s sake, of course she’s angry at what her mother’s illness put her through.

Also I lowkey like that her mother got mad back because that lady in the movies had zero personality.

“Boys who are two to three times my size.” She sounds so little, omg 🥺🥺🥺.

“I don’t care if we’re rich, I just really want you to come home” 🤧🤧🤧😩😩😩😩 okay Primmers, you got me here.

“the Peacekeeper is at the door, signaling our time is up, and we're all hugging one another so hard it hurts and all I'm saying is ‘I love you. I love you both.’ And they're saying it back...” this is so sad leave me be 😫😫😫😫

Katniss is burying her face in a pillow to block out her emotions this is too much for me 🥵🥵🥵

Omg I forgot Peeta’s father visits Katniss 😅

Why does he visit Katniss?

She describes Peeta’s father as a “big, broad-shouldered man.” And then describes Peeta as stocky. Idk the comparison of the two descriptions has always led me to think Peeta is gonna be a big dude when he grows up like his father. This made no sense and had zero correlation but I thought, so I said it, no regrets

Oh he brought her cookies 🤧

WAIT WAIT WAIT. I just had a new thought, y’all. What if instead of the baker bringing cookies being a thing he does for all tributes, what if he’s bringing the cookies because Peeta asked him to, because he made them and wants to give them to Katniss and knows she’ll never accept / trust them coming from her competition? What if that’s the real reason the baker visited her in the first place? Because Peeta asked him to? This was such a shipper comment but idc, no regrets, remember?

Omg Peeta’s father is just mute 🤣🤣🤣

Between an abusive, angry mother and a mute for a father, the Mellark brothers must have had a fairytale of a childhood 😅😅😅😅.

But seriously #PoorPeetaMyBaby

Aww Peeta’s father is gonna help keep Prim alive 😭

Omg I just remembered he’s her mother’s ex boyfriend. Haidon Mellark, as I named him in my fics.

That one fic where he was thought to be Prim’s real father is just playing now in my head, rent free.

But does Katniss not realize that he may be offering to help Prim as a favor to her? Like she claims Prim is just so wonderful people adore her but there’s like zero evidence in the text that make her endearing? Okay I need to turn this bus around, I need to find a love for Primmy Deen.

Madge is not one for preamble apparently. No “hi, how are you? I’m sorry you’re gonna die? What will your last meal be?” Just right to “here, wear this family heirloom of mine, k thanks.”

I like that Madge had to kiss her cheek for Katniss to realize they were friends 😅😅😅.

I remember always loving her and Gale’s hug here. I’ve always felt like it was platonic, but especially when I first read the books and had zero preference one way or another for Gale or Peeta, I really liked how she said even with nothing romantic between them, “when he opens his arms, I don’t hesitate to go to him” or something I’m paraphrasing ok I’m lazy

Also though, this is the first time they’ve ever hugged? Idk why that surprises me? It shouldn’t because where is a hug gonna fit into a hunting trip 😅🤣😂 “I just caught a deer!” “let’s celebrate with a hug!”

I like that Katniss remembers how her father even failed to make a good bow sometimes. Random, I know.

I like that the Capitol weren’t entertained by the people freezing to deaths because it wasn’t bloody enough 🤭🙃

“How different can it be [to kill a human vs an animal]?” She’s about to find out, Gale 🥺. And when she comes back you won’t understand 🙄😔

What did Gale want to say before the Peacekeepers dragged him away?

I used to think it was a confession of love but I’m actually sure it wasn’t now? Just the wording “remember I-“ doesn’t sound like it, considering he never confessed anything prior to her coming home.

I’m assuming now he was just gonna give her some more advice to stay alive 🤷🏼‍♀️. Clearly if it were relevant it would have made its way to the others books.

Aww, she’s never been inside a car before 😭😭. I didn’t even know they had cars in this universe but okay.

I notice though how she says “In the Seam, we travel on foot.” So is Peeta just riding his trolly down the street every day with the other merchants then? 🤣

Peeta just openly crying on camera 😅😢.

I like how Katniss is like “ooo is this an act to get sponsors?” when in reality Peeta’s like “no, I’m just a soft and genuine boy ™️”

Omg I just realized this totally goes along with Peeta’s thing later on “I want to die as myself”

He’s refusing to hold back his emotions because he thinks he’s doomed to die and he’s already refusing to pretend to be or feel something ingenious.

But a Johanna mention in book 1 chapter 3 woohoo 🥳🥳🥳 also Katniss comparing Jo and Peeta is kind of like foreshadowing of their shared torture in book 3.

Omg she just called Peeta broad-shouldered and strong. 🥰🥰🥰 my headcanon for his post-canon body is confirmed

Also why does Katniss keep allotting his strength to carrying bread trays around? Are they heavy? Why have I never once heard of people who carry bread trays being strong? I always thought Peeta was really strong because he learned to fight in order to defend himself against his mother but that’s probably wrong.

But if a mother is abusive, it can lead to one of the kids being physically violent as well and we know Peeta isn’t but he has two older brothers I’m gonna cut myself off now but I think we all smelled what I just stepped in.

Also I just find it so fascinating now how she regards herself vs Peeta here.

When talking about herself, she says, “The competition will be far beyond my abilities. [...] Oh, there'll be people like me, too. People to weed out before the real fun begins.” But when she talks about Peeta, she immediately says, “It would take an awful lot of weeping to convince anyone to overlook him.”

It’s just funny how she discounted herself right from the start but thought he was a real contender and then come to find out, Peeta believes it’s the exact opposite 😂🙃. They’re both so stupid I can’t even take it.

Wait did they actually give the location of the Capitol and the location of District Twelve in today’s world? And I just overlooked it? Brb I’m gonna go to google maps right quick.

Okay so basically what I gathered is the Capitol is probably in New Mexico and District Twelve is somewhere between Kentucky and Alabama. Irrelevant I know. But just a reminder now to everyone that Katniss and Peeta are literally speaking, crying and screaming in thick, backwoods southern accents.

It’s literally so sad how everything for Katniss is about food. Like every motive she has, every action she does is about preventing starvation ever again. 🤧🤧🤧

First mockingjay mention 🤭🤭.

“My father was particularly fond of mockingjays” 😭😭😭 I bet he was 😭😭😭😭

We always go on and on about how Katniss is a mockingjay or her children are mockingjays but Katniss herself here says mockingjays represent her father imma cry, y’all 😫😫😫😫

“It’s like having a piece of my father with me, protecting me” shut up shut up shut up shut up

Awww, Katniss has never had food like this before 😔😔😔

Neither has Peeta 🤧🤧

Katniss disliking the way Effie put the two kids from the year before down and so began to eat like a pig just to prove her point, is so her. And the beginning of her fighting for the underdog.

Omg the Rue introduction 🥺🥺🥺

Bahahahaha the commenters calling District Twelve backwards but charming 😅😅😅 they really are the hillbilly district

Peeta’s unexpected laugh 🥺🥺🥺 I love you, baby

“He was drunk. He’s drunk every year.” “Every day.” Katniss and Peeta are already finishing each other’s sentiments and teaming up to get on Effie’s nerves I love them so much 😍

Oh my God, Effie, you selfish jerk. They’re kids having fun for like one second, no need to throw in their faces they’re gonna die if the drunk won’t help them. I’d forgotten why I don’t really like the book version of her. I actually prefer her as comedic relief in the movies.

I actually just realized I really dislike Effie Trinket, I hope they never speak to her again Post-Mockingjay. Idc how you’re raised you don’t need to treat teenagers who are sentenced to a probable death badly just because they laughed at you 🙄🙄🙄😡😡😡😡. They didn’t even really laugh at her, she’s just annoying and awful, we don’t stan Effie in this household.

Okay, that’s all for my thoughts on chapter three! Until next time, y’all ! If anyone actually read this long mess of a post.

[miastideclock]

BTS Rap Line Drabble, “Ddaeng.”

 could u do a drabble with namjoon, yoongi and hoseok and something around DDAENG?? have your fun with it!! Idc who ends up with who if there even is any romance or anything- get ur creative juices flowing :3 -Silver Anon

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Of course I can! I love both the song and the boys, so I’m gonna have a lot of fun with this one :))

I highly recommend listening to THIS as you read x

Word Count: 2.68k Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Threats, Sexual Suggestions

You checked behind you once. Then twice. Even a third time to make sure you weren’t being followed. After you were certain there were no one with you down the abandoned alleyway, you jumped the fence. Climbing a 13-foot wall wasn’t easy, but it sure was easier now than the first time you did it- three years ago.  The wall was pretty useful in keeping out people who didn’t belong there, like cops or whistleblowers, as they never bother to actually jump the wall. 

You grunted as you hit the pavement and rolled to cushion the jump. You then got to your feet and jogged the last three minutes, the chants and the cheers growing louder and louder as you did so. 

Underground boxing had been an interest of yours for years, so when you found the arena by accident one night, you knew you were in the right place. However, it took a few months before you actually began fighting yourself, but when you did? Wow. You had caught everyone off guard when you seemingly showed up out of nothing and became close to undefeated.

“Look what decided to show up!” A voice snarled from behind you once you had gotten into the crowd. You knew instantly who it was, and spun on your heel to face them. 

“Namjoon! Good to see you- so sorry I couldn’t attend your funeral last year.” You smiled sarcastically as you looked up at the man in front of you. He was taller than you by quite a bit, but you didn’t let that intimidate you. 

Namjoon chuckled at you reply, but decided to not spit back a comment of the same nature, rather he asked you why you were there. “You planning on fighting today or are you just here for my halftime?” Namjoon wasn’t a fighter like you, but he was more often than not one of the announcers of the fights, and often him and his crew had rap-battles and things alike when there were fewer fighters. 

“I think I was set up at round six, maybe. I would never come here just to watch you and your friends make a fool of yourselves.” You smirked back. 

You and Namjoon had a complicated relationship. You would snarl back and forth like arch enemies, but at the end of the night you would both be undressing each other with your eyes, the tension being insane. 

“Oh please, everytime we perform your heart skips a beat, and your breath hitches. I can tell by your eyes, princess.” Namjoon taunted in a tone so low it wasn’t far from a growl. As he spoke he slowly got closer and closer to you, bending a little so he had you at eye-level. You found your lips parting ever so slightly as you licked the inner corner of your lips, your eyes never breaking eye-contact with his. You tried to look unimpressed, but what he was saying was the truth.

“Keep dreaming. I am here for one reason and one reason only. I’m going to do everything to win the fights, so I can leave here with the money-price. Me being here solely for you and your little performance is purely wishful thinking on your end, princess.” You belittled him as you spoke, ending it with a call-back to his nickname for you. You then flipped around, making sure your two dutch-braids would slap him across his chest, and then you were on your way. 

You made it over to the announcer of the night and gave him your form. 

NAME: your/fighter/name WEIGHT CLASS: xx HEIGHT: xx ROUND: Six With this, you take all responsibility of any damages that may happen to your person. By signing this you have no legal right to sue SEOUL UNDERGROUND BOXING COMMUNITY.  SIGN: Signature.

It was a form every fighter had to sign to fight on the grounds of SUBC. 

The announcer skimmed the form and gave you a nod then letting you go to the area behind him, leading into a small shed where you changed and put your things while fighting. You dumped your things onto the bench inside and tore off your hoodie, revealing your sports-bra. You found wearing loose shirts only made it hard for you to move as freely as you wished, so you more often than not opted for a sports-bra and basketball shorts or a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants.

The bell soon dinged as a sign that the current fight was over. As that had been round five, you were next up. You continued to wrap your hands as you made your way out of the small shed and over to the middle of the arena. 

The stadium was positioned in an unfinished and abandoned tunnel on the outside of the city, and it would change locations every few months or so, to make sure the wrong people wouldn’t find it. But due to the location, the chanting and cheering became super loud as it echoed into the tunnel. 

“..AND ON OUR RIGHT WE HAVE NINE TIME WINNER AND DEFENDING CHAMPION  - Y/F/N !” The announcer screamed into the megaphone, you stepping out from the shadows as he did so. You walked over to the middle of the ring and shook your opponent’s hand. You would usually take that opportunity to size your opponent and try to figure out what tactics to use- but instead you gave him a smile. 

“Hoseok! Long time no see!” You greeted him with a genuine smile. He was your favorite person to fight, as it didn’t automatically mean you would win. You would have to work for it, and those were the best fights. 

“Y/n- didn’t think I would see you here today. Heard a rumor you were taking a break?” He commented as he too smiled all while jumping lightly from foot to foot to warm up. 

“Fake news, mate. A girl’s gotta pay rent.” You joked and winked to him, making him laugh. You then stepped back to your starting points, waiting for the bell to ring. 

You knew you had about a minute or so before the bell would go off, so you started doing what you did before every fight. You started slapping and hitting your chest, shoulders and thighs raw to hype yourself up. You were completely red where you had hit, but that just fueled the adrenaline. 

The announcer soon started the countdown. 

“THREE!” He screamed. You took a deep breath and locked eyes with Hoseok. 

“TWO!” You breathed out, completely emptying your lungs of any oxygen whatsoever, to the point where it hurt. 

“ONE!” You and Hoseok gave each other a nod, simultaneously, as to tell each other to not take the fight personally. The two of you had grown to become quite good friends, so none of the bruises would be because of who they were- it would simply be for the price. 

The bell went off. 

The crowd instantly went crazy as you and Hoseok started circling each other, both of you waiting for your opponent to charge. After about ten seconds, Hoseok finally sprinted at you, placing his shoulder into your stomach and lifting you up, then slamming you against the ground- all before you could even process what had happened. 

The scary part about underground fighting is that there are no rules. No specific kind of fighting. You do whatever you need to do to keep your opponent on the ground for more than ten seconds, or until they tap out. Whether that is kicking them in the head or biting their calf, the judge won’t care. 

Because of this, you took the opportunity to grab Hoseok’s leg while you were still on the floor, and wrap yourself around it, using your legs to hoist yourself up, and then use your whole body weight to send him to the floor, resulting in you straddling him and punching him in the face. The crowd went nuts. 

You got in two solid punches before Hoseok came to and threw you off of him, you using his force to roll as far away as you could before getting up in a position where you kneel on one leg, both of your hands touching the ground.

He was in a squatting position about two meters away from you, waiting for you to make the next move. You breathed out and leaped at him, grabbing his shoulder as you rolled over him, sending you both flying. 

This went on for a while, and after about four minutes, you felt like you finally had the upper hand. You were now sat on the ground, having his neck between your thighs, squeezing so he couldn’t breathe, waiting for him to tap out. 

He finally did and the bell rung, making you let go as soon as you could, and then help him to his feet. “You did great.” You complimented him as he rubbed the side of his neck, it being sore from your finishing move. He then smiled and gave you a nod in return, it being his way of saying the same. 

The judge was soon by your side, standing in between you and Hoseok, holding both of your hands but only raising yours to show you off as the champion of the round. 

While you breathed heavily and had your hand raised by the judge, you took in the cheers and chants calling your name in awe. You scanned the crowd and soon made eye-contact with Namjoon, causing a smirk to play on your lips. He stood there clapping as if it was against his own will. You then playfully gave him a wink before looking away, this resulting in Namjoon chuckling slightly as he too looked away, licking the inside of his bottom lip as he did so. 

You were soon allowed to go back to the small shed and grab the towel you had brought as well as a crisp bottle of water. After doing so, you walked into the crowd to find Hoseok, wanting to have a proper chat with him. But while you were looking for him, the announcer soon caught your attention.

“While we wait for the competitors of round seven, give it up for RM, AUGUST D AND J-HOOOPE!” He hyped up, dragging out the last name as he walked off ‘stage’, it just being the ring you had just fought in. In reality it was just a slightly raised part of the ground, about two feet or so above where everyone else was standing. 

You found yourself a pole to lean up against as you calmed down your still heavy breathing. 

The bell rang once as the music started, Namjoon being the first out, rapping in his usual style. He gracefully rapped the intro, something you found a bit annoying as you didn’t want to be attracted to his smooth flow. You recognized the song as Ddaeng, as they had performed it before at a different setting. 

After that Hoseok rapped his verse, you cheering with the crowd as you hyped him up. Dancing along with the rhythm. It was soon time for the chorus again, this time Yoongi and Hoseok joining forces. 

You had met this Yoongi fella once before, it being briefly. It was at your last fight about a month ago, you had stopped Hoseok in by-passing to tell him he had improved greatly. Yoongi was with him, you barely catching his name before they had to leave. 

After that you had been to a rap-battle in a different city, and in the center you had seen him under the name August D. He hadn’t seen you, but you had paid very close attention to him as you vibed with his flow. 

Before you knew it, the second chorus was over, and the third verse was brought down a bit, Namjoon’s turn. He found your gaze and locked eyes with you, his raspy voice growling as he spit the lyrics to his part. He beckoned you over using his finger, you doing so, wondering what he had planned. 

As you reached the stage with you arms crossed across your chest, he slowly bent down to kneel on one leg in-front of you, however you still had to look up to meet his eyes. His verse carried on as he reached out his hand, hooking his pointer finger under your chin, his thumb resting in you bottom lip. His face came closer and closer, you breath hitching ever so slightly, and you prayed that he didn’t notice.  As his lips inched closer to your own, it was as if you couldn’t hear the cheering from the crowd anymore, as if there was no one else but you and Namjoon. But all that broke away as soon as his verse was over and he pulled away from you, getting to his feet and joining his friends back in the center of the ‘stage’. 

You felt yourself releasing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, quickly looking around you to see who was watching you, but most everyone’s attention had returned to Hoseok and Namjoon getting through the last chorus together. 

The music cut out and the crowd went crazy. The three men stood on stage heaving for air, especially Hoseok as he never got the chance to catch his breath after the fight. 

Namjoon yet again found your eyes and winked, calling back to what you had done after the fight. 

The announcer then ushered them off stage as the next fight was about to start. The three guys then jumped off the short ‘stage’ and down to you. You quickly gave Hoseok a sweaty hug, telling him how great he had been. After that you greeted Yoongi, letting him know that you liked his performance in the city over. Last was Namjoon. 

“Hoseok! You were amazing! I could never do that after a fight what the hell! And Yoongi, hi! Lovely to see you again. I actually saw you in a rap-battle over in Busan, you were insane.” You hugged Yoongi as well, apologizing for being so sweaty still. 

“I knew that was you! I thought I saw you but you left before I could confirm my suspicions. Next time you’re over there hit me up and let’s hang!” Yoongi spoke in a cheery tone, a large contrast from his persona on stage. You nodded and quickly wrote your number down on his arm for him to contact you later. 

You then turned to Namjoon who was standing there with a sly smirk on his face. You took a step closer so you were touching him. “So you think you’re slick, huh?” You commented, resulting in him nodding, the smirk never leaving his face. “Well, two can play that game.” You mumbled mostly to yourself, but you were stood so close to Namjoon that he definitely heard you. He raised an eyebrow as to question you, but before he could get out a word, you grabbed the waist-fabric of his hoodie and pulled him closer to you, getting on your toes as you closed the gap between you two, placing your right hand on the back of his head as your lips connected. 

You heard both Hoseok and Yoongi riot behind you, but you didn’t care. Namjoon had kissed you back instantly, and before you knew it you were full on making out. He had become like putty in your hands, almost wanting to make you laugh. 

Almost as if he came to, he was about to grab your waist to pull you close, but that was when you took a step back, ending your kiss. 

“Anyways, I have to go get ready for my next fight. Bye Princess.” You winked at Namjoon and made your way back to your shed, leaving him high and dry, just like he had done to you.

Once you entered the shed, you fell down onto the bench and kicked the air, not wanting to show him what effect he had on you. You gave it a few minutes before you collected yourself to get ready for your next fight.

Hope you liked it! Feel free to request more x

-Bentley

[orbitariums]

war nymph | bucky barnes ♡

request: ooo write something of bucky and an asgardian reader (who’s thor and loki’s sister) and is the goddess of war. and like they just came back from a mission or something like that. the reader shows off her skills/powers and bucky gets turn on? make it rough and kinky 😳

note: the title is inspired by grimes’ creation called “war nymph”, that’s also yn’s avenger name/goddess name. i know a nymph isn’t the same as a goddess buttt idc! quickly (kind of) written, straight to the point! also i love the idea of an asgardian goddess who’s loki & thor’s sister (we not talking ab hela but i love her too LOL). def would write drabbles/headcanons ab this character if y’all want that. lmk!

word count: 2.6k exactly!

warnings: smut, nsfw, slight voyeurism kink, rough, cute trash talk, both reader and bucky have dom energy? which is fun

here we go!!

"She does it again," Thor praised you, smothering you as he placed his arm around your shoulder.

You, Thor, and Bucky were all getting on the Quinjet, joining a few of the others - that included Steve, Natasha, and Sam. You had just completed another mission in which you were to find and possibly disarm an 0-8-4. You came to find out the weapon originated from a Hydra base, and it was mostly with your help that the weapon was able to be disarmed, and that you were able to escape the Hydra members who tried to stop you from doing just that.

    Thor and Bucky weren't completely useless, of course, but this was a time when your abilities as a war goddess of Asgardia shone. You could quickly disarm weapons and multitask by beating the shit out of someone at once, whether it be with your brute strength of through the use of a weapon. You were familiar with every weapon there was, and incredibly skilled in many fighting tactics. If there ever were a mission for you, it was this one. They called you War Nymph, a title no one dared to challenge.

    "Get off me, you big slob," you grimaced, wriggling away from your brother Thor's grasp. You'd grown up with Thor on Asgard - you were an Asgardian first, and an Avenger second. Your family, specifically your brothers Thor and Loki, always came first. You were always respected on Asgard for your abilities — now they were being put to further use on the Avengers team.

      "And to think I was complimenting you," Thor scoffed, being dramatic as usual.

     "You're not wrong to. What would you ever do without me?" you teased, prompting Bucky to chime in.

    "She's right. I gotta say, I'm impressed."

Bucky Barnes — where to start with him? Sergeant turned Winter Soldier turned Avenger turned... boy toy? You didn't know how exactly your relationship with Bucky was to be defined, but it was definitely physical. Around others, you communicated through mostly sarcastic remarks, but away from the others, it was a different story - still sarcastic remarks, except during your sexual encounters.

      So, true to your nature, you quickly quipped,

     "I gotta say, I can't say the same to you, Barnes."

     "Oh, really?" Bucky raised his brows with a playful smirk.

    "Easy," Natasha intervened, gearing up the Quinjet. "We don't need a repeat of what happened last time you two started with the sarcastic remarks."

    "Oh, you can say that again," Steve scoffed, settling into the seat next to Natasha while you and Bucky leaned against the walls opposite each other, smirking knowingly at each other.

    "It wasn't that bad," you rolled your eyes.

    "We all almost died," Sam snapped.

Last time you and Bucky had your gos at each other, you ended up "play fighting", in the meeting room. But "play fighting" between a war goddess with multiple superpowers, including telekinesis and super strength, and an advanced combatant with super strength, wasn't your typical idea of a play fight. Of course when the rest of the team broke it up, you continued in private... but maybe "fighting" wasn't the right word to use.

    "Oh, don't be such a baby, Sam," Thor smiled. He was well versed in play fighting with you and Loki as a youth on Asgard, and even he had been at the bad end of your powers.

You on the other hand had moved on from the conversation, more interested in sharpening just one of your many knives.

    "Really though. I'm very impressed, War Nymph. You never fail to impress me more and more every single time," Bucky said, and unbeknownst to the others, in his voice there was a secret tone, one only you could decipher - he would be showing his appreciation greatly when you landed. It was so clear to see. The more you showcased your powers, the more you proved your many abilities, the more Bucky wanted you, the more he admired you.

    Your knife made a sharp "shing" noise and you smirked, Bucky's needy eyes traveling to the source of the sound - ogling your trusty hands.

     "I'm sure," you winked.

By the time you got home, Bucky was desperate, trailing behind your feet like a lost, yet murderous puppy. He wanted you, and he wanted you now. He made that known, whispering in your ear, his lips far too close to your neck to just be work-related chatter. Still you kept things under wraps, promising him "soon, soldier." The entirety of your debrief meeting was spent with a frustrated Bucky glaring at you with a dead face, but you knew behind his expression lurked a fire.

    When it was all over, you and Bucky were the last two in the room.

    "Meet in my room?" you asked, but Bucky was silent.

    He shook his head slowly, approaching you with a stern look on his face.

    "No. Let's just do this here."

    "Here?" you laughed, looking around the deserted meeting room, which had glass panels that could easily be walked past and seen through. "You can't be serious-"

     But apparently he was, because he had you pushed against the wall, lips pressed against yours, cutting you off and silencing you with ease. So all that need in his eyes hadn't been just for show, and you felt it through his pants as well. The kiss became passionate and sloppy, burning with desire. You moaned into his mouth, making him even harder, and started feeling the tell tale signs of arousal - your beating heart to match your other beating heart.

    "Bucky-" you panted, the minute his lips detached from yours, breathless. His hands ran along your body and tugged at your clothing, wanting every bit of it off. "Someone could see-"

You were grasping on to every bit of logic that you had left, and there wasn't much. Bucky made you delirious with desire, made your heart race like no other, and you had the same effect on him. Logic wasn't necessarily winning here. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. And he had made it very clear that he didn't care where he had you.

    He smirked, looking into your eyes with a mischievous glint in his own,

    "You act like that's such a bad thing."

You rolled your eyes, pulling him back in - he had you all figured out. The idea of someone seeing the two of you, though horrifying, was also incredibly arousing. Whatever it was, it got adrenaline pumping through your veins like nobody's business. You didn't really care, who were you fooling?

    "Just fuck me," you murmured against the hot skin of his neck, guiding his hand into your pants, feeling the cool metal of his prosthetic hand against your wet pussy, gliding back and forth against your slick folds.

    "Are you bossing me around?" Bucky teased, grinding his hips against you so you felt the outline of his cock against your core.

    "Yes," you retorted. "And that's an order."

    It wasn't long before both your uniforms were off, and you both did this quickly, your nimble fingers working to complete the task. You needed to make this quick, and if that meant it was rough, then so be it. You weren't usually gentle, anyways. But Bucky took his time going down on you anyway, kneeling on the floor and kissing hot, wet kisses against your stomach and thighs as he went down, your hand tugging at his long, black hair. You domineered him as he buried his head between your thighs, sucking and kissing at your clit while his tongue worked your slit. You raised up one of your legs and settling your foot on his shoulder so he had easier access to you.

    "Look at me," you forced his head up, hand tugging harshly at his hair, and he moaned into your throbbing core as you made intense eye contact with each other. You couldn't help but sigh in pleasure, leaning your head back against the wall. You had forgotten the dangers of doing this long ago, now you were lost in satisfaction. "Fuck, Bucky, you eat it so good," you moaned precariously, making his dick twitch in his boxers.

    He wanted to make you come two ways - on his face and with his cock inside you, and he would work to ensure that it happened. When it came to sex with Bucky, you were both competing with each other to give the other the most pleasure, to be the most dominant. You were the perfect mix, two competitive assholes with superpowers.

    He kitten licked up from your entrance to your clit, all the while rubbing his fingers in circular motions against your clit, sure to use the hand with the metal arm, which you loved so much. Your hips bucked against his tongue and you began to roll your hips up and down against his face, moaning and whimpering at the access he had to you. He let you do this for a while before pulling back and instead pushing two cold fingers in, making your hips twitch at the unexpected sensation. He curved his fingers upwards and had you hooked, fucking down on his fingers, to his astonishment.

    "That's it baby, fuck my fingers," he praised you, and attached his lips to your clit again, sucking and licking. "Am I good for you? Good enough to make you come?"

     You gasped out the words,

     "Yes, Bucky, fuck. So good for me, baby, I'm gonna cum."

     "Go ahead," he started thrusting his fingers in and out faster, harder, feeling his knuckles bottom out against your skin, which was glazed over with your arousal and his spit. He watched as his fingers disappeared inside of you, still aiming his tongue just above his fingers so he could taste you when you finished. He always wanted to taste you, to feel you in your entirety - there was something about an Asgardian war goddess that was irresistible.

     You came with a cry of shock, and slowly rolled your hips around Bucky's fingers as he pressed his tongue against you to taste you.

     "Fuck," you sighed, licking your lips and breathing harshly.

     "Taste yourself," Bucky insisted, rising to his feet and pressing his lips against yours, initiating a long and needy kiss. You palmed him through his boxers, feeling his hard cock in your hands, before slowly bringing him out, stroking him softly and tugging at him. He chuckled darkly. "You're playing a dangerous game."

    "They call me War Nymph. I'm always playing dangerous," you smirked, locking eyes with him.

     He hummed, nodding almost understandingly.

    "Hmm. I'm not quite done with you yet."

    "I was hoping that wasn't your A-game," you teased.

    "Oh, far from it," Bucky quipped back, smiling playfully, until all playfulness was over and he had you turned around, his hand pressing down into your back. "Fucking bend over," he leaned over you and whispered in your ear.

     You whimpered at the command and did as you were told, supporting yourself with your hands against the wall and arching your back. Bucky found no use in waiting, and you felt the tip of his cock toying at your entrance at record speed, slicking himself in your arousal and watching as he teased your folds.

     "Fuck," he whispered, his jaw clenching hard.

     "It can be yours, soldier. You just have to earn it," you panted out, glancing over your shoulders to get a good look at him.

      You knew that would motivate him, and it did more than that. He slammed into you with no regards, making your whole body lurch forward. You both let out obscene moans at the feeling of his sudden entrance. You felt his cock stretch you out, filling you up amazingly, and he felt the stretch of your walls around him, a reminder of his size.

    "You like when I stretch you out?" Bucky prompted, and you moaned quietly in response, only making him buck his hips harder into you, in search of a proper answer. Again that metal arm came in contact with your warm skin, only this time his hand was wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look up, almost at him, while he fucked into you from behind. "I asked a question."

    You moaned, your voice ragged and breathless in addition to the hand over your throat,

    "Fuck, yes, Bucky. It's so fucking good."

     "Yeah? Is it mine? Did I earn it?" he panted, slowing his thrusts and rolling his hips in so he fucked deep inside of you, so you felt it in your stomach, your walls clenching around him.

    You nearly cried out,

    "Yes, yes you earned it, it's your pussy, Bucky, make it yours."

    "Mhm," he moaned, his breaths unstable. He slid in and out of you slowly and gently, going as deep as he could, silencing himself just to hear your moans and pants. Then he got an idea, sliding almost all the way out. "Fuck yourself, YN."

    You moaned at the delicious thought, whimpering as you moved your hips back on him while he stood still, cherishing the feeling of his cock gliding against your walls, wanting to savor every part of him. He was big, and thick, and you could tell as you fucked back onto him. You started out slow, until Bucky brought his hand on the small of your back and started to guide you, slowly but surely, until you were moving faster, making little moans escape from your lips each time your ass met his thighs. It was rough and hard, the way he fucked you, his hand making you move faster each time.

    "So good, baby," Bucky moaned, almost whining, and watched as your body followed his lead with ease. "I'm close."

    "Oh god, me too," you panted, and he started to slam into you to get you to that point, listening to the pretty moans and practical screams that left your mouth at that point. If it weren't for the fact that the meeting room was sound proof, by now everyone would've heard you, and it was just pure luck that no one had walked past yet.

     But when you came, it was explosive, and Bucky's orgasm followed soon after, your orgasms falling on top of one another's, colliding in such a divine way. You kept your hips rocking back on his, wanted to stay there until the sound of footsteps reminded you that such a thing would be irresponsible. You got dressed in record speed, practically throwing Bucky's clothes out of the way. You had your needs, but you were still a goddess. You wouldn't be caught slipping, even if this wasn't a bad way to "slip." You adjusted yourself, back to normal by the time Scott walked past and waved mindlessly, with no clue of what you and Bucky had just been up to.

    "'It's your pussy'?" Bucky repeated, quoting you with a knowing smile on his lips as he cocked his head.

You scoffed,

    "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Barnes. I was only saying that so you would fuck me for real. You've done better."

      "Oh yeah?" Bucky grinned, matching your playful insults easily.

     "Oh yeah, much better. But this wasn't half bad," you smirked, running your hand along his face. You gave his cheek a gentle slap. "Ok! I'll see you."

     "See you," Bucky replied.

As you walked away, you turned to note,

    "You should appreciate my skills more often. You know, if it's going to lead to this."

    "Sure thing."

[blanket-hole]

Im calling this the faberry files cos I feel like a spy when I'm really just very gay

This is just basically timestamps of every faberry moment I could find as I was rewatching season 1-3. I don't know if anyone wants to see it but I just put it here cos why not. I wasn't really planning on posting it but here we are so it features my gay ass commentary. Anyway there u go.

gay ass looks-

-1x04- so far I’ve seen a gay ass look Quinn gives Rachel at 35:36

-1x05-39:50-not that gay but a little bit, also long

-1x09-43:02 she looks so adoring

-1x10-during endless love

-1x11-9:37 voiceover is mean but just look at those eyes and tell me I’m wrong,34:00 she literally looks so adoringly I can’t

-1x12-10:41 pretends not to see her only to look straight (or not) at her

-1x15-35:02 they’re even talking about love at the time and sitting weirdly close for enemies

-1x16-41:30 

-1x20-43:06 I can’t really see where she’s looking under those long ass lashes but I think when Rachel does that little giggle she stares at her while smiling, might just be Faberry goggles tho

-1x22-9:05 I think thats like the cutest smile my little gay heart, 14:23 Quinn is fully checking her out rn like not even subtle they’re on stage

-2x04 16:12, 41:48 at Rachel singing

-2x07-23:19 that could in no way be regarded as a platonic look of enjoying the song, especially since its just started 

-2x09- 43:04 part of dog days but its just so cute them holding hands also weird since they are still meant to hate each other lol

-2x10-6:03 this could just be my Faberry goggles but im counting it :D, 31:20 staring at Rachel while she looks sad

-2x11-11:04 could be at puck but she was looking at Rachel before when they were further apart so imma take the w also Diana looks really cute in this bit

-2x16- 4:27 is being kinda mean but also the way she looks at her <3<3<3 :DD also 5:21 if u don’t want to wait through a bit of a scene and the look then is suuuuper gay, 43:17 she looks so proud of her girlfriend :DDDDD

-2x18-52:49 she looks like such a proud girlfriend in this bit

-2x21-1:29 its only a quick look from Quinn tho

-3x06-28:26 Quinn gives Rachel the GAYEST lingering look at the end of the song (unless my eyes deceive me but I don’t think they do cos I’ve checked like 3 times :DDD)

-3x07- 25:00 this is possible the outright gayest look from Quinn ive ever seen, its during one of the songs but I had to put it in

-3x08- 41:10 the look of joy on Quinns face when Rachel touches her shoulder is just pure gay energy

-3x14- 17:27 ‘for the rest of my life’ looks at Quinn, ffs just get married already, 24:07 she literally bites her lip like wth how is this not canon

-3x19- 39:08 kind of but Quinn looks really happy when he says Rachel Berryand its so cute

Scenes together-

-before I had this idea- the “eavesdrop much” talk, and a couple of other things e.g. the ru Paul scene and the sweetie scene. 

-1x05-41:59 during somebody to love weird foot tap thing

-1x06- 18:34 gay ass looks as well, 22:58

-1x07-21:45, 28:53 (the you obviously have a lot you need to express scene), 32:07 they just get wierdly closer for no reason

-1x09-26:09 not much but still

-1x13-3:06, 11:01

-1x15-34:18 sitting really close together next to each other when they’re meant to not like each other?

-1x20-5:42 they also sit really close and a bit of gay staring

-2x02 35:40 (on left of stage next to mike) they’re seen really close and talking, 38:55 standing unreasonably close and also in weird positions for a conversation, 31:28 Quinn looks really sad when Rachel sings to Finn (could also be a Fuinn thing tho so idk)

-2x04 28:11

-2x08-9:44

-2x13- 30:51

-2x14-8:19 its shortcut the level of gay panic on Quinns face is enough for its own spot

-2x15-0:03 how closeted is it to be the only two in the celibacy club fighting over a guy that neither of them want or need lmao I just think its really funny

-2x16-9:31 the level of gay panic on racehls face when she says she’s right is just a mood, 22:27 I think this is  a scene about miscommunication and Quinn blatantly states that she thinks Rachel is much better than Finn and that she believes in her I have a lot of feelings about this scene but ill leave it at that

-2x17-16:20

-2x18-2:38 not much tho, 10:53 they’re being civil and touchy feely also leads into pretty/unpretty, 21:50 when it pans to Quinn it makes it seem like it would be a Fuinn jealousy scene but she doesn’t look jealous at all just a bit sad i think she possibly is worried about Rachel and while she understands (which is why she’s helping) she wants her to feel beautiful in her own skin sorry if I read a bit too far in lol

-2x20-29:42, 33:12, 35:30 I love how finn last episode said Quinn was so closed off with her feelings and then this scene like maybe she can be herself around Rachel idk

-3x01-10:57 Skank Quinn fully checks Rachel out as she’s leaving in this scene also right after a scene where she said she’s not interested in the boys

-3x05-22:55 talking about finchel tho

-3x08-0:00, 21:54, 37:48

-3x11-14:28,20:00 is also a gay ass look but shes talking to Rachel so I put it here

-3x12-13:09 she only taps Rachel tho

-3x13-15:43 Quinn is acting like the stereotypical ‘gentleman’ and its very Faberry canon esque, to put it the best can

-3x14-34:28 this scene I just can’t the way Quinn lights up when she see her and her voice softens a bit and what she said this is the gayest scene no-one can explain it it a hetero way just ahh

-3x15-10:28 they’re holding hands :DD

-3x19-31:48 

-3x22-23:12 those tickets cost so much money I swear they should have been way better friends after high school pft, 40:15 Quinn looks so proud of her girlfriend

Possible scenes, could be just drama-

-1x09-29:27 could be at Rachel

-2x10-12:40 kind of about being sad about Finn but could be jealousy?

-2x16- 34:47 could be about Faberry but is framed as finchel or fuinn

-2x17- 37:28 probably just finchel drama but still Faberry jealousy

-2x18-17:16 they say how they’re ‘fighting about Rachel again’ and Im putting it in idc about finchel :DD

-2x19- 23:19 more about Fuinn like always in this category but Faberry jealousy

-2x22-2:27, 3:29, 8:25 finchel/fuinn/faberry jealousy

Sitting really close when they’re meant to not like each other-

-1x15-34:18 

-1x19-32:33 

-1x20-19:16 in the scene Quinn kinda checks her out but then they stand really close so I put it here

-2x02 23:24 sits really close to Rachel when she dresses in her Britney Spears costume and in the scene Quinn looks like she’s purposefully trying not to look at her and at 29:20 Quinn chose to sit right behind Rachel again, 39:52 seen sitting right behind her again

-2x10- 35:03 standing really close when it would make a difference if Quinn stood anywhere else (e.g. next to her friends or boyfriend) I just think its weird lol

-2x15- 6:28 (before Quinn starts plotting against Rachel, they’re in celibacy club together but all they do is argue so its still a bit weird)

-3x07- 4:54

I dont know where to put this-

-2x17- 35:10 they kinda just look a bit nervous and small interaction I just wanted to add this because I thought it was cute the way they moved around each other idk

-2x20- 14:46 Rachel knows Quinns eyes so well she knows the flower and colour of the ribbon (also gardenias are for secret love which it would surprise me if Rachel already knew)

-3x04-20:26 Rachel isn’t sitting near her boyfriend or anyone she’s even really friends with its a bit weird that shed be sitting in the corner right next to Quinn away from the other chairs

Songs- Ive probably missed a bunch of these but I tried lmao-

-somebody to love

-halo

-ride with me

-no air

-keep holding on

-bust a move

-proud Mary

-crazy in love

-imagine- there is a gay ass look

-you can’t always get what you want

-dont rain on my parade

-my life would suck without you

-gives u hell

-hello goodbye

-like a prayer

-home(kind of)

-give up the funk

-any way you want it

-faithfully

-dont stop delieving 

-Empire State of mind

-ice ice baby

-toxic

-damn it Janet

-time warp

-sweet transvestite

-start me up/living on a prayer

-hot patootie

-forget you

-umbrella/singin in the rain

-I think I wanna marry you

-just the way you are

-ive had the time of my life

-Valerie

-the Dog days are over

-the most wonderful day of the year

-welcome Christmas

-heads will roll/thriller

-fat bottomed girls

-sing

-blame it on the alcohol

-tik tok

-do you wanna touch

-afternoon delight

-get it right

-loser like me

-pretty/unpretty

-born this way

-pure imagination

-New York New York

-Fix you

-last Friday night

-hit me with your best shot/one way or another

-I cant go for that/ you make my dreams

-I kissed a girl

-feed the world

-summer nights

-we found love

-gotta be starting something

-Im sexy and I know it

-stereo hearts (not technicaly but a lot of Faberry so I’m putting it in)

-fly/I believe I can fly

-heres to us

-its not right but its okay

-its all coming back to me now

-paradise by the dashboard light

-we are the champions

-tongue tied

-you get what you give

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Can I request a soft, fluffy Jeremy if you're up for it? Idc what it is, I am in the mood to uwu for him

As always, the fic took its own turn but I hope you like it. I gave Jeremy the happy ending he deserves!!!

Warnings: no one lol

Don’t like don’t read, don’t come crying into my askbox

“You know, my love?”, Jeremy started, his eyes fixed on the children playing on the lawn. A soccer ball was being kicked around, and the older girl showed her younger brother how to do a certain trick. He had to balance the ball on his foot for as long as possible. The boy couldn’t get the hang of it just yet, so the two went back to playing along, kicking the ball towards the small goal Jeremy had set up for them.

“Hm?”, she looked up from the paper she was reading. A gossip rag, but he bought it for her every weekend because the rags had the best sudokus and crosswords in them. Her love for crosswords came a few years ago, when she started to forget mundane things. And reading and doing the little riddles helped her brain stay in shape.

“When our little one was born, I was amazed. You were so strong, holding onto everything and everyone for hours with no end near. When we were finally able to hold her, all I wanted to do was cry and protect both of you until the end of times, and even longer.”

Faint memories of the birth came back to both of them. How he had prepared a bag with everything useful and necessary in advance, just to forget it at Stonehaven in the heat of the moment. The hours of labour, the days, weeks, months of recovery for her, how she cried as the baby sucked from her sore breasts with no milk coming out. How he googled every possible way to help his hurting wife, he contacted every doctor in a 100 mile radius, just to make sure the pain would lessen.

“I never expected me to become a father. And now we are grandparents.”

A small sob broke the two out of their memories, back into their reality. Their grandson was standing in front of them, the granddaughter behind them. He had fallen and scraped his knee open. Jeremy pulled the little boy into his lap while she got up to get a band aid. The one with the little trains on it, Jeremy called after her. The boy had started an obsession over trains a few months ago, and Jeremy had even bought him little pyjamas with trains on them for his 4th birthday.

“Grandpa, can I sit on your lap too?”, his granddaughter asked, to which Jeremy happily obeyed. There was always enough space for both of his lovelies, and even more if he had to. His heart had enough space for 100 grandchildren if he had to. The girl had just started school and every weekend at her grandparents’, she showed them a new skill. She had the same artistic side as Jeremy, having spent hours and hours painting with him while her parents needed time with her newborn brother. Grandmother had come back with the band aids, carefully getting rid of any dirt in the wound before pressing the band aid on, the boy barely making a fuzz.

“Grandma, when did grandpa and you meet?”, the girl asked after the boy had stopped sniffling, his nose a bit red and his eyes a bit glassy. Before she could answer, the boy headed over to grandma’s lap, cuddling against her chest and closing his eyes. Jeremy gave his wife a smile as he ran his hands over his granddaughter’s back - they swore they would never ever tell the real story of how they met. How a new werewolf nearly ripped her apart, how Jeremy nursed her back to health. How the scars from so many moons ago were still visible on her thighs and sides. Oh no, nobody knew this apart from the pack that was there on this fateful day. 

“Oh, grandpa and I met at a soccer play. He was cheering for the other team, but I could not take my eyes off him!”

“So was it love at first sight?”

The answer, a clear ‘yes’ came out of their mouths at the same time. So much time had passed. So much fighting, so much blood, so much death. But nothing was able to rip the two apart. No God and no government. His hair might be grey by now, her memory might be getting worse, but one part was still clear, after all these years. Jeremy loved her, and she loved Jeremy until they would both take their last breaths together. Forever and longer.