#i want to play with this but idk what to do with it

[gojosoups]

Late Night Treat ── teaser

gojo satoru x reader | 18+, modern au

Summary: Stuck at work after your deadbeat boyfriend forgets to pick you up from your overtime shift, you find yourself walking down the streets at midnight in your uncomfortable work clothes and 5-inch heels. Tired and frustrated, and your phone long dead, you stumble upon a remote gas station in search of help, where you meet a mysterious figure clad in all-black leather, refueling his motorcycle at an ungodly hour.

Pairing: biker! gojo satoru x reader

Warning/tags: 18+, smut, slight angst, modern au, female reader, strangers to one night stand or moree, cheating, reader has a dead beat bf, jealousy, use of vulgar language, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband!, [more tags tba]

a/n: this was sm fun to write, also idk shit about bikes.. I just picked wtv bike google told me LMFAO. art credits to @/uruyuuu.

Who said walking home alone in a pair of 5-inch heels was an easy feat? No one, that's who. Because what sane person would walk down the scummy streets of downtown at an ungodly hour when all buses and subway stations are closed and not a single taxi is in sight?

Fuck work and fuck your promotion. 

All you want right now is to be under your warm blanket, with a glass of wine and some shitty Netflix series playing in the background.

Oh and fuck your deadbeat of a boyfriend too—probably too busy gooning off to some low-quality hentai to pick up your call, leaving you stranded at work while you're freezing your ass off.

Shutting your phone off after the 5th missed call, you shove it into your purse, probably getting lost in the mess of paperwork and pens, cursing his name under your breath.

You continue your trek, walking along the unsteady gravel road, each step bringing you closer to a sprained ankle, but honestly, you didn’t have enough energy to care. 

And if your situation couldn't get any worse—you were lost. 

The buzzing of fluorescent lights pulls you out of your inner turmoil. Snapping your head and somehow managing not to give yourself whiplash, you find a rundown gas station barely five feet away. 

Everything about this screamed “BAD IDEA!!”

But you were running out of fucks to give.

Ankles aching, you near the gas station. The neon sign of the gas station buzzing and flickering, with a few missing letters, renaming it as “G— Stat—n.”

You swear you almost saw a comically large tumbleweed rolling down the road. 

Somehow, you manage to haul your ass to the deserted gas station, your brows furrowing as you see a stranger pumping gas into his Yamaha YZF-R1—a sleek black bike accented with deep blue—under the flickering neon sign.

Well, at least you know how you're getting home now.

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[eeva-the-odd-thing]

1: no

2: my girlfriend

3: of course i do

4: yes

5: taken & closed

6: swordfight in fursuit, and i get stabbed ine abdomen and slowly bleed to death next to my opponent

7: sausage egg & cheese sandwitch

8: not officially, but i played badminton during gym ig

9: yep, not too often but yeah

10: i don't think ive ever been in a physical fight

11: yes, my wonderous girlfriend :3

12: nope

13: yes, i always am hating at least one person always

14: my wonderous girlfriend :<

15: 4 whole cats

16: bored and depressed

17: unfortunately no

18: nope

19: yes oh my god yes

20: what does snogged mean tf

21: play webfishing

22: nonono absolutely not. Zero 0 none

23: i want ear piercings, bot nothing else really

24: Mathematics. I'm so good at math and understanding mathematical concepts.

25: yes

26: human connection. Just to like have a convo with people

27: nope

28: nope

29: nope

30: my father

31: yesss

32: pastel pink

33: not really. I trust people too easily, does that count?

34: dont remember

35: my father

36: i dont think so

37: for me, forgetting. I will always remember that someone did something to me i just wont remember what

38: NO! fuck no holy shit

39: 15

40: nope

[Skip 10 numbers bc why not ig]

51: sushi

52: depends on what you define as a reson.

53: talked to me awesome mutual

54: nope

55: sometimes

56: zero

57: yes :3

58: fall weather idk

59: yesss

60: yeah!

61: not cute, but i like it

62: my wonderous and beautiful girlfriend :3 and also being myself and also hanging out with people i like

63: no, i like eeva

64: no, it would be easy actually:3

65: discuss with my gf if we could try being in a polycule, if she doesnt want to i would politely tell this friend that i am in a closed relationship with my gf, and that they could still be my bff if they wanted

66: yeah

67: whats with the opposite sex questions. Uh anyway my dad

68: i dont know

69: no

70: no, im too afraid of death to sacrifice myself for once person

These weren't horrible questions, these were very normal icebreakers except for a few. Horrible question post 0/70

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[woozinhos]

love love love you work!! 💗 im always looking forward to it every time 🤣🫢

and pls,if you can help me to close all the gym in the world because why the hell is Cheol's chest so big???😭 im so sick of his big chest and......idk what else is big, but his tits are pulling me to him like...??? imagine sucking it until he's moaning mess,until he's crying, leaving ALOT of hickeys he cant even wear sleeveless top bcause of how obvious the hickeys looks on him 😔✨️💭

Appreciation || Choi Seungcheol

Notes: forgot to start using titles so here you go made this request into a little drabble! Do you guys want part 2?

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Seungcheol steps out of the shower, his body still damp from his workout. He grabs a towel and starts to dry off, but stops when he sees you standing in the bathroom, looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What are you up to?" he asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

You smile and saunter over to him, running your hands over his chest. "I just wanted to give you some appreciation," you say sweetly. "You've been working so hard lately." Seungcheol chuckles and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. "Oh really? And what kind of appreciation did you have in mind?"

You point to his chest, specifically at the area where his heart is. "Right here," you say, your fingers tracing over the defined muscles. "I want to leave some marks on you." Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your request. "Marks, huh? You're feeling possessive today, aren't you?"

Seungcheol leans back against the wall, a smirk on his face as he watches you. "Go ahead then," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "Mark me up." You lean in and begin to kiss his chest, leaving a trail of gentle kisses across his skin. You can feel his heartbeat under your lips, steady and strong.

As you move down to his pecs, you start to nibble and suck on the skin, leaving small red marks in your wake. You can feel Seungcheol's breath hitch as you lick his nipples, and he lets out a soft moan. "Mmm, Y-N..."

He tangles his fingers in your hair, his grip tightening as you continue to tease him. "You're playing dirty," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. You smile against his skin, enjoying the effect you're having on him. You take one of his nipples into your mouth and start to suck on it, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud.

Seungcheol groans and arches his back, his head falling back against the wall. "Fuck, that feels good," he mutters, his eyes fluttering closed. "Don't stop." You oblige, tracing your fingers over his abs as you continue to suck on his nipple. You can feel the hard muscles twitch under your touch, and you can't help but marvel at his physique.

Seungcheol's body is a work of art, and you take your time exploring every inch of it. You move lower, leaving a few more hickeys on his stomach before dropping to your knees in front of him. You look up at Seungcheol, your eyes meeting his as you place your hands on his thighs. He's watching you intently, his breathing ragged and his cock hard and standing at attention.

"You're so beautiful like this," he says, his voice thick with desire. "On your knees for me." Seungcheol lets the towel fall to the floor, leaving him completely naked in front of you. You admire his toned body, your eyes roaming over every inch of him. He takes a step closer to you, his cock brushing against your face. "Open your mouth," he commands.

[heeluvv]

Any thoughts on how Jay acts when he’s jealous of another guy trying to flirt w his girl?

idk about y’all but this is def the way i’d picture him jealous 🙇🏻‍♀️(short little drabble)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ␥

pairing ⋮ park jongseong x reader

genre ⋮ angst (?), smut

warnings ⋮ dom! jay, p in v, unprotected sex, etc.

natty’s notes ⋮ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

when jay gets jealous, it’s not the quiet, brooding type of jealousy—it’s sharp, unforgiving, and dangerously possessive. he doesn’t sit back and watch while some guy tries to flirt with you. he doesn’t give you space to handle it on your own. no, the second he sees another man getting too close, speaking to you in a way that makes his blood boil, his entire demeanor shifts.

his jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as his hands curl into fists at his sides. his patience is razor-thin, and he’s not in the mood to play games. he doesn’t wait for you to push the guy away—he steps in without hesitation, closing the space between you and the other guy in an instant.

“the fuck do you think you’re doing?” his voice is sharp, cold, carrying an authority that makes the air feel heavier. his hand grips your wrist, pulling you away from the guy with a force that’s just shy of rough, his body immediately replacing yours as a barrier.

his glare is deadly, pure ice, and when the guy tries to stammer out some excuse, jay just scoffs. “don’t waste your breath. you knew she wasn’t available, but you tried anyway. that’s pathetic.”

he doesn’t need to throw a punch to put fear into someone—his words alone, the venom laced in them, are enough to cut deep. but if the guy still doesn’t get the message, still lingers too long, jay won’t hesitate to get physical. a firm shove to the chest, a low growl of, “walk away before i make you,” is all it takes for the idiot to scramble.

but jay’s anger doesn’t die down so easily. even after the guy is gone, his grip on your wrist remains tight as he pulls you into a secluded corner, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

“why the fuck did you let him get that close?” his voice is low, seething, his fingers still wrapped around you, possessive and firm. “were you enjoying the attention, huh? you like letting guys think they have a chance?”

he’s fuming, his jealousy bubbling over into frustration, and he’s not about to let you off easily. his fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his heated gaze.

the second you’re alone, jay doesn’t waste a single second—doesn’t even wait until you’re home. he takes you right there in his car, the tension from earlier snapping the moment he yanks you into his lap. the air is thick, heavy with lust and frustration as he forces you down onto his cock, stretching you open without hesitation.

“you fucking loved it, didn’t you?” he growls, voice rough with jealousy as his fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. his grip is firm, dominant, the sting of his fingers in your scalp only adding to the heat pooling in your stomach.

his hips snap up, thrusting into you so hard the car rocks with every movement. the windows fog up instantly, the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the small space, mixing with the filthy moans spilling from your lips.

“f-fuck, jay!” you cry out, your back arching as his grip on your hair tightens.

his dark eyes bore into you, his jaw clenched tight, the veins in his arms bulging as he slams into you harder, deeper—like he’s trying to fuck the memory of that other guy out of your head, like he’s trying to remind you exactly who you belong to.

“i should’ve fucked you in front of him,” he growls, his words dripping with possessiveness. “should’ve made him watch how fucking ruined you get when you’re taking my dick—” his thrusts grow sharper, faster, each one sending shockwaves through your body, making your legs tremble. “—is that what you want? huh?”

your head is spinning, your nails digging into his shoulders as his pace becomes relentless. your walls tighten around him, your body teetering on the edge, completely at his mercy.

then—smack.

his free hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you yelp before it melts into another desperate moan. his palm meets your skin again, slapping in perfect sync with his ruthless thrusts, the heat blooming across your flesh.

“who owns this pussy?” his voice is all gravel, raw and dominant as he pistons into you, refusing to let up.

“you! fuck—you, jay!” you sob, your body trembling as you cling to him, barely able to form words between ragged breaths.

his smirk is dark, feral. “that’s fucking right.”

he leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “i’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, the only thing imprinted in your pretty little brain is me.”

and with the way he’s fucking you—relentless, unyielding, like he’s got something to prove—you know he means it.

natty’s notes ⋮ he’s so fine like yes jay ruin me pls 😩 hoped you enjoyed!

[melanchoire]

g!p drunk karina idk if i asked this alr i forgot or maybe not

this is the first time you ask this anon!!

cw: alcohol, breeding, creampie, riding.

from the beginning you knew that accepting the invitation to the program on lee youngji’s youtube channel was a bad idea when you knew that you’d have to go with karina

she had already attended that show in 2023, but that episode was so chaotic. karina was the only idol who touched her plate of food during the video, and yet, not even when her mouth was full of food did she shut up or stop being so loud and noisy 😮‍💨 and when youngji gave her a compliment and she replied “stop lying. you say that to all the female idols.” you didn’t know whether to call it having bad temper or an unbearable attitude

and so it was! that day, it seemed like karina and youngji were competing to see who could playfully flirt with you, giving you sudden compliments and most of them were very unnecessary or stupid honestly

youngji giving you more alcohol than she should 😭 none of the idols who attended got drunk, rather tipsy or something looser, but you and karina? according to youngji’s words, it was a single bottle of soju, but you swear that every time the bottle was about to run out, the moment you looked away from it and back at the drink, it magically appeared full again 🤨 but she said you were probably just being a lightweight with a bad memory and your brain was playing tricks on you

and coming home was a complete horror 💀 both you, but especially karina, were too drunk to be able to use your phones and order a taxi or call the manager 😭 youngji having to take care of that on her own, pretending to be oblivious to the reason why you two seemed so affected by alcohol when supposedly all three of you ingested the same amounts of alcohol, when she was always focusing on talking more to avoid drinking too much and letting you be the ones who drink the most drinks

having to help karina get into the taxi because she was too drunk that she couldn’t get into the car and almost hit her forehead because apparently she forgot that to get into a car you have to bend down a little and lower your head

the way home being complete silence 😶‍ you feel the driver’s gaze on you at all times, his eyes meeting yours through the rearview mirror was something impossible to ignore 🤐 that old man probably thought you were two idiots who went out with their friends and drank until they got drunk…

karina leaned against the car door, looking through the window with an expression that made it abundantly clear that a part of her was no longer here… but what dominated your thoughts the most was you praying inside that she doesn’t feel nauseous or throw up in the taxi car 😣 it would be too much embarrassment for your own good

upon arriving at her apartment building, you pay the driver and get out of the car with her in record time, you were longing to get home and lie down in your bed, your body longing for that much–loved rest that the next morning would take its toll on you with a terrible hangover

helping karina walk to the elevator by putting your arm around her torso, but luckily, at least she wasn’t pushing her weight against your side because you weren’t strong enough to carry her

but she changes completely when she gets to the door of her apartment?!?!? you innocently thought that maybe the effects of the alcohol were slowly wearing off... how naive of you!

you sit on the couch with your phone in hand, ready to order another taxi so that this time you can be the one to head home

“what are you doing?” you didn’t hear karina’s footsteps when she approached you, much less did you feel when she sat on the couch next to you too close

“uhm, trying to hail a cab home.” “you’re not going anywhere.”

you look at her with a frown, not understanding what the problem is with wanting to go home after a long and tiring day

“it‘s not safe for you to go home in this state. i mean, you’re a little drunk and it wouldn’t be very polite of me to leave you alone in this state. besides, the driver might try to take advantage of it.”

her words would have been sweeter and showed her concern for you if it weren’t for the fact that her hand is resting on your thigh and dangerously close to your inner thigh, sliding up and down as her head rests on your shoulder with her face almost hidden in the crook of your neck

and you would say something at the sudden and very close touch if it weren't for the fact that she doesn’t let you react and suddenly kisses you

you would object to this but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted for a long time to be this close to your dear leader... but please! she’s the whole combo. that pretty face with pronounced and sharp features that looks good even without makeup. that body… at first, it seemed a little absurd when fans were so obsessed with the term “body goals” or always talking about the artists’ bodies, but god, when you started going to the gym or practicing and rehearsing choreographies for comebacks or performances at awards ceremonies with karina, your mouth watered every time karina wore tight shirts or something that accentuated her chest 👀 and when she wore leggings or sweatpants? it was more than a difficult task for you not to have your eyes glued to the notorious outline of her dick 😣 you felt like a pervert having your gaze glued to your leader’s crotch every time you saw the tent in her pants, almost immediately taking your eyes off her and hoping that if anyone noticed they would think you were just staring at a blank spot or just not focusing your gaze

you don’t remember exactly when you went from just kissing karina on the couch in her apartment to being on her lap riding her cock... but you weren’t complaining!

based on her blurry eyes and lazy grin you can’t exactly tell what she’s concentrating on right now… maybe she was paying attention to the vulnerable look on your face, noticing the frown and grimace you were trying to hide due to you having some difficulty getting used to the size of your leader ☹️ or maybe she was admiring the way your hips moved against hers and how your pussy was having some trouble taking her length completely because look at her! she’s definitely big and just by looking at her face you know it 😉 and the way your tits were bouncing under your shirt? that was something that had caught karina’s gaze and had taken her full attention, if it were up to her, she wouldn’t have hesitated twice to tear the fabric from your skin and let your bare breasts jiggle in front of her face or even bury her face between them and entertain her mouth for a while… but karina’s hands were too busy resting on your thighs and massaging your skin, occasionally rising to sit on your hip bones and guide your movements, or even go down to your ass and give your cheeks a couple of slaps until they have bright red finger marks and then massage the skin to make sure you’re not so sore afterwards because she’s not that mean!

she’s sooo cocky about it. “having a hard time up there? c’mon baby, i know you can take it. do it for unnie.” and she digs her fingers into your hips as she moves her own hips up to meet yours and thrust into you 😵‍💫

and she absolutely loves it when your orgasm starts to get closer and you lose control completely, going from having your hands on her shoulders to wrapping your arms around her neck and pressing your chest against hers as you lose complete control as you ride her 🥴

and karina is not mean or selfish at all! massaging your clit with two of her fingers in a rhythm that drove you crazy, whispering taunts mixed with compliments in your ear and looking at you with glossy eyes and a smug smile… she really enjoyed it when you came on her cock at the same time as she filled your womb with her seed! 🥰 keeping her cock inside your pussy to make sure she keeps it all inside you until your walls absorb it completely and not even the smallest drop dares to escape

your limp body resting on top of karina’s because riding her took all the energy out of your body and the alcohol was starting to take its toll on you and you were starting to feel dizzy 💔

luckily, karina unnie is always here to take care of her members, especially when it comes to her favorite member ❤️ running a hand through your hair, brushing away the loose strands that stuck to your forehead from the thin layer of sweat covering your body, giving you a kiss on the crown of your head and massaging your back

but karina was in a much worse state than you, even if you don’t believe it! it was enough to leave you lying on her bed for her body to fall on the mattress as if she had no life

and well, the next day is a different story. waking up with karina hugging you from behind, her chest pressed against your back and murmuring a ‘good morning.’ in a deep and raspy voice 😵‍💫 she offers you to shower with her because according to her words it’s late and you have less than an hour to get ready and go to the company, and well, for one or another reason you two end up having a quickie in the shower, karina pressing your chest against the cold tiles of the wall and fucking you from behind with her hands having an almost tearing grip on your waist and growling in your ear 🤤

arriving at practice with an unbearable hangover and pain in your hips that you try to hide but it’s difficult when you have to do a movement that requires too much effort in that area… the members know that you did nothing but sit and drink with youngji yesterday, but none of them dare to comment on what their unnies do in their free time together

[dykepuffs]

This is why we can't leave the Disgusting Fantasy Havers out in the cold too.

Cut because this is a long rant and maybe people don't want to see it and if I wasn't on mobile I would have spawned this off into its own post sorry.

(I am deliberately picking an unpleasant, ugly, disgust-provoking topic, to prove the point, don't assume you know what I personally am into from this!) Because;

"They write stories about UNDERAGE and NONCON, so I bet they are real life child abusers, they should get the rope!" Being said about people who have never been near a child and have never shown any interest in them, can easily become-

"Him and his partner RP as Icky Daddy and Spoilt Stepson, and they're really *realistic* about it, they should get the rope!" Which becomes:

"Him and his partner call each other Daddy and Boy, you know what that means REALLY, they should get the rope," which becomes:

"Those two have an age gap, and the younger one dresses in cute bright colours and the older one is all serious, they're totally doing age play shit, they should get the rope." which turns into:

"Those two might be the same age, but when we raided their house we found a cuddly toy on the bed, which suggests they do ageplay, they should get the rope."

Which gets reported as "Local paedophiles evicted in raid, paraphernalia confiscated." Everyone is relieved when they get the rope.

When someone has already decided that queerness is quasi-incest (All the late-c20th horror over the concept of lesbian feminists calling each other Sister!), is unnatural, is always-coercive (because the Queer must have preyed on the Confused), they will always be able to make you - yes, you, your milquetoast vanilla bean relationship- look like abuse, and like the worst kind of abuse, the kind you should be hanged for. And anyone who defends you or says "oh hold on I don't think that's really proportional..." will also be called the worst kind of predator (after all... they're showing excessive sympathy for groomers and sickos... going out of their way to say these freaks aren't evil when idek i just think some fantasies are evil! Being horny about something harmful and gross doesn't make it morally neutral... seems sus idk idk...)

If you and your partner rent a house together, they will say one of you must have coerced the other by trapping them financially. If you met at school, the elder one corrupted a minor (That two month age gap is a lot to a seventeen year old who was just finding their way in the world!). If you met at a bar, you tricked them when they were too drunk to evaluate the risk. If you care for your disabled partner, you're sexually preying on a poor cripple... Or the devious deformed degenerate has perverted the natural caring urges of an innocent helper into something sexual and sinister. If you're in a long-term relationship it's a sign of incorrigible and unrepentant deviance, and if you are single it was only a matter of time before you preyed on an innocent passer-by.

Do not trust. ANY. Arrests for public indecency. Honestly, don't trust any arrest at all, the state isn't your friend and the carceral apparatus isn't "good" when it happens to chew up a murderer or an abuser, because those are just the seasoning that gives it license to also chew up all the "deviants" that are stumbling blocks for the project of fascism.

If they do start rounding queers up it won’t be with the gestapo, but the police, and the crime won’t be written down as being queer, but public indecency, the indecency being queer in public, but that’s the quiet part no one will say out loud.

[orimuraa]

All I need is you on my side - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆dating gamer enhypen ⨾

۶ৎ gamer!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆kisses, headcanons┆wc 1.1k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: idk why but i really love this idea so i hope it turned out okay 😭 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated 💗

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

let's get this straight

we all know hee is a big gamer nerd

so i feel like he would be the type of boyfriend who really loves having you on his lap while he plays

he's a streamer so the days where he decides to keep his camera off, he likes to have you with him

if he's yelling too loud into your ear, he will immediately mute and start apologizing

heeseung would be a bit anxious at first to let his fans know about you because he's worried about hate, but his fans are all super supportive of you guys

when he kisses you on stream, the chat goes wild, telling you two to "get a room"

gamer hee is overall so happy to have you by his side and he loves you very much

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

at first, jay would be very hesitant about letting his fanbase know a lot about him, but he later on grows to realize that his fans are all so supportive of him

so that's when he will start bringing you into streams if you're comfy

it started with a late night stream where you were bundled in the big white comforter, sitting on the bed and watching your boyfriend play when his chat noticed you

they kept spamming the chat with "who's the cutie behind you?" or "jay can pull?" or "jay, i love you, but i'm gonna steal that girl from you"

it made jay chuckle once he realized what was going on and so he muted himself before asking if you wanted to say hi

he slowly introduced you and said you were his amazing girlfriend (to which you blushed very hard at) before letting you go with a kiss on the cheek

his whole chat went wild and jay made a mental note that he'll include you more

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

just like hee, jakey here is a huge gamer as well

he's just so grateful for his fans so he loves being super open and honest with them

so, with your permission, jake will tell them about you and maybe even bring you onto stream sometimes

while jake is gaming, you're usually bundled up on the bed watching him or falling asleep

jake tries very hard not to wake you but if he happens to shout too loud, he'll immediately cup his hand over his mouth before rushing over to you, lulling you back to sleep with his magical kisses and small apologies

you often times just admire jake when he streams, not paying any attention to the game but more on how amazing and handsome your boyfriend is

oh! alsoo, his chat may or may not love you more than him >o<

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

i'm going to be very honest right now, i do not believe that sunghoon's fans found out about you via a gaming stream

i feel like it would be one of those "building furniture from ikea, come watch me suffer" types of streams and sunghoon would just casually be answering Q&A's when someone asks if he had a gf

he would smirk before nodding and saying "i do indeed, chat. would you like to meet her?" and then rush to go ask you if you wanna say hello

but besides that, he would actually start playing less violent games because of you

he would start an animal crossing stream in the mix of all his COD or whatever streams, knowing that you would come running to play animal crossing with him

sunghoon's happiest when he sees you enjoying something he treasures a lot and he especially loves teaching you how to play certain games

and we can't forget the teasing <3

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

i lowkey think that sunoo would just stream and play things like zelda breath of the wild, animal crossing, or stardew valley

he's just a chill guy <3

so often times, he'll have you in his lap when he streams and plays his chill games

his chat is always happy to see you there and while sunoo is focused on gaming, you interact with the chat and get to know them better

you sit in the comfortable silence, the clicking of his keyboard and the hum of his pc being the only noise

you like to think that other people find the comfort in sunoo's streams just like you do

coming home after a long day and then being able to just relax with sunoo as he games, giggling when you read the things his chat says

yeah...he's your definition of comfort streamer

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon is naturally very protective of you and so when he introduced you to his chat and fans, he made sure that they were very respectful to you and he would spend hours scrolling through comments, reporting any hate

he does love having you with him while he streams though

seeing you interact with his chat while he plays games with his friends always makes him smile

his chat names him "#1 y/n simp" because one time, he thought he turned off the camera but he must've missed because his whole audience saw him get up and shower you in kisses before going back to his game

he was definitely trending on sns the next day

not to mention, won also loves showing you off though

like i feel like he's the type to playfully be like "i have a gf and you don't" in a teasing manner

but despite this silliness, he locks in on the games when needed, knowing you understand

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

ni-ki would definitely be the type to start out by not showing your face on streams for privacy, but letting his chat know that you exist

but you soon realized that you wouldn't mind being on stream and so the day he revealed you, his chat went crazy

they all love you a lot and they adore seeing you on ni-ki's lap as he games

you're like his cheerleader

you have no idea what's going on in the game but you will clap for him every time you're sure something good happened

if you reward him with a kiss, he'll turn very red and shy before scolding his chat for spamming "simp"

ni-ki can be very noisy when he games sometimes so you have to remind him to keep it down a bit

his apology is a bunch of kisses and a couple whispered apologies

he's tough on stream but only you can bring out the softer side of him, making the chat love you even more

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @miukidoll

[caliburn-the-sword]

hey pals, i actually REALLY don't like the dragon games lineup

like... this is just so random. it doesn't fit. i don't like this. if ever after high didn't solely exist to market dolls, these are the students that i can see playing in the dragon games. but first, i wanna start with an explanation of why i'm removing who i'm removing from the lineup

the wonderlandians: i'm gonna be so fr, if scott morrison came to my hs and was like "yo guys i'm starting a basketball team" i am NOT joining that shit. and bro wasn't even incarcerated for poisoning the other country i have citizenship in OR idk stealing some other lady's job. he's just a prime minister that i don't really like. and i'm not a refugee. the wonderlandians on the other hand... yikes. they would NOT have played dragonball with the evil queen

the o'hair twins: now first of all, holly has expressed nothing but wanting to follow her destiny, which very much includes damselling and distressing. plus that hair is a fire hazard ;-; as for poppy, when i first watched dragon games i deadass thought that the twins ONLY got armour because they were just modelling what everyone else would get, and they wouldn't take part. especially because i think she'd be more concerned with maintaining the integrity of the armour and doing routine checks just making sure that a piece of equipment wouldn't become faulty and responsible for one of her friends or classmates getting injured

melody piper: what do you MEAN that this girl isn't emceeing the event?? she was born for that

who would actually play:

raven queen, for the exact reasons in the show

apple white, but only because the evil queen blackmails her

now, an argument could be made against darling charming, since she'd been working so hard before this point to maintain the whole "damsel in distress" thing she had going on since her parents were legacy book-thumping royals, however i think she would've been able to make the case to them "well daring is gonna marry apple one day so i think it's good for me to start getting along with snow white now since she's his future mother in law", plus everyone practically worships snow white

daring charming. bro has a DRAGON RIDING LICENSE. yet he wasn't on the field lmao

cerise hood. girlie is canonically a jock. she would live for dragon games. all she'd need to do is pin her hood to her hairline and she'd be fine

briar beauty because she's literally an adrenaline junkie. it's honestly more surprising that she WASN'T the first one to sign up. like make it make sense

i can see jillian beanstalk also joining since she's got that big ol sense of adventure

now, last spot is a bit of a tossup. i could probably see hopper croakington joining just to try to impress briar, or sparrow because it's "rock 'n roll". i'm leaning towards hopper slightly more since sparrow's whole thing is "i look out for the number one: me" or whatever and he's probably more afraid of dying than like. looking cool. especially because i actually don't think he does any hero classes or anything (just going off memory)

[butchhamlet]

#yeah yeah yeah yeah#i think in particular there's something political about the infantilization and the framing of hamlet's emotions as#childish and unreasonable which is that. they cannot acknowledge him as a man because if they did#then? by all rights? he's the son of the former king? he should be king now?#the picture of claudius and gertrude's Everything Is Fine And Normal And We Are A Happy Family insistence depends on#insisting that hamlet is still a kid. that hamlet is now claudius's son whom he graciously sees as his own (whom he has control over)#idk i was chewing on telemachus recently and it feels a little like there's a similar situation here#if the son of the former king is a boy then he's just an inconvenient attachment to the queen. if he is a man#then he is a threat. you know?#anyway what i mean is that yeah. i think shakespeare's portrayal of how everyone treats hamlet is deliberate#and his uncertain place as young/grown man feels important to understanding why he does what he does (via @cakemoney)

#‘shoved into the role of a teenager… not treated like an adult or allowed autonomy’ ya you hit that nail on the head there#to me it’s a play about family so hamlet’s role in that family as son as nephew as someone with less power an underling#is intrinsic to his character and the characters around him#like the order of succession is broken and he isn’t allowed to ascend as head of the family or as king#he’s trapped in limbo as someone who has outgrown this role but no one else can see that#hamlet (via @mistressaccost)

YESSSSSSSS. play where the personal is political. play where your shitty uncle isn't just your shitty uncle he's also the murderous king of your entire nation. play where being blocked from expressing autonomy is synonymous with being blocked from any chance of taking the throne whether you want to or not. play where getting chewed out by your parents because your mental health is annoying for them to deal with is an event that takes place in front of the entire royal court complete with usage of the royal we. i think of lear, because of course i do, where part of the issue is the king thinking that he can run a country and a family the same way, that the identities of father and king are inextricable even when he technically gives up the crown. i don't think that specifically is what the royal family in hamlet has going on but i can't put my finger on it--maybe the emphasis is less on familial and national structures coming unglued like in lear, and more about the family collapsing on itself being the catalyst for the nation doing the same?

i also think some of my hamlet takes/interpretations are somewhat inseparable from the fact that i read hamlet as at least fairly young, regardless of exactly how old he is, because the way the older characters in the play treat him resonates very deeply with my experience of being a mentally ill teenager. like, you know something is wrong, you know this thing you're experiencing (in hamlet's case, grief, but also the knowledge of the murder) is real and it's unimaginably painful and it might actually kill you, and yet not ONLY are the people around you telling you to just Be Normal and Get Over It, they are ALSO?? acting like everything is FINE?? they're walking around and living their lives like everything is perfectly normal and the same it's always been, and they're interacting with you like they expect you to live that way too, and at some point you inevitably hear the siren song of "just how much do i have to act out before they're FORCED to acknowledge it?" and then you put on an antic disposition and kill your situationship's dad, you know how it is.

this doesn't mean hamlet has to literally be a teenager. like, hell, you could have your thirtysomething hamlet and still lean into this reading, because it would be really compelling to highlight that a thirty-year-old hamlet is a fully grown adult being shoved into the role of a teenager/youth because the generation above him refuses to treat him like an adult or allow him autonomy. but i do think this is why hamlet as, like, Traditional Handsome Brooding Protagonist man almost always falls flat for me, because your average traditional handsome brooding protagonist man isn't being constantly infantilized, denied, ignored, told his emotions are meaningless, told he can't possibly be an authority on his own experience, etc. obviously some of this is stated in the text (particularly claudius's get-over-it speech), but in performance it falls flat for me if he's just stalking thirtyfiveishly around the castle as Some Guy Who Also Lives Here. no!!! they put that prince in the INCONVENIENT TEENAGER WE DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH box and you're gonna ACT LIKE IT

[captain-huggy-bear]

Listen idk what it his but Jack loves marking you up, but in a different way. Like leaving his hand print on your ass . He LOVES that

This was a thot and a half...18+ MDNI NSFW under the cut 👀 Warning: Jack's a lil' mean but in a way that you want him to be, still a loving baby, spanking as a 'punishment'. All consensual

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

You expect it, it's part of your plan to be perfectly honest. To give Jack an excuse to mark you up, to give him a reason to paint your arse red with his handprint after a long roadie filled with irritating losses. You don't even pretend to be surprised when he walks in, catching you bare with your fingers between your legs like he told you expressly not to do while he was gone.

You're not surprised when he takes a seat on the bed and drags you over his knee until your arse is in the air, one arm laying across your back so you can't squirm, the other smoothing over the skin of your cheeks, lulling you into what you know to be a false sense of comfort because you know you've been a brat and brats don't get rewards from Jack.

"You didn't listen to me, baby..." The soothing sensation of his palm across your cheek is gone, hand pulled back, pulled away as he scolds you as you try to squirm on his lap, "I told you not to touch yourself while I was gone and you couldn't." a sharp slap to your arse has you jolting, skin going red underneath his hand but not red enough, "Fucking." Another slap, harder this time, causes you to moan out across his knee, "Listen." A third slap reddens your cheek, his hand resting there, smoothing over the skin lovingly because despite it all Jack loves you and despite it all this is supposed to be good for you both. It's your trust and love in him that makes this possible, because you know if he really hurt you, if you really wanted to stop, he would without hesitation.

"'m sorry, Jacky..." It doesn't sound very apologetic, not when it's practically a whine, your hips squirming trying to find some sort of friction even if it's just the catch of his jeans on your clit. His other hand is there to stop you, pinning you still because you don't get a reward, not for touching yourself without him when he told you not to. Not when he was so ready to come home and treat you so soft and gentle after a week away, not when you've ruined that for him. Now all he wants is to mark you up, cover you in him in the best sort of way.

"Oh, you're sorry? It's too late for that, angel. Actions have consequences. Play stupid games, get stupid prizes." A quick succession of light spanks to the now sore skin of your arse reminds you what that stupid prize is, "You're going to count every slap to your ass until you get to 20 and if you stop counting, I'm restarting, understand?"

Truthfully it's not to punish you, you both know that. It's for him because Jack fucking loves leaving your ass red, loves the fact he can see his hand print there for days, that you wince whenever you sit because of him and you can't even deny that you love it too. It's why you're always breaking the rules, always such a brat when you could be good and do as you're told.

You nod your head so hard that from this angle it makes you slightly dizzy, but it's not good enough for Jack. A hard slap to your other arse cheek has you using your words, "I understand, Jacky, promise."

"Good, start counting."

Each slap is followed by you whimpering out a number; 1, 2, 3, and your arse is already red, the print of his hand starting to take shape, 4, 5, 6 and he's changing to the other cheek, your skin blisteringly hot from how much blood has surged to the area. 7, 8, 9, and 10, you're soaking between your legs, practically dripping down your thighs as his fingers drift to your centre, circling your slit just enough to have you moaning and writhing, but not enough to give you any true relief.

"You're such a fucking brat, this fucking wet for me? How are you supposed to learn, baby, when you're enjoying this?" He doesn't even have the energy to sound angry, the smirk so clear in his voice because fuck...this is what makes this so good. The fact he knows you're getting off on it as much as him, that as much as he is rock hard, straining against the zipper of his jeans, you're soaking. Slick wetting the leg of his jeans making it hard to not just stop. But, God, he needs to see his palm print red and blistering on both arse cheeks, needs to see you wince when you sit down tomorrow and he can't have that if he stops now.

"'m sorry, love you..." Tears are streaming down your cheeks, a whimpering whining mess at the feeling of Jack's fingers tapping against your clit, causing your nerves to jump and buzz, but giving you nothing more.

"I know, baby, but we're not done yet, 10 more to go til you've learnt your lesson. What sort of boyfriend would I be if I let you be a brat, mmm? You've got to learn, angel."

You nod because you know it's the best course of action, agreeing with him as he starts back up again. 11, 12, 13, and you know sitting will be awkward after this, but so worth it. 14, 15, 16 and Jack's palm print is clear across both your arse cheeks, it looks good, the red print that no one could mistake for anything else. His mark left on you, your flesh burning hot, your cunt pooling slick on his thigh, seeping through his jeans. 17, 18, 19 and you're squirming so hard you almost slip off his knee, but he's got you, pulling you back firm against him before delivering the final slap to your skin.

"There, that wasn't so bad, huh?" His palm is gentle now, soothing circles across your burning skin. Loving and gentle because even when Jack's 'punishing' you, he can't help it, can't turn that switch off in his head that wants to baby you, to look after you, to care for you.

"Please, Jack..." His name's a pretty little whine from your throat, that has him pulling you upright into his lap, hand resting around your neck, holding, gentle as he tilts your wet eyes to look at him.

"Please what, pretty girl?"

"Need you, please, missed you so bad." and well, who is he to deny you after you counted so pretty for him? Who is he to deny you when you wear his palm print like a pretty brand across your arse?

[babysfirsthaze]

can we get a part two to the “pent up..” ekko x reader, where round two goes down but reader allows ekko to do what he pleases and go as roughly as he wants. w a bit of after care?

Pent Up... (Ekko x Reader cont!)

Synopsis: part two of this fic, y'all have a round two. Things get rougher

Content: slightly less vanilla sex, porn no plot, fem!reader, p in v, praise, breath play, degradation if you squint, unprotected, nutting inside, cmon guys do better that's irresponsible, aftercare,

A/n: this is not that kinky...idk it's rougher than the first one. I'm so tired I had the first half of this sitting in my drafts 4 like 3 days I did not wanna finish it sorry if the ending is ass. Anon I love you thank youu 4 the request I hope you like it:>

"Round two?"

You groan is response, one hand coming lazily to run through his locs. "'S late, baby," but he's already placing warm, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, absolutely not listening. His dick nudging against your tummy, of course he hasn't gone soft. "C'mon. You wanted me to fuck you, yeah?"

Yknow, maybe you can go one more round.

You bite your lip, and he grins, moving up to place a single kiss to your forehead before shifting positions slightly. Kneeling on the bed again, he scoops your legs up and begins to manoeuvre you how he wants. You end up with your thighs pressed together, both knees hooked over one of his shoulders, and he's leaning over you, a hand planted on the mattress to hold his weight up.

Then Ekko sinks into you, groaning softly at the feeling. You mewl, and he tuts, covering your mouth with his palm. "'S late, baby," he echoes back at you, just a little condescending, as he begins to rock his hips into yours, "Don't be loud."

He muffles your whine with his palm, and bites back his own noises, pressing his forehead into your shoulder again. He fucks you a little harder, this time– you got what you wanted, now it's his turn. He's not a very rough guy but it feels good to pound into you a little every now and again. So he shifts his knees a little, to get a better angle, and begins to pump his hips into yours.

"Shit," he grunts, his nails digging slightly into your cheek. "Pussy feels so good, so fuckin wet. 'S that for me? Yeah, princess?" He doesn't let you respond, just pressing his hand over your mouth, you can make vague, incoherent sounds that he shushes absent-mindedly. He's more focused on how good you feel, how wet you get after an orgasm.

He mumbles something you don't quite catch about not waking anyone up, and then he moves his hand– the skin between his thumb and forefinger pressed against your nostrils, restricting your airflow. The feeling makes your eyes go hazy, makes you clench around him.

He notices.

Ekko looks up, releasing what's caused this change. "Oh, does that feel good?" He grins, and fucks you a bit harder, a bit deeper – not moving his hand, like he usually would would if he realised you couldn't breathe. He doubles down, digging his hand into your face. You moan.

"You little freak. You like that, huh?"

You nod, head hazy, and he groans appreciatively, suddenly pressing his pelvis forward yours till you're taking him fully, rutting his hips into yours. The sensations feel overwhelming, you're not gonna cum but your whole body is tingling. Then he's pounding into you again, releasing his hand and leaving you gasping for air.

"Ekko, Ekko, Ekko–" the way you whine his name under your breath has him twitching inside you, dick throbbing and weeping arousal. The things you do to him are insane. He bites at your shoulder a bit, tugging the skin lightly between his teeth, his breath hot and heavy against you. He wants to moan, to make some noise, tell you how good you feel– but he can't, and it frustrates him to no end. He pounds into you a little harder because of it, the sound of skin against skin being the loudest noise to come from the ordeal.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, nuzzling into you, his teeth releasing your skin. His head feels like it's spinning, he could get lost in the feeling of you if it weren't for your noises and your touch keeping him grounded in reality. It's all you, you, you, he's consumed by it.

You know Ekkos close because he starts to get just a bit rougher, hips rocking into yours like he might never get another chance. He presses his hand over your mouth again, muffling your moans, and digs his teeth into his own lip, pretty eyes pinched shut in pleasure. He keeps going for a few more moments, and his orgasm starts with his head before spreading down his body to pool in his stomach and spill outward.

"Good girl, baby," he's already mumbling as he ruts into you, although his actions don't get much gentler. He cooes at you, hips snapped against yours and hand restricting your airflow while he cums deep into you. "Fuck, love this pussy so much, feels so good...you like that, baby? Yeah? Fuck, my pretty girl, so pretty.."

His orgasm subsides and he takes a second to catch his breath, moving his hand to instead gently a stroke your face. He pulls out, his dick softening, and shifts you so you're layed comfortably on the bed, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Was that okay? Not too much?"

You shake your head and he nods, one hand gently going down to soothe your thighs, the muscles shaking and quivering a bit. It's not often Ekko gets rough with you, only when he gets carried away. But you like it, and he knows that, or it wouldn't happen.

"Hold me?"

He nods, shifting so you're scooped into his arms. "'Course, baby."

Published on 19/2/25 by babysfirsthaze on tumblr

[heavensoutofsight]

stay with me | b.e.

synopsis: when your emotions get the best of you, billie is always there.

word count: 1.2k

tags/warnings: a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, reader is implied to be socially anxious (just like me fr)

author's note: hello i am so sorry if maybe this short lil fic is boring but honestly this is really self-indulgent and what i fantasize about often as a stressed as fuck college student to be real and i just wanted to get it out of my mind 😞😞 idk if this will be comforting to any of you as well but if so i'd be glad :))) enjoyyy.

(divider cred: @/strangergraphics-archive)

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The second you stepped through your door, your feet began moving on their own, walking you toward a specific room in yours and Billie's home that was quickly becoming a place you spent more time in than your own shared bedroom.

Billie still went over to Finneas's place to work sometimes, but whenever she wanted to do some stuff on her own, she'd play around in her own studio at home. It wasn't perfect by any means, and she was still in the process of decorating the space and buying more equipment, but she had the essentials, and even though her little studio was still a new place she was already well acquainted with the space.

You were well acquainted with the area as well, because there was one thing you loved to do more than anything, and that was sit down on the little sofa in there and watch and listen your girlfriend work; which was exactly what you were desperately wanting to do as soon as you came back home from work.

Before you entered the studio, you could hear Billie recording some vocals, and for a few minutes you stood outside the door, listening carefully sporting a small smile. The stress of everything that happened at work and during the rest of the day was already leaving your body.

You gave a couple of small knocks before slowly entering the room, and upon hearing the door creak open, Billie swiveled around in her seat, her microphone still in her hand. The image of her, with her long hair framing her face and looking all cozy in an oversized shirt and simple sweats made your heart warm. To you, she was home personified.

A smile that stretched from ear to ear immediately appeared on her face as she greeted you. She stood up, meeting you eye-to-eye, wrapping her arms around your waist and giving you a quick kiss. She squeezed your waist ever so gently, pulling away and looking at you with pure affection in her eyes.

"How was your day?" She asked softly. You didn't immediately respond with a verbal answer; you simply sighed, leaning forward to rest your head on her shoulder, pulling Billie in closer. You inhaled the clean scent of her hoodie, which smelled like her perfume, a scent that very quickly became comforting for you.

"Exhausting." Was all you said as a response after a couple of minutes of silence, and Billie was quick to understand how you were feeling in the moment. You usually came home tired, but there were small things that you would do when you had a day that was a bit more intense than usual, and she could always pick up on those things. Everything about your body language in this particular moment told her everything she needed to know.

"Today must have been a lot, huh?" Billie asked you, although she already knew the answer. She moved her hands to around your shoulders, hugging you properly, while yours were now around her waist. Billie never minded embracing you for as long as you needed, and she even rubbed your back a little, the action further helping you relax.

"Yeah," you started, your voice quiet. "I just got so overwhelmed today and I couldn't get out of my own head and was feeling anxious the whole time and I just… wanted to be home and away from everybody." You spoke earnestly.

"I know, baby. I know. I'm so sorry today was rough." Billie said, sincerity in her tone. She pulled out of the hug, only so she could hold your face in her hands. She could see the tiredness in your eyes.

"Is there anything you need right now?" Billie asked. Whenever she could tell you were drained, she was always ready to provide you with anything you needed, be it food or a cuddle session on the couch; the simple gesture made you fall in love with her all over again. In this moment, though, there was only one thing on your mind.

"No, I don't need anything. Just you." You replied with a small, tired grin. Billie just nodded, returning the warm expression, leaning in to kiss you a couple more times.

"Okay, angel." She replied sweetly.

With that, you sat down on her little couch, as she sat back down in her swivel chair. She resumed working, and you immediately became transfixed, admiring the soothing sound of her voice and the beautiful snippets of music that she'd play from her speakers every now and then. There was nothing more calming to you than watching your girlfriend in her element, focused and working hard at her little desk.

Every now and then, she'd turn to glance at you, giving you a smile or blowing you a kiss, and every time a series of chuckles would escape you. If she ever had to get up to use the bathroom or grab a snack, she'd always give you a peck on the lips before leaving and she'd always ask you if you wanted her to grab anything while she was out. Her thoughtfulness only reminded you of why you chose to spend the rest of your life with her—you truly wouldn't have it any other way, especially on days like these.

In the comfort of her studio, you were away from the bustling, loud atmosphere that was your workplace. You didn't have to fake any more smiles or put on any carefully constructed masks. In Billie's presence, you could finally just be.

At some point, after many hours, Billie had found a stopping point, feeling satisfied with the progress that she had made. When she turned around in her seat to look at you, she noticed that you were lying down on the couch now, resting your head on a throw pillow, blinking slowly as you were adorably trying to fight sleep.

Billie immediately found herself walking over to you, kneeling down to be close to your face. She moved some hair out of your eyes, gazing at you fondly. You looked back at her, your eyes just barely cracked open.

"Hey, babygirl," Billie said, her voice just barely above a whisper. "Wanna go to the bed?"

After letting out a yawn, you nodded. "Mhmm." You replied sleepily, and Billie chuckled, kissing your cheek.

"Come on then, sleepyhead. I could use a nap myself."

You found yourself a bit reluctant to get off the couch, but you did eventually, grabbing onto Billie's hand and walking with her to your shared bedroom. The natural sunlight filling the room was enough, so she kept the lights off, and the two of you immediately crawled into bed atop the covers. You were still in your day clothes but you were far too worn out to give a damn. Billie definitely didn't care at all, happily pulling you in close.

Billie was behind you, taking the role of a big spoon, her arms wrapping around you comfortably.

The world knew Billie as a superstar; but in your modest little home, Billie to you was your everything, your safe haven, your future wife who'd you spend your last days on earth with.

"I love you so much." You suddenly heard Billie whisper. You smiled at the sound of her voice.

"I love you, too." You responded, melting into her.

(author's note pt. 2: need her to speak softly and gently to me irl so bad i'm crashing out 💔💔💔)

[averagepossumenjoyer]

"Tag nine people you want to get to know better" thing. (I'm not against such things, on the contrary, I would like more of them, I don't know, for some reason I've been very sociable lately.)

Tagged by: @macaron-jester

Favorite Color: Purple. It's always been purple. Idk why.

Currently Reading: "Five books of the lives, heroic deeds and sayings of Gargantua and his son Pantagruel". We are currently studying medieval literature in lectures, and I decided to start with this one from the whole list. But I like it and I didn't regret this decision at all. I think I'm going to be obsessed with medieval literature in the near future anyway, I think I'm going to be too interested in this topic the more I start studying it.

Last Song: Hush -- Deep Purple. It's been about an hour since I listened that song on my playlist, lol.

Last Movie: I watched a lot of movies during the holidays, but I remember that the last ones were "The Mask" and "Shrek the Third".

Last Series: Honestly, I'm not a fan of series just because I'm too lazy to watch them, although sometimes I really want to. But at the same time, I've often felt gusts of nostalgia lately and I've been watching some animated series because of the memories and the fact that they sometimes inspire me. "Adventure Time" was one of them.

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy: Sweet things can't be without savoury things, just as savoury things can't be without sweet things. They are complete opposites, but at the same time they exist in harmony. I can't choose one thing, I need this damn balance every day, sorry.

Craving: I usually don't eat for half a day, so when I get home, I'm ready to eat anything. But sometimes I think about cinnamon bun, garlic bread, or ciabatta. Or schnitzel with pickled cucumbers. Or about cranberries in sugar. I'm not picky about food.

Tea/Coffee: Once upon a time, I couldn't live without tea. Now I can't live without coffee.

Currently working on: That's where the fun begins. A comic that I plan to release either on October 31st or November 24th (I even thought about rescheduling it to December.). It's actually a long story, because I want to do it probably from 2021 or 2022, (I even have some kind of storyboard of some moments from then and one concept art or something like that. Actually, that's not all, there are more such things, it's just what I have access to now) but then I lacked the skills, 2023 was a big shock and disappointment for me, which caused me to be in a kind of stagnation for a long time, and in 2024 I may have recovered from that year, but I was just exhausted. I think this year I will finally create what I wanted and I will have to start in the near future to make it.

I'm currently making concepts for the main characters, and so far 3/8 of the main and minor ones are coming out. There are a lot more secondary characters as well as the main ones, but I can't show some of them in the way I would like. I can't post the finished part now because I want to show them all together.

Sometimes I open FL Studio, but for this I definitely need to catch the moment when some annoying melody starts playing in my head. A couple of days ago, I didn't have time to save that kind of the melody. But maybe I'll recreate it someday if I remember. I used to have a guitar and I could play the first half of "Killer Queen" before the chorus according to some tutorial. Basically, I'm just drawing, rather than doing music thing.

Beware of this, y'all, more than half of my subscribers! But I'm not insisting, I'm just suggesting.

@flowuraa @c00kietin @artsandstoriesandstuff @bvannn @owlthatnestslow @hyperiinked @lavendercheesecake @ridiculouslyaverageguy @tobyfoxfacts

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @indrid-hot - thanks a bunch!

Favorite Color: A nice, warm, sunny orange - but also honestly most other colors of the rainbow and then some.

Currently Reading: The Tevinter Nights Dragon Age short story collection.

Last Song: L'appuntamento - Ornella Vanoni

Last Movie: Ah, gosh. HM. I haven't watched anything that's not a TV show in a while. I semi-voluntarily caught the last fifteen minutes of Scrooged over the winter holidays I guess?

Last Series: Last series I watched any part of is, as always, "Emergency!" because I will never not be stuck in 70's paramedic hell. If we're talking new-to-me shows, a friend's making me watch Grey's Anatomy (early seasons) once a week, probably because observing my growing despair about the characters' poor life choices is fun. I don't even normally watch medical shows, and yet here we are lol

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy: Savory if I had to pick

Craving: Some good spaghetti with olive oil and obscene amounts of lightly toasted garlic.

Tea/Coffee: Yes please, lol

Currently working on: OH BOY WHAT A QUESTION.

Spinning: Gotland on my spindles (4-ply, one single per spindle, for funsies - except I accidentally mixed up which bits of fiber go with which single on which spindle, so that'll be fun to sort out...), 7oz/200g of red Merino on the wheel (for a crochet hat, followed by 9.5 oz of red and black Merino for a woven scarf). But also 24.5oz/700g of grey Merino. And cotton on the supported spindle. And I've got some laceweight viscose on the mini turkish spindle that I should really work on...

Crocheting: Half a dozen things, including a lacy collar that needs buttons and blocking, a gigantic star-shaped wrap-around shawl, an incredibly boring granny square top for my little sister, and too many others to count.

Art: The Emergency! tarot as the eternal never-ending WIP; I also have some Dragon Age Veilguard related plans revolving around the Grand Necropolis and irl Catacomb Saints and I'd love to get some DA-style tarot cards done for all my player characters.

Writing: I still have a couple unfinished fanfics that need another chapter, as well as two deeply self-indulgent OC/Emergency! crossovers that friends are making me write, and I also have some Dragon Age stuff in the works - though if anyone will ever see that is another question entirely.

Music: Practicing various stuff for LARP; also slowly chipping away at Hozier's Work Song because my partner asked nicely.

With no pressure, I will tag: @geminyde, @caseyscraftycorner, @swords-n-spindles, @alpacazappa, @rosesonneptune, @rose-of-pollux, @zooarchaeologyatdinner, @kalikatze aaaaand I can't decide on a 9th person to tag so whoever wants to do this: You're It!

[junih0ps]

blue lock headcanons with little to no explanation (pt. 1?) ᐢ..ᐢ

...made by junih0ps

a/n: currently in the middle of my blue lock obsession so here's this LOL.. make sure to check out more of my works! Let me know if you guys want a part two.

VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL

contains: Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, and Michael Kaiser

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Isagi Yoichi

probably grew up with a lot of friends because in his flashbacks he was okay with working with other people

this definitely backfired with his ego that he was born with but had to learn to discard for teamwork

despite that, he definitely did good in school and kept up his grades

teachers liked him and complimented his work ethic and ability to work with other people

even though he grew up with a lot of friends and made friends easily, he preferred a smaller friend group of people in high school.

he's still willing to make friends with or talk to just about anybody though.

a bit of a pushover when it comes to soccer before blue lock, he wants to be the best so he'll listen to anyone he thinks has authority in soccer. (that's why he was so willing to destroy his ego and work as a team)

NOT a pushover in any other way though, he's just nice.

I think he was still a bit judgmental because he pointed out things other people did in blue lock

he was probably a bit picky with his friends

no love life.

it's not like other people didn't get crushes on him, he was in a sports team after all, but he simply didn't gain a crush on anybody

after blue lock's training though? he probably doesn't think about love at all. he has one goal, to be the best striker in the world.

for that reason, if he did ever have a love life he would have had to know them before he went to blue lock

Meguru Bachira

he was really lonely as a kid so he has the tendency to talk a lot and fast

he can't control it so when people tell him to "slow down" he doesn't even realize he's been doing it

he spends a lot of time at home when he's not playing soccer. He absent mindedly scrolls because he doesn't know what else to do with his time

he's not the best student but he gets his work in on time.

he doesn't have a lot of friends so he glides through friendships to talk to rather than hangout with

he isn't shy and is open about what he wants

he holds back with his mom though, he doesn't want to worry her

being lonely is something he thought about a lot as a kid, but now that he's in high school he's just kind of used to it (poor baby :[)

maladaptive daydreamer, definitely!

no love life as well

if you did try to start up something romantic with bachira it would be really easy, but he could also be really oblivious because romance isn't a big deal for him.

he cares more about being platonically lonely, romance doesn't really cross his mind.

even after blue lock, I don't think he'd mind if he has a partner.

Hyoma Chigiri

he had a big friend group for being athletic, but after his accident he socially isolated himself.

he grew up as an athletic kid and would often climb trees, monkey bars, you name it. His mom and sister scolded him a lot for it.

pretty good in school, turned in his work in time.

he wasn't really involved in school though so he was in regular classes.

his sister coddled him after his accident and was very proud of his achievements, she wanted to encourage him because he would beat himself up over little things.

she probably knew about the blue lock program and wanted chigiri to be involved, hyped him up!

was popular romantically for his gorgeous hair and athletic ability LOL

he was never really interested in romance though

I think for chigiri if he was romantically involved, it'd have to be with someone he knew very well. maybe someone who helped him get through his hard times.

idk though I just can't imagine him in a relationship

sassy (not overly sassy though)

pretty picky with the people he's friends with, he doesn't mind talking to people who aren't his friends though.

after blue lock his friend group from high school was non-existent to him (if there was anyone still hanging around after he socially isolated himself, that is)

Rin Itoshi

hello handsome

he grew up pretty popular, he kept a small friend group though.

never really had to talk to anyone first, he was a magnet

his athletic ability kept him a first pick in gym class

teachers loved him, he was a great student.

probably in some advanced and ap classes

he loved sae and sae was his role model

after sae threw him aside in his view, he stopped participating in school though

he had a hard time keeping himself from feeling overwhelmed in school and eventually just stopped doing his work

this concerned a lot of teachers but they gave up after he ignored their pep talks

when he started socially isolating himself, his friends were worried but he would just ignore them

this would cause a lot of tension with his friends who were popular, his reputation went down very VERY fast.

he eventually just stopped participating in school or friendships overall and left for blue lock with one goal in mind

love was barely a thing for rin before blue lock, after blue lock it just didn't exist. he was probably popular romantically in school, though.

no friends after blue lock. being the best is all that matters to him, hates being tied to people.

better hope nobody tried to stick by, they're just going to get their feelings hurt when he throws them away. ouch

Rensuke Kunigami

grew up with a lot of friends and loved his parents to death!

his parents were very proud of him and encouraged his dreams

he was an athletic child too, but not to the extent of chigiri.

would play soccer with other kids in his neighborhood

he was very nice but not a pushover

he included people and was very honest with his teachers

(it startled his elementary school teachers when he confessed to his little mistakes instead of lying)

love? loves everyone! (oblivious)

was popular romantically and platonically

nothing really changed from childhood up until blue lock

after blue lock... he was just a mess, a machine made for soccer

it startled his parents, and they were incredibly mad at ego. they think he's changed in a bad way

his friends before blue lock have been left in the dust. they miss him

if they tried contacting him they'd either be ignored or asked "who are you?"

ugh this hurts to write :(

romantically, you'd have to be very strong to pull through his new attitude and genuinely love him no matter how he changes to stick around.

Seishiro Nagi

other kids did try to get close to him, but gave up after a while

his athletic ability didn't really come out of nowhere, he did like being in sports as a child

but his parents would always overpromise and underachieve, and he wasn't allowed to go out alone

like for example they'd promise they could all go to the park and then they'd say "sorry, we're busy" or "no, we're tired from working"

so at some point he just learned to take comfort in his electronics

when he did try to make friends they just wouldn't understand his situation so he gave up early on

omg he's such a tired homebody

he's so real tbh

probably plays LoL and valorant

has discord and an online friend group in high school

his parents are very rich and don't care what he does when he grows up

love? what's that?

doesn't really know how to take care of himself

when it came to reo, he relied on reo a lot for simple tasks because reo would always be willing to fulfill them

he liked seeing someone go out of their way for him

during blue lock he stopped using discord, no time for it

after blue lock he played video games a lot less, he found a passion

if he did have a romantic partner they'd have to be good with individuality

Reo Mikage

he's kind of a jerk to be honest, like not in a bad way but "why should i have to try if i want something?" kind of way

just spoiled but he's still nice

popular romantically and platonically

had a huge friend group growing up and still friends with most of them in high school

obviously, he works hard to get what his parents can't get him

he's pretty close with the staff in the mansion

he doesn't complain about them so most of them haven't been switched out from childhood to adolescence.

most of them are old so they're practically his other set of parents

nagi's close with some of the staff like the driver and chef.

nagi has spoken to reo's personal nanny once or twice when he comes over

reo doesn't need a nanny after he's grown up but he's grown attached to the old lady so he's letting her keep her job

open to romance, probably had a few ex girlfriends here and there.

some of them are pretty irritating and clinging on to him because he has a lot of money.

after blue lock, he's still open to relationships but he's pretty casual about them.

he's not a womanizer though! he just has the "if it gets to marriage, it does. If it doesn't end in marriage, that's fine too" dating mentality

he's still pretty serious about his relationships though

he's also pretty materialistic

Sae Itoshi

tough cookie

hot-headed kid, obviously

he grew up with a small friend group

its not like people didn't like him, he was practically a people magnet. he was just picky about who he spoke to or wanted to be friends with.

his friend group was male, he just didn't talk to the opposite gender a lot there isn't a bad intention behind it though

when he did initiate conversations (very rarely) he was blunt and that drove people off

as a kid, he doesn't care about living to other people's expectations, he just wants to be the best striker.

he loved rin, even now he doesn't know why rin's mad at him. he thinks he's just going through a phase and will go back to normal soon.

when he went to spain he was bullied by his teammates and coaches for his dream to be the best striker, soon enough he was driven to be okay with being a midfielder

when he was insulting sendou about not being serious about soccer, he was sort of projecting. I say this because I think sae believes he's given up on being serious about soccer and taken a back seat as a midfielder

do you guys think leonardo luna was the reason behind his dream being crushed.. like the way he was talking to rin about crushing his dream was very suspicious

he's really casual about dating, doesn't want anything serious. he's not a virgin either based on the way the official blue lock lore describes him having a butt fetish LOL

you HAVE to be really strong to date sae, he could go up to months without talking to you and not care how you feel about it. be really strong about individuality and have something to keep you busy

like I said before, it won't last long either. he's not really a womanizer, he just dates once in a blue moon and breaks up with them after he's bored.

Michael Kaiser

no friends, no lovers, no family, nada

well he did have his father but he doesn't count to be honest

his birthday falls on Christmas so when he was a kid he often found himself praying his mom would come back, his life would be easier, and that someone would love him.

smokes

at some point he started having flings to try and feel something out of his loneliness

we all know he's manipulative, but I think if it came to a long-term relationship it'd go farther than the extent Ness went through.

It'd go to the point he'd be very possessive and have daily arguments with them, and at some points he wouldn't talk to them for large lengths of time

I fear he'd be physically abusive as well and then beat himself up for it.. he's just like his father

he knows he's just like his father too, and he hates himself for it

um this took a very relationship focused turn so let's turn it back

soccer is his first love so he prioritizes it over his well-being

therapy? what's that? REFUSES therapy, in fact.

he knows he's messed up in the head though

undiagnosed narcissistic personality disorder

will never get through anything in his life unless he gets therapy

this one just made me sad to be honest :(

~~~

[aglionbyacademia]

Okay fuck it all, here are some reasons to love the shit out of Gansey:

• the way he cares about his friends, like he just loves them so incredibly much and always feels like he doesn’t deserve them and he sees all that potential in them and just wants them all to be save and happy and healthy

• every time he calls one of his friends “marvelous creature”

• the yearning. The yearning for Glendower. The yearning for knowledge. The yearning for every single one of his friends. The yearning for blue

• the way he doesn’t do favorites. He loves all his friends so obviously equally and even when blue joins the group and he falls in love with her he’s still not choosing her over the guys or the guys over her

• the way he makes mistakes all the time and does his fucking best to learn from them and improve

• the way he does things just for the aesthetic. His journal? The Camaro? Monmouth manufacturing? The books laying around at Monmouth? His bed in the middle of the fucking room? None of it is really practical and there are way more modern and sensible alternatives he could use but NO bitch boy has got to be extra and live his 80 year old grandpa life for the a e s t h e t i c of it all

• his intelligence. I know we talk about how smart Adam is a lot (which duh! He is.) but guys!!! Gansey is so fucking smart. He’s close behind Adam in most classes and that all the while searching for Glendower and as opposed to Adam he doesn’t need to be good. (Also he never seems to study much in the books. It’s mentioned that Adam studies a lot. It’s mentioned that Ronan studies once. It’s never mentioned that Gansey studies. I mean sure, we can assume he does study a bit but by all means not even close as much as Adam and he’s still right behind Adam in most classes!!). But also, let alone all the research and shit he did for Glendower? All the random unnecessary facts he has floating around his brain?

• so he comes from a rich white family of Republicans. Red flag, right? But no, not with Gansey. You might thing a character with that background would probably be controversial and idk man racist and homophobic and what not. But not Gansey

• he literally couldn’t give any fucks about Ronan being gay. When he finds out about Ronan and Adam all he says is that Adam better not play with Ronan’s feelings because he’s vulnerable. Also, it’s to assume Gansey already knew about Ronan’s sexuality and he never made a big deal out of it (because it is no big deal).

• Also, when Ronan made slightly racist remarks about Henry, Gansey called him out on it (and that happened like twice at least)

• number one Adam Parrish stan

• number one Ronan Lynch stan

• number one Henry Cheng stan

• number one Blue Sargent stan

• number two Noah Czerny stan (sorry but I think blue and Ronan are fighting for first place so Gansey got pushed to second because he wouldn’t want to get into that war)

• the peacemaker!!! Literally such a pure boy who hates fights so much and all he ever tries is to solve them and get going

• all he ever tries is to help and support his friends and give them all the love and best life they deserve even if he’s pretty shit at it at times (i. e. whenever he tried to help Adam with money. We know you mean well Gansey but that’s not the way to go with Adam you should know that by now)

(• the way rarely sees fault in his friends. Ronan literally once thought about how Gansey always acts like Adam is such a saint while he’s really not (Ronan’s words, not mine) and literally Gansey would excuse any bullshit Ronan does in a heartbeat without even thinking about it twice)

• how he’s always worried about his friends. When he still thought Ronan tried to kill himself how he always worried about it happening again and he keeps blaming himself for not being able to help or Adam getting hit by his father and Gansey not being able to help him out of there

• all. he. wants. is. for. his. friends. to. be. happy

• his need to always please everyone no matter what

• “Gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year. They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.”

• the amount of times he thinks of Ronan and Adam as his brothers. The unconditional love he has for them

• it might not be evident at all times because Gansey is a clumsy mess around women (Blue) BUT he did drink his respect women juice. Sometimes he just says dumb shit he doesn’t mean and learns from it

(• all the emotions and thoughts he keeps on hiding and shoving down because he doesn’t want to burden his friends with his problems?? Like, baby this is not the way to go you gotta let it out but also super sweet you don’t want to put it on your friends (which you should tho because that’s kinda what they’re there for and you’re also always so eager to hear about their problems and help them with it). He already knows he’ll die soon but he tells no one because he knows they will try to help prevent it and that they’ll get hurt because of it so he never tells them.)

(• His panic attacks. His ptsd. His insomnia. He’s trying so hard to be the positive and supportive and helpful dad of the group while he himself has major problems but he always feels like his friends are more important than that.)

• “With force, Gansey kicked off his shoes. One flew over his miniature Henrietta and the other made it all the way to the side of his desk. It slammed off the old wood and slid to the ground. Under his breath, Gansey said, "Yee haw.”

• the poetry of his thoughts and speech. Like,,,, dream me the world,,,, safe as life,,,,, excelsior,,, that’s all there is

• his almost kisses with blue and just the way he always describes and thinks of her and he’s just so. in. love

• “And everywhere, everywhere there were books. Not the tidy stacks of an intellectual trying to impress, but the slumping piles of a scholar obsessed.”

• the way him and Declan just,,, raised Ronan??? And Gansey was the parent that made Ronan feel very loved and accepted while Declan was the strict parent who just wanted to protect without giving much freedom

• wanting to use the favor to bring Noah back to life??? Like??? He could use it for anything in the world but no if he gets it he wants to use it to bring Noah back because he just loves his friends so. much.

• he died to save his friends even though he was so so terrified about dying. I mean he did it once and never wanted back. He thought about not wanting to die so so so many times. So many conversations with his friends about just how scared he is to die and how easy it would be for him to die with his allergy and all and then he just puts his life on the line for them in the flicker of a heartbeat

[wintrsfell]

You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye

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Synopsis: After five years away from Winterfell, the reader returns to serve on Cregan's council. Old rivalries and new feelings arise.

Pairings: Cregan Stark & AFAB!Hornwood!Reader

Word count: 2713

Warnings: mentions of the death of a parent, reader is described as 'a woman' and 'a girl' (gender roles are a part of the story), like truly childish at times inner monologue from the reader (we support women's rights and wrongs on this blog)

Notes: getting into it a bit more with a few flashback- type scenes and some of the background as to why Cregan and the reader do not get along. While not written in first person, the fic is mainly for the reader's perspective, and her insecurities make her a bit of an unreliable narrator when it comes to Cregan (she is full on annoying in this, idk what to tell you). I kind of hate the pov but i'm committed now. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! Thank you so much for reading the first part, reblogging and commenting<3 (ily). This isn't edited, I've been hungover for like three days and I'm starting to think it's just the flu

The low winter sun starts creeping over the mountains in the East, coming through the window of her chambers and slowly coaxing her from slumber. The light is blinding, making her eyes burn as she blearily blinks them open. Sleep clouds her mind, and for a moment, she does not know where she is. Then, it all comes creeping in. The soft furs against her skin, the familiar crackling of the fire just feet away, the distinct smell of pine and woodsmoke. Her chambers at Winterfell. The very ones she had occupied from ages eight through her late teens. She has not slept so well in years.

The morning routine she follows is familiar. The never-ending struggle with her corset, the braiding of her hair, and the stillness of Winterfell’s thick stone walls all lend themselves to the sense of peace that settles over her. The Lord of the Castle may be an ever-present irritation, but the keep itself feels like a warm hug—like coming home after a long journey.

The castle is quiet as she makes her way down to the smaller hall beside the great hall, where meals are most often taken. The sound of her boots hitting the floor echoes between the stone walls, too loud in the silence. It grates on her ears. Perhaps time is playing a trick on her mind, but she never remembered Winterfell as being this quiet. In her childhood, idealized as it may have become by the years that have passed, the keep was always bustling with life. She remembers running through the halls with Cley and Cregan; days spent exploring the Wolfswood during that one particularly long summer they had gotten when they were ten, remembers Lord Rickon always allowing them to stay at the feasts for just a bit longer than children were usually allowed to. Everything had seemed so alive then, so bright and full of life.

Now, the stillness was almost eerie. 

Stepping into the hall, her gaze flits across the room. One long trestle table sits in the center, and servants are already moving about quietly to set up the morning meal. A fire crackles steadily in the heart on the far wall, casting a warm glow in the otherwise cold hall. For a moment, she stands completely still, resisting the urge to squeeze her eyes shut against the onslaught of memories.

A shuddering breath is taken as she steels herself, small steps carrying her toward a chair near the end of the table. After pouring a cup of tea, she cradles the hot ceramic in her hands, letting it warm her frozen fingers. No one else seems to be awake at this hour, and the moment of peace is somewhere between welcome and unsettling.

Heavy steps against the flagstones draw her gaze to the tall wooden doors leading into the hall. Cregan walks with measured movements, everything about him practiced and precise. His eyes flit across the room, much like hers had done earlier, and narrow slightly as they land on her seated form. There is something intense in his gaze, something almost assessing.

She breaks eye contact first, and somehow, it feels like a loss. We are not playing a game, she reminds herself sternly, there are no winners or losers. Taking another bite of her porridge, she straightens up in her seat. He will not see her be thrown off balance by his presence.

Cregan averts his eyes, and the absence of that intimidating stare makes her let out a quiet breath of relief. It is far too early to bicker with him. Taking a seat on the other end of the table, he starts filling his plate with food, still not looking at her. She eats hers quicker, but cannot help herself from studying him discretely out of the corner of her eye.

His face is a mask of stone, stern and impassive. He looks every inch the formidable northern lord, the sharp angles of his face highlighted clearly in the early morning light. 

She remembers when he had started looking different, when the rounder face of his youth had started turning into the serious face of a man. How she had mentally kicked herself every time her eyes had lingered a little too long on his newly broadened shoulders. It had only been driven by proximity, by the changes of growing from a girl into a woman, but it had been persistent nonetheless.

At times, he had caught her staring. The first time, his brows had drawn together as if confused, a barely perceptible reaction on his otherwise unreadable expression. Then, the ghost of a smirk had tugged at the corner of his lips, eyebrow raising ever so slightly. She had looked away quickly, mentally preparing herself for some annoying remark from him, but it never came. Instead, he had lingered in the library for a moment too long, before making sure his shoulder brushed against hers as he walked past her and out of the room. Only to unsettle her, she was sure. She had avoided him for a week after that, hoping time would make him forget about the encounter, make him forget to tease her about it.

The older Cregan seemed more subdued, less likely to throw out remarks made only to irritate her. Yet there was something in the way he looked at her sometimes, something that made her feel like he remembered their childhood quarrels just as well as she did. 

She pushes her plate away, smoothing out the skirts of her dress on habit as she rises from the table. The steps carrying her towards the door are a tad too quick, and she cringes when she feels Cregan’s intense stare burning into the back of her head. Just as she is about to step through the doors, there is a deep call of her name. Her name, not her title.

She turns, schooling her expression into something neutral as she meets Cregan’s grey eyes. Stormy, as usual. “Aye?”

His eyes move across her features for just a moment before saying, “The council meeting is at noon.”

She blinks at him, her mind struggling to process the fact that he is telling her something actually helpful. Of course, she already knew when the council meeting was. She had asked Cley about it yesterday and written it down. Twice.

Realizing that she is staring at him, quite foolishly, she quickly straightens up, trying to school her features into something resembling a politely neutral expression. She fears it is more of a grimace. “Right. Thank you.” She hesitates for another moment, before adding. “Cregan.”

She ignores how odd his name sounds on her lips after all these years as she turns to walk out of the hall. She forces herself to take slower steps this time.

Cregan Stark has gotten more handsome in the intervening years, she notes with ire, as he lists off the topics of the day’s council meeting. He sits at the head of the table, back straight yet still looking perfectly at ease. She had always envied him that, the ease with which he seemed to move through life. More annoying still, is that he is not even cocky about it. In their youth he could be incessant in his need to prove himself, certainly- but something changes the year after Lord Rickon died. 

He had grown more somber, every word and decision weighed carefully. Where she and Clay could still dissolve into fits of laughter, the most he gave was the ghost of a smile upon the stern set of his mouth. The only times he seemed truly entertained were in the few instances when he still took the time to bother her.

The year they turned six-and-ten, he started outright teasing her. Not in the friendly, casual way that Cley did, but in a nearly condescending tone of voice. She had hated how it always made her face heat. Up until then, he had rarely managed to throw her off balance, but it was as if a switch had been flicked. As if he’d suddenly solved the puzzle of robbing her of any clever remarks.

They had been in the library tower that first time, and upon later reflection, she decided that perhaps that particular part of the keep was cursed. Most of her embarrassing moments with the young Lord of Winterfell had happened there.

She and Cley had been arguing about something or other that she cannot recall now. The year in which some king had died, likely, and Cregan had corrected her in a lazy drawl that made anger bubble up within her chest. She had huffed, glaring daggers at him, and nearly exploded when he only looked up at her, slightly bemused.

She had stood from the table abruptly, moving to put her book back on its shelf, only to realize that the shelf was too high up. She could not reach it. The stupid, bloody keep was built for giants. It was the final straw, and she turned to glare at him again, biting out, “Gods, Cregan, must you always be so insufferable?”

Cley had laughed, but Cregan had only stood, coming to stand behind her in two long strides. He took the book from her hands, nearly making her jump as his fingers brushed hers, and put it back in its place. How did he even remember which shelf it was supposed to be on? Once again, he had to be annoyingly good at everything. Or had he been watching her? The motion made his chest brush against her back, and at the same time he nearly coos, “Aww, that’s not nice, my lady.”

His proximity, mixed with the uncharacteristically soft tone of his deep, accented voice, had made her face feel like it was on fire. Her mouth opened and shut at the same time as he stepped back, looking insufferably pleased with himself. 

She had scrambled out of the library so quickly that she left her cloak behind.

Looking at him now, she couldn’t imagine him doing such a thing. He seemed so serious, so grown, in comparison to her. Most days, she still felt like she was barely keeping her head above water. The incessant need to prove herself that both she and Cregan had felt in their youths, that had made them clash so frequently- now seems to have left him entirely.

She still feels its itch clawing beneath her skin, as she sits at a table surrounded by men. Cregan and Cley were her age, but she feels little kinship with the man Cregan has turned into. His quiet capability, the infuriatingly subtle self-assuredness, the way he spoke so little yet with so much weight, all stood in stark contrast to the way she wanted to speak up just to prove that she belonged there. To prove that while she was not a man, she was just as clever. Perhaps just to prove that she has something to say.

It had plagued her in their youths, and perhaps it is also why Cregan’s need to be right had been so frustrating to her. Cley never seemed to mind, only rolling his eyes in a good-natured manner whenever Cregan was too obvious about it. But to her, it had been like a confirmation that she would never measure up, this need to correct her. These two boys, who were growing up alongside her, got the same education as she did- would get to use it for something. They would be lords, ruling over castles, making decisions, making a difference. She would only be somebody’s wife. The thought of them not thinking of her as clever had made her feel physically ill at times.

Still, she bites her tongue as Winterfell’s steward gives them an update about the state of the harvest. She was trying to learn the art of not speaking unless she had something important to say, of resisting the urge to point out the obvious. It was a childish thing, one that had no place in councils such as this.

The meeting goes on, and for a long time, it is mostly just Cregan and the steward updating them about the state of affairs in the North. Part of her wonders if it is for her benefit, for she can feel Cregan watching her intently from across the table. As if he needs to make sure she is grasping the facts that are being laid out. It makes her sit up straighter, and her mouth pressing into a thin line. Does he truly believe that she cannot comprehend even simple council matters?

The overview is helpful, even if she loathes to admit it. She could have figured it out on her own, she insists quietly to no one but herself. She could have asked Maester Kennet. In fact, she had been planning to. 

Still, perhaps it is nice that she won’t have to.

She can feel Cregan’s eyes boring into her as her quill scratches quick words across the parchment. Maester Kennet is the only other person in the council meeting who is taking notes, and the elderly man has barely written down ten. She has written down hundreds, her wrist aching from writing so furiously, straining to get every word down on paper. She liked taking notes, liked feeling prepared, but it also proved to be an excellent excuse to avoid Cregan’s penetrating gaze. 

The meeting came to an end. She did not know if she was proud of herself for managing to keep her mouth shut, or regretful that she had not contributed anything useful. No one else had spoken either, but this was her first time in the council. She felt she had something to prove, the itch of it clawing at her like something stuck under her skin, trying to get out.

She feels ill at ease as she gathers up her notes into a neat stack, ignoring Cley’s amused expression at her childhood habit still lingering. The other lords file out of the room slowly, leaving behind only her and Cregan. Clutching the stack of notes to her chest, she moves to step out of the room, only to once again have to turn back around at a call of her name.

She turns to face the Lord of Winterfell, wondering if his gaze has left her at all for the past two hours. His features seem to be stuck in a perpetual frown, dark eyebrows drawn together slightly as his eyes meet hers. She resists the urge to look away from his penetrating stare.

“You take a lot of notes,” His deep voice rumbles, eyes flitting down to the parchments clutched at her chest before moving back up to lock onto hers.

Her brows draw together slightly as she hesitates on how to respond. It was a statement, not a question. “I- aye. I do.”

“Why?” Cregan’s tone is surprisingly light, or as light as such a deep voice can be. He sounds almost- genuinely curious. Surely he remembers her doing it since their childhoods. He was always watching, even then.

Because I don’t fancy spending a three-hour long council meeting having a staring competition with you. She manages to bite back that reply, just barely. Instead, she shrugs, her tone matching his. “Makes it easier to remember things.”

To her surprise, he huffs out something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. His head tilts slightly to the side, and he breaks eye contact for the first time since their conversation began, only briefly, before meeting her eyes again. “You never had an issue remembering things, my lady.” His tone is dry, which she expected. But there is something else there, something nearly warm. Nostalgia, perhaps. Respect, if she is being optimistic.

“Because of the notes,” She insists wryly, brows drawing together briefly at his amusement. At his almost-compliment.

“Right,” Cregan nods, still sounding amused. He does not seem bothered by the slightly awkward, stilted nature of their conversation. If anything, he seems perfectly at ease.

“Right,” She echoes, holding his gaze for a long moment before stepping back with a nod. She turns to leave the room and swears that she sees the ghost of a smile lingering upon his features.