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Who I Am & Why I’m Here 💙
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙
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One of the funniest parts about the whole “Leo not giving Draxum any grace” idea is that Draxum is one of the ONLY notable older men in the show that Leo isn’t willing to give a proper second chance to OR really hear out in the first place.
No seriously it’s genuinely a Thing.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#rottmnt headcanons#the men I’m thinking of specifically are as follows#marcus moncrief? very quickly just went along with anything he said#then repeating this AGAIN later#(Leo also refers to him as a father figure before ever actually meeting him lol)#piel? Leo happily greets and immediately offers his (and Hueso’s) help to the ex pirate#this is largely due to Leo’s own brother problems but it’s still a part of this trend#hypno? Leo literally stops fighting him to watch his magic act lol plus he helps Warren save him#if we count other older men then the list grows to continue the following#Tim Dunkman? Leo notably does his best to do good in Tim’s eyes#apologizing earnestly to Tim even when it’s not his fault even#and this is another older man Leo refers to as a surrogate father#Leo also quickly falls for the evil hair Yokai Masseur’s lies despite the bad vibes he got#Leo also was the main one who went easy on Bullhop#and let’s not forget Señor Hueso and Leo’s strong attachment to him despite Hueso’s consistent insults and annoyance#like even WARREN gets Leo’s sympathy and assistance when they all helped him get Hypno back#you can even argue that Leo WAS willing to hear Draxum out when they first met#and Leo assumed Draxum was surrendering before the whole ‘BARON DRAXUM DOES NOT SURRENDER’ thing#hell he’s not even antagonistic really to Draxum he just doesn’t really like him#he’ll listen to his advice if necessary#anyway this being a fairly consistent character trait of Leo’s is funny to me#it’s always specifically older men too - Big Mama does NOT get anything but immediate suspicion#not all of them but most of the ones Leo has specific interactions with are like this#I’m just saying!!! Splinter I love you dearly but your boys have Issues™️#anyway each of the boys has something like this going on#Leo’s are just weirdly consistent and happen a lot for a two season show
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katsuki bakugo and the double standard
you, mina, and kyoko were talking in your bedroom before the two of you invited denki and eijiro over. you and the girls made matching bracelets together, incorporating each other's eye colors into them, with your first initial in the middle. as all of you laughed together and talked about drama, then a show that was creating a new season, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness.
the only one that was missing was your boyfriend, katsuki.
you sighed as you stared at the red beads, rolling one in between your fingers, reminding you of the color of his crimson eyes. you spaced out, mind focused on your boyfriend, and you didn’t even realize what the topic of the conversation shifted to until denki tapped your shoulder.
“hey, are you okay? i think you zoned out.”
mina smirked, “i know. she’s thinking of bakugo! you love him so much, don’t you?” she bumped your shoulder with hers and smiled at you with her eyes squinted.
you rolled your eyes and shyly smiled, averting your eyes. eijiro then brought up with a grin, “hey, you know how bakugo always seems so angry around us but not around you?” he stared at you, but you grinned, unaware of what was to happen, “we were thinking of testing that theory out. i’ll ask him if he can get me something from the record shop near campus, we’ll see how he reacts, then you can ask him to get you something from that cafe nearby!”
sounded good to you! maybe it would be funny to see his reaction change from eijiro’s request to yours.
you nodded, and the whole group cheered. the redhead then took out his phone and you all huddled around him, curious as to what was to happen. he called katsuki four times before the blonde finally picked up.
katsuki sighed, “what.” eijiro frowned with his eyes widened, and looked around at all of you. you tried to stifle your giggles at his reaction by covering your mouth.
eijiro asked, “hey man, do you mind getting me some stuff from the record shop nearby? i already ordered everything, you’d just need to pick it up—“
“no! get off your ass and get it yourself!” he yelled, causing his best friend to nearly drop the device in shock. katsuki then hung up.
all of the group was silent for a couple of seconds before you all burst into laughter. denki was tearing up and mina could hardly breathe even as she held onto her stomach for dear life.
about half an hour later, you decided to call katsuki, and he picked up within a few seconds. eijiro’s jaw dropped. he was astonished by how much he had to wait for a response, but how quickly his best friend answered you, his girl.
“hey,” katsuki greeted. he sounded not displeased nor pleased, so you were confused. little did you know, he paused everything just to lay on his bed and listen to your voice.
“hey kats! could you get me some sweets from the cafe i like? please?”
he paused, “fine. do you want the usual?” he tried to sound irritated but failed miserably.
you giggled and nodded, forgetting he couldn’t hear you. you replied, “yes, please, kats! thank you!”
he mumbled, “shut up,” and blushed. ruffling sounds were audible from his side of the call, and you could tell he was standing up from his bed to walk out of his dorm.
you exclaimed, “when you have all the sweets, come to my dorm! love you, blondie!”
he softly mumbled it back to the point where it was nearly inaudible, and you were the only one who could hear it. after half an hour passed, a knock was heard on your door, and the chatter stopped. you hurriedly rushed to open the door with a smile on your face.
the blonde carried a large bag with multiple containers of sweets, even some that you didn’t recognize. he bought you extras? god, he was all you could ever ask for. the perfect man.
“oh, yay! you’re the best, kats!” you propped your hands on his wide shoulders and kissed his cheek, earning a smile from him.
when you invited your boyfriend in and he saw the group you were hanging out with, denki gasped, “hey! why did you get her stuff but not—”
“shut up!” katsuki immediately retorted, not letting him finish.
he took your favorite cake out of the bag and handed it to you, along with a fork and a napkin. you squealed, jumped, and spun around in a circle. you pulled him down to sit with you on the ground, in the circle with your friends.
as you ate the cake, you scooted closer to your boyfriend. suddenly, you heard stifled, deep chuckles from someone next to you. you tilted your head at katsuki, whose eyes were finally squinted due to giving you a real smile.
he brought his finger up to your cheek and wiped something off your cheek, supposedly frosting.
kyoko quickly reacted, “never would’ve expected you to be the sap, bakugo.”
katsuki grumbled again and rolled his eyes, “shut up—“
“you’ve said that like, four times already.” eijiro replied, wanting to frustrate his best friend more.
katsuki continued to mutter curses under his breath, and the conversation continued without the both of you two. you smiled at his rather hard expression, then suddenly rubbed his bicep with your hand. his eyes turned towards yours, and as soon as they did, you were about to kiss his cheek, when he turned his head at the right time so you would finally kiss him on the lips.
you giggled. since when was katsuki so proud of being so flirty in public? you knew he didn’t care much for physical touch in front of others, so you were fairly confused. however, you weren’t complaining.
“aww, you just love your girl so much, don’t you?” eijiro ruined the moment.
“yeah, i do, so shut the hell up!”
not proofread, hope u guys like this one!
#yukioos#x reader#katsuki bakugo x y/n#katsuki bakugo fluff#katsuki bakugo imagine#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki x you#bakugo katuski#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki x y/n#katsuki bakugo mha#bakugo x reader#bakugo#mha bakugou#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#mha#mha x reader#mha fanfiction#mha bakugo katsuki#mha bakugo x reader#mha katsuki bakugo#my hero academia#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia x you
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Can I ask your thoughts on something art related? What is everyone's fuss with Vincent Van Gogh? I don't get what is so good about him and you sharing made me think to ask what I've always wondered about. I'm hoping this isn't an embarrassing or offensive thing to ask you. I do like some of his paintings, but I feel like I'm missing something that everyone else understands or appreciates and maybe I wasn't taught to recognize it.
It's interesting, isn't it? We have so many ideas and criticisms and conventions about what makes good art, and he seemed to break them all.
I think he understood loneliness. Maybe more than any artist before or since.
When you look at a painting like this—
—you can see it, I think.
There are no faces. No expressions. But it's a bright, cheerful day on a family farm. Everything is full of life and warmth. A father has thrown down his shovel to catch his child. It's love.
But his hands are what you notice first. Big, heavy hands. And they're empty. Maybe they will be filled. We don't know what will happen. We feel happiness only because of what we expect.
That's what all the fuss about Van Gogh is.
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Secret Sweethearts
Pairing: pierre gasly x leclerc!reader
summary: las vegas was a lot more exciting then people think
a/n: my first pierre piece! This was requested so I hope you guys like it!!
a/n2: I love Kika but she had to go 😭😭
a/n3: Vegas is the race that keeps on giving
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Bluesky
user1: no no no you’re on to something
user2: thank god someone else noticed this! I thought for sure after he and Kika split he’d have a couple more months of wild parties…
↳user3: same! Instead he had like a month of pr problems then it went all silent…
↳user2: I don’t know what I miss most — Kika’s Pierre or Party Pierre…
↳user3: hmmm I’m gonna go party pierre cause he lost his T-shirt consistently
↳user2: good point good point
user4: is this a safe place? Can I say something?
↳user5: nope!
↳user6: do it anyway!
↳user4: ummm fuck you both??
↳user6: what did I do!?
user7: user4 was your thought the fact that the after party of George’s race win and Max’s WDC win in Vegas was the last of Pierre’s wild days?
↳user4: it absolutely was
↳user8: ok grandmas. Let’s get you back to your beds
↳user9: no no no let them cook
user10: ok but let’s say user4 and user7 are right?? Bets on the reason why?
↳user11: I’m guessing that he got his socials taken away — can’t have too bad of an image…
↳user12: I mean it’s Vegas…I’m guessing he got married
↳user13: A VEGAS WEDDING?
↳user14: not who I thought would have a Vegas wedding…
↳user13: right?? I always had money on Lando or Charles…
↳user14: same!
↳user11: ok but we don’t know that’s the reason why he changed!
↳user13: let’s be real this makes more sense…
↳user12: it does! If he had his socials taken away for pr, we probably would have seen him on other drivers posts but it’s been a near complete blackout since Vegas!
Private Messages, the Gasly’s and their mothers
Private Messages, y/n and Pascale
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y/n_leclerc: Christmas time! Featuring the best ugly Christmas sweaters you’ve ever seen! Mine won — both the worst sweater and the itchiest!
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user15: ugly sweater or not, you’re still the prettiest!
user16: oh to be y/n leclerc…
maxverstappen1: so how many of those presents are yours?
↳y/n_leclerc: I don’t know what you mean…
↳charles_leclerc: I don’t like your tone…
↳arthur_leclerc: nearly all of them…
↳charles_leclerc: arthur!
↳y/n_leclerc: 🥺
↳arthur_leclerc: as it should be! liked by charles_leclerc, lorenzotl, pascale.leclerc, pierregasly
pierregasly: Joyeux Noel!
↳y/n_leclerc: Merci Pierre!
carlossainz55: Feliz Navidad!
↳y/n_leclerc: Merci!
oscarpiastri: Merry Christmas
↳y/n_leclerc: thank you nephew!
↳oscarpiastri: I am 3 years older than you…
↳y/n_leclerc: and yet…
Private Messages, Pascale and y/n
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y/n_leclerc: just some quiet days spent with you, my love 🩷
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charles_leclerc: What is this?
charles_leclerc: Who is this?
charles_leclerc: What is happening?
charles_leclerc: Answer your phone y/n!
↳user17: oh you know it’s a serious thing when he comments multiple times AND uses correct punctuation and capitalization…
user18: is this y/n leclerc…soft launching…a boyfriend??
↳charles_leclerc: Non!
↳arthur_leclerc: she hasn’t introduced him to us yet so he doesn’t exist and isn’t dating our baby sister!
↳user18: that is absolutely not how it works btw
↳charles_leclerc: yes it is
↳charles_leclerc: Also y/n_leclerc answer your phone!
user19: ok I know what everyone is gonna think but if I may…
↳user20: no. I refuse to believe you again!
↳charles_leclerc: What?
↳user20: don’t listen to her she’s a conspiracy theorist
↳user19: who has frequently been right!
↳charles_leclerc: What do you know?
↳user19: know? Nothing actually liked by y/n_leclerc
arthur_leclerc: Belle petit sœur, qui est cet homme et pourquoi vous impose-t-il les mains? Beautiful little sister, who is that man and why is he laying hands on you?
↳y/n_leclerc: ☺️☺️
↳arthur_leclerc: THATS NOT GONNA WORK THIS TIME!! WHO IS HE??
↳y/n_leclerc: 🥺🥺 why are you yelling at me?
↳charles_leclerc: Arthur stop yelling at y/n! And y/n, ma belle petit sœur, please answer me — who is that man?
pierregasly: little Leclerc has a man now?
↳charles_leclerc: No!
↳y/n_leclerc: yes 🥰🥰
↳pierregasly: he treat you well?
↳charles_leclerc: He doesn’t exist!
↳y/n_leclerc: Pierre, he does…
↳charles_leclerc: …Not! Exist!
user21: I did not have baby Leclerc giving her brothers heart attacks on my bingo card for this year?
↳user22: right? I thought it was going to be the car…
↳user21: oh big same
oscarpiastri: congratulations y/n!
↳charles_leclerc: NON!
↳y/n_leclerc: thanks nephew
↳charles_leclerc: Answer you’re phone please y/n!
user23: ok but does the pink heart mean anything?
↳user24: it absolutely has too… she’s a Ferrari girl to her core, it’s been red her entire life. To switch now?
Bluesky
user25: I’d say you’re crazy and to tell me more!
↳user26: well we know that the Las Vegas GP after party was Pierre’s last public party
↳user27: he has been suspiciously quiet lately
↳user26: right?
user28: wait was y/n in Vegas? I didn’t think she traveled too much for the races?
↳user29: she was! Charles mentioned it during one of the interviews — she just turned 21 and wanted to celebrate in Vegas
↳user30: ok that’s so girlboss slay of her?
↳user29: I guess?? I’m too old to know what those words mean
user31: so we know that Pierre and y/n were in the same city (known for its drunk marriages), Pierre dnfed pretty early on in the race…
↳user32: what are we thinking? That she slipped away from Ferrari to alpine?
↳user31: I mean I would? Better to hang out with someone I know to finish watching the race…
user33: I think it was Alex or Lando? Who posted that there was going to be a big after party — to celebrate both George’s race win and Max’s WDC win
↳user34: it was Alex! And he was also the one that had photos of Pierre cuddling up with some girl
↳user35: Charles posted a picture of the view from his hotel room very early in the night — everyone kinda took it to mean he left the party early cause he was mad at the race
user36: so we have them in the same location, more than likely at the same party, almost certainly with Charles leaving early…
↳user37: in a city known for drunken decisions?
secretly/n: wow you guys are through
user38: ok but what’s the evidence after Vegas? Like divorce exists…
↳user39: vibes mostly…
↳user40: and the pink heart!
↳user38: vibes and a pink heart??
↳user39: the pink heart! She’s always used a red heart (Ferrari forever!!) but when she finally soft launches a man it’s with a pink heart?? Pink like alpine??
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f1gossip: with the increased interest in Pierre’s newly quiet public life and the subject of y/n’s soft launch, here comes another twist! Recent pictures from Pierre’s social show the newest Gasly, Simba — while y/n’s latest story has an identical pup getting cozy with her! Could this be the confirmation we’ve all been waiting for?
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user41: awwwweeee 🥹🥹🥹 shared custody
↳user42: ok but Pierre got simba right after Vegas right?
↳user41: …oh my god you’re right!! They got a dog together!!!
↳user42: they got a dog together 🤗🤗
user43: I’m going to laugh when it’s revealed that they aren’t together…
↳user44: I’m gonna laugh when you release you’re wrong!
user49: ok but simba and the helmets is so adorable ☺️
↳user50: yes!
user51: I don’t know who I’m more jealous of…Pierre, y/n, or simba…
↳user52: it’s a big choice…
secretly/n: damn you guys are fast to put the pieces together…
pierregasly has posted a story, y/n_leclerc has posted a story
[dinner date][my valentine 🩷]
user54 replied proof of relationship!
user55 replied exactly what we’ve been waiting for!
user56 replied are you with y/n right now??
y/n_leclerc replied looking good…and the pizza looks delicious too
↳pierregasly 😆
↳pierregasly right back at you, jolie fille
↳y/n_leclerc 😘💋🩷🩷
charles_leclerc replied ohh? A new love?
↳pierregasly something like that yes…
↳charles_leclerc and you haven’t said a word *smh*
↳pierregasly not yet
user57 replied IS THAT PIERRE
user58 replied omg its happening!!
user59 replied YOURE MATCHING WITH PIERRE YES!!
charles_leclerc replied what’s happening right now? Are you at Pierre’s??
↳y/n_leclerc oh my god leave me alone!
↳y/n_leclerc I’m with my MAN
↳charles_leclerc who doesn’t exist!!
↳y/n_leclerc that’s what you think!
Private Messages, Charles and y/n
Private Messages, Pierre and y/n
y/n_leclerc
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y/n_leclerc: got to go to this cool event, met some weird people, and crashed a redbull family reunion
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user60: oh god that is pretty much the redbull family isn’t it??
↳user61: so much trauma all in one photo…
pierregasly: weird people??
↳y/n_leclerc: yes! where did all your hair go???
↳user62: she’s speaking for all of us!
oscarpiastri: I see how it is…you spend a couple of hours with your aunt and she doesn’t even acknowledge you…
↳y/n_leclerc: I’m so sorry dearest nephew. How ever could you forgive me?
↳oscarpiastri: I could do with some dog cuddles?
↳y/n_leclerc: sure!
↳charles_leclerc: stop giving away leo!
↳y/n_leclerc: leo?
↳y/n_leclerc: no! I’ll not be doing that
↳user62: she forgot about her nephew Leo and was offering time with simba… liked by secretly/n
alex_albon: A redbull family photo and yet Charles is right in the middle…
↳y/n_leclerc: come on we all know he and max are attached at the hip
↳alex_albon: true true
↳maxverstappen1: what are you talking about?
↳y/n_leclerc: don’t worry about it Yapstappen liked by alex_albon, charles_leclerc
user63: ok girl we see you posting the brother and the boyfriend
↳charles_leclerc: Wait what?? What are you talking about? Who???
↳y/n_leclerc: apparently no one because “he doesn’t exist”
↳charles_leclerc: good you’re learning
↳y/n_leclerc: how do I dislike a post
user64: ok but did anyone else catch the looks those 2 were sharing??
↳user65: no! They were legit gazing into each others eyes the entire night
↳user66: are we talking y/n and her man or Charles and his?
↳user65: yes
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y/n_leclerc: posting my man while Charles is still busy
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user67: A HARD LAUNCH?? IN THE MIDDLE OF MY DAY??
user68: good lord what is happening right??
pierregasly: Je t'aime aussi, belle fille. I love you too, beautiful girl
↳y/n_leclerc: Vous êtes de loin la meilleure décision que j'aie jamais prise. You are by far the best decision I ever made
maxverstappen1: he’s gonna go ballistic
↳y/n_leclerc: haha yeah
↳maxverstappen1: you’re a chaotic little thing aren’t you…
↳y/n_leclerc: 🤣🤣
oscarpiastri: Hello. What is this?
↳y/n_leclerc: I believe the youths call it a hard launch?
↳user69: girl you are one of the youths
charles_leclerc: WHAT KS THIS?!?
charles_leclerc: ABSOLUTELY NOT
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f1gossip: Charles before he saw his sisters post and Charles after her saw his sister post during pre-season testing here in Bahrain
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user70: you could see the rage grow on his face…
↳user71: oh man could you…I could feel it from here and I’m not even in the same hemisphere
user72: he went through all 5 stages of grief, invented a view new ones, then settled on pure rage
user73: I’m so glad Pierre wasn’t on the track at the same time as Charles…
↳user74: right?
↳user75: I’m sure Pierre is feeling the same
Private Messages, the Leclerc Siblings
Private Messages, Pierre and Charles
f1gossip
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f1gossip: things got heated today during the Australian press conference where Pierre defended his WIFE??
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user76: I’m so…WHAT
↳user77: speaking for all of us right now…
user78: that interviewer was out of line
↳user79: he’s so lucky that Charles wasn’t there…
↳user80: ok but did you see Max and Oscar? Cause they looked like they wanted to hunt him for sport too
user81: that type of language has no use in today’s questions
↳user82: I’m with the drivers — how fucking dare that sexist piece of shit ask Pierre those questions???
↳user83: if anyone of them had kept at the man I wouldn’t have said anything
↳user84: he had it coming
user85: ok but are we all skipping over the fact THAT PIERRE AND Y/N GOT MARRIED???
↳y/n_gasly: that’s old news I’m afraid
↳user86: Wait? What? Why? When?
↳y/n_gasly: Marriage. Because I love him. Las Vegas!
↳user86: you changed your handle!
user87: this gonna go down in the history books — where were you when you found out that y/n is now a gasly…
↳charles_leclerc: SHES A WHAT NOW??
↳user87: you didn’t know yet?
↳charles_leclerc: KNOW WHAT??
↳user87: man I hate to burst your bubble…
↳charles_leclerc: 😤🤬
Private Messages, the Leclercs and the Gaslys
f1 posted a story, y/n_gasly posted a story
[All’s well now!][My husband and I 🩷]
user88 replied awww the in-laws getting along…
user89 replied my pookies
y/n_gasly replied I better not have to fight my brother for my husband now…
↳f1 we can make no promises…
user90 replied we love to see this!
charles_leclerc replied only temporarily…
pierregasly replied I love you, Lumière de ma vie
↳y/n_gasly I love you too, mon œuf
↳pierregasly 🙄🙄
charles_leclerc replied ABSOLUTELY NOT
arthur_leclerc replied TELL HIM TO GET HIS HANDS OFF YOU
lorenzotl replied how much are they yelling at you?
↳y/n_gasly ehhh I’m mostly ignoring my phone right now 😂😂
↳y/n_gasly they’ll get over it…eventually
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skz + cucking
You read the title. Synopsis: Based off of a request asking who SKZ would most want to be cucked by and why.
Genre: Smut Pairing: OT8 x Afab!Reader Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) Notes: None ~
Chan: Minho. Honestly, I think he would be totally fine being cucked by any of the boys; But if it were up to him, and the one that would rile him up the most, is Minho. He's just a little bit younger, and he's the 'uptight, stoic, older brother but somehow mom' of the group - And Chan just thinks Minho deserves a little break and to be able to relax for a while instead of looking out for the Youngers of the group. So, naturally, Chan tells you to ride Minho until he's pink in the ears and near to tears.
Minho: Jeongin. Guy gets off on seeing you with the youngest. He partially likes watching you two get it on because he likes seeing the way Jeongin fumbles with you and is a little surprised that you're so bratty and pushing his patience to see what riles him up and gets him rough. Jeongin expected you to be more submissive, given he figured Minho was the more dominant person in the relationship. Little did he know; This was just what happened when you had two tops who bit at each other and pushed the limits. Jeongin just had to figure out how to handle you.
Changbin: Seungmin. He loves seeing you with Seungmin; Either using his favorite younger to get yourself off, or letting the vocalist take out some of his frustrations on you. Seungmin didn't have a partner of his own so he always came to Changbin if he was needing to blow off some steam, asking if he could borrow you for the night - And Changbin always agreed on the condition that he could be in the room. Seungmin never minded, he actually kind of liked having his favorite Hyung watching. Even if it felt a little dirty using his sweetheart like this...
Hyunjin: Chan. Chan, all the way - but not for the reasons you may be thinking. Hyunjin wants you with Chan and Chan only because he trusts the eldest with everything he has. He trusts Chan to take care of you the way you deserve, to be as romantic as him and to be careful with you when something happens that might be a little more rough. He wants you in good hands and he trusts Chan to be delicate with you. (I'm sure you were hoping I'd say you get devoured and fucked hard the by Red Lights duo and you do, but only when they both need to let off some steam. Otherwise it's usually more romantic and soft.)
Jisung: Hyunjin. Jisung is antsy when it comes to sex; He's touchy, fumbling, rushing ahead of himself and always trying to get the most he can out of the time he has with you - so Hyunjin being with you is perfect because he is the complete opposite. Hyunjin's a romantic and is setting the room up with candles and rose petals, taking you by the hand and kissing you so sweetly while Jisung sits helpless in the corner. Jisung loves watching it all, sitting out and just observing, but because he's so antsy you do have to tie his hands to the armrests of the chair so he can't get up and try to join.
Felix: Changbin. Felix is NOT going to pass up the chance to see you with his favorite Hyung. He isn't super huge on being sucked in general but if it's Changbin, he'll let anything slide. And seeing Changbin being able to manhandle you so easily (not that Felix can't, he just can't toss you and lift you all that easily because of his back) makes Felix determined to work out more often. His favorite part to see is when Changbin literally folds you in half to fuck you easier. He's always learning new positions and techniques from his Hyung. <3
Seungmin: Jisung. Seungmin doesn't trust many of the guys with you because some of them can be so rough in the bedroom and he knows that because he swears he's heard all of them fucking at least once through the years of living together and swapping roommates. He likes listening sometimes, but watching one of his group members with you is so much more exhilarating. And of course he's picking Jisung to ask if he wants to join because he knows the answer will be yes and because he trusts Jisung to not rip you in half in bed. He also finds it a bit amusing how quickly Jisung moves with you, grabbing at your body to try and feel over every inch before his time with you is up.
Jeongin: Felix. His favorite Hyung is always welcome to join the two of you in the bedroom, but Jeongin knows well that he himself isn't interested in a threesome. Not with another guy, at least. So when Felix asks to join in some nights, Jeongin is always happy to say yes and invite him over to the apartment; And Jeongin is never upset about not being able to have sex with you because he's just as happy watching his favorite member taking care of you. Though he always ends up being a bit surprised by how feral Felix can get when it comes to you.
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Hiii! If it's okay can I request reader pranking LADS men with 'lets breakup' just to see their reaction? ;D
Break Up Prank - The Love And DeepSpace Men
pairings in order: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader, caleb x reader genre/tags: angsty w/ comfort-ish at the end a/n: hihi anonnie ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i ened up writing this more angsty mainly bc i just think they would be devasted if you ever wanted to leave them .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. anyways i hope this was alright and that you enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier:
“This bread should go well with the chocolate milk. Would you like to try?” He asks, offering it to you with a soft smile.
You take a deep breath, keeping your voice as steady as possible. “I think we should break up.” The moment the words leave your mouth, you regret it instantly. You watched his eyes widen and his entire body freeze. His hands, still holding the bread midair, slowly lowers.
“what?” He says weakly, trying to process what’s happening. “I..I don't get it.” His smile slowly disappears, a frown replacing it instead. His eyes search yours desperately to find any clue, any hints to find an answer. “Did I do something wrong?” He stammered, his gaze shifting downward as his heart sank all the way down to his body.
You don’t think you can go further with this prank any longer, feeling immediately guilty. “I was just kidding! It’s a prank, Xavier,” You say, trying to lighten the mood but yet the tension in the air still remains.
He doesn’t move, his eyes are uncertain, flicking between you and his plate. “Are you sure?” His voice was quiet, trying to convince himself it was a joke but a part of him still thought otherwise. “If there is something wrong, if there’s anything I can do-” He trails off but before he can say anything more, you rush to his side, your arms wrapping around him tightly.
“I'm so sorry, Xavier. I shouldn't have done that. Tara and I saw it online, and I thought it would be funny. I promise I love you, and I would never want to leave you.” For a while, he doesn’t respond, but slowly, he pulls you closer, burying his face into your neck. His breath is a little shaky, but you feel his shoulders relax just a little.
“I didn't want to lose you,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin. His hair tickles your neck and you can feel the soft sigh of relief as the tension leaves his body.
“Do you still want to eat your snacks?” you pull away slightly, cupping his face but he shakes his head. His arms tighten around you as he buries himself back into your neck.
“Let's just stay like this for a while,” He murmurs, his voice still slightly shaky. His appetite has vanished entirely, replaced by a need for comfort and that you’re both going to be okay. He should’ve never given bread another chance.
Zayne:
“You shouldn’t sit like that. It can lead to lower back discomfort." Zayne says softly, his hands carefully help you adjust your position as he places a pillow behind your head.
“I don't think this is working out. I think we should end this.” You kept your tone flat, not a hint of a smile or a crack of a laugh to give away the joke. The air around you both goes still, and Zayne stops mid-sentence on his lecture for your posture and health. His throat goes dry while his eyes narrow as if trying to process what you’ve said.
There was an awkward silence between you both until he cleared his throat, adjusting his tie as if it were the only thing he could focus on to keep himself together. “May I ask where this is coming from, my love?” His nickname for you came into a hushed whisper, unsure if he could even use that name at this moment.
“Can we please talk it out? If it’s my nagging that’s become too much, then I’ll stop..my only intention is to look after you.” He’s trying to keep his composure, but you can hear the hurt in his words. “If there's anything else I've done or said, anything I can fix together with you.. I promise-”
You can feel the guilt creeping in each time he speaks. You couldn’t ignore how it affected you and how he was so serious and vulnerable. This prank has gone a little too far, and the laughter you held back was now gone. ”Zayne, wait! I'm so sorry it was just a prank!” You rushed, “I thought it would be funny..I saw this video online..”
Zayne's eyes flutter close as he sighs heavily. “Forgive me..I forgot I'm dating a comedian,” He mutters under his breath, a half smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shakes his head, a slow exhale escapes past his lips. “I'm glad everything’s alright. May I?” He steps closer to you, his arm outstretched into an embrace. But before you can say anything else, he playfully flicks your forehead.
“Hey!” You protest, but you can feel the soft chuckle rumble in his chest as you pull into his embrace. His breath tickles your skin, and you can’t help but smile, knowing how much loved you are.
“I only ask for you not to prank me like that again. I'm already growing enough white hairs because of you.”
Rafayel:
You instantly regretted ever finishing that sentence.
You watched the way the light in his eyes disappear. His heart seemed to crack, threatening to shatter into a million pieces as the pain washed over his face.
His nebula eyes looked at you in disbelief, unable to comprehend the words that just left your lips were true. The brush in his hand slipped from his fingers as his whole body went limp. His lips trembled, fighting back the flood of emotions threatening to break through.
“I-was it....do you really want that?” His voice shook, the words barely escaping past his lips. His chest tightened, hoping he didn’t hear the answer he dreads. “Was there something I’ve done, cutie?” His gaze drops, his lips pursing as he tries to recall something, anything, that would explain what he did wrong. “I can do better..we can work it out together, yeah? Tell me what’s wrong..” His eyes were pleading, desperate.
You could see the depth of his pain and the way he blamed himself, even though you knew that this was just a prank. It broke your heart, and you couldn’t keep going, the guilt was suffocating enough. “Raf, no! You did nothing wrong. It was just a prank!”
His mouth fell open in shock. “...what?” His voice was weak, a soft gasp escaping him as he dramatically collapsed back onto the couch. “Pranks are supposed to be funny! That wasn’t funny!” He groaned, relief flooding through him. “Dun ever do that to me again, hmph..” He mumbles, his hand still over his face as he tries to collect himself. “Hold me..”
He lets you pull him into your arms, his cheek pressing into your shoulder, the weight of his body finally relaxing as he feels you close. He let out a deep breath as if he were holding it in for too long. “I thought my heart stopped for a moment, cutie..” He murmurs, “Promise me we’ll work through everything?”
Sylus:
“Sweetie-” Sylus’s voice echoes at the front door. You were already in the living room, arms crossed, while you tried to keep your face unreadable.
“We should break up.” You say flatly.
He flinched at the sudden words. The small box he had wanted to surprise you with was clutched tightly as he tried to process your words. His face was in disbelief. His eyes searched for yours, trying to find some sign of a joke. But your expression was cold and unreadable. He set the box down on the table, his movements felt too slow.
“Is there a particular reason you feel this way?” His voice was barely a whisper. You didn’t answer right, the silence in the air was heavy, suffocating even. He took a step forward towards you, hesitant. “Is there any way I can fix this?” The hurt in his eyes was palpable as he slowly reached for you, cupping your face gently. His thumb brushed over your cheek, searching for any sign that could give him an answer.
But you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You felt the weight of his touch, the weight of his words, and the devastation in his eyes. “Sylus..I’m sorry, it was just a prank..”
His breath hitched, his thumb stopping as he froze. His eyes closed as he inhaled sharply as he’d been hit by a wave of relief. “What will I do with you..” He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before his eyes fluttered open slowly, amusement flicking across his face. “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” He asked, raising a brow.
You shook your head quickly, guilt flooding you. “No Sylus. You’re perfect. I’m sorry.. It was funnier in my head. I shouldn’t have done that.”
He sighs, shaking his head. “You had me worried there for a second, sweetie,” Sylus speaks quietly. His fingers graze your hair as he pulls you into an embrace. His lips press softly to the top of your head, and the fear of losing you again still lingers in him.
Caleb:
“Hey pipsqueak, what’re you in the mood for? I’m thinking maybee something savory, or how about something spicy?” He glanced over at you. His warm smile was infectious, as always, but you tried to stay strong. His expression faltered when he saw the look on your face.
“I don’t think this is working out anymore. Let's break up.”
Each word stung, his smile immediately disappearing. He blinked, his mind racing to process what you had just said, the grip on the wooden spoon tightened without him realizing it. Maybe he didn’t hear you right, yeah definitely.
“Sorry..maybe you want something sweet? Or if you’re tired of my cooking, how about takeout?” He tilts his head, refusing to believe it.
“No, Caleb. Let's break up.” The words felt sharper this time, slicing his heart into a million little pieces that no one could ever pick up. You could see it in his eyes, his entire world was crumbling. Every muscle in his body tensed as his breath caught in his throat. His face faltered for a second, his brow furrowing deeply as he set the spoon down with trembling hands.
“Pip-Y/n..where is this coming from?” His voice is quiet now as he takes a step closer. His purple eyes were a mix of confusion and hurt, his hands remained stiff by his sides, almost as if they didn’t know what to do. “Hey..what’s going on? Talk to me, please..” His voice cracked at the end, desperate.
Even though there was only a few inches of distance between you, it felt like the distance was growing further and further. “I can fix it..please..just tell me what to do..anything..” His chest tightened as his mind spun in a thousand different directions. What did he do? What went wrong?
You could see the pain written across his face, a mixture of panic, disbelief, and heartache that made yours ache. Without thinking, you reached out to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Caleb’s body was stiff at first as if he didn’t know how to respond, but once he felt your arms tighten, he exhaled slowly.
“I’m sorry, Caleb..I shouldn’t have said that. It was just a stupid prank,” you whispered. However, the words didn’t sink in right away. His body remained frozen, still processing everything.
He pulled back slightly, his hands shaking as he cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek like he was trying to make sure you were real. “Really? You’re not leaving?”
You nodded, “I’m not. I love you, and I won’t ever leave you.”
He exhaled sharply, his body finally relaxing against you as the tension in his body began to unwind. “You almost got me there, pipsqueak...” He let out a weak laugh, his voice still shaky as he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “Maybe you should stick to cilantro-flavored toothpaste pranks next time..”
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ʚɞ thank you to my beta readers for helping me with this ! @ilovemitsuya and @pomegranatepip MWAH ₊˚⊹ᰔ
ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! Love And DeepSpace Masterlist , Pg.2
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WHITE DAY ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱
celebrating white day with the man who’ll do anything for you <3
cw: gen. neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, moze is a bit weird, sliiiight possessiveness, astral express sunday, kissing, lmk if i missed anything :)
boothill, aventurine, jing yuan, mydei, anaxa, sunday, moze, and phainon ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ
boothill ᯓᡣ𐭩
you giggled as boothill led you through the empty, infamous clock studios theme park. "this can't be allowed," you whisper-shouted at him, who had a ginormous grin.
boothill, however, only flashed you that devil-may-care grin of his, tipping his hat back as he casually strolled forward, seemingly not bothered by the rules—or the late hour. “aw, darlin',” he drawled, looking over his shoulder at you, “ain’t no harm in a lil’ late-night stroll. the park’s still runnin’. they got their folks takin' care of the rides, but they ain't watchin' every corner.”
you shot him a disbelieving look, glancing around at the still-bustling park—there were still families and groups laughing, enjoying the remaining hours. but with how boothill had his hand around yours, there was no turning back.
“boothill, there’s security everywhere. we’re gonna get caught.”
“nah,” he said, a wink thrown your way as he led you further into the park. “what makes you think they can catch us? you just gotta know where to go and when to disappear.”
“and you know where to go?” you said, trying to sound incredulous, but you couldn’t hide the excitement rising in your chest.
“oh, darlin’, i’ve been around these parts enough to know where the real fun happens after hours. all the good stuff happens behind the scenes,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. “we’re just gonna skip the line and see the real show.”
it was a known fact boothill was a wanted man; ipc and other factions wanted his head.
you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re absolutely insane. this is—”
“fun?” he finished for you, smirking as he pulled you toward one of the smaller, quieter corners of the park, away from the main attractions. “that’s exactly what it is. don’t let the suits and tie-wearin’ folks fool you, sugar. there’s always something hidden behind the curtain.”
you followed as he led you down a narrow, slightly hidden path between the many gift shops and food stands. there were fewer people here, and the sounds of the park seemed a little more distant. a quiet buzz lingered in the air, one that made your heart race with anticipation.
“what are you planning?” you asked, your voice low now, the playful tone taking on a hint of curiosity.
“i’ve got some connections ‘round here. places they don’t show the public. places you might not expect.” boothill's grin was unrelenting, his eyes scanning the area, like he was constantly on the lookout, always one step ahead.
you furrowed your brow. “so we’re sneaking into some secret area where nobody goes?”
“exactly,” he said, his voice dropping to a quieter, more dangerous tone. “and you’re gonna love it. it’s the part of clock studios they never show—the real behind-the-scenes stuff. think of it as a treasure hunt, sugar.”
you swallowed hard, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline you got whenever boothill pulled you into one of his schemes. “and what’s the treasure?”
boothill sent you a smile, one that was more gentle than the previous ones. "you just gotta see for yourself. just a lil' somethin' to show you how much i enjoy spendin' time with ya.”
you raised an eyebrow. "oh really? and what makes you think i want a date in the middle of clock studios at this hour?"
boothill grinned wider, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "because i know ya, darlin'. you got a wild streak in ya. and i can tell you like a bit of adventure—so i figured we'd skip all the usual fancy stuff and give ya a night you'll never forget."
you snorted softly at his confidence. “well, i’m curious, i’ll give you that.”
he didn’t answer right away. instead, he led you down the winding path, eventually reaching a large, circular room lit by soft lanterns hanging from the ceiling. as the door closed behind you with a soft click, you took in the scene before you.
there, in the middle of the room, was a cozy little table set for two. delicate white candles flickered on the table, their soft glow casting dancing shadows across the walls. the table was covered with a cloth, and on it, there were plates of food, wine glasses, and a single rose in the center.
your breath caught in your throat. “boothill... is this...?”
“yep,” he interrupted, chuckling. “a lil' somethin’ special just for you. dinner in the heart of clock studios.” he motioned for you to sit down. “now, don’t be shy. i reckon you’ll like it here. no crowds, no distractions, just you, me, and some damn fine food.”
you shook your head, still trying to wrap your mind around the situation. “this is... unbelievable. you really planned all this, didn’t you?”
“sure did,” he said, pulling out the chair for you like a gentleman. his usual rough demeanor was softened by the genuine care in his eyes.
you squeezed his hand, your heart beating a little faster as you looked into his eyes. "this... this is perfect, boothill. thank you."
“anything for you, sugar,” he replied, his smile softening as he poured the wine. “anything for you.”
aventurine ᯓᡣ𐭩
"w-what the—"
when you woke up, you were met with an eerie sight. two beady eyes stared back at you from the foot of your bed, gleaming in the dim light. your breath caught in your throat as you turned to the side, only to be greeted by another pair of eyes—this time from the nightstand.
you froze, unsure whether you were still caught in a strange dream or not.
then, hurried footsteps approached, the blinds were thrown open, and bright daylight poured into the room, revealing the full scope of the situation.
the room was filled with them—hundreds of teddy bears. stuffed animals of all sizes, arranged in perfect rows, surrounding your bed. their stitched eyes all seemed to glisten with an unsettling lifelike quality, staring at you from every angle.
“a-am i still dreaming?” you whispered, unsure whether you could still trust your senses.
you shut your eyes tightly, squeezing them shut in a vain attempt to block out the madness. but when you opened them again, the bears were still there, their beady eyes gleaming.
before you could say anything else, a voice that was too calm for the situation echoed through the room.
"not exactly the reaction i was going for. how unfortunate."
you snapped your head toward the window, finding the source of the voice: your lover, aventurine. he stood there, leaning against the window frame with his arms crossed, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he observed your shock.
you exhaled a breath of relief—at least he wasn’t part of the teddy bear invasion. his gaze, filled with gentle amusement, was the only familiar thing in the room that grounded you in reality.
“aventurine...” you trailed off, still trying to process what was happening.
“yes, yes, i know.” he straightened up, stepping into the room, his voice smooth as always. “you were probably expecting something a bit more romantic, were you not? perhaps a flower delivery or a candlelit dinner?” he gave a dramatic sigh. “but no, instead, you get this."
his arms gestured around the room, and you couldn’t help but blink at the absurdity of it all.
“what... what is all this?” you asked, your voice wavering with confusion.
"well, my dear, some would see it as a heartwarming gift from their lover. but, i bet you see it as more of a... heart attack."
"i wanted to do something memorable." he looked down at the stuffed animals thoughtfully before letting out a soft laugh. “i suppose, after all the chaos, the gesture doesn’t quite come across as I intended.”
you took in the various different bears, realizing how cute most of them were. you smiled softly, knowing he had good intentions. "it's cute, that one has the same glasses as you." you pointed to one perched on a high shelf.
"ah, not the same glasses, i'm sure those didn't even cost half as much as mine," he flaunted confidently, "but yes, quite similar."
you rolled your eyes affectionately but couldn't hide the smile on your face as you looked at him. “you’re unbelievable.”
“ah, but you love me for it, don’t you?” he teased, his voice warm as he leaned in closer.
you couldn't help but laugh softly, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. "i do, more than you'll ever know."
his expression softened, and for a moment, the ridiculousness of the situation melted away, leaving just the two of you—surrounded by stuffed animals, but wrapped in a moment of shared warmth.
"well, then," aventurine said, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his hand lingering on your cheek. "i’d say this surprise was a success after all."
"for you, maybe." you smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "but next time, let’s go for something less... beady."
he laughed, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your forehead. "i’ll take that into consideration, love."
jing yuan ᯓᡣ𐭩
it was normal for you to wake up before jing yuan. often, the man would cling to you and mutter 'five more minutes' before falling back asleep for another hour, giving you enough time to get ready and out the door before he wakes. his warmth was always a comfort, his breath soft and steady against your skin. you could feel his arms tighten around you in his sleepy, possessive way, a silent plea for you to stay in bed with him.
this morning, however, something felt a bit different. his usual murmurs didn’t come, and when you turned your head to look at him, you noticed that jing yuan was already awake, his amber eyes watching you intently.
“you’re up early,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.
he gave you that half-smile of his, the one that always made your heart flutter. "couldn't sleep," he said, his tone low and a little too smooth.
"really? that's kinda hard to believe," you said jokingly as his hand found comfort at the top of your head, stroking you gently.
“you know i always get up first,” you said softly, glancing at the clock.
“yes,” he replied with a lazy grin, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something that made your chest tighten. “but i was enjoying the rare moment when you’re still here with me."
you smiled, though a part of you couldn’t help but notice how tightly he was holding onto the bed sheet, how his hands lingered on you just a little longer than usual.
"how about we get up together?" you suggested, teasing him with a gentle nudge.
he sighed dramatically, but then his hands pulled you back toward him, his body pressing against yours with a sense of finality. "i don't want to," he murmured, his voice almost childlike. "you're all i need right here."
his words sent a flutter through your heart, and you couldn’t help but melt into his embrace.
"do you wish to help me tend to my garden today?" he said gently, continuing to caress you. he was on the brink of falling back asleep.
you hummed softly, feeling the warmth of his touch, the tender way his fingers ran over your skin. the thought of spending the day with him, surrounded by the scent of fresh flowers and the quiet peace of the garden, sounded perfect.
"i would love to," you replied quietly, your eyes closing as you leaned further into him, letting yourself feel his presence. "but only if you promise not to drag me out there too late."
jing yuan chuckled, the sound low and soothing. "i’ll make sure we take it slow, just like now. no rushing." his hand slid to your back, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "we’ll spend the whole day there if you want. just the two of us."
you smiled, a sense of calm settling over you at his words. it was always the simple moments with him that made you feel the most at ease, and the thought of being by his side while surrounded by the beauty of nature felt almost too perfect to be real.
"you make it sound so perfect," you murmured, resting your cheek against his chest. "i think i could get used to this."
"good," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "because i’m not letting you go anywhere today." he tightened his hold on you, but it wasn’t suffocating—it was comforting, a reassurance that you were his, and he was yours.
"i’m not going anywhere," you whispered back, feeling your heart beat in sync with his. "not when you make staying so easy."
he gave a content sigh, his lips pressing gently to your head. "i promise [name], you'll forever live easy with me by your side."
moze ᯓᡣ𐭩
moze dragged you into another dark alleyway, hand over your mouth. he brought his lips close to your ear, "i walked by them thirty-eight days ago around this time." he whispered gently as he glared at the couple the two of you were watching.
"this is my third time following them since, and not once has the man noticed," he tsked in disapproval.
you bit his hand gently, causing him to let go of the hold he had on your mouth. "so... why drag me into this?"
"do you not find joy in following around such ignorant people?"
you thought about his question for a second, truly thinking it over. well, it would probably be entertaining.
you decided to let him have his fun for the day. besides, this was practically a date.
"a filthy man like him does not have what it takes to be in a relationship." he continued to mutter more to himself, a dark shadow casting over his face.
you glanced at him, feeling a shiver of both unease and excitement crawl up your spine. there was something magnetic about moze, his dark intensity and sharp observations always keeping you on edge, but also pulling you in. you couldn't deny the thrill of being part of whatever strange little world he inhabited.
"you really hate him, don't you?" you asked, your voice low, trying to keep your amusement from showing too much.
moze didn't respond right away, his eyes never leaving the couple as they walked past the alley. he seemed to be weighing his words carefully. finally, he let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh. "it’s not hate," he said slowly. "it’s... disappointment."
you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "disappointment?"
"yes," he muttered. "people like him don't understand the weight of commitment. they wear their affection like a mask, pretending to care, when they don't even know what it means to truly invest in another person." his voice dropped to a near growl. "they’re fools. dirty fools.”
you tilted your head, studying his profile. there was a certain calm, almost cold certainty in his words, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him in a way that made your heart race.
"and what about you, moze?" you asked, your voice teasing. "do you know what it means to truly invest in someone?"
he turned his gaze to you, his eyes sharp and calculating. for a moment, he didn’t speak, just studying you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.
"i followed you for over a month before our first interaction. during that time, i learned all your favorite foods, hobbies, and even your favorite book."
he ended your question at that.
"you... actually, i'm not that surprised."
moze didn’t smile. his expression remained unreadable, though there was a quiet satisfaction in his eyes as he watched your reaction.
"i told you," he continued, his voice low and steady, "i invest in the details. when something interests me, i pay attention." he stepped a little closer, his presence filling the space between you. "and you, [name], have intrigued me from the moment i laid eyes on you."
"oddly enough, you're such a romantic in your own, moze way."
he hummed in approval, gently taking your hand in his. "if you prefer, we could find a different activity. i simply wanted to spend time with you on an excursion that wasn't dangerous."
"we could go for a walk," he continued, his tone thoughtful. "a peaceful one. no hiding, no stalking, just... time spent together." his words held an edge of something deeper, as if the suggestion itself was a rare offering from him.
you were taken aback. moze, the man who had watched you from the shadows, who seemed to find thrill in the darker aspects of life, was now offering something simple, almost mundane. it was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you wonder what else lay hidden beneath his carefully crafted exterior.
you hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "alright," you said, voice soft but steady. "let’s see how that goes."
moze gave a small, approving smile, the flicker of warmth in his eyes making you feel like you were the only person in the world. "good," he said, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "then let’s enjoy the day."
mydei ᯓᡣ𐭩
"this one's really good," you said as mydei fed another home made pastry to you. he hummed, deep in thought as he took mental note of all the flavors you seemed to like thus far.
"figured you would like the freshness of the strawberry and sweetness of the chocolate." he held another chocolate covered strawberry up to your mouth, which you ate without hesitation.
you smiled at him, feeling the sweetness linger on your tongue. "you know me too well," you said with a playful grin, leaning back slightly as you rested against the plush cushions. "but seriously, these are amazing. when did you even have time to make all of this?"
mydei chuckled softly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "i make time for things that matter," he replied, his voice low and warm. he was always like this—calm, thoughtful, and careful with you. "besides, watching you enjoy it is worth every second."
you raised an eyebrow, your heart fluttering a bit. "you're so sweet," you said, though you weren't sure if you meant the pastry or him.
"i try," he said with a teasing smirk before reaching for another treat, "but if i'm honest, i think you’re the one who's sweet. i just… enhance it."
his words made a gentle warmth spread through you, and you found yourself leaning closer to him, almost instinctively. "enhance it?" you repeated with a small laugh. "that’s one way to put it."
"well, i’m not one to leave things half done." he smiled, his gaze flickering to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes. "and you, my [name], deserve more than half of anything."
"you're spoiling me," you said with a soft laugh, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. "but i don’t mind."
mydei’s eyes softened, a gentle smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "i’m happy to spoil you, [name]," he said quietly, his voice low, almost like a secret shared between the two of you. "you deserve it."
"who would've thought the prince of kremnos was such a sweetheart?" this time, it was your turn to take a sweet delicacy and being it up to his mouth.
mydei raised an amused brow at your gesture but didn’t hesitate to accept the treat, lips brushing ever so slightly against your fingertips as he took a bite. his golden eyes flickered with something unreadable, something almost dangerous, as he chewed slowly, savoring both the taste of the pastry and the moment between you.
"only for you," he murmured after swallowing, voice dipped in something almost intoxicating. "i don’t make a habit of spoiling just anyone."
you felt a warmth crawl up your neck, but you held your ground, refusing to let him fluster you so easily. "oh? so i should consider myself lucky then?" you teased, though there was a genuine curiosity beneath your playful words.
mydei chuckled, low and rich, resting his chin in his palm as he studied you. "very lucky," he answered, his gaze never wavering. "because once i decide someone is mine, i don’t let go."
phainon ᯓᡣ𐭩
phainon had been gone for a few days, his whereabouts unknown to you. it was extremely worrying, especially since he stopped answering his teleslate.
as the days passed, you found yourself staring out the window, lost in thought. the only thing that kept you going was the belief that he would return, that he had a reason for being gone, no matter how hard it was to wait.
then, one evening, as the sky burned in hues of blue, a soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. you froze. for a moment, you thought you had imagined it. but then, there it was again—a gentle, familiar rhythm.
your heart pounded as you hurried to the door, your hands shaking slightly as you reached for the handle. when you pulled it open, your breath hitched.
phainon stood there, his clothes dusted with travel, silver strands of his hair catching the evening light. despite the exhaustion lining his features, there was a soft smile playing at his lips, his eyes warm as they met yours
“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he teased, though there was a gentleness in his voice.
“you—” your voice caught, a mix of relief and frustration bubbling up. “where have you been?! do you have any idea how worried i—”
before you could finish, he lifted his hand, revealing a small, elegantly wrapped box. “i know, i know. and i’m sorry,” he murmured. “but i had to find this.”
your frustration faltered as your eyes fell on the box. carefully, you took it from him, untying the ribbon with hesitant fingers. as the lid lifted, a soft gasp escaped your lips.
nestled inside was a necklace unlike anything you had ever seen. its chain was delicate, shimmering like bright stardust, and the pendant—a gemstone that seemed to shift colors under the fading sunlight, like the twilight sky itself trapped in crystal. it was breathtaking. if you had to guess, he had found the luxurious gem and then had it made into a necklace.
“phainon…” your voice was barely above a whisper.
"it's a necklace from aedes elysiae, well... what's left of it." he mumbled the last part more to himself.
a once glorious civilization, a place that most believed never existed, spoken of only in half-whispered legends, it was a remnant of beauty and tragedy.
you looked back at him, eyes wide. "you went... back there?"
phainon gave a small shrug, but there was something distant in his gaze. “i had to.” his fingers brushed over the lid of the box before retreating. “the place was beyond repairable, not a single structure in sight. but even in its ruins, i knew there had to be something... anything left worth saving.”
your fingers curled around the necklace, feeling the cool weight of it against your palm. "but why go so far? why risk it?"
he let out a quiet breath, gaze flickering away for a moment before settling back on you. “because i wanted something as rare as you. something that carried the weight of history, of stories untold. something that��” he hesitated, his voice dropping lower, “—would remind you of me, even when i’m not around.”
your chest tightened, a rush of warmth blooming in your heart.
carefully, he reached forward, taking the necklace from your hands and stepping closer. his fingers brushed against your skin as he clasped it around your neck, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.
"it suits you," he murmured.
your fingers ghosted over the pendant, the weight of it somehow comforting. "you really..." you started, unsure of what to say. there was so much—gratitude, relief, something deeper you couldn’t quite name.
he smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips. “no need for words.”
but even so, as the evening light cast long shadows around you both, you knew that this moment—this gift, this feeling—would stay with you forever.
anaxa ᯓᡣ𐭩
anaxa was never one to partake in festivities that landed on the calendar. that, however, changed when he started dating you. it was almost irritating how mushy you made him feel.
which he made it known, never one to shy away from his feelings of devotion to you.
"these flowers were grown by me by hand. it seems it was useless to try to create something that matches your beauty."
your fingers curled around the stems of the flowers, holding them close to your chest as you let the warmth of his words settle in. anaxa was never one for grand displays of affection, but the way he showed his devotion—subtle, unwavering, and entirely sincere—always left you feeling breathless.
"you act like you’re forced to say these things," you teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. "but i think you secretly enjoy being this romantic."
he scoffed, his expression remaining unreadable, but the way his fingers twitched at his sides betrayed him. "enjoy is a strong word," he muttered. "i simply refuse to be inadequate when it comes to you."
you chuckled, shaking your head as you reached out, looping your arms around his neck. "you’re terrible at hiding how much you love me, you know that?"
anaxa let out a small sigh, his hands settling at your waist, pulling you in until there was barely any space left between you. "if you already know, then i see no reason to deny it," he admitted, his voice quieter this time, almost as if the words were meant for you and you alone.
he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against yours. "besides, if it makes you happy, then i don’t mind indulging in a little sentimentality."
your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. "just a little?"
he exhaled, shaking his head. "fine. a lot," he conceded, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.
you held onto him a little tighter, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. "then i guess i’ll just have to make sure you keep indulging me," you whispered against his skin.
anaxa hummed, tilting your chin up with a single finger before capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. "you never had to ask."
you pulled away with a smile, remembering the flowers in your hand. "say, i never took you much as the gardening type."
"you humor me, gardening is an essential part of science and understanding the reality of this world. it would be foolish of me to be clueless."
you chuckled, twirling one of the blossoms between your fingers. "of course, trust you to turn something as simple as flowers into a lecture."
anaxa scoffed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "if you listened more closely, you'd see there's value in my words." he reached out, plucking the flower from your grasp and tucking it carefully behind your ear. "besides, these were grown with a purpose. for you."
your teasing smile softened at his words, fingers brushing over the delicate petals. "so, you really did all this just for me?"
"obviously," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"you’re so—" you started, but he cut you off, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his.
"so what?" he asked, voice low, gaze intense.
you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the warmth of his fingers against your skin. "so… good to me."
a rare, almost smug smile graced his lips. "i would hope so," he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle your lips. "it would be unacceptable otherwise."
sunday ᯓᡣ𐭩
it wasn't known to most how much of a sweet tooth sunday truly had. when he was still known as the head of the oak family, he never had time to induldge in sweet treats.
on the astral express, however, was a different story.
the party car had something special, something amazing.
"shush" was its name.
sunday had quickly discovered that the little automaton, despite its strange way of speaking, was an invaluable source of sweets. and the best part? you would often come by to enjoy a treat with him.
"another?" "shush" asked in its usual monotone, holding up a plate of intricately decorated pastries. "you have already consumed three. should i prepare an intervention?"
sunday smirked, reaching for a sugar-dusted tart. "should i prepare an intervention for your terrible sense of humor?"
"shush" whirred, as if contemplating its response. "humor analysis... failed. please consume more snacks to compensate."
he chuckled, sinking into one of the plush seats as he took a bite. the caramel filling was rich, the crust perfectly flaky. he exhaled through his nose, savoring the taste.
“so this is where you’ve been hiding.”
before sunday could speak, "shush" did for him. "sunday is a frequent patron. valued customer. concerning sugar intake."
sunday sighed, setting his pastry down with a faint shake of his head. "i do believe i liked you better when you weren’t so talkative." sunday turned his attention back to you. "come, sit with me [name]."
you wasted no time to take a seat next to him.
"i trust you’re not here simply to watch me indulge," he mused, reaching once more for his half-finished pastry. "if so, i must insist you partake as well. it would be unfair otherwise."
“how could i deny such an offer?”
you picked up a small, delicately frosted cake from the tray between you, twirling it between your fingers before taking a tentative bite. it was light, airy, dissolving sweetly on your tongue. sunday watched your reaction carefully, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
"good, isn’t it?"
you nodded, swallowing before answering. "i suppose i can see why you keep coming back here."
sunday hummed in quiet amusement, taking another slow sip of his tea. "there is something rather charming about the simplicity of it all, isn’t there?" he mused, almost to himself. "a moment of quiet, a pleasant treat... a rarity, once upon a time."
his voice carried something wistful, something almost unspoken. you wondered if he realized how much his words revealed.
"then you should enjoy it as much as you can now," you said softly. "you deserve that much, don’t you?"
sunday looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, he smiled—just a small, quiet curve of his lips, but warm all the same.
"perhaps," he murmured, fingers grazing the edge of the teacup. "and if that is the case… would you care to indulge with me a little longer?"
there was something about the way he said it, so effortlessly graceful, yet sincere. an invitation not just to share another dessert, but to share this moment, fleeting as it was.
and as you reached for another pastry, you decided—perhaps you would stay a little longer after all.
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hii! can you do an alexia blurb where she's super oblivious to reader's advances towards her? but everyone in the team can tell, and everyone's just face palming about the situation
Here it is! I hope you like it <3
Everybody knows
alexia putellas x reader
Dealing with a crush wasn't Alexia's cup of tea. She liked to be focused, always, no excuses for her. But when it came to you, she had trouble concentrating.
Gym sessions, training, matches... Luckily, you got paired up often, so she could practice what she loved most, football, with the woman who had stolen her heart.
But when you got paired up with anyone else, Alexia's focus was still on you.
Everyone thought she was just being Alexia, The Captain, and that you had just happened to be her favorite teammate.
But your teammates did suspect, actually knew, about your feelings for Alexia.
How couldn't they? If Alexia needed something, you were already offering to help, even if she hadn't finished talking.
If you scored a goal, you'd always cling to her.
If everyone was laughing at Patri's jokes, you were leaning your head on Alexia's shoulder as you laughed.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, knew except for Alexia.
Patri actually gave you the confidence to pursue the captain, and little by little, she had won new allies to support your adventure in loving Alexia, but the poor captain was so oblivious that everyone was starting to become a little uncomfortable.
On International Book Day, the whole autonomous community of Catalonia celebrated Sant Jordi, its patron, and it was a tradition to give a book with a rose as presents.
You had bought books and roses for everyone but had reserved two roses, one red and another blue, for Alexia, with the book she had been wanting to read.
Somehow, you had the guts to give Alexia her present in front of everyone, and she joked, acknowledging how good of a teammate you were, telling everyone to level up.
Everybody except for Alexia could see the hurt through your forced smile.
Vicky was actually going insane.
She was determined to lock up both Alexia and you in a room until you confessed, but thankfully Aitana had put some sense into the situation.
"If she confesses, she shouldn't do it with Alexia on her nerves trying to get out of a locked room."
The fact that everyone knew about your love for Alexia felt a little invasive, and you wondered if Alexia already knew and tried to play it off because she didn't feel the same way.
Little did you know that Alexia was not doing well with her crush on you.
She kept yearning about how good of a girlfriend she would be to you, and surprisingly, she was a little jealous of Aitana.
You had been spending a lot of time around Aitana, and when you were around Alexia, you had been speaking about her a lot, so Alexia couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
"I swear to God that if she's actually jealous of me, I'll follow Vicky's plan and lock them up in a room."
And because Aitana is a woman of her word, she actually locked you up with Alexia in a random room.
At first, Alexia thought that the door was broken and had left you both locked up, then she thought it was a joke, and then, she just wanted to exit the room as soon as possible.
"Let's hope neither of them is claustrophobic," said Patri.
Vicky, tired of waiting on the other side of the door, shouted, "You both need to talk."
You stood up from the floor and got as near as you could to the door.
"Vicky, if this is a joke, it's no longer funny. Open the freaking door!"
Alexia had stopped listening around her because you were close to her body, very close.
You were so focused on shouting at poor Vicky that you couldn't notice how Alexia yearned for you in every aspect.
"We don't have all day. Alexia, explain to her why you're jealous of me."
You looked at Alexia very confused, and Alexia was a mix of anger and shame.
She never talked to Aitana about her love for you, she never did with anyone, but you both locked up and Aitana and Vicky (and Patri) on the other side of the door told her that they knew, and they wanted you to know.
"Aitana, we're grown enough for this game. Open the door."
"She's not going to open the door. If you don't want to talk, let's hear the other part talk, then," Patri said, referring to you.
"Of course the life and soul of the party is here!" You said angrily, referring to Patri.
"You two love each other, for God's sake! Alexia, she gave you the most beautiful roses on Sant Jordi." Vicky said. The younger player talked very securely, but deep down, she feared having crossed too many lines. At the end of the day, she was very young, and Alexia was the captain.
"And Alexia is jealous of me because we spend a lot of time together!" Said Aitana.
"You both have been so oblivious but Alexia, you've been the worst. Everybody on the team knows her love for you and you keep looking away!"
Alexia couldn't even look at you. Shame had paralyzed her whole body, and it was probably because of that why you took the initiative to get closer.
"Look at me, please."
And how could she not if you asked her to.
After a few tries, she said her first words, "You like me?"
You laughed, not believing how oblivious she still was about your love for her.
"Ale, I'm in love with you. Everybody knows. Everyone but you."
She laughed because it was true.
Not even the idea of you reciprocating her feelings for you had crossed her mind.
"I'm in love too."
And with that being said, and both of you finally knowing each other's feelings, her lips carefully kissed yours.
You were lost in each other's lips when you heard the door's lock unblocking and the three girls outside running for their lives, as if a tiger was about to come from inside the room.
"I'll deal with them later," Alexia said, to then close the space between both of you, to then say in between kisses, "I actually knew all this time."
"No, you didn't!"
And she did not, but neither did you.
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✦ ─── 2 𝓱ands , 𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza keep your hands on me.
─── 𝓢ophia never considered herself the jealous type—until you got a haircut. overnight, it was like the whole world had started seeing you differently, comments about how fine you looked haunting her everywhere. no wonder she'd bossed you to have your hands on her at all times.
❝𝓷eed a little less talk, 𝓪nd a lot more touch.❞
౨ৎ 𝓹airing. sophia laforteza x katseye seventh member!yn ౨ৎ 𝓰enre. fluff, established relationship wc. 4417 a/n. good god i need to stop yapping ab details in fics i keep dragging them on on the other hand, this is my compensation for lowk neglecting u guys nd not bringing food to rhe tsble but i fear its school thats got me on a leash nd unless smn takes one for the team nd burns my school down thisll be happening more nd more often CS EXAMS ND ASSESSMENTS R COMING UP NF IMA BAWL CS WTFFFF EVERYTHING IS TOO FAST IM SO LOST FUCKKKKKKK may or may not have taken too long to get to the part where its actually inspired by 2 hands mbmb the use of 2 hands's lyrics was lowk cringy😟 NAWT PROOFREAD AT ALL🙅♀️🙅♀️🙅♀️ enjoy homos❤️
❝𝓲 just want your two hands on me at all times, baby. 𝓲f you let go, better put 'em right back, fast.❞
JEALOUSY WAS NEVER SOPHIA’S THING—at least, that’s what she always told herself. she knew you—her girlfriend, loved her. knew with every fibre of her being that you would never do anything deliberate to hurt her, never purposely stoke the ugly fire that smoldered deep in her chest.
so why was it that, right now, the green-eyed monster clawed its way up her throat, curled around her ribcage, and blurred her vision like a stain she couldn't scrub away?
you’d gotten a haircut a few days ago—something sharper, something that framed your face so effortlessly it was almost unfair. it was the kind of change that ensured the girl crush label stuck to you permanently, as if it hadn’t already. and somehow, impossibly, it made you look even better—dare sophia say hotter—than before.
and safe to say, sophia wasn’t the only one who noticed. unfortunately.
the moment you turned to management and asked if you’d need a wig to hide your fresh cut from the eyekons before going live—like the other members had to in the newest tiktoks they were dishing out—their response was quick, casual—no need, you were free to show it off. gain more attention and eyes on the group before the comeback.
and that was all you needed to hear.
without a second thought, you propped your phone up on the table in your shared room with manon and daniela, fingers adjusting the angle with practiced ease, lips curling into a giddy smile.
anticipation thrummed in your chest, an excited buzz settling beneath your skin as you ran a hand through your freshly cut hair, contemplating whether to hide it beneath a cap before settling to just tugging on the strings of your hoodie, tucking your hair out of sight from the camera.
the viewer count came rushing in the second you’d tapped ‘start live’, and your curious eyes peered at the camera, squinting to see what they’d been commenting about before shaking your head, a small chuckle of amusement spilling past your lips.
user56 bro u look like an egg tf user1 humpty dumpty who?? user9 i think she pulls it off idk bout yall user0 ion care she can still get it even tho she looks like an idiot user2 i like them a little weird user89 GIRL TURN IT AWFFF
“i look like an egg like this? oh wow, that’s interesting. thank you.” you deadpanned, amusement flickering in your eyes as you read the comment aloud. a soft laugh slipped past your lips, shaking your head before tilting it slightly, as if assessing your reflection on the screen.
you kept the playful banter going for a few more minutes, responding to teasing messages with quick-witted remarks, occasionally tugging at the edge of your hood in mock offense. finally, you sighed, dramatic and drawn out, before giving in with a knowing hum.
your fingers found the drawstring of your hoodie, twirling it lazily around one fingertip before tugging it loose. slowly, almost teasingly, you pushed the hood back, revealing the slightly poofy and mussed strands of your fresh haircut, the soft layers settling into place after being trapped beneath the fabric.
the moment your hair was freed, your hands instinctively shot up, smoothing over the mess, fingertips gently carding through the strands in an attempt to tame them. a small mirthful chuckle escaped you, a mix of amusement and mild exasperation at the way the hood had left your hair slightly disheveled.
but even then, you still looked effortlessly good. and judging by the flood of excited comments rolling in, and eyekons definitely agreed.
"we vibing with it, chat?" you murmured, tilting your head slightly as your fingers absentmindedly combed through your hair, trying to smooth down the strands that had been ruffled by your hoodie.
your lips pressed into a thin line, dissatisfaction creeping in as you examined your reflection on the screen, the messiness making your fresh cut look a little less put-together than you had intended.
"shouldn’t have actually hidden it away from you guys," you admitted with a soft sigh, shaking your head. "or it wouldn’t have been this messy."
your hands worked quickly, gently pushing some strands into place, but after a moment of struggling, you huffed in mild frustration. deciding to leave it as it was, you leaned forward, reaching for your glasses resting on the table. with practiced ease, you slid them on, blinking a few times as your vision sharpened.
"my bad, guys," you said, lips twitching into a sheepish smile as you settled back into place. "couldn’t be assed to put on my contacts."
user90 raw raw ah ah ah or wtv it was lady gaga said user56 okay guys fess up who tf took my pants user4 iSWEAR my pants were just on user77 and the crowd is… undressing themselves⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ user78 omg girl dont play w me like that i might js make u mine user43 and FUCK whoever’s dating u bruh u look too good ima nut get OUTTTTTT user68 thank GOD my phone’s waterproof‼️‼️‼️ user70 TIL THE NEIGHBOURS LEARN HER NAME😭😭😭😭 user45 FLASH US
the chat exploded with reactions—some gushing over how good you looked, others teasing about your laziness, and more than a few keyboard smashes from people who were clearly losing their minds over the combination of the new haircut and glasses.
you chuckled at the chaos, pushing your frames up the bridge of your nose before relaxing into the moment, letting the eyekons take it all in.
sophia who was watching just downstairs, however, wasn’t all that amused with the comments that flooded your live.
it was a jumpscare, truly. the moment sophia groggily unlocked her phone and opened tiktok, still blinking sleep from her eyes, she was met—ambushed, really—by an edit of your live from last night. the screen instantly flooded with clips of you, your freshly-cut hair falling effortlessly into place, set to the smooth, sultry beat of redbone by childish gambino.
typical, she thought dryly at the sound choice, but that didn’t stop the way her breath hitched slightly.
the light from her phone bathed her face in a bright glow, illuminating every tiny movement of her fingers as she instinctively scrolled down, her thumb hovering over the comment section before she could even think twice about it. she already knew what to expect, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.
and sure enough, the comments were just as bad—if not worse—than the ones from last night. thirsting, keyboard smashes, people losing their goddamn minds over you. all of it blurred together in an overwhelming stream of admiration, and sophia could feel a familiar, unwelcome heat creeping up her neck.
because, god, of course everyone had to notice how good you looked. and of course, they wouldn’t shut up about it.
it didn’t help that the next few swipes on her for you page led to even more edits—clip after clip of your live from last night, set to sultry, slow-burning tracks that only seemed to emphasize just how good you looked.
the way your freshly cut hair fell into place, the way your glasses slid down the bridge of your nose before you pushed them up absentmindedly, the way you’d smirked slightly at the camera without even meaning to—it was all there, replaying in high definition, edited to perfection, and worst of all, everywhere. god.
sophia groaned, flopping onto her back as she mindlessly scrolled, but she wasn’t about to just watch and let it slide. no, she was documenting this. saving receipts.
in less than an hour, she had added over fifty different edits of you into a private folder under your name, her fingers moving almost on autopilot. every new clip she found—save. another slow zoom-in on your face—save. a dramatic transition to the beat drop—definitely save.
by the time she was done, she was sure she had absolutely flooded the eyekons’ notifications, her name popping up repeatedly as she went on her little jealousy-infused saving spree.
but she didn’t care. not even a little.
because in her mind, this wasn’t just a collection—it was a statement. a quiet, possessive claim, a subtle way of reminding the eyekons exactly who you belonged to. every save, every tap of her screen, was her way of saying: watch all you want, but just know—she’s mine. and wait—no, no, no. jealousy is bad. an ugly feeling she shouldn’t be feeling.
but the moment you’d walked into her shared room with yoonchae all mussed from sleep and seeking her out first thing in the morning, sliding into bed next to her, body molding onto hers and—to hell with it.
she’d decided to go live the next day out of pure boredom and cause chaos (unbidden flirting).
clad in an oversized black hoodie—one she had definitely swiped from your closet without asking—sophia lounged comfortably in front of the camera, the fabric swallowing her frame in a way that made it clear it was never hers to begin with.
the sleeves fell just past her wrists, slightly bunched at her hands as she lazily adjusted the hem. paired with it was a black baseball cap, probably one of the few articles of clothing she actually owned, its curved brim casting a subtle shadow over her sharp features.
her free hand drifted to the waistband of the grey sweatpants she was wearing—another piece that was, without a doubt, stolen from your closet. with a quick tug, she adjusted the way they rested on her hips, ensuring they fit just right before letting her hand drop.
user44 GOOD GODDDDD user88 that hoodie looks rlyyyy familiar ms laforteza user51 SOPHIA LIVE OH GOD BLESS😭😭😭😭😭😭 user50 can u be my girlfriend for three seconds user41 BROOOOO I NEED U SO BAD SHUT UPPPP user32 how have u been sophia???
her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as she glanced at the screen, watching the comments flood in—messages filled with excitement, teasing remarks about her outfit, and, of course, plenty of people calling her out for very obviously wearing your clothes again. she simply raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as she leaned in slightly, skimming through the chaotic flood of words.
but she didn’t deny it. not once.
it wasn’t until halfway through the live that the shift in the comment section became impossible to ignore. at first, it had been the usual chaos—people gushing over her, teasing her about the hoodie, and thirsting over every little movement she made. but then, as if on cue, the flood of questions about you started rolling in.
user55 hey queen so whats the deal w y/n?? is she single perchance😌😌😌 user63 is y/n there w u??? user80 is y/n single?? asking for a friend nd research purposes🌚🌚 user66 blink twice if y/n is in the room
mixed in with those were the more audacious ones—the teasing, flirty messages that made sophia’s jaw clench ever so slightly.
user90 how does one marry y/n?? help a girl out pls user82 can i marry y/n??
“no, you can’t marry y/n.” she’d replied, her fingers, which had been lazily toying with the hem of her hoodie, stilled. she blinked at the screen once. twice.
narrowing her eyes, she hooked her fingers under her chin, tilting her head slightly as she peered at the comment section with squinted, unmistakably disapproving eyes. her lips pressed into a firm line, and for a moment, she just stared, letting the weight of her silence settle over the chat.
and if the eyekons watching had any sense at all, they’d know exactly what that look meant.
“what’s that about me?”
sophia’s eyes snapped up from the screen of the live the moment she caught movement from the doorway, her sharp, narrowed gaze instantly softening at the sight of you.
there you stood, bathed in the dim glow of the room, your expression puzzled as you tilted your head slightly, brows knitting together in mild confusion. dressed in baggy clothes—an oversized hoodie that hung loosely over your frame and sweatpants that pooled slightly at your ankles—you looked effortlessly comfortable, the kind of effortlessness that made sophia’s chest tighten just a little.
your prescription glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, a clear sign that it was far too late in the night for you to bother with contacts. in one hand, you loosely gripped a bottle of water, your other hand absentmindedly brushing at your sleeve as your bare feet padded quietly against the floor, carrying you toward her without hesitation.
completely unaware.
unaware of the absolute chaos happening in her live chat. unaware of the thirsting, the borderline feral comments flooding in, the way the eyekons were already losing their minds over the mere mention of your name. and most of all, unaware of the way sophia was staring at you—conflicted.
because in that moment, she wasn’t sure what she wanted more—to selfishly keep you out of the frame, away from their prying eyes, or to let them see you, let them understand exactly why she looked at you the way she did.
but before she could make a decision, you made it for her.
with an easy step forward, you popped into the frame, completely oblivious to the digital uproar you had just caused, a sweet, sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you greeted the screen.
"hi, eyekons," you murmured, voice thick with sleep, raspy in a way that sent an immediate shiver down sophia’s spine. "how’re we doin’ tonight? good?"
your words were slow, unhurried, tinged with the warmth of drowsiness as you blinked at the screen, adjusting your glasses with a lazy push of your knuckle against the frame. your lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as you nodded, as if genuinely pleased by the flood of chaotic responses rolling in.
user77 girl i cant do ts rn im ovulating bad user66 standing ovulation or wtv the saying is user62 heyyyy so lunch by billie eilish?? user79 MY DREAM RIDE😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻 user39 WHATT HEJVUKFMFK WHAT THEUCKVLVMK user50 CLEAN UP ON AISLE MY PANTS😭😭😭😭😭😭 user99 cldnt even edge to ts i exploded IMMEDIATELY😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 user34 the crowd would applaud but their hands are busy😭😭😭 user14 i swear my pants were JUST on
"i’m glad," you hummed, voice dipping even lower, softer—dangerous.
sophia didn’t stand a chance.
the moment the sound of your voice filled the room, she could feel the heat crawling up her neck, warm and betraying. without thinking, she subtly turned her face away from the camera, pretending to adjust her hoodie as she desperately tried to will away the blush creeping onto her cheeks.
but of course, you noticed.
your gaze flickered toward her, amusement dancing in your sleep-heavy eyes, and a quiet chuckle slipped past your lips—gentle, teasing.
"what’s with you?" you asked, voice lilting, but sophia refused to look at you, choosing instead to stare pointedly at her phone as if it could somehow save her from this situation.
it absolutely could not.
“nothing,” she tried to fib through her teeth. her face was half-hidden from the camera, but you knew her well enough to picture the exact shade of pink dusting her cheeks, the way she’d press her lips together in a tight line to keep from giving herself away. “don’t worry about it.”
a slow, knowing smile tugged at your lips, though you chose not to push any further—for now. instead, you shook your head in amusement, eyes twinkling as you took in the rare sight of sophia, who was normally so composed, absolutely crumbling before your eyes.
"someone’s suddenly a little camera shy," you mused, voice dipping into something teasing, playful.
sophia let out a quiet huff, still turned away, fingers absentmindedly tugging at the hem of the hoodie she’d stolen from you, as if focusing on that would somehow help her regain her composure.
and for a few minutes, she did just that—taking slow, measured breaths, schooling her features back into something neutral, forcing the heat in her cheeks to die down. when she finally popped back into frame, her expression was much steadier, though the faintest traces of pink still lingered on her skin.
thankfully, the purple lighting she’d chosen for the live worked in her favour, casting a soft glow that helped mask the last remnants of her flustered state. she busied herself with scrolling through the chat, acting as though nothing had happened, her posture relaxed, exuding an air of practiced nonchalance.
or, at least, she tried to.
because just as she started to settle back into her usual rhythm, her brows twitched—barely, but enough—as her ears picked up on something that immediately set her back on edge.
"oh, baby, you’re too sweet," you purred, your voice dripping with playful flirtation as you read a particularly bold comment from an eyekon. "but if you keep talking to me like that, i might just have to take you out on a date."
user51 MY TURN user23 A TEAR ROLLED DOWN MY LEG user89 OHMGYGOD IVOLUNTER ASTRIBYTE user62 RAWRAWRARAWRARWRAW user94 THISMADE BOTH OF MY LIPS SMILE user42 raw i meant AWWWWWW user82 this so made my hole weak I MEANT MY WHOLE WEEK user42 i am not cinderella but ik it fits user51 born to cowgirl, forced to fangirl💔💔💔💔💔 user41 i have nothing appropriate to say HER VOICE UGHHHHH user17 i finally got the water bed everyone wanted in 2016 user88 good now OIL UP user33 YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTE ANIMALS IN HERE WTF ENOUGH GUYS ENOUGH YOU HORNDOGS user21 all ten fingers.
sophia froze.
her grip on her the drawstring of your hoodie tightened slightly, her jaw ticking as she forced her gaze to remain on the screen, pretending to be invested in the chat.
but anyone who knew her—especially you—could see the barely concealed flicker of irritation in her expression, the slight way her nostrils flared, the way her fingers twitched as if she were this close to reaching out and physically covering your mouth to put an end to whatever nonsense you were spewing.
she knew you were just playing around. she knew it.
but that didn’t stop the possessive heat from curling low in her stomach, nor did it stop the subtle shift in her posture—back straightening, shoulders rolling back, as if preparing to stake her claim without saying a word.
user1 guys im kinda scared of sophia user79 SHES LOOMING HELPPP user52 guard dog who user93 damn sophia my b for even looking at yn user84 im gna sleep now okay?? dont choke me in my sleep pls user77 I WAS JS PLAYING W YN PLS DONT KILL ME user91 holy shit i js got shivers down my spine
sophia hadn’t meant to react so quickly, so instinctively, but the second another flirtatious comment slipped past your lips, she couldn’t hold back anymore. before she even registered what she was doing, her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your arm in a vice grip—possessive, unwavering.
your amusement only grew at the sudden contact, lips parting slightly as you turned away from the chat, gaze landing on sophia. her expression was downright murderous, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with a sharp intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
without a word, she yanked your arm toward her, grip tightening as if to silently remind you who you belonged to. both of her hands locked around your forearm now, as if afraid you’d slip away if she loosened her hold even slightly.
and then—thud.
in her urgency, her knee jerked forward, slamming against the table. the impact sent her phone tumbling forward, landing screen-down with a soft clack, the camera immediately blacking out. the live was still running, but now all the eyekons could hear was the sharp rustle of movement, the sound of fabric shifting, a muffled noise—
because in the very next second, sophia had tugged you forward, pulling you straight between her thighs with a force that left you momentarily stunned. and before you could even process what was happening, her hands were on you—one threading into your hair, fingers tangling at the base of your skull, the other firmly cupping the back of your neck, anchoring you in place.
and then she kissed you.
no hesitation, no teasing buildup—just pure, unfiltered need.
it was all-consuming, the way she melted against you, the way her lips moved with a desperation that sent your mind reeling.
she kissed you like you were her oxygen, like she had been starving for you this entire time—which she has been to be fair, and now that she had you, she refused to let you go. her fingers tightened in your hair, tugging slightly, as if to draw you in even closer—though there was hardly any space left between you.
but just as you were getting lost in the heat of it—just as you felt yourself melting into her touch—she suddenly pulled away, her hands shifting to your shoulders.
and then, without warning, she pushed you back.
you barely had a second to react before your back hit the couch once again, a soft groan escaping you as sophia moved fast, swinging a leg over your waist and straddling you with ease, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of your hips.
you blinked up at her, breathless, dazed, lips still tingling from the kiss. but she didn’t give you a moment to recover. the rest of the world faded, the chat, the live, the teasing—nothing else mattered except this. except her. just like how she’d intended. and she leaned back in for more.
user77 HELLO??? WHAT IS GOING ON user51 GET ME OUT OF THE BASWMENY user11 BTCHCICHFUHFIE WTAFFDTFYE WHAT IS GOIUNG ON HELLO user78 I HEARD THAT user12 smn pick me up im scared user82 bon appetite to sophia ig user94 AT LWAST END THE LIVE????? user73 am i interrupting sumn user93 freak ON user44 media training went out the window im crying theyre not even tryna hide it HELPPP user25 probably making out in my cellular phone i pay for every month??? diabolical work i feel targeted.
sophia had no idea how she’d ended up here—pressed into the middle of a drunken, swaying crowd, the bass thrumming so hard it rattled her ribs, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and the kind of recklessness that came with too many shots and too little self-control.
this was not what you had promised.
"it'll be chill," you’d said, smiling so sweetly at her earlier, brushing your fingers through her hair as you reassured her that it was just a casual going-away party for your friend—nothing too wild.
but now? some random guy had the audacity to press up against her, subtly—or not so subtly—trying to grind against her like she wouldn’t notice. like she’d let him.
with an irritated grunt, she shoved him off, barely sparing him a glare before weaving through the crowd, jaw clenched. she barely knew your friend, didn’t care to, really. she wouldn’t even be out of bed right now if it were up to her, more than happy to be curled up under the covers with you, watching mamma mia back to back before switching to your personal favorites—until the two of you inevitably dozed off.
but no.
you just had to have plans. just had to drag her to some bullshit party for a friend jetting off to europe to “find the woman of her life.”
sophia cursed under her breath, her usually calm composure cracking as frustration simmered beneath her skin. her hands itched—aching to grab ahold of you, to pull you against her and make sure every single person here knew you weren’t up for grabs.
the flashing, colorful lights of the room made everything simultaneously too bright and too dim, disorienting her as she searched. the pulse of the music did nothing to drown out the growing sense of urgency clawing up her spine.
she should’ve never let you out of her sight—oh, there you are.
sophia could feel it creeping in—the sharp, insidious burn of jealousy sinking its claws into her chest, wrapping tight around her ribs like a vice for the second time that week.
surrounded by a cluster of women, all too eager to lean in, to bat their lashes, to laugh a little too loudly at something you’d said—something that, knowing you, probably wasn’t even that funny. yet there they were, hanging onto every word, eyes lingering a little too long, bodies angled a little too close.
her jaw clenched.
her vision blurred at the edges, tinted green with something she refused to name, but it propelled her forward before she could think twice, her feet carrying her straight to you, drawn in like gravity itself had shifted.
she slipped through the crowd with practiced ease, a mask of indifference settling over her features like second nature—calm, cool, unreadable. but beneath the surface? she was nothing but raw chaos.
without a word, her fingers curled around the fabric of your shirt, tugging you back, away from them, to her. her hands moved instinctively, slipping over yours, guiding them down, redirecting—staking claim.
she flattened your palms against her waist, holding them there, her body pressing into yours like she needed you closer. always.
“want your two hands on me at all times, baby.” sophia's voice was a low murmur, silk-smooth and deliberate as she tilted her head back, lips just barely grazing your cheek before trailing toward your ear, a slow, teasing whisper meant for you—but performed for the lingering eyes around you.
“and if you let go, better put ‘em right back fast.” her grip on your hands tightened, guiding them to press firmer against her waist, as if daring you to even think about moving them away. her fingers curled around yours, possessive, a silent command to stay put. her heart pounded, a steady rhythm against your skin.
"want your two hands on me.” like my life needs saving, she’d have dared utter if she wasn’t too lost in the way your breath hitched, fingers twitching against hers.
and maybe it did.
she leaned in closer, lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear, her breath warm and slow, sending shivers down your spine. “let ‘em all know.”
her hand ghosted back, fingers featherlight as they traced along your jaw before tilting your chin up just enough to meet her gaze, dark and unreadable.
“can you do it like that?”
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@vera-king-hrfl - the definition of distraction...
Ok - picture this - tiny 4'11", 90 lbs of elf/fey petite woman who has orc green skin (light), dark green/with lighter green mixed in hair, completely black eyes (sclera, irises), a penchant for large devilkin, sarcasm for days, and a big ass shadow dire wolf.
what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?
They'd be angry all the time...wondering how the fuck they got stuck in my life. She'd hate it.
is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?
HAHAHAHAHA 100% childish, but ready to throw down like a momma bear.
do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr
I used this quiz https://www.quotev.com/quiz/16869551/Soldier-Poet-King/
do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.
A VERY Kitalia response to this would be - not a fucking chance. I had one look at it and my unmedicated ADHD went...uhhhhh....Kit would be the same.
ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?
It had a massive impact on her entire being. If she hadn't gone through it, she'd probably have been a lawful neutral/neutral good being instead of the complete chaos gremlin she is.
does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)
Nope! Well, some, but mostly no. She will not ingest any mind altering substances, but she does love a good chai. Her music taste are extremely varied - so that is similar to me. She has zero love of fashion and only dresses fashionable when others make her/ask her nicely lol! Art - meh. She lived history, why would she want to read about it. Speaking of reading, aside from being very intelligent - she never learned to read. Her life was chaos and, even though she a few hundred years old, she focused on language and music and SURVIVING over reading.
will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?
Kit's more - I'll live a long fucking time and can't die so LET'S DO THIS!
what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?
Kitalia loves the idea of love, but has an extremely low opinion of herself, so ends up with a dude who is a mother fucker, until she find the guy that treats her like the princess she is. So her sex life is a 10 - wildly a 10...her love life...eh...3 until princess dude then an 8 (nothing's perfect, except the sex).
will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?
Always. She would sacrifice herself a million times over to save those she loves and would never let them know because she'd die if something happened to them.
around whom does your oc lets their guard down?
@vera-king-hrfl's Oc Ryldinn in the modern AU. Damays later on, Raphael. In BG3 verse Vera's OC Max the orc!
are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?
She's a bit of both. Can't say the words outright unless it's life or death (nearly), but lavishes the romance on the ones she loves.
what type of music does ur oc like?
All music - she's a bard in BG3 (well part bard) and a DJ in mordern AU - she loves music.
write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.
uh....not today.
do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?
Absolutely not. It takes forever for her to trust. She only trust Ryl in modern AU after following him around and learning more about him (much to his surprise). She isn't easily trusted either. Her eyes freak people out.
what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)
Her trauma - it started at birth with her mother viciously rejecting her (literally as a newborn), carried on to witnessing the murder of her father and subsequent abduction/enslavement to the murderer. Long life, lots of awful shit.
do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)
Black cat 100%
what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?
They would trust me but only cause my life is such utter banality and chaos that she'd know I'd have nothing to hide or reason to betray her. She'd be that one fun aunt friend.
will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?
Kitalia has extremely good survival skills that have been honed for a few centuries of off and on again homelessness. She had to learn to hide extremely well, to the point that even a drow couldn't find her. She a survivor, whether she wants to or not.
does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?
HATES her mother (to be fair, Mother has tried to kill her). She can't remember her dad, but he was a good man. She's ambivalent about her life. It is what it is.
if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?
To no longer be afraid.
how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)
wellll...first voluntary kiss - shocked and pleasantly surprised.
what's an ideal day for your oc?
Sitting in a peaceful wood, with Hexxus nearby, her head in the lap of her beloved while being read to. Just at ease and unafraid.
lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?
In modern AU, Ryldinn or Raphael. In BG3, Max or Astarion cause he can cope with her chaos.
How to get to know your characters better?
(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3
what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?
is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?
do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr
do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.
ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?
does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)
will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?
what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?
will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?
around whom does your oc lets their guard down?
are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?
what type of music does ur oc like?
write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.
do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?
what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)
do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)
what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?
will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?
does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?
if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?
how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)
what's an ideal day for your oc?
lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?
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PICK A CARD: what your future in-laws will think of you
Hello and welcome to this reading! Here I will tell you the opinions of your future parents-in-law about you. I hope you enjoy this reading!
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Pile 1:
Your parents-in-law will think you are an absolute dear. Your future spouse might have brought a partner home before (most likely just one) and they just completely disapproved of her. If you ever decide to pry your mother-in-law will just say that she wasn’t a good fit and you won’t hear anything further about it, but what happened with her isn’t really any of your concern or something to worry about. Your parents-in-law will really like you; finding you kind, intelligent, very pretty and just an overall joy. You might be shy at first when meeting them but that’s something they find incredibly cute and adorable, it will even enlarge their likeliness for you. Your mother-in-law will be very happy with you; you are someone who gets along with her personality very well, something she doesn’t often get in her own family. So having someone to finally connect with is absolutely lovely.
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Pile 2:
Your future in-laws will have to get used to you at first. There might be a language barrier there or a cultural barrier. Whatever it is when you walked through the door you weren’t what your parents-in-law were expecting. This isn’t something bad, they just have to get used to the matter. You will most likely be incredibly nervous as well, having done some research in hopes of connecting with them better. Especially your father-in-law will be able to see that you do your best and that you try to do as much as you can. He will appreciate that very much and approve of you very quickly; trying to talk to you and communicate with you as much as he can as well. He will make you feel welcome, and eventually convince your mother-in-law that you are someone to keep in the family. Someone nice, loving, and good for their child.
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Pile 3:
Your parents-in-law will like you but not be the most welcoming and close people. This isn’t because they don’t like you personally, they’re just not the most social and loving people out there. They find communication hard and sometimes unnecessary. They like spending time with their family every once in a while but it’s completely fine if not much is talked about. There is going to be one parent who is more social and open than the other, the one who you will most likely visit for most of the time. Your partner will have warned you beforehand that their parents aren’t super warm people, but it will sometimes make you a bit insecure about their opinion of you. The thing is, they do like you and believe you to be a good fit for their kid, and that is all that they really want. If you make their child happy and vice versa they are okay with you.
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Title: Mine, Always
Fandom: Women’s Basketball (WNBA) | UConn Women’s Basketball
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader, Paige Bueckers x !daughter (Lex)
Tags: Fluff, Found Family, Bio!Single Parent Reader, Adoption, Protective Paige, Deadbeat Parent Drama, Soft Domestic Moments, WNBA Life, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Depth
Summary: mama P, she’s always been mama…
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I remember the first time Paige met Alexa—my little girl, my whole world. She was six at the time, still rocking mismatched socks and an obsession with dinosaurs. I was just starting to let someone new into our lives, and Lex was always my priority. But Paige? She didn’t force herself into our little world. She let Lex warm up to her, let her be the one to decide when Paige could stay.
And once she did, there was no looking back.
Paige became her safe space. From movie nights to helping with school projects, from standing in the crowd at Lex’s soccer games to carrying her up to bed when she fell asleep on the couch—she was there. She never overstepped, never tried to replace what was never there to begin with.
By the time we got married last year, I knew what was coming next.
Lex wanted Paige to be her mama.
I sat across from Lex at our dining table one evening, watching her nervously pick at the edges of her notebook while I helped her with homework. Paige was out at practice, and the house felt quiet.
“Mom?” Lex asked, looking up at me with those big brown eyes that always made me melt.
“Yeah, baby?”
She hesitated, chewing her lip before she let out a sigh, like she had the weight of the world on her tiny shoulders. “I wanna ask Paige something. But I don’t know how.”
I leaned forward, resting my chin in my palm. “Well, that depends. What’s the question?”
She fiddled with the corner of her page before finally whispering, “I want her to be my mama. For real.”
My chest squeezed. I had a feeling this was coming, but hearing it out loud? It was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I reached over, tucking her braids behind her ear. “Lex… she is your mama.”
“But, like, legally,” she clarified, her voice small but determined. “I wanna have her last name, too. Like you.”
That was it. I was done for.
I pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “She’s gonna be so happy, baby. You know how much she loves you, right?”
She nodded against my chest. “Yeah.”
I smiled. “Then just ask her. When she gets home.”
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That night, Paige had barely stepped through the door, gym bag slung over her shoulder, when Lex practically ran into her.
“Whoa—what’s up, kid?” Paige laughed, steadying herself as Lex grabbed her hand.
“I have a question!” Lex announced, determined, dragging her to the couch. I followed behind, heart already full knowing what was about to happen.
Paige tossed me a playful, questioning look before sitting down. “Alright, hit me.”
Lex took a deep breath, looking Paige dead in the eye. “Can you adopt me?”
Silence.
Paige’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. For the first time since I’d met her, she was speechless. Her gaze flickered to me for a second, as if checking to see if this was real.
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna,” Lex added quickly, but I could see the hope in her eyes.
Paige snapped out of it. “Are you kidding?” She pulled Lex into her lap, cradling her face. “Lex, kiddo, I’d love to. More than anything.”
Lex’s smile was blinding, and I could already see the tears forming in Paige’s eyes. “Really?”
“Really,” Paige whispered, pressing her forehead to Lex’s. “I’m already your mama, but I’d be honored to make it official.”
I watched them with my heart bursting, knowing that in that moment, we were truly a family in every way that mattered.
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Fast forward to now, a year later, and Lex was officially Alexa (Your Last Name)-Bueckers. The paperwork was done, the name change finalized, and she couldn’t stop beaming when she saw it printed on her new school ID.
Everything was perfect—until Lex’s biological father, the one who had never been there, decided to crawl out of whatever hole he’d been in for the past decade.
And it all started with Paige’s radio interview.
Paige had just finished practice when she called me. “Babe,” she started, a little breathless, “I might’ve said something on the radio that’ll make headlines.”
I sighed, setting my phone between my ear and shoulder as I stirred dinner. “What’d you do now, Bueckers?”
“Well, the host asked about Lex,” she admitted. “And I kinda… called her my daughter. Like, really emphasized it.”
My stirring stopped. “Okay?”
Paige huffed. “I mean, I meant it, obviously. But I think it’s gonna be everywhere.”
I smiled. “Good. Let people know.”
That was the thing about Paige. She never saw Lex as anything less than hers. Not a stepdaughter, not just my kid—her kid.
The interview clip spread fast. In it, the host asked Paige what it was like being a WNBA player and a parent.
Paige, without missing a beat, said, “It’s the best thing in my life. I know she’s not biologically mine, but that doesn’t mean anything. Lex is my daughter. No paperwork or last name change will ever mean as much as what I already know in my heart—she’s mine.”
It was beautiful. It was perfect.
And it must’ve pissed off Lex’s deadbeat father, because suddenly, he was trying to be relevant again.
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He messaged me the next day.
“So I just heard my daughter got adopted. Funny how no one told me.”
I stared at my phone, a bitter laugh escaping. Now he cared?
I typed back.
“She’s not your daughter. You didn’t even sign her birth certificate.”
He shot back.
“That doesn’t mean anything. You had no right.”
That was all it took. I went into my files and pulled up every receipt—missed child support payments, medical bills I paid alone, birthdays he skipped, the list went on.
I sent it all in one long, damning message.
“You haven’t been in her life for a single second. You don’t get to be mad now just because a real parent stepped up where you never did. If you cared, you would’ve acted like it years ago.”
He left me on read.
Exactly.
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When I told Paige about it that night, she scoffed. “He doesn’t have a leg to stand on.”
I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I know, but I just hate that he’s even trying.”
Paige pulled me onto the couch, wrapping an arm around me. “He can try all he wants. It doesn’t change a thing.”
Lex popped her head into the room. “What doesn’t change a thing?”
Paige patted the seat between us, and Lex climbed up, curling into her side.
Paige kissed the top of her head. “That you’re my daughter. No matter what.”
Lex smiled, tucking into Paige’s shoulder. “I know that.”
I exchanged a look with Paige, and in that moment, I knew we’d won.
Not in a petty way—this was never about proving anything to a man who was never there.
It was about us.
Our family.
And nothing, no amount of bitterness or late attempts at relevance, could ever change that.
She was ours. Always.
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Hey! 👋🏼 Ty for taking the time to write such eloquent and inspiring fluffy works for us!
I'm a writer as well, and what I've read of yours (most of your marauders in the last 2 days 🫣) has scratched an itch I've had for inspiration! This is greatly appreciated!
I was wondering if you'd mind writing something for Gn!reader and poly!Wolfstar where one of them aren't well (a cold or flu perhaps?) and reader cares for them, convinced they won't catch whatever the other has. But, it inevitably happens anyway and then they're all miserable and help each other through it? Muggle AU or whatever you're comfortable with. :)
If not, no worries! I just love your writing style and it's refreshing!
Have a fantastic day!
Thanks for your request babe <33
poly!wolfstar x gn!reader ♡ 711 words
“Rem.” You kiss your boyfriend’s temple, trying to wake him gently. “Remus.”
He hums, a tired, croaky sound. His face turns further into the pillow.
“Sorry, lovely. Your soup’s going to get cold.”
Remus cracks an eyelid. “Oi,” he grunts. “Get away.”
You let out a breathy laugh, sitting up. “Gosh, you’re so sweet when you’re sick. Aren’t I lucky?”
“You’re going to be sick too if you’re not careful,” he says, though he scoots into an upright position against the pillows of the bed once he sees the soup you’ve made him sitting on the nightstand. You pass it to him. “Thank you, love.”
“Don’t mention it.” You lift your hand, brushing some hair aside to feel his forehead. “How’s your throat?”
As if reminded to do so, Remus makes a gravelly throat-clearing noise before blowing on a spoonful of soup. “Better, I think.”
You make a pitying sound, stroking your thumb over his temple.
There’s a tsk from behind. You turn to find Sirius carrying in a cup of tea. He levels you with a reproachful look.
“You’re begging to get sick.”
You roll your eyes. “I’m not.”
“S’what I told them,” says Remus.
“I never catch the flu,” you defend yourself.
“Just…” Sirius sets Remus’ tea down on the nightstand, taking you by the hips to pull you a few inches down the bed. “Let’s keep some distance from patient zero here. Not that I don’t love you,” he says to Remus with a saccharine smile, “because I do, but I don’t need to miss my work party on Friday because this one felt cuddle deprived.”
“Totally understand.” Remus slurps his soup.
You frown. “It’s nothing so wholly selfish as cuddle deprivation. If I wanted those, I could just get them from—” You’re cut off when a bit of phlegm gets caught in your throat. You clear it hastily. “From you.”
Sirius’ eyebrows have inched upwards. “No, I don’t think you could. You’re catching it already.”
“I am not,” you say, but you can’t help coughing a couple of times. “Sorry, there’s just something stuck in my throat.”
Remus groans. Sirius pins you with a glare.
“Get in the bed.”
Unfortunately, despite Sirius’ best efforts, Friday morning finds all three of you sniffling and foggy-headed, each too warm to tell if the others have a fever.
“Two blankets is plenty,” Remus reasons with Sirius.
“I’m freezing.”
“I’m sweltering.”
“I’m going to make tea.” You haul yourself upright, dragging one of Sirius’ three requested blankets with you like a cape.
“Oh.” Remus sounds hesitant. “I’m sorry, lovely, I ran us out of honey last night. I’ll go to the co-op.”
You try not to let your shoulders slump too obviously with disappointment. Or to curl up on the floor, or to start crying, or any of the things you’d really like to do.
“That’s alright,” you say. “I can just dissolve a cough drop in it. It’ll work the same.”
Sirius whines. “Baby, that sounds pathetic.”
“I’ll only be a few minutes.” Remus starts to rise. “We need more tissues anyway.”
“No,” you and Sirius say at the same time.
“The last time we let you go on an errand,” says Sirius, “we found you nearly passed out in the lift.”
Remus’ already flushed cheeks turn a deeper pink. “I did have all the groceries, though.”
“I’m calling James,” you announce.
“No,” Sirius and Remus chorus.
“Why not?”
“Lily said if we got him sick, she was going to take Harry to her parents’ and leave us to take care of him.”
“James invented the man cold,” Remus tells you, sniffling. “It would be awful.”
“Fine, then I’ll go to the store.”
“No, come here.” Sirius reaches for you, wrestling you back down onto the bed. His warm cheek presses to your clammy forehead. “I’ll do it, I’ll call James. We’ll just tell him to leave the stuff outside the door.”
“You know he’s going to want to come in,” says Remus, though he reclines against the pillows again with a relieved sigh.
“Yes, well.” Sirius sets his lips to your temple. “Better to risk a whiny James than one of you keeling over on the sidewalk, I suppose.”
“I did not keel over.”
“Hush, darling. You’re growing delirious.”
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I will Fall In love with you, over and over again
Paring: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: Spencer is clingy after prison, and you just want him to open up
Fluff and Hurt/Comfort
cw: Mentions of prison
A/N: My first time ever writing a fic so please be nice, and bear with me. Not Proof Read lol
Spencer was different, well that goes without saying. He had been imprisoned falsely for three months, he didn’t even want to tell you what was happening with him. He was broken. But he knew one thing, he could never hurt you, not you, not the one light in his life. Before Spencer was fairly independent, he wasn’t huge on physical touch, but he didn’t mind it, he just never really initiated it. But now he’s attached to you. Emily made him take a few months off of work, and ever since he got home he’s been like a puppy, always with you. He wants you next to him at all times. He’s always asking to cuddle, always kissing you like it’d be the last time, and he learned how to text better just so he could text you every half hour at least while you’re working. You want to help him, you want him to be honest, tell you what happened, communicate, and let you help. But he never could, he couldn’t taint you, couldn’t risk dampening your light.
It all came to fruition one night. You had just gotten home, and like a moth to a flame Spencer ran to greet you, enveloping you in his arms immediately, like his life depended on it. “Mm, missed you” he mumbled, “felt like you were gone forever.” “It was just an eight hour work day, we’ve been apart longer” you said teasing him, trying to get him to dig into why he’s been so desperate for love lately. “I know.” He waited until you got your shoes and coat off before leading you to the couch, sitting down and gently pulling you down so you could be right up against his side. “How was work? I missed you, I think we need to take a vacation-” He started rambling as soon as you sat down, only stopping when he saw the distressed look on your face. “What's wrong love?” “You hate vacations, you say hotels are germ breeding grounds and that you spend enough time in them as it is.” You look at him and adjust so you’re face to face with him, grabbing his hand. “Can you talk to me, Spence? And I mean talk to me, I need to know if you’re okay, you’ve been acting so different-” “I was in prison love, of course I’m different.” “Well I know, but you haven’t been acting the way the therapists predicted you would.” “Have I ever acted in a way anyone could predict?” He said smiling, trying to lighten the mood. “Spence, I’m serious, I’m worried and you won't talk to me, you’re just always trying to make sure I’m okay, when it should be the other way around. You went through something, not me.” He sighed, “I know, I know I went through something, but I can’t let anything ruin this. You’re all I have left, the only thing I have in my life that I know will never hurt me- not that you’re a thing- sorry I’m not saying this right. All I know is that I can’t risk showing you that I’m broken, you might leave, I’m not the man you knew.” He looked as if he was about to cry. You couldn’t stand it, you kissed him gently, he responded quickly, tenderly kissing you back. “You’re not going to scare me away Spencer. I love you, I don’t love the man you think you should be, I love the man you are. No matter who that is right now. You can always talk to me, always.” You whisper against his lips, before leaving a trail of kisses from his lips to his ear to whisper, “you can trust me.” He swallowed firmly, starting to cry, your heart broke. “I know that logically, obviously I know that, I trust you, I love you. There’s just that part of my brain that says you’ll leave, you’ll see that I’m not worth it.” “You are worth it Spencer, you’ll always be worth it.”
He started crying harder, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his tears staining your shirt. “I guess, I just don’t want to be apart from you anymore. I spent three months only being able to see you from behind a glass wall, never being able to touch you. I never thought I’d miss just holding your hand, how warm you are. And now that I’m back, I just need to be near you, I need to know you’re there, that you're here with me. And it feels like the only way to do that is to be your perfect man” He sobbed into your shoulder, hugging you tighter. “Hey, hey, I am here. And you are my perfect man, no matter what, or how long we’re apart, you’ll always be that guy.” You start running your fingers through his hair. “And how about this? I’ll take time off of work, but instead of going on a germy vacation, we stay here. We’ll have Doctor Who marathons, watch romcoms, make popcorn, and never leave this apartment unless we need to get something.” You suggested this with a grin, “I’d like that, I’d love that.” He pulled away and kissed you gently, putting his hands on your face. “I’ll call my boss in the morning.” And you laid there, just the two of you, for what felt like an eternity.
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Intimate
What are they like in bed
Author: Maybe obscenity, I'm not writing for the first time, but I clearly have little experience, so I apologize in advance 😅
• Despite his formidable appearance and strength, he knows how to control himself. He is not one of those who act thoughtlessly - he studies her reactions, remembers what makes her freeze and what - relax. But if he is provoked, patience can quickly run out and then he becomes much more assertive, leaving her no opportunity to dictate the pace.
• His hands, accustomed to weapons, can be surprisingly careful. He does not allow himself to be abrupt, unless she herself wants it. But if the day turned out to be difficult, he can be more demanding, not giving her a break until he is sure that she completely belongs to him at this moment.
• He doesn't say too much, but his glances, quiet exhalations, restrained breathing say more than any words. However, in particularly sensual moments his voice becomes low, hoarse, almost velvety. And if he says something, it will be something short, but incredibly chilling to the point of goosebumps.
• Quick sex is not his thing. If he surrenders to sensations, then completely. There is nothing more important at this moment. Sometimes he demands the same from her - that she be here, only with him, only for him.
• Even after everything, he stays close. He does not leave, does not turn away, does not leave her alone. He will cover her, press her closer, run his hand through her hair. This is not just a habit - it is an instinct. Even in such moments, he continues to protect her, even if there is no danger.
• As a scientist, he is used to analyzing everything, and this also applies to his beloved. He studies her reactions, remembers every little thing that makes her sigh or tense up, and uses it in the future. On the surface, he may seem reserved and unperturbed, but once they are alone, this restraint disappears. An amazing combination of unhurried confidence and deeply hidden fire awakens in him.
• Calm, deep, with light mocking notes, he can bring to trembling with just a couple of phrases. Sometimes he says something barely audible, almost in a whisper, to make her listen more attentively.
• Anaxa is not one of those who will simply follow the standard script. He loves to tease, provoke, test her patience, just to see how she will react. In moments of intimacy, this turns into a game of control and testing boundaries.
• He does not tolerate chaos, preferring that everything go as he has planned. In bed, too, he takes the lead, dictating the rhythm and the atmosphere, making her feel that he is in complete control of the process.
• Like a true scientist, he enjoys studying, reactions, nuances. Sometimes he deliberately slows down the pace, just to observe her emotions and test how far he can go before she loses patience.
• In everyday life, he may seem cold and reasonable, but when alone with her, he combines gentleness and control in such a way that it is difficult for her to predict what will happen next. Sometimes he will be affectionate and caring, and sometimes - almost mercilessly teasing, testing the limits of her patience.
• Although he will not say it out loud, he gets special pleasure if after a night with him she falls asleep with a slight smile on her face, completely exhausted. And at such moments, looking at her, he allows himself a rare warm smile, knowing that it is his merit.
• Phainon always pays attention to the emotions of his beloved. If she is tired, he will be gentle, slow, allowing her to completely relax. If he feels that she wants something bolder, he only smiles slightly and plays along. In moments of strong desire, he can unexpectedly show imperiousness, but always remains attentive to her reaction.
• For him, physical contact is not just desire, but a way to express love. He often touches her even outside the bedroom: lightly runs his fingers along her wrist, hugs her waist, straightens her hair. In more intimate moments, this is expressed even more strongly. He slowly studies her body, allowing her to get used to his touch, and always leaves kisses where her skin is especially sensitive.
• Phainon is in no hurry, but if he feels that she completely trusts him, he can take control into his own hands. At such moments, his voice becomes hoarse, and his movements become more confident. He is not prone to abrupt gestures, but his confidence makes everything that happens especially sensual.
• For him, her satisfaction is more important than his own. He watches her reactions, notices the smallest details. He likes to see how she reacts to his touch, and he will not stop until he achieves the desired result.
• After all this, he does not just turn away or fall asleep. He always stays close, covers her, presses her to himself, runs his fingers over her skin, memorizing every curve. Sometimes he whispers something in the Amphoraean language - perhaps words of affection or promises that he himself does not realize.
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