#i was just lazy and watching a lot of &team content

[ggum-aki]

still trying to get into nct as a whole but wayv is my intro to them

but me and hendery🩷🤞🏼

head over heels masterlist

summary: you’re head over heels for hendery, and you try to find out if he’s head over heels for you too.

compscimajor!hendery x film!major fem!reader

genre: fluff, smau, collegeau, humour (?), slowburn (?)

warnings: mutual pining, maybe arguments idk havent written them yet, mentions of drinking

profiles 1: foreign swaggers | profiles 2: smu’s queens fr | profiles 3: wayv | intro post

i. welcome to the foreign swaggers

ii. let me cook

iii. manly intuition

iv. BABE?!1?1!1?1?!1

v. 😱 she’s ur girl fr ong

vi. I'M NOT HIS BABY???

vii. blasphemy.

viii. live tweeting movie night!!

ix. my life is a lie.

x. chat i fumbled…

xi. stop moping

xii. the end <3

[kentoxo]

Okay, okay, so...

idk if you already made this but I would be so happy if you do this..

Megumi x reader- teens. SFW

.Cuddling...... both Gumi and reader are like- grumpy and have a soft spot for each other (this appeared in my head randomly but I'm lazy to write it oopss)😭

yes! this is a nice wholesome change in the midst of my content. i will age him up to at least 18 since yk im imagining it (despite it being sfw i know!!) i hope this doesnt disappoint you :( <3

pairing: reader (f) x bf!megumi (aged up)

synopsis: do two stubborn people make them docile? no, but their chemistry in cuddling is quite the tango

warning: SFW, fluff xo

a/n: i hope this fulfills your req anon. i apologize if i didnt do it justice!

"y/n, please tell him something!" Yuji moaned.

You and the gang found yourselves at a small omakase restaurant near the mission you all just completed. Nobara, Megumi, and you came out unscathed, whereas Yuji was roughened up by the curses you all recently exterminated.

Because of this, he was currently victim to Megumi’s light teasing.

"I don't know what you want me to do about that," you murmur as Megumi casually gets ahead of you to hold to the door for both you and Nobara. When Yuji follows suit, Megumi enters himself, barely leaving the door open for the pink-haired sorcerer.

"See?" Yuji cries from behind. Nobara rushes over and punches his arm, telling him to be lower his voice as the restaurant was a quiet space. You all speak to the assistant up at the front, who guides you towards the room reserved with the rest of your friends.

Opening the sliding door, you're met with Toge, Maki, and Yuta. You all greet one another while filing inside. "There's a space by the window," Megumi hums near your ear. As you take your seat, Yuji attempts to sit next to you. But, Megumi quickly puts his forearm in front of Yuji's stomach, and stops him at his tracks.

"Nobody likes a possessive boyfriend," Yuji teases.

"Speak for yourself," you muttered.

Megumi quietly grins as he takes his seat beside you, followed by a cheeky grinned Nobara. "He's calling you a dork in his head," Nobara loosely translates, earning a stuck out tongue by Yuji. You smile weakly at the other higher grade sorcerers before leaning back against the window. Toge silently pours you a cup of green tea and offers it to you, in which you gladly accept.

"What happened to you guys?" Maki's eyes sift between you 4. "You look like you've been to hell and back."

Nobara gently rubs her eyes while speaking, "the curses were in an abandoned asylum. Supposedly a lot of gang and dangerous activities were being held here, and scared students often explored it to prove themselves to their friends."

"The rooms were endless!" Yuji exclaimed. "It was like a maze, it was horrible."

Megumi huffs, "the reason it felt endless was because you aimlessly entered each room even though we found a map." Your hand finds its way to Megumi's thigh and you give him a poke. He clears his throat.

Yuji crosses his arms defiantly, "maybe the map wasn't updated!"

"The asylum is abandoned, you moron!" Nobara seethed.

As everyone continued to discuss their missions, Megumi looked over at you worriedly. You had your eyes close, you were exhausted. In moments, you felt a warm oshibori on your forehead, and a hand grabbing your own under the table. You open your eyes slightly, noticing Megumi smiling down at you. He squeezes your hand reassuringly before allowing you to rest your eyes once again.

Making your way back to school, Megumi and you went your separate ways from the team to go back to his dorm. You changed out of your outfit and slid into one of Megumi's large sweatshirts and sweatpants. He watches you drag your feet from the bathroom and into his bed.

"m'sorry that you couldn't wear your favorite one," Megumi murmurs while folding his uniform. "I forgot that I left it in the hamper during my last wash." Megumi himself was also comfortable in a navy blue sweat set.

"It's okay," you whisper, pulling up his heavy quilt over your body. He smiles to himself from your actions, knowing how exhausted you were. "Come here," you say softly.

Megumi obliges, picking up the blanket before getting on the bed. He settles beside you, taking a moment to get comfortable. He looks down at you, smiling warmly. He pulls up the hem of his sweatshirt and gently taps your forehead. "Come in, baby."

You blindly pat around, your hand finding its way on his torso. You snake over to him and get into his sweatshirt, freeing your head in his loose collar. Megumi fixes the blanket to cover you completely. As he lays down and settles in more, you fix your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong arms embrace you, his hands running up and down your back. His warmth was intoxicating. He smelled of frankincense and nature. Though his collarbone was sharp, his skin was soft, and he was still comfortable enough to rest on like this. He gives you light squeezes, with one hand going over to your hair.

Gently, he massages the back of your head with little rubs of his finger tips, truly making you just seconds away from passing out. "You can sleep if you want," Megumi croaks, he himself just as exhausted. "We don't have another mission for the next few days."

"mmm," you moan exhaustively. He was your solace, his words imbued with care and safety. "Can we go get food later?" You whisper against the heat of his neck. His Adams apple gently dents your cheek when he swallowed.

"I'll get you whatever your heart desires," Megumi hums, squeezing you lovingly. "Now sleep."

[chatterbox-73]

Simptember 2024.

Day 7 - Send my love.

Iruka Umino x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: I was procrastinating writing this one all day long so I personally think it’s quite sloppy and rushed… sorry about that🥲

Summary: you weren’t hiding your relationship but you and Iruka just never thought to tell others.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, more fluff/light smut, fingering, pregnancy, husband!Iruka, slight breast play, slight breeding (kink), unprotected sex, dropping the L-bomb a lot…

You sat at your desk lounging back in your chair, you had been waiting for your husband to finish his meeting with the hokage, you sighed and spun in your chair “wow, how long has it been since we’ve seen you act so childish” you stop and looked to the door to see Shikamaru standing with Kotetsu and Izumo, you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“You fellas here for lord 7th?” You asked and Shikamaru hummed walking in and sitting across for you, the other two sat beside him. “What’re you doing here?” Kotetsu asked and you shrugged, “wasting my time, I suppose” you hummed relaxing back into your seat, Izumo nodded and looked as though he was lost in thought for a moment, “you haven’t been working for a while, why’s that?” He asked and you looked down at your lap for a moment.

Your stomach had just started to bulge from under your clothes but it was still able to be hidden with the right finessing, you and Iruka hadn’t planned for a baby but you were both excited for it, which is the reason why you’d mostly stopped working, now only looked after the really young children at the academy and did the simplest ’D ranked’ missions.

Nobody knew about your pregnancy and only your grandfather and Naruto knew about your marriage to Iruka, as both of you didn’t make it a big deal and didn’t want a large surprise, specially because you saved it for after the war and with so many people losing loved ones, it didn’t feel right throwing a celebration.

You looked back up at Izumo “yeah you’re right… well a lots happened, it’s just best I don’t work for awhile” you sighed and both Izumo and Kotetsu looked at you confused, however when you looked over at Shikamaru he had an almost knowing look on his face, “are you injured? It’s not serious is it?” Kotetsu stood up and Izumo looked at you concerned, this caused you to chuckle, they had always been like this even back in your days as genin on the same team. “Nah I’m not injured…” you stopped and thought for a moment, what harm would it cause if you told them. “…but it is serious” you smiled and watched at the two men went through a cycle of concern, relief, confusion and back to concern. While Shikamaru seemed to have gotten the confirmation he needed to be certain about his guess.

“What’s wrong… are you dying? Is your grandfather sick? Are leaving that village” the two asked questions simultaneously about the situation, “hey cut that out… how is she supposed to answer” you heard Shikamaru grumbled and watched as the other two men slumped back in their seats, waiting anxiously for your answer, “well it’s nothing bad… I guess I’m… well I’m…” you looked over at the door before looking back at the three men, despite the nervousness you felt, you smiled brightly “I’m pregnant” you chuckled and placed a hand over your stomach, there was a stunned silence from your old team mates, “congratulations, were you trying for a baby?” Shikamaru asked with a lazy smile and shook your head, “me and my husband wanted kids but we weren’t trying, we sort of let it happen” you explained and even shikamaru had a surprise look in his eyes at the mention of your husband, “I see… so you’re married, was it a private ceremony?” He asked and by this point Izumo and Kotetsu were foaming at the mouth from shock, “yeah it was, we married just after the war so it only felt right keeping it private, and we just never got around to telling everyone we’d gotten married” you smiled and Shikamaru nodded understanding your reasoning before he quickly pulled up the other two for their reaction to the news.

“Who was it…? Who’s taking our sweet girl from us” Izumo fake cried now finally coming to terms with everything, while Kotetsu nodded in agreement with him, “wow thanks dads, if you must know… I married Iruka… we had been together since we all participated in our Chūnin exam” you explained and they fell back into a state of shock, though you didn’t need to take anymore time to explain to them about your love-life as Iruka pointed his head into the room, “I’m done, are we leaving now?” He asked and you stood, nodding and walking over to him. As the both of you walked home you told him all about you interaction with the three men, you’d wonder if it was really that surprising the two of you were married and expecting, Iruka agreed that it wasn’t unexpected but understood how someone could be surprised, he’d told you he’d had lunch earlier that day with Naruto and told him about that pregnancy, you had wanted to keep it to yourself a little while longer but with how quickly you were growing it’d be to difficult soon.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at your bump, you sighed at the chance your body had begun to go through, in all honesty it was the only thing you weren’t looking forward to, the idea of getting bigger and bigger, your breasts changing and your bump potentially looking weird or misshaped, which seemed so stupid but still worried you, “you know stress and worry isn’t good for mummy or baby…” Iruka hummed as he worked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his hands on your bump and rubbing it, “I feel strange, like I’m waring someone else’s skin” you sigh and Iruka nodded, “well I assure you… you’re still my beautiful wife, but now you’re also the beautiful mother of my baby” he smiled and kissed your bare shoulder, “so beautiful in fact, if you weren’t already pregnant we’d be working on it right now” he hummed and trailed a hand down into your underwear, his fingers gently rubbing your clit, you moaned and grabbed the back of his neck, “bed… let’s do it on the bed, my feet are sore” you moaned breathlessly as his fingers rubbed your wet folds.

You laid down on your side, legs bent and together as Iruka knelt over you, kissing your neck and cheek as he trusted slowly into you, one of his hands supporting his weight while the other fondled and massaged your breasts, “they’re so soft and big, your breasts grew so much…” he sighed gently bouncing the soft full mounds, “I love your full breast” he chuckles and moves his hand down to your stomach rubbing over the area the baby was sitting, he smiled feeling it’s slightly movements and kicks, “I’m so grateful to you… you know that my sweet wife?” He hummed and curled his hips upward as he thrust, you whined and nodded, “I’m glad I have you” you reach a hand up to his cheek and begin to lost yourself in the pleasure of his thrusts, “I’m close…” you hummed and he groaned in agreement, “I love you… I’m grateful I’m able to calll you the father of my child” you began to fall into pleasure, fully succumbing to it, Iruka’s thrust became erratic as your cunt squeezed him, he kissed your like roughly and pressed into you, “I love you so fucking much, promise you’ll just me three more babies after this” he groaned against your lips and in your fucked-out state you absentmindedly agreed to give Iruka more child after this.

If aching feet, nausea, a belly bump and large heavy breasts were the price of love you’d pay it hundred times over, just to please him and bring him the happiness and love he deserved. You’d move through hell or high water to send him your love.

Simptember Masterlist

Day 6 - Shigure Sohma: Taste

Day 8 - Shota Aizawa: In service

[misojunnie]

Hi I love your blog and I really loved your nicho and K (&Team) as boyfriends headcanon. I would like to request a Ni-ki (enhypen) as boyfriend headcanon. Thank you so so much ❤️🌹💖🌸💋💕♥️😍 I also love your writing style. 💝🌻

니키 - niki as your bf!

ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ʚϊɞ.

would text you absolutely anything he found funny, even if you’re at work or it’s 2 am

play fighting is a must.

you guys are bickering 24/7 but everyone knows that’s just your love language

he’s sooooo annoying omfg. constantly pranking you and pissing you off on purpose because he thinks it’s cute when you’re mad

“you are so fucking annoying, riki.” “just shut up and kiss me already.”

buys you cute little figurines and trinkets he finds while shopping

he always remembers your favorite characters from cartoons, anime, books or whatever

comes over to your house just to be lazy/do nothing because he likes being around you

hugs you from behind when you’re busy with stuff and puts his chin on your shoulder

tries to bake brownies for you but almost burns the kitchen down

when you first started dating, he was so nervous

he would stutter and constantly trip over his own feet, stumbling and fumbling his words

but now that you’re official, he’s much more cocky

(he still gets shy sometimes though)

soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead when he’s feeling gentlemanly

will just grab your face and smother you in kisses peppered all over your face while you laugh and tell him to stop

loves to show off for you!

constantly checking to see if you’re watching when he makes a basket in basketball or wins his video game

he cares a lot about what you think of him

always tried to bring you flowers, but they just end up getting crushed, all the petals falling off

“what happened to the flowers?” “oh, you like them? they got a little squashed on the bike ride here…”

bonus: texts with bf niki!

a/n: ty for the sweet comment, I really appreciate it :( I was super excited about this rq bc I’ve been wanting to make more bf content for my ult enha <3 keep the requests coming, it puts a smile on my face!!

[northsoulss]

the media thinking reader is in a relationship w some popular male footballer but she's actually with elisa and they soft (or hard) launch their relationship 🤭🤭

mon amour - elisa de almeida

(a/n : here it is! hopefully this is what you had in mind lol. this is quite a long one. writing this hit home, so i quite like how it turned out! thanks for the request xoxo)

growing up in a relatively conservative town, you never had the chance to express your identity as a queer individual. it was a constant internal battle, thinking something was wrong with you for liking someone of the same gender. things became more complicated when you began liking football, it being seen as more of a boy-ish sport.

thankfully, your hometown had a small women’s youth football club, and you begged your parents to allow you to sign on, which they begrudgingly accepted. hoping to meet other queer women, you went into football hopeful, but your ideas were quickly shut down when you realised a lot of them were straight. you continuously struggled with your sexuality as you grew up, fear taking over whenever you had the opportunity to come out. so you never did, remaining closeted for all your teenage years.

as you began to advance and become better at football, you wanted to make it a career, to do it professionally. eventually when you signed with psg a year ago, it was undoubtedly the best decision of your life. after moving to france, you finally got to experience a proper queer community with supportive people. you still made no move to come out, for you realised that there was no need to put it out there; to let everyone know that you were queer. so long as you were contented with what you identified as, nothing else really mattered. or so you thought.

over time as you became more popular and well known, you began to see that there are many upsides and downsides to being a public figure. on one hand, you have formed close bonds with other footballers of both genders and experienced nothing like you could have ever imagined. on the other hand, every time you posted something vaguely couple-ly with one of your friends, especially the guys, your fans would go nuts.

“is she dating him?”, “i knew they were together!” were the very common comments you would get when posting pictures with you and another footballer, who happened to be one of your very good guy friends, _(insert male name)_ , whom you hung out with quite often. you decided that one day you were sick of the comments, and posted something for pride, saying that you were proud to be a queer woman. lo and behold, that did not stop the comments.

lady luck must have been on your side for your team has been nothing but incredibly supportive of you coming out. at the same time, one of your teammates took this chance to snag you, and surprise, surprise. you fell head over heels for the woman and have been dating ever since.

you have decided to lay low for the first few months, trying your hardest not to post anything that would make the fans suspicious. however, one day you decided had enough of the speculations.

it was a lazy saturday, you and elisa were out at a quaint neighbourhood cafe having brunch, just enjoying the warm summer weather. it had been a few days after your 6 month anniversary, and you just couldn’t get enough of her. so, as sneakily as you could, you snapped a picture of her looking off into the distance, watching the kids at the playground goofing around with a small smile. too bad your phone wasn’t silenced, so a loud shutter sound was made and caused elisa to whip her head around.

she locks eyes with you, and you must have had the guiltiest expression on your face, because she immediately broke out in laughter. “what are you doing baby?” she laughs harder as your face reddens, her taking your hand in hers and rubbing small circles with her thumb.

“you just looked really good okay!” you defend yourself defiantly, showing her the photo that you took. she gives you a knowing look, before turning away to continue looking at the scenery around, a small smirk on her lips. there was a comfortable silence amongst you two, but your mind started to wonder. for a while now, you’ve been meaning to ask elisa about announcing your relationship. you were sick and tired on hiding things and being so secretive, but you were scared. you enjoy the privacy, the intimate looks given to each other across the room, the subtle electrifying touches on the pitch when you’re standing next to each other. you just don’t want to ruin things-

“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” elisa breaks you out of your thoughts, head tilted slightly to take a look at you. you were oddly silent for a while, and when elisa turned back around to see what you were doing, you were just staring into space, a dazed look on your face.

you swallow dryly, taking a deep breath. “i think i want to announce our relationship.” you say quickly, averting eye contact with her. you felt her hand tighten around yours, interlocking your fingers with hers. you look up at her timidly from your lap, and you see lines of worry etched onto her face. her brows furrowed slightly, her mouth in a taunt line.

“are you sure about this?” she questions, concern clear as day in her voice. she knew about your past, and you were the one who was more worried about the relationship compared to her. now that you were bringing this up, she had every right to be concerned.

“well, i’m just sick of people thinking i’m dating that meathead. i’m not. i’m dating you. you’re the one i love.” the moment the last sentence left your mouth, elisa swore her heart skipped a beat.

“a-are you very sure? there’s no going back after you announce this you know?” she looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty or hesitation, but all she saw was determination.

“i’m sure, baby.” you smile at her, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of her hand. at that moment, elisa was so proud of you. you have come so far, and she knew how big of a step this was for you — to publicly announce that you were in a relationship with another woman.

“i’m proud of you, mon amour.” she wore a warm smile, eyes crinkled, the midday sunlight hitting her facial features just right. you pick up your phone to snap a picture, and this time you did not shy away from her, even asking her to give you her best smile.

before you left the cafe, you quickly posted it, tagging her and titling the caption as “the love of my life, @/elisadealmeida5. mon amour.🤍” of course, the fans were not impressed, but you didn’t care, for you were finally proud to be loud about your identity and your relationship, and the press and media are not going to get in the way of that.

later that night, as you lay in bed with your head on her chest, you get a phone call from your good guy friend. elisa raises a brow at you, and you shrug, picking it up and putting him on speaker.

“yo what’s up! you’re on speaker by the way.”

“you just had to do a hard launch huh?” he cuts to the chase, tone teasing, but proud. you groan, your hand coming up to cover your face.

“ugh c’mon! they were shipping me with you out of all people!” you tease back, looking at elisa who was staring at you, admiration in her eyes. you give her a soft smile, pressing a small kiss on her cheek.

“yeah, yeah, i know. proud of you, short stack. tell elisa i said hi!” and with that, he hung up. not long after, you received an instagram notification where he replied to your post. “i told you so.. what a man child.” you read his comment and smile knowingly, and put your phone away, turning around to face elisa again when she grabs your face and kisses you hard. you gasp into the kiss, melting into her lips. when she pulls away, she leans her forehead against yours, you panting slightly.

“i’ll say this again and again, and i know you’ll grow tired of it, but i’m so proud of you, mon amour, don’t forget that.” she finishes her sentence with another passionate kiss to your lips, smiling into the kiss.

[gatitties]

A day off with Kunimi

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: You're not in the mood for training and Kunimi seems to be on the same line of thought as you

─Warnings: none

12 < 13 > 14

You were walking calmly to school, very sleepy, you almost fell or crashed on the street several times, it had not been a good choice to stay up late watching movies. You had no choice but to endure the morning, or that was what you had planned to do if it weren't for a certain first year boy, who was kicking a can with an ass face outside the gym.

"Where has Kunimi gone? Also why is (Nn) so late?"

Oikawa's voice echoed throughout the place, you and Kunimi could hear the team's confusion due to the silence at the entrance, both looked at each other without wanting to enter. Kunimi was the first to step forward, grabbing your hand to get out of there, trying not to let them hear the footsteps. A light laugh escaped your lips, thinking that you would no longer have to suffer being among a bunch of sweaty boys today, you mentally thanked your junior, tightening the grip on your clasped hands.

"I'm sorry for dragging you, I just figured you didn't feel like putting up with training today either."

"No, It's ok, I think I'll run away with you today."

He just nodded and you walked to a cafe near the high school, at your request, you were going to die of sleep if you didn't drink some caffeine immediately. When you left there you two decided to walk near the school, although finally ended up leaving, skipping a day wouldn't hurt.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Honestly, my house, but it's far away and I'm lazy."

You laughed at how sincere he was, then he thought that walking through a small market that wasn't that far away would be good, since you could entertain with the things they sold there. When you arrived, you tried on some oddly shaped glasses from a small stall, you forced Kunimi to put on the typical glasses with a fake mustache to take a photo.

He just sighed every time you stopped to look at any absurdity, like children's toys or flashy things. He only stopped when he was in front of a sweets stand, they sold a lot of different types, but he only noticed some in particular, salted caramels, they were his favorite. You noticed ir and smiled, buying several of those candies, sharing them with him, which at first he refused but then agreed to take some.

He had to hold your hand so you wouldn't get lost among so many people, he was getting tired of being there, especially because there was more and more crowd and it was becoming difficult to walk down the narrow street without crashing into someone. In fact, at the end of the street someone pushed you so hard that you even knocked Kunimi to the ground.

"Oh fu-, look where you're going, you idiot!" The lack of sleep mixed with the stress of all those people made you explode, but your focus was on Kunimi who was cleaning his pants "I'm sorry, someone pushed me, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, it hasn't been much different from when we have to do dives in training"

He feigned disinterest, even finding a funny point to the accident, you sighed at his attitude. You finished seeing things, deciding to stay in a park sitting next to a pond, watching the ducks fight to get a piece of bread that an old woman threw them.

"What a beautiful couple."

You two looked at the old lady, you had not realized that you were still holding hands and you separated immediately, causing the lady to laugh, after the embarrassing scene you left there, tyou had had enough.

"Okay, now I really want to go home, want to come?"

"Sure."

He wasn't going to stand walking from one place to another aimlessly anymore so you simply went to the boy's house, who just wanted to rest lying in his bed with some good blankets and a movie, even if you accompanied him it didn't bother him, at this point he just want to rest and do nothing.

He let out a contented sigh as he closed the door to his house, telling you where to leave your slippers while you got used to the hospitality of Kunimi's house. As you spent the morning walking around the market, you arrived just around lunchtime, although no one was home, and you had to improvise something, that is, you ordered something for delivery. While the food arrived, you started arguing about what movie to watch, because you are both iPad kids and you need to watch something while you eat.

"For the last time I'm not going to watch Barbie of Swan Lake or Meet the Robinsons."

"Kuni-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

You sighed exhaustedly, thinking about other movies, a light bulb went off in your head, and you decided to play an old reliable, Home Alone. Kunimi brought a couple of blankets, at some point in the movie you were practically hugging. Halfway through the movie his mother burst in, mocking her son for bringing a girl home, commenting on what an adorable couple you made. Kunimi had to kick her out because his mother and you started talking about him when he was a baby, because she show you an old photo. The movies ─because you decided to see a couple more─ went by so fast that you didn't even realize that it was already quite late.

"Honey, why don't you offer my future daughter-in-law a stay over?"

Everyone there knew that this was not a question but a statement, rather, an order. You almost choked upon hearing her, even though she was just teasing you, you went on to join forces at dinner to embarrass Kunimi instead, that family album can be a real danger in your hands.

"Leave the door open Akira!"

He rolled his eyes as guided you to the bathroom, lending you a change of clothes so could sleep comfortably. You could only laugh, deciding that you had had enough for today, you threw onto the bed next to Kunimi to rest, staring at the ceiling in silence listening to the little sound that came from Kunimi's phone, the first yawn was the signal for you to decide to go to sleep once and for all, you raised your leg, hitting the boy's foot.

"Good night Kunimi."

"Night..."

You smiled as you closed your eyes, taking seconds to fall into your deepest dreams, hoping that today is not the day you start talking in your sleep. He looked at you for a few seconds before putting down the phone and turning off the light without wanting to stay up late, tomorrow it wouldn't be so easy to escape from training taking into account the number of ignored messages in the team's group chat.

[stripedstarsblueflags]

i didn't win the wheel: episode 9 (pt. 1)

why did williams have to choose the freakiest content setup for the time in the season when their drivers' mental health is going to be at its lowest (so far)? seriously, this could’ve been GOLD. instead we’ve got some sad and understated praise kink and a lot of vegetables. anyway. to elaborate:

Logan: “What’s up, everyone… this is what’s-that-crunch… wheel-or-no-wheel. What we’re exactly doing here I’m not sure–”

yeah, exactly what i meant. ever see someone look that disengaged with a blindfold on? you have now. and oh god this image is a punch in the gut. the symbolism in this particular frame GAGS ME. logan is completely blindfolded, painfully and poorly delivering an unoriginal script that clearly has been fed to him seconds before the camera turns on. alex, on the other hand, is lifting his blindfold up, looking around, taking in logan and the room around them and the camera crew… honestly, you gotta feel for the williams pr team, because in this instance they’ve accidentally shown us what it’s like to have one of their drivers restricted by their device and yet forced to lead anyway while the other is dealing with a similar obstacle while being allowed and encouraged to overcome it. genuinely a coincidence but such a flop. thank god none of the fans who watch this are analytical hyperreactive overachievers who look into every single aspect of these videos with merciless scrutiny and rainbow-colored glasses, right?

omg how did i just now notice that under that stupid skinny ass table both their legs are almost touching except alex is a giraffe so he has to keep his giraffe ankles tucked awkwardly back closer to the chair legs so he’s not taking up logan’s space but he still wants to have horrible posture so he’s a half-folded lawn chair wtfffffff this is too cute!!

Logan (still doing the intro)(still confusedly): “But you know whoever wins… gets to spin tha’ wheel.”

THANK YOU, LOGAN SARGEANT. this is what i meant about blindfolds 🤝 freak content, except usually when we have other teams do this there’s usually a pretty big goofball element to it (even charlos always brings goofball to the kink). this tiny snippet on the other hand looks suspiciously like he’s doing it on purpose. just looking at the gif doesn’t begin to cover it, even to my own eyes it looks like i’m reading too much into it paired with the visual alone but it’s all in the tone of voice. i REALLY recommend rewatching this episode because there’s no way i can do it justice in just words. the closest i can get to is my favorite word to use when someone’s voice is being sexy which is ‘lilt’. like there’s no seduction or husk or anything obviously intentional like that it’s more like you can just hear the slow arrogance in their voice. the way the pitch fluctuations almost singsong like just on the edge of a taunt no matter what the actual words are saying. it’s how people say i’ve got you right where i want you.

and also. THE VISUAL?? IS STILL A THING?? logan is blindfolded since the start of the video, so until this point he’s just been facing some meaningless direction because, duh, he can’t actually see. he doesn’t even make much of an effort to face the camera as he’s introducing the show even though he obviously remembers where it is. but the shift. the turning to the camera for just a split second and his deadpan expression flickering into a lazy smirk and his voice gets ✨like that✨ and here we go game show hosts and their attraction to inanimate objects but by the time he gets to “that wheel” (tha’ wheel) he’s turning right back to alex. who at this point is probably also blindfolded. and can’t see logan. and even if he isn’t and is still fidgeting logan doesn’t know that because LOGAN CAN’T SEE SHIT. but he remembers the bit alex likes and instead of just repeating the same old same old (which we know alex will laugh at no matter how many times) he makes this tiny adjustment in just the body language and the tone of voice alone and now we’ve transitioned from him flirting with the wheel to him flirting with alex. fuck. this is episode four and episode one territory why does depression get in the way of everything

Alex: *celery noises*

Logan: “….can you take another bite?”

[both laugh]

what is this challenge like– oh my god i can’t take it any seriously than they can. first of all the ASMR mic-ed up crunching? major ick, we all know what celery sounds like, we don’t need Celery (Alex’s Version). but it’s so unbearably awkward that it ends up being hilarious anyway. logan having no idea how to ask that question (because what kind of question is “can you take another bite so i can intently listen to it with my head leaned towards your face and my eyes covered”) but at the very least it helps them bring some warmth into the activity. up to this point (with flirtatious logan appearance being a notable exception) they’ve seemed very… isolated. logan’s entire vibe is “why did you wake me up for this” at 3 pm and alex is left without 1) an interesting sport or task he actually wants to do AND 2) logan to help him stay present, cause logan is entirely matching alex’s “how long do i have to be here” energy and when they plateau like this the awkwardness becomes nauseating. until finally the game itself is so stupid that they can’t play it without laughing at the activity and themselves and even when he’s looking down logan’s smile is such a relief to see

also, alex staring intently at logan and leaning all the way over and chewing with his mouth open and trying to be as helpful as possible even while logan’s mind is entirely tv static. adorable. so often alex forgets to treat these challenges as a competition and instead to him it’s like a group activity, a puzzle they have to work together to solve like mice in a maze or smth because it’s not fun for him if logan’s losing

Alex: *pepper noises*

Logan: “A bit softer…”

Alex: “Mm. Good.”

Logan: “…one more.”

ooooh okay i like that a lot better. so the first try (celery) was a flop; already in this second item we see some changes. because what did i say alex has way more fun when this is a little puzzle they have to solve together rather than them both trying to stump the other. remember lewis looking up “most difficult words to lip-read” in that noise cancelling headphone thing against george? alex brings a very different energy. i can’t believe i’m analyzing chewing techniques now but from the very first bite he’s ending his sentence early, swallowing, leaning closer, the concentration is evident on his face with how clear he’s trying to make this crunch sound. and then logan starts talking out loud, trying to narrate his thought process basically, but not trying to trick anyone into giving him a hint– it’s sort of like on grill the grid when he thinks out loud not to entice a clue but to prove “hey, i’m thinking! i’m putting effort into this! i’m actually trying i just don’t know the answer please don’t think i’m stupid” and alex– who at this point is supposed to be competing, how many times do i have to remind– is audibly encouraging him. only leans back when he can tell logan’s on the right track (sort of).

and that in turn– just the word ‘good’ is an evident confidence boost for logan. it doesn’t take a lot to get him to turn around, alex doesn’t have to worry about being patronizing or sounding like he’s trying too hard but the fact that alex is observing how he’s doing in the first place and noticing when he improves/gets something right even in a game is enough. and so the next time logan asks for a repeat it’s not a really awkward sentence, it’s not “i’m gonna say this in a goofy voice because i’m so uncomfortable asking this that i have to make this funny because otherwise the embarrassment is going to kill both of us” it’s a command. like god shivers down my spine. and alex doesn’t laugh either he just takes another bite good boy because this is how he prefers to play the game! together!

still didn’t guess the pepper but moving on!

ok this is just adorable. alex what were you doing

didn’t set out for this to be a two-parter (maybe more???) but whenever there’s a blindfold the body language goes CRAZY to overcompensate and there’s always so much more to analyze! so breaking this down for now!

[maadvillainy]

Haii, I just love johnny vincent sm like, there aren't enough content of him 😭. I was wondering if I could request some hcs of him with a female cheerleader gf. How would he react to people having the hots for his girl 👀

of course ^_^ !

showtime

pairings: johnny vincent x fem!cheerleader reader warnings: swearing

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authors note ❥ I'm genuinely so sorry for not popping this baby out months ago I just genuinely fell uninterested in writing for a bit. I'll try and be better about it 😞 With school coming up it's gonna be hard though, my apologies you guys. 🙏 My requests are still open for those who are interested, I will look at them and I will write them(eventually) but plzz be patient I'm a lazy ho🤕 thx guys! 🩷

・At first glance its like your eyes have been met with an angel. The face of a model stuffed into the teenage cheerleader that everyone had googly eyes for. It wasn't easy being you, and a lonely greaser had to find that out the hard way.

・JOHNNY, spotted staring at you in gym as you cheer. The sweet but loud voice you carried as you cheered. It was intriguing to him. The poor boy couldn't help it.

"Go team go!" You chant with the rest of your pyramid, you weren't a flyer today but you were always so enthusiastic. Johnny's prying eyes were caught on your face, then your uniform. He thought about your voice a lot too. Like his miniature cheerleader up in his noggin. He liked the way you smiled, the way you presented yourself to everyone. You were genuine to who you were, and most importantly you were passionate about it.

・First few weeks of interaction had him freaking OUT. He was so amazed by you he wanted to hold you in his pocket forever. Head over heels and for the most gorgeous, kind and spirited person on campus? Lonely boy had to make a move and fast because there were people scavenging for you and he had to make sure he was first in line.

・Anyways,

・Johnny likes watching you practice. Not because of the way your skirt flows in the breeze when its windy sometimes but because he gets to see you smile and laugh and talk and oh my gosh he just can't.

・Always attending games JUST to see you. In your pretty outfit and your pretty dolled up face he melts!!!!!!!!! Getting pelted by rocks in the stands never felt more worth it.

"How's my pretty baby?" Johnny walks up to you, smiling with a teddy bear and water bottle in hand. You grab the gifts and hug him close. "Great with you here Johnny." You relax in his arms. While drinking some of your water you caress his cheek, kissing his lips gently before being called over again. Intermission was over. "Mm I'll see you in a bit okay?" You smile, squeezing his hand in your own. "Go be beautiful I'll be right here." He grins, pressing a swift kiss to your hand. Literally not long after Johnny is being assaulted with kettle corn, ketchup packets and rocks.

・Likes looking at you. It makes him a little anxious though because you're so pretty he doesn't want anyone stealing you from him or you finding someone else. He knows you could have anyone you want yet you choose him, and stay with him. That reassures him for a little bit before he goes back to freaking out and watching you at all times. (It's endearing but when it goes too far it gets scary, girl run.)

・But he just loves you so much like?? Don't you ever leave that man because he will treat you like a princess no doubt.

"Johnny─you've been staring at me for like...twenty minutes are you okay?" Hes just fucking drooling looking like an idiot as his eyes burn through your skull. He thinks your so pretty bro im not joking around. That boy worships the ground you walk on. He's like─"Yes queen!!! Eat them up queen!!!" He will never get bored of staring.

・Broseph gets insecure :-( tell him u love him or so help me I will😠😠 I feel like he generally has bad self esteem issues deep down. He likes it when you kiss him and tell him he's handsome. He won't do "pretty" because it makes him feel less of a man. But you're just speaking your mind...he is pretty like... He still gets a lil grumpy and hostile but its okay just keep saying he's cool n stuff and he'll be right by you in no time with no avail!

・Big time intimidation game with the rest of your clique, he puffs his chest and stuff but never will that man act on a buff jock. He will definitely kick on Kirby though he don't gaf about that weenie.

・His clique loves you no lie, they think your sweet eye candy and your really nice and funny?? Johnny really hit the jackpot yknow. I wouldn't be joking if I said at least one of them tried seducing you or hitting you up which lead to Johnny demolishing their face against the wooden boards of the fence! Yikes!

・Love u so much... Like I already said this shit but that boy ooof, he's all over you all the time.

"Baby, Johnny!" You giggled as he kissed along your neck and collarbone, exposed by the cheer outfit you wore. He was so gentle but so eager, his lips dragging across your pretty skin so delicately. It was delicious, the pretty boy kissing all on you while you sat there, late for cheer practice, again. He trailed his kisses upwards, landing them up back to your plush lips. "You're so gorgeous sweetheart, makes my heart hurt." He muttered against your lips, leaning in for a another. You were warm all over, holding his face in your hands as you made out behind the school.

・I'm really just running out of things to say because this request seemed similar to the last one.

・Yes it took me fucking months to write this I'm a procrastinator level one hundred and I'm a fat lazy bum.

[kamisama1kiss]

Hi! I hope you are well :)

I watched the Haikyu movie Dumpster Battle and what an incredible movie!!! (I was so excited at the cinema that my friend had to calm me down so I didn't short circuit).

(DID YOU SEE THE POST-CREDITS SCENES?!)

I have one lost, I was thinking about the Nekoma boys (your choice) meeting s/o after losing the match

((I felt so bad when Nekoma lost but I was happy that my Karasuno boys won, urgh this movie brought me so many emotions))

Well that's! Sorry if there are spelling mistakes, I'm still learning :p (kisses from Brazil <3)

The movie was amazing! I loved it sm and planning to watch it again the moment I can!! Sadly, I walked out before the post crdit scene, but I went on tiktok to see the rest of it, which, by the way, was literally kissable!

Deicide to do 3 of my top favourite characters from nekoma 🫶

!!MOVIE DUMSTER BATTLE SPOILERS WILL BE MENTIONED!!

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Haikyuu Nekoma Headcanons { How would they greet their lover after losing the match }

~Kuroo Tetsuro~

He had been previously talking and walking amongst some other of the nekoma team, such as Yaku and Kai. Kept an eye out for when he saw you, which didn't take too long, much to his enjoyment. Without much of a word, he went to greet his lover, who hadn't noticed him just yet. "Looking for a volleyball captain?" wrapping an arm around the lovers' shoulders.

"Tetsuro!" You jumped but quickly swaped to a smile, "I was looking for you." Lover had explained, looking up at him while intertwining their hands together. Slowly started to walk around the open room.

"Here I am. Did you enjoy the show?" Hummed from his height, squeezed your hand lightly yet in a wholesome move. "You all did amazing out there." Praising the effort they had put in only made his grin widend a little further. "Thanks, lovey." Planting a kiss on the base of your hairline.

~Kenma Kozume~

Having already hurried down to outside of the changing rooms to meet him, his lover stood there worried after seeing him getting actually hit to the ground and with the ball falling out of his hands. The train of through we're broken when the door opened showing Kenma. "Hey." A lazy expression resting on my face yet hinted with a smile.

"Are you feeling okay, after everything?" His lover spoke gently, tilting their head watching him, receiving a nod in exchange. "I had fun." Spoke simply looking at you. Placing both hands into his red sweatpant pockets. Standing in a shock for a mere moment as all the worry washed away into a happy content expression. "I am glad."

Pushing themselves off the wall while now wlaking down the corridor, "Should we get a snack?" He suggested in a light him, looking over with only his eyes, feeling his body exhausted. "I am down for a bite." You nodded, seeing his hand coming of the pocket reaching to hold pinkies with you.

~Lev Haiba~

Walking over to you with a visbal down smile, reaching for a tight hug. "Today was a lot." Whispering next to your ear, letting go of the embrace. Reaching for your hand, leaning forward when you spoke. "You did great, though." His lover muttered softly, making his frown turn upside down.

"Really?" If he had a tail, it would be going wagging behind him. Compliments always make him feel better, even if he won or lost a match. "Of course i think so." You said with a smile, straightened his back. Flexing the free arm with a the most shit eating grin this man ever had.

He might not have won the match, but he won the award for most supporting lover. "I appreciate your loyalty in believing my strength." Lifting your hand to place small peck on the top side.

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Thank you, sm, for 118 followers!!! I'd never believe to have THAT many people would support me!! I appreciate and love every single of you very much 🫶🫶

[otomegamesforlife]

Love Song

Prompt: This started out with the idea that our dear Hunter Mc can sing and blow away the men. Then, it somehow became a love declaration through song. I got so distracted. Here's a tribute!

Warnings: None, just fluff Tags: Established Relationship Reader's Name: Mc (Main Character) Reader is Mc or Main Character, but I made it sound like it’s a name! I’m too lazy to think of a real name. Forgive me! Y/N didn’t feel right somehow *sweats* Could this still be considered x reader? Oh god.

Note: The song is "POV" by Ariana Grande. Imagine our lovely Mc with Ariana’s voice. The kiss banner inspired me to drop everything and just write this.

Zayne

Zayne had just finished a grueling surgery that took longer than expected. He glanced at his watch, knowing Mc would be at the Unicorn Hunter’s party. With Captain Jena there, he wasn’t too worried. Jena was responsible, after all.

As he changed out of his scrubs, his phone rang. "Good evening, Zayne speaking. How can I help you, Captain?"

A soft chuckle met his ears. "Of course, order some more drinks, Johnson." He frowned, pushing back the urge to check the caller ID. He trusted his memory. "Hello, Dr. Zayne. Not a medical emergency, but I need your help picking up Mc. Tara’s house is on the opposite side of her place, and I want to ensure she gets home safely."

He agreed and hurried out the door, Captain Jena’s laughter lingering in his mind. He wondered if the Captain was drunk and what the state of the party would be.

Upon arriving, he was relieved to find the party well-organized. Everyone was seated, and his wife was draped over a relaxed Captain Jena, her hair done and a smile on her face.

“Your husband’s here, Mc!” Tara announced, walking past him to Mc’s side.

Mc stood up quickly, stumbling slightly. Zayne’s arms instinctively reached out, but Captain Jena was faster in helping her up. As soon as Mc crosses to meet him she buries her face in his chest, inhaling his scent.

“You’re drunk,” he remarked.

She giggled, looking up at him with arms still wrapped around his waist. “And happy you’re here.”

He sighed, cupping her face and gently rubbing his thumbs under her eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

She grinned and bit her lip. He pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing what she was thinking. She giggled, letting go to loop her arm through his.

Then a voice announced, “Your turn, Mc!”

He frowned as Johnson, a fellow hunter, called her to the stage. “Aren’t we going home?”

Mc shook her head, smirking. “No one leaves the Unicorn without singing a song. This one’s for you!”

He watched as she walked to the stage, surprisingly steady. The slow beat began, and she started to sing. It was like a love letter set to music.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The cheers of the team faded into the background. He didn’t see everyone swaying to the song. He found himself moving towards her as the song ended, and she threw herself into his arms.

“I love you,” she whispered, kissing his ear.

Captain Jena took the mic from Mc’s hands. “You’re free to go, Hunter.”

It didn’t matter that he was missing the rest of the performances. All that mattered was the love of his life, now in his arms, making herself small and drifting to sleep with a smile.

Zayne shifted Mc’s weight slightly, guiding her towards the door. “I had no idea you could sing like that,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Mc smiled sleepily. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she teased, her voice a soft, melodic whisper.

As they walked out into the cool night air, Zayne felt a pang of guilt. How much had he missed in the chaos of their lives? How many moments like this had slipped through his fingers?

“Did you enjoy the party?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Mc nodded, resting her head against his shoulder. “It was fun. I needed it.”

Zayne glanced down at her, her face peaceful and content. “I’m glad you had fun, but next time, maybe a little less alcohol?”

She laughed, a sound that made his heart swell. “Yes, doctor. I promise.”

They reached their car, and Zayne helped Mc into the passenger seat. As he started the engine, Mc’s eyes fluttered open. “You know, Zayne,” she began, her voice thoughtful, “I’ve always wanted to love myself the way you love me.”

Zayne’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “You deserve that, Mc. You deserve to see yourself the way I see you.”

She reached out, her fingers brushing his cheek. “I’m trying. I really am.”

He turned to look at her, his heart aching with love and pride. “You’re doing great, Mc. You’re incredible.”

She smiled, closing her eyes again. “With you, I feel like I can do anything.”

Zayne drove in silence, his thoughts racing. He made a silent vow to himself: to cherish these moments, to never take them for granted, and to always remind Mc how extraordinary she was.

As they pulled into their driveway, Zayne gently woke Mc. “We’re home, sweetheart.”

She blinked up at him, her eyes soft with affection. “Home,” she echoed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

Zayne helped her inside, guiding her to their bedroom. As she settled into bed, he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Mc. More than anything.”

She smiled, her eyes already drifting shut. “And I you.”

He watched her for a moment longer, his heart full. Then he slipped into bed beside her, pulling her close.

Xavier

The night at the Unicorn Hunter’s headquarters was winding down, but the tradition of everyone singing a song before the party ended kept the energy high. Xavier leaned back against the wall, watching his teammates take their turns. Captain Jena was making her way to the stage, a confident smirk on her face. Xavier sighed, longing to be at home, wrapped in his wife's arms.

He was lost in his thoughts when he felt a gentle nudge. “You're singing tonight,” Captain Jena says, handing the mic as she passed by to the next hunter.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll sing, but only because she’s here,” he said, his eyes seeking out his wife in the crowd. She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement and love.

The next few minutes were a blur of laughter and cheers as the rest took turns. Xavier clapped along, but his heart wasn’t in it. He just wanted the night to end so he could go home and cuddle with his wife.

Then it was his turn. He took the mic, glancing at his wife one more time. “This one’s for you,” he said softly, his voice carrying through the room.

The first notes of a slow, soulful melody filled the air, and Xavier began to sing. His deep voice resonated with emotion, each word a declaration of love and devotion. He sang about their journey, the moments they shared, and the way she made him feel complete. As the song progressed, the others faded into the background, and it was as if only the two of them existed in the room.

When he finished, the room erupted in applause, but Xavier’s eyes were only for his wife. She stood, tears glistening in her eyes, and made her way to the stage. As she reached him, she took the mic from his hand.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I didn’t know If I could sing like this, but you inspire me, Xavier.”

She began to sing a song that was a love letter to him. Her voice, soft and melodic, carried the words of a woman who had found her strength and happiness through the love of her husband. She sang about how he loved her, how he made her feel cherished and valued, and how she wanted to love herself the way he loved her.

Xavier was transfixed. The team cheered and clapped, but he barely noticed. His heart swelled with pride and love as he listened to her pour out her heart in song. When she finished, he didn’t hesitate. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered against her lips.

She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with love. “It’s because of you, Xavier. You make me want to be better, to love myself the way you love me.”

He kissed her again, deeply and passionately, then turned to the team. “Sorry, everyone, but I’m taking my wife home.”

There were groans and playful complaints, but Xavier didn’t care. He held her close, and in a flash, they teleported away, leaving the party behind.

They appeared in their living room, the familiar surroundings a comforting contrast to the noise and chaos of the party. Xavier looked at his wife, his heart full. “You have no idea how much that meant to me,” he said softly.

She cupped his face in her hands, her touch gentle and loving. “I wanted you to know how much I appreciate you, how much I love you.”

He pulled her into another hug, burying his face in her hair. “You show me every day, but hearing you sing it… it was incredible.”

They moved to the couch, cuddling together under a soft blanket. Xavier held her close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. “You know, you never have to doubt how much I love you,” he murmured. “You’re everything to me.”

She sighed contentedly, snuggling closer. “And you’re everything to me, Xavier. Thank you for loving me the way you do.”

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away.

Rafayel

Rafayel wasn’t good with phone calls, but he was lucky to have set an alarm to pick his wife up. Seeing that it was her captain calling, he immediately called back but got no answer. His heart pounded as he tracked her device location. When he arrived, he saw his wife draped over Captain Jena’s lap, the latter brushing her hair while sipping a drink.

He frowned, moving forward. No one touched his wife like that! Captain Jena saw him, nodded, and tapped Mc to stand. His wife stood, her mouth agape and eyes glassy.

“You’re here!”

He pouted, pulling her close as soon as they met in the middle. The rest of the team was busy, Captain Jena now attending to Tara in her lap.

“I didn’t know being captain granted that privilege?” he asked, giving Mc some space to check her.

“What? Oh—only girls! She’s the mother unicorn after all.”

He sighed, cupping her face and fixing the hair sticking to her forehead. “I see I’m replaced by the Captain. How dare you!”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s your fault. You took so long.”

He gaped, placing his hands on her hips. “Me? I wanted to join you at this party, but you said to stay home and pick you up! I am punctual!”

“I missed my grandma… She used to do that.”

Rafayel sighed, brushing her hair as if rewriting the Captain’s strokes. “I’ll have you know my hands are prettier than your Captain’s!”

“Then you’d do it for me—”

“—How could you even ask!”

“That means I won’t do it to you.”

“What?!”

“We can’t do it at the same time, you know.”

“You fishy drunk, we’ll take turns.”

“You’re the fishy!”

“I’m done! Mc, it’s your turn! We can’t have you leaving without a song!”

Rafayel frowned at the guy waving the mic, not letting go of Mc’s hips until she patted his hand. “You’re just in time.” She winked, pulling him to the front row.

The slow beat began. He had never heard her sing on stage, only hum. He was amazed at how she sounded. In all their lives together, he had never heard her sing a love song like this.

He felt tears in his eyes, her form becoming blurry. It was as if it was just the two of them. The team’s cheers drowned in silence.

When she finished, he held out a hand and led her out of the event space.

“Love—”

Before Mc knew it, he had pulled her into a corner, his body trembling with sobs. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you,” she replied, cupping his face with her hands and looking deeply into his eyes.

Rafayel's voice was choked with emotion as he continued, “I had no idea you could sing like that. It was... incredible. You poured your heart out, and I felt every word.”

Mc smiled, wiping away his tears with her thumbs. “I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. How your love makes me feel strong and cherished. I want to love myself the way you love me.”

He pulled her close, his forehead resting against hers. “You already are. You’re amazing, just the way you are. I’m so proud of you.”

She kissed him softly, her lips warm and tender. “Thank you for always being there for me, for loving me unconditionally.”

Rafayel took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Come on, let’s get us home. I need some rest after all that excitement.”

"What's this tapping out so early?"

"You just had to ruin it"

As they walked to the car, Rafayel kept his arm around her, his heart swelling with pride and love. The ride home was quiet, the intimacy of the moment lingering between them.

When they arrived, Rafayel helped Mc inside, guiding her to their bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with a soft smile. “You know, I never thought I’d sing in front of everyone like that. But with you there, I felt brave.”

He knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. “You were incredible. I’m so lucky to have you.”

She leaned down, kissing the top of his head. “And I’m lucky to have you.”

They climbed into bed, Rafayel pulling her close. As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, he whispered, “I'll love you with everything I have.”

Mc snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest.

"Where's my response?"

"I don't know... What if you combust if I love you with everything I have?"

"WHAT"

Thank you for reading!

[scribble-dribble-writes]

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Lazy Sunday morning

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You were a go getter, a team player, one who knows what to do next all the time that you wished someone would just hold you down, to tell you to breathe. You jumped head first into the next big thing because that was how you survived in this hospitality business. That was how you survived in life in general. So the word lazy never existed in your world. You couldn’t understand the appeal.

Until today.

As you stretched under the covers watching sunlight filter through the blinds. Sunday morning gently coming alive and for the first time you were still in bed. Your usual routine was to head to the markets at five in the morning, to stock up the restaurant with fresh local produce. But instead, when you turned, you caught sight of him still asleep.

The details on his face were remarkable, that often times you only focus on his eyes when he was looking at you. He had that skill, to make you feel like the only girl to exist when his gaze was on you. But now, you caught the way his thick eyelashes curved up effortlessly. The subtle cupid’s bow and the scattered dark spots. The soft rhythm in which his chest rose and fell, his arm slung over you as his fingers twitched. He was dreaming, and just when you were going to question the subject of his dreams, he pulled you closer.

So it turns out, that even someone like you could do lazy mornings. You wrapped your arm around his torso and moved deeper into his hold. No one could take this away. This was all yours to enjoy.

He stirred next to you as he mumbled good morning, his voice husky and coarse. He placed his chin on the top of your head as he put his leg over yours, you couldn’t help but sigh with content.

“We have a lot of work to do today.”, you murmured into the skin of his chest with your eyes closed.

“What help do you need?”, he asked groggily.

“We have all these boxes to sort.”, you peeled away from where you had tucked your face into his neck.

“I haven’t been able to do it for awhile.”, you caught his eyes, contemplating if it was appropriate to tell him the reason behind it.

“Since Melissa’s passing?”, he asked gently, his hand rubbing your back as though he knew you needed comfort.

But all you could do was tilt your head to the side, bewildered how he knew about something you had never shared.

“I overhead bits and pieces about your story at school during lunch time. Teachers love to gossip.”, he gave you a lopsided grin.

“Ken Carson, you trust the rumor mill?”, you narrowed you eyes at him playfully.

“No but to be fair you were ignoring me then.”, he pouted and you couldn’t help but smile. You tucked your head under his chin and he very happily welcomed you into his embrace again.

“I know it’s been a while and I should have gotten over it. But I don’t know, she made me feel loved. Like I was a part of a family for a while.”, you said quietly. These secrets were never shared but confiding in him made the burden feel lighter.

“Grief takes time to heal.”, he said softly as he drew circles on your waist.

“When did you get this philosophical?”, you chuckled and he joined you but he sobered as though there was more to it.

“I knew this kid for a year. He was brilliant and kind but then stopped coming to school. When I found out he was getting treated for cancer, I didn’t know what it was. But I saw him, battle it out and lose against it. I didn’t cry then cause all these concepts that reality was bound by I had never experienced before. But one night as I sat to watch a show, I began to cry and continued to well into the night.”, he shared as he sighed.

“The toughest bit is when it catches you in the middle of a class or you see another kid play football that in turn makes you angry in how any of this is fair but that’s the stake of being here. It’s about every second and what you choose to do with it.”, he concluded to then softly place a kiss on your forehead.

“So if it catches you when we’re sorting the boxes, I’ll be there to hold you up.”, he said it with a confidence that it caused you to tear up.

“Thank you.”, you whispered as you held onto him.

“Now get up, lazy bones, I’ll make us a fresh batch of tea.”, he patted your back as you groaned when he began to slip away from you.

His skin a delight to look at in the morning light as he put on a Tshirt, his puffy sleep ridden eyes made him look all the more dreamier. You pushed away the blanket with a deep breath, the smell of fresh linen and fabric conditioner giving you the boost to get a move on. You had the world to save.

*

You walked into your place and knew the first thing you had to do. Walking up to the cookie jar, you popped open the lid and fetched one for him and yourself. His eyes lit up the moment he recognized it,

“I was supposed to give them to you yesterday but they were too hot to pack.”, you said as he took one from you.

He bit into it and you watched as his shoulder relaxed, his eyes closed and he groaned out of satisfaction.

“Brie, I had missed these.”, he mumbled with his mouth full as you lead him to the storage room, which had been Melissa’s room before.

Your hand hovered over the door knob and when you took a minute, his hand rested on your shoulder, to remind you that he was by your side. Taking a deep breath, you let your palm hold the cold metal and twist it.

The old residual smell of her perfume wafted over you and it brought back all the memories. You sitting by the vanity set as she gave you her antique jewelry set for the restaurant’s anniversary dinner. The side table that still held a half embroidered handkerchief. Pictures of you on one side of the wall, you grew nauseous. She had loved you like a mother even though you were no one’s daughter.

But Ken placed his palm on the small of your back, his lips touching the edge of your ear as he said, “You’re stronger than the past, Brie.”

It got you to stand still, to regain yourself. Because you were. You were stronger than all that had happened. So you turned to kiss his cheek as new found strength filled your system.

“Ok", you said as you inhaled deeply.

"Let’s start with this box here.”, you dusted your hands and got to work.

---

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[slythereen]

apologies if you’ve answered this before or if there’s not really a specific gathered resource, but you seem knowledgeable about such things!— i am interested in learning more about f1 racing, do you have any recommendation for where to find a beginners guide/‘f1 for dummies’/place to begin learning more?

hello!!! i am also rather new to the sport and had to consume massive amounts of content from all over the place and frankly am still learning a lot all the time, so i'm not exactly an expert. what i can share are resources i relied on in my own ✨ descent into madness ✨ though !

so, my incomplete and questionable guide to selling your soul to f1:

it's all about how you like to learn and consume media tbh. i tried to watch a race initially, was confused, regrouped and started exploring. personally i watched all of dts up to the current season and then watched the first few races that i had missed while obsessively trawling twitter to learn more and waiting for my first live race (aka australia this year — massive rip). but it's up to you how you dive in!!

drive to survive

don’t get me wrong, dts has its issues — they invent drama, have some misleading portrayals, like to splice together clips from different race weekends together. it’s definitely more of a creative project than a straight up documentary. 

that being said, it also explains a lot of the lore and history behind the sport, teams, and drivers in an entertaining fashion. it’s newcomer friendly so it explains the rules. yes, will buxton gets a lot of heat for stating the obvious, but some of those obvious explanations are helpful for the clueless. 

there are also a lot of very cool shots and some good exclusive interviews that they get. sure, you can probably find them clipped on youtube, but may as well just watch dts. the first season is a little slow if you’re like me and want to see charles immediately (worth noting not all teams had agreed to participate s1), but that’s just me. 

(plus: it’s entertaining. i live for drama. just take said drama with a grain of salt and assume it’s probably invented or blown out of proportion.) 

the tiktok girlies 

again: tiktok can be a bit hit or miss. you’ll see a lot of bad takes and pure cringe if you linger too long on f1 tiktok. but i started watching content from a few f1 girlies who seems reliable and had friendly introductory content. they’re generally very nice and happy to answer questions. 

after a while i stopped watching them just because i no longer needed the intro information or explanations, but they did help fill in gaps and point out some of the inaccuracies of dts. 

some who helped me learn more:

@/lissiemackintosh (okay she's an f1 presenter but she's cool as shit i love her queen of the paddock etc etc)

@casxf1 (intro content is sort of her Thing)

@formula_dev (she was my go-to girlie for learning)

@f1toni

f1tv content 

i am pretty sure f1tv isn’t available in all countries, but i have always watched races through f1tv. there are a lot of ways to watch races live illicitly if that’s what you prefer, and other countries have sky or other channels they can watch on (USA also has espn), but i prefer f1tv because i’m too lazy to find streams and don’t want to worry about stream issues mid race. 

plus: f1tv comes with a whole archive of past seasons and a host of other media content during race weekends (ie, the fia press conferences on thursday, post-quali and post-race). they have a tech talk series that explains some of the technical aspects, do weekend warm-ups each race weekend that gives an update/context, and have been adding more intro content on the platform. there’s an app, which is convenient. 

the f1tv stream also allows you to use the channel switcher to choose between your commentary options (f1tv or sky’s commentators), or to see the live timing data, or to see any of the driver onboards. it’s quick and you can switch back and forth easily. (if your computer can handle it — my mac often can’t — you can use multiviewer with your f1tv subscription to set up a bunch of different screens and panels to watch, for example, the main stream and a driver’s onboard. or multiple onboards. or whatever you want basically. personally i usually put the race on my ipad and the onboard on my phone, because that streams perfectly and multiviewer likes to kill my laptop.) 

the downfall of f1tv is that they don’t have a smart tv app yet. idk why. it’s very irritating. it also might be a bit expensive to some, but i think it’s worth it. 

f1 twitter (hell)

it’s a minefield out there. truly. BUT my next big question, after starting to get into watching races live and watching some old seasons and learning how it works, is how people seemed to always be in the know about paddock gossip. i wanted to know about it as it was happening and see the ~drama~ unfold live and feel like i was part of the season actually occurring. 

so: twitter. follow your teams, follow your drivers, the for you tab is actually your friend here because it’ll bring new journalists and f1 commentators into your orbit as you learn who is who. some of the big driver fan pages operate as sources of information and updates with relative stealth if not immediate updating. 

at this point i follow enough people (and have infected my algorithm enough) that i tend to see gossip and updates across most of the teams. big news tends to get shared by everyone anyway. 

if you prefer tumblr, you can still get A Lot of updates on drama and gossip pretty quickly. there is a bit of a delay between information hitting twitter and information hitting tumblr (partially because none of the official teams or drivers have accounts on tumblr; partially because of the amount of people on f1twt versus f1blr). BUT, a lot of us tumblr girlies liveblog during the races and sessions and bring any crucial content over from twitter to share here, so the info will probably be here eventually/soonish. (following the race tags each weekend will prob give you a lot of the quick updates live.) 

some great charles specific update accounts

@leclercsletters

@leclercdata

@/charlsleclerc

@cleclercfansuk

others i follow for the 🍵 (not necessarily CL fans/i follow some ppl i disagree with for the intel) 

@fiadocsbot (😭) / @f1 / other official accounts press etc. 

@_allthatglitz

@maranellosaint

@scuderiafemboy (actually also has tumblr)

@fm1_3316

@/lecstappens

@candeleclerc16

@/elpredestinato

@formuleo_

@pikaclerc

@leclerqz

@fottitiferrari

@/f1tami

@/htrs4piastri

@estestroll

@fanaticsferrari

there are certainly more i see on my timeline all the time !!! this is just skimming through my following on the train 😭

tbh if i started trying to list tumblrs with hot takes that i follow we might be here all day. note to self: make my following list public lmfao

introductory posts & masterlists & others

full disclosure: these are resources i went hunting for out of curiosity and never actually used myself, but they looked fun and funky so yaknow. if there are iconic masterlists that i am missing, rip, someone please feel free to add or correct me. some of these are definitely seasons of old (aka like last year) but you get the point.

f1chronicle has this guide!

f1 put out their own beginner's guide to f1 video but it's like......5 minutes (and here is their longer intro video for 2023)

this much longer intro to the rules video by school of sports looks promising

apparent f1 also has a whole category of articles in their beginner's guide series

@babssionate's ppt guide to f1 and drivers intro

@shuntedmate's (sister's) ppt beginner's guide to f1

pitwall's beginner guide to f1 ppt

@race-week's guide to getting into the technical side of f1 (and whole blog appears to be some cool info on drivers and histories etc)

here is @lestappenforever's glorious guide to charles' driving style that i re-found while trying to figure out if i have a reference list tag (i dont)

[ditzydreamsss]

If you're korean and looking for mcyt i recommend 뜰팁 <3

I just made it into a post because there's too much so.

inhales

stuff in italic are my personal recommendations! Blue means I absolutely want you to watch it :>

SERIES

금수저 아가씨 시리즈

A very wholesome series. Features Jamdeul (잠뜰) and Gonglyong (공룡) as a rich families' children, always getting into some kind of trouble or event. Healing contents, for once ㅠㅠㅠ

미궁 - Labyrinth

Jamdeul, along with nine other people, are all competing for victory in a series of games called "Labyrinth Project (미궁 프로잭트). But there is mystery that surrounds the entire project, and something's a little fishy...

(Ditzy's notes: DUCKGAE AND BAEDI LETS GOOOO!!!! W PAIR TBH i love them so much)

초능력 세계여행

(PLAYLIST IS BACKWARDS)

Jamdeul's father wants her to become a doctor, but studying doesn't fit with her. Her dream is to travel all around the world, and when she joins a "World Traveling Club", her dream comes true when she meets three club members with various different superpowers- mind control, teleport, and fire maneuver.

They're so blorbo i want to squish them all <333

스틸 하트 - Steel Heart

Jamdeul only thinks of robots as AI. But soon after she manages to join the biggest robot company around, a certain old robot shows up to her door and shows her that robots are not heartless metal things she once thought they were.

혁명

Haha! Healing contents hhahahahasaashahahaaa,,....

수상안 이웃집

Jamdeul moves into a neighborhood but the moment she sets foot, something feels off...

Turns out she's the only human ever around her block and everyone else are magical creatures like vampires or fairies or dragons!

(Ditzy's notes: A very cracky and funny silly little series, I LOVE IT SO MUCH, they have a special place in my heart because it was one of the first series I watched when rewatching JamdeulTV)

밤을 보는 눈

(THIS PLAYLIST IS BACKWARDS)

Jamdeul is a exorcist who slices away evil spirits that linger around the human world. But for some reason, there has been an increase of them lately. Also, what's with this new cocky exorcist, (unintentionally) taking all of Jamdeul's customers?

Also 이세계 삼남매 or 뜰빛탐정's really good. Pretty old content though so chances the one person I'm targeting this post for probably has seen it. If not, 100% recommend those.

SINGLE VIDEOS & other stuff

레전드 크루매치

Kind of like 미궁 but also not. Featuring a lot of other creators!

수현은 레전드다

벌칙 영상! Good to play in the background 👍 Suhyen has to find.. I think 5 biomes? Maybe? Maybe 4 I don't remember.

Those are the two pretty long videos. Got lazy and just made a playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLHqo9x-e4SCthMRhUgei39sGOERYU9UmX&si=X_LD48Bu_YBTCUAL

tbh just this channel in general: 고수 GOSU

Also maybe team salad... 팀샐러드... All their videos in general. They're funnie :3

oh yeah also gonna move all my korean mcyt stuff to this side(?) blog: https://www.tumblr.com/pixsaladpit

COUGH COUGH @littlebitsalt COUGHHHHHHHHHHH

ow

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth In Your Skin - 13

The tattoo shop au continues! And is so SO spicy...

If you want to read it from the start it's all over on ao3. <3

David/Darlin, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley

tags: angst, past abuse, explicit sexual content, relationship building, communication!

The Truth In Your Skin - 13

Darlin sat in the corner of the couch, remote in hand, trying to pick something to watch.

The apartment smelled like popcorn even before the microwave dinged and David opened it, pulling out the bag.

Asher wasn’t home. It was just the two of them tonight. It wasn’t like they didn’t hang out just the two of them, but this seemed different. Asher was going to something with Huxley and his team for the weekend. Darlin rubbed their tongue against the inside of their lip, automatically looking for the metal ring that wasn’t there anymore. Were they spending the night? What did that mean? What would David want that to mean? Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

David dumped the popcorn into a big bowl. Of course, he did. Darlin would have just eaten it out of the bag.

“Are you overthinking something?” he asked in that gravel deep voice.

Their gaze flicked up from the bowl to his face. He was watching them. “Fuck you,” they shot off and then almost choked, heat rushing to their face.

David blinked and then grinned. It was nothing if not smug. He nodded as if to say, “interesting” and tossed the empty bag. “Did you pick out something to watch?” He picked up the bowl and joined them in the living room, putting it down on the coffee table between their glasses.

He sat down, not on the other side of the couch but in the middle, next to Darlin. Their thighs bumped and Darlin didn’t move to break that contact. They forced their eyes back on the tv. “I’m thinking maybe that new horror comedy…”

He screwed up his face, leaning back into the couch. “What the hell is a horror comedy?”

Darlin smiled. “Like, a slasher but with hijinks. Wait, you’ve never seen one?”

He shook his head.

“Oh, then fuck that, we’re watching Happy Death Day.”

He frowned outright, lifting that pierced eyebrow. “That sounds stupid.”

“You’re going to love it.” Darlin found it and hit play before he could read what it was about or argue. They put the remote down, took a handful of popcorn and leaned back into the couch beside him, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

After his first huffed breath, a near laugh for David, they relaxed, smirking to themself because he really was going to get a kick out of this movie. He stole some of the popcorn out of their hand rather than reaching for the bowl. “Do you want to do another session on your tattoo next week?”

Darlin chewed, nodding, but said, “Maybe we should do the tattoo after hours, like you said. So as not to freak anyone out.”

David turned his head to the side to look at them. “That’s not what I said. We can work on it after hours if you’re more comfortable with that—not to make other people more comfortable with it. It’s about you and your body. I’ve never asked someone with a cover up job to come in after hours to not bother other people with their scars, Darlin…”

Heat rushed to Darlin’s face. Yeah. Of course, he wouldn’t tell anyone else that. They wouldn’t either. But…

David shifted a little toward them. “You said you and Milo were okay,” he said quietly, a question there.

Darlin nodded. “We are. I just… He was definitely freaked out.”

“He’s your friend, and Milo cares a lot about his friends getting hurt,” he said, the “we all do” hanging there unsaid.

Darlin nodded again.

David looked at them for a little longer. They weren’t sure what he saw, but he touched their cheek and leaned in. Just like usual, he didn’t close the distance on the first kiss, he just leaned and waited, like it was up to them. Darlin wasn’t sure why, but they really liked that. Maybe it was the self-control? Or the care? Heat pressed into their cheeks and they kissed him, soft and slow, growing deep and lazy. Their hand found the front of his shirt, fingers twisting in cotton to feel his chest beneath. His hand gripped their hip, squeezing in time with a low groan.

Darlin moved, straddling his lap and getting leverage in that kiss, his face tipped up to theirs now and his big hands gripped the backs of their thighs. He fed them his tongue and they sucked until he grunted and squirmed under them.

They settled in his lap, pressing hard and feeling his arousal. It sent a shudder through them, physical proof that he was attracted to them. It wasn’t something they ever worried about before. Not that they’d thought a lot of themself, they just hadn’t overthought it at all. Now? Now they overthought everything. Now they worried.

When was the last time they’d…

No. Nope. Not going to think about any of that.

They didn’t need to think about anything but this moment and David.

One of his hands was up the back of their shirt, finding skin, tracing their spine. “Darlin…” he ground out their name in a low whisper.

The raw want in his voice made them groan. They tugged at his shirt. They wanted it off. They wanted more contact. They hadn’t wanted anything like that in years. They hadn’t even thought about skin and kissing and more again until David. Now they fucking ached.

He smiled against the kiss and lifted his arms, letting them drag his shirt off of him. They pulled theirs off too, hesitating for a second the way they’d learned to whenever exposing that devastating side. But David had seen it plenty and now the past was half-covered in new ink. They pressed against him and they both sighed at the press of hips and skin. His hands were on them again, their kisses growing urgent.

Darlin dragged their hands down his chest, trailing that line of soft hair down his lower abdomen to the top of his jeans. They wanted to see him, touch him, and taste him. “Can I?” they asked, more than a little proud they hadn’t tripped over the damn words.

He growled, hips rolling up under them. “Yes.”

They kissed him again, pulling his fly open and pushing his jeans down his hips. His erection strained the front of his black briefs and when they rubbed him through that thin fabric, he moaned into their mouth.

His teeth grazed their bottom lip in a playful ghost of a bite and their whole body jerked back, off his lap and onto the coffee table, knocking over the popcorn bowl and startling them both. They stared at each other, panting, eyes wide, no longer touching.

Fuck.

Darlin swallowed hard, their pulse loud in their skull and somewhere back there, the sound of their head thumping against hardwood and the feel of someone else’s teeth on their lip, hooking into that piercing.

David stared back at them, unreadable.

Fuck!

“I’m sorry,” they both coughed up the words at the same time.

Darlin shook their head, looking around at the mess they’d made. At least they’d managed not to knock over the glasses… This was humiliating enough already. How had they ruined everything so fast?

“Darlin…”

They winced, dragged another breath, and glanced at him. He was right in front of them, after all, his knees between their sprawled legs. Their cheeks burned. “I’m sorry,” they said again, voice husky from want and defeat. Where do they go from here? What do they do? They’d gotten them both riled up and then jumped like a spooked cat.

David shook his head leaning forward slowly, like they might jump again. Fair. “I wasn’t thinking… It was the teeth?”

They cringed, fighting the instinct to deny it. “Yeah. I’m—”

“Don’t apologize,” he said quickly, like hearing it again would cause him physical pain. “Is this the first time you’ve fooled around since…” He left it hanging because he wouldn’t say “broke up” like it had been something amicable, but they also hadn’t talked about it in detail. Darlin hadn’t given it words so neither could he.

They exhaled shakily and nodded once, fighting not to lie or run.

“Do you want to stop here for tonight? We can just watch the movie and maybe talk about it?”

Darlin groaned, scrubbing a hand over their face. “No. I want to not have fucked it up to start with.” After a few seconds they dropped their hand and opened their eyes. They weren’t sure what sort of disappointment or pity they’d expected on his face but it wasn’t there. He leaned forward, legs still spread with theirs between his. His elbows settled on his knees, his head cocked to the side to watch them. “No teeth, then,” he said, voice still gravelly with want.

They shivered.

“Do you want to be on top? Be in charge?”

Darlin swallowed hard. “No.”

David groaned deep in his chest but didn’t move to touch them yet. “Anything else off limits that you know of? We can add to the list as we go…”

Darlin tried to think beyond just imagining touching him again. Off limits. They’d never really had any hard rules before, nothing that didn’t require serious conversation beforehand anyway. But now? Teeth against their lip had set them off. “Name calling… Hair pulling…”

For a second the darkness in his eyes wasn’t lust, it was anger, but then it was gone and he nodded. “Can I touch you?”

Darlin exhaled hard, a mix of relief and desire. “Yeah.” They reached for him, his body already leaning into theirs, grabbing their hips to pick them up off the table and drag them back onto his lap. They shook with the weight of relief when they were against him again, arms curled around the back of his shoulders and mouth crushing his. They made out like they needed it—like they needed each other.

-

David broke the kiss, gripping the side of their neck and making them look at him, really look at him. God, he loved the way their breath dragged and those little moans rattling in their chest. “You can add to the list whenever you want to, whatever you want to,” he said, his voice gravel, but it needed to be said and he needed to know they’d heard him. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Darlin. “You know that, right? You have to tell me.”

Darlin shivered and nodded, fingers sliding down his abdomen to hastily hook into the elastic band of his briefs. “Y-Yeah. Yes. I know. I know.”

David grinned, growling when he lifted them up and moved, easily switching places to put them down on the couch and him on his knees on the floor between their spread thighs. “Good, because you’re so fucking hot you’re driving me crazy.”

Darlin blinked, surprised and then slowly grinning. “Shaw…”

He pulled the front of their jeans open and they swallowed a moan when they lifted their hips for him, letting him drag the last of their clothing down their hips and then lifting their legs in the air to get them free. He palmed their naked thighs, spread. Their hair was mussed up, half in their face, but those intense eyes were on him the whole time. “You got any problems with me using my mouth?”

Darlin choked back a moan, squirming under his grip. “Nope. No problems.”

He groaned and closed the distance between them, reveling in the way they bucked and gasped, their hands flying to his shoulders. Their need felt amazing, like his own being bounced right back at him. They swore and begged, clapping a hand over their own mouth when they got loud, like that was the only way they could possibly bring the volume down. He didn’t care if the neighbors heard.

They tried to warn him when they were close, like there was any chance in hell he’d stop. He wanted to hear what they sounded like when they came. He wanted the first of a thousand orgasms to be on his tongue.

They screamed a moan into their palm, their body twitching and convulsing under his grip.

When they shuddered and came back to themself, David smiled and pressed a kiss into their thigh, watching that dazed look on their face and feel way the fuck too proud of himself. He knew the intensity of that orgasm wasn’t entirely due to his skill. How long had it been since the last time they… No, he pushed that thought away, reveling instead in having them with him now, naked and twitching on his couch in the aftermath of pleasure he’d brought them.

And then those eyes were on him, breath still coming fast.

He grinned and then gasped in surprise when they tackled him to the floor. He landed on his back on the rug, beside spilled popcorn. They kissed him hard, their tongue flicking against his lip ring, before they slid hastily down his legs, until they were laying between them. They peppered kisses against his abdomen, fingers curling into the elastic of his briefs and finally dragging them down to where his jeans were barely hanging on his thighs. His cock slapped their bare chest, making them both groan.

He watched them slide lower and then finally lift their head to look at him. Their surprise and sharp inhale, accompanied by that lusty smirk was more than gratifying. He twitched, biting his lip when they took him in hand, stroking, exploring, dragging their gaze down to the lorum piercing, a silver bar at his base. “Fuck…” Darlin groaned and then leaned down and licked him.

David inhaled through his teeth and dropped his head back. He almost reached for their hair before catching himself, pushing his palm down against the rug beside his hip instead. They sucked and he growled, pressing his skull back to keep from jerking his hips forward. They were slow, not timid or unsure, just teasing. He shivered, looking down his body to watch when they finally took him into their mouth. They looked back at him through their lashes when they swallowed him deeper, trying to take as much of him as possible.

He clawed at the rug, his eyes rolling. “Darlin… Fuck… Your mouth…” he ground out words, disjointed. They hummed around him, adding to the already fantastically lewd sounds of their mouth on his sex. He groaned when he was close, his arms curling up over his head to grab at his own hair. “Darlin… I’m… You’re going to make me come…”

They didn’t slow and he bit into his own arm when he came, hips shaking and breath stuck in his chest. They swallowed around him, one hand squeezing his base and the other stroking his thigh. He twitched and growled, finally dropping his arms and lifting his head and shoulders to look down at them, watching Darlin lick him clean before giving that piercing one more kiss. They put their cheek in their hand and looked up at him, lips still wet and swollen. “So…” they started, voice husky and breath still coming fast.

David raised an eyebrow, waiting, not sure what they could be planning to say but really interested.

“This piercing…” They brushed a finger over it and his semi-soft cock twitched.

He hummed.

“Did Milo do it?” they asked conversationally.

David laughed. “Of all the fucking things…” He sat up, forcing them to roll over. They laughed and sat up, naked, and picked up popcorn off the floor.

He smacked it out of their hand before they could eat it, frowning. “I’ll make more.” He got up, pulling his pants back up.

Darlin frowned, getting up too and looking for their pants. “What? Why? It’s just floor popcorn.”

David rolled his eyes. “That’s gross and it’s cold.”

“It’s wasteful to toss it!” They picked up their underwear, pulling them back on. They paused, looking at their jeans on the floor and then at the couch again, like they were trying to decide something.

David bit his lip, picking up his t-shirt and holding it out to them. It was bigger than theirs.

Darlin grinned and took it, pulling it on. It just barely reached their thighs. “Can I borrow some pajama pants?”

David nodded, scooping up floor popcorn before they could try to save any of it and trying to hide just how much he loved seeing them in his shirt. “Sure, but you can lay around without pants too if you want. Ash isn’t going to be back until Sunday night.”

Darlin smirked. “Really? You don’t mind?”

“Do I mind having you pantless?” he asked, in case they could hear how stupid it was for themself.

Darlin settled back on the couch, grabbing the remote to restart the movie while David made new popcorn.

Before they settled in for another try at movie night, he changed into a pair of soft sweatpants and grabbed the blanket off his bed.

Darlin snuggled in against his side, his arm around them, and pulled the popcorn bowl closer. The movie was pretty good, but the company was better. He hadn’t technically asked them to stay the night, but he was definitely hoping they would.

[gothicprep]

I’m camping and this is a queued post.

I watched big joel’s “conservative comedy ruined my life” in bits and pieces last weekend. or the weekend before? I don’t remember. part of me just thinks I’m getting old and running out of patience for, like, elevated react content. another part of me is thinking, “no! it’s laziness you can’t stand!” i know joel is a capable guy – I think “twitter and empathy” is an excellent video essay. i more or less know how YouTube sponsors work in a way that disincentivizes being thorough – “get it out by may 10th, or you’re not getting $200”. all that. maybe this was best practiced as a labor of love rather than a professional career, but I won’t digress

I think what my issues with it are stem from two questions that weren’t engaged with at all:

what makes comedy work?

what is a conservative? it’s a regionally variant thing in how it presents, after all.

If you’d like to hear me ramble, it’s under the cut. if not, i hope everything goes well for you today, and we’ll leave it at that.

alright. now the true reader time has kicked in. im getting dirty.

a lot of the framework I think joel is using here is from this out of context george carlin clip that’s shared en-masse whenever a comedian is in hot water for a tasteless joke. but I honestly think he and most people are interpreting it wrong – it’s somewhat backhanded advice from one professional to another. even if andrew dice clay meant his diceman character as a parody, he’s risking an audience who may not get that, and probably won’t think particularly high of him when they find out his surname by birth is silverman.

the work people remember of carlin’s is anti-establishment and anti-consumerism, yes. but the shtick in that era of his career is mostly about being curmudgeonly. he wasn’t trying to establish an over-arching theory of comedy via one larry king interview. and I guess, while we’re thinking about carlin, we ought to remember that he was arrested for cursing in public at his shows, like, multiple times in the 70s. his attitude towards political correctness (& supposedly what we’d call “wokeness” now) is deeply informed by this. he’d probably call a lot of the posts you’ve endorsed newfangled yuppie shit. don’t invoke the dead unless you know what they were about.

sorry for that digression, but I do think it matters. specifically in the case of joel, who I think leaned into the out of context clip and… developed a nonsense theory of comedy because of that. he says something to the effect of “comedy enforces social norms” when he isn’t talking about comedians. he’s talking about bullies. bullies and their patchwork of social allies aren’t funny. everyone thinks they’re trying too hard in a meaningless and pathetic race.

comedy is often predicated on surprise. if you pay attention, you’ll be a more intelligent person for it. and a more surprising one. funny how that works. I don’t personally believe this neo-breadtube space is inhabited by smart people. I don’t care how many masters degrees they’ll try to break my nose with pointing this out.

okay, getting to the point – the daily wire is not anywhere near the go-to source of conservative bile. their traffic has taken a massive hit since facebook de-emphasized viral news. Imagine making something criticizing “conservative comedy” and not mentioning greg gutfeld at all. fox’s viewership dwarfs that of the daily wire, but the daily wire gets undue legitimacy by way of being terminally online. if I said “Ben Shapiro” to my parents, they’d assume this is the name of some guy that worked with me rather than a pundit. 

he also does some idiot magic here where he calls matt stone and trey parker conservatives. they aren’t, they’re libertarians. these sorts of distinctions matter to people who care about gay shit like accuracy. he mostly looks at “team america: world police” as reference and says something to the effect of “they accepted the war on terror as it is”. like are you honestly kidding dude. have you seen the south park movie? they not only characterized the army as incompetent, but actively racist on top of that.

you have to wonder if he has a selective memory about the “team america” movie as well, because he frames it so strangely. because the version of the song where they’re shouting out the names of corporations as a joke is in the end credits only and…

oh. alright. you didn’t watch it. damn. that’s sad. couldn’t even ask you to sit for two hours without picking up your phone like a fidgety little rat.

and… like. as much as I do not like to pull the “I’m bipolar!! I find this gross!!” card, I’m doing it. at the end of this video, joel shows a video of a Roseanne Barr routine where she’s very blatantly wrote while having a manic episode. He calls it interesting, I personally don’t find this all that interesting. I’ve been there. It’s dumb. It’s needlessly scaremongering and dramatic. It isn’t interesting. It makes me feel uncomfortable while I watch it. I was never a conspiracy theorist type but the requisite nonsensical yapping is all too clear to me.

Uhh. That’s what I have to say. Don’t think I got my whole rant out, but this will do for now

[mrsmiagreer]

Alright. Little big rant because i’ve nowhere else to turn :)

Edit: Omgggg this is lengthy asf😭 sorry for those who are actually reading…i don’t think I realized I would be talking n writing for this long and i literally won’t br offended if nobody reads this all the way down. Mb😭

so… some of you may know, I am very easily hyper fixated on things. Right now my top two hyper fixations are redacted ASMR (as you know), and the Sturniolo triplets (as you also recently know.)

I was watching the cut the camera podcast on YouTube and I went all the way back to their very first episodes of it because I want to watch from the beginning and catch up. I was watching episode three where they brought on their first guest speaker, Baylen Levine, and it was pretty inspiring to me because they talked about doing a lot of the stuff that I aspired to do as a kid.

For example, they talked about how they have always known that they wanted to be influencers from when they were small, and they’ve recorded a large portion of their lives, and they’ve made sure to document just being themselves, and they realized (from vine or jake and logan paul or people in that genre) that they could make a fortune of it. They talked about how they would post on YouTube or post on TikTok and after they started getting lots of likes and views they committed themselves to it and that’s how they are where they are today.

I have always wanted to be an influencer. As a kid, I have made multiple YouTube channels and Musical.ly and Tiktok accounts with videos of me just talking or singing, or dancing, and in 2020 during quarantine I was literally posting TikToks every single day, hoping that I would blow up like Charli or Addison. Those days I was obsessed with the New Jersey boys (Kairi Cosentino, Mattia Polibio, Alejandro, Rosario, etc.) who are also famous on TikTok, and I wanted to be famous too, so I can meet them and even come close to being in their league. 

I wanted to be famous… Well, I didn’t want some of the stuff that came along with being actually famous, but I did want to be impactful enough to be considered famous so like Internet famous, not actor famous or singer famous (even though lots of people told me that I should be a singer because I can sing). I think I just have anxiety around the fact that I’ll always be watched and judged, and I’d have to watch what I say or filter what I do from the Internet and separate my life from my business. especially as a teenager, being famous seemed really difficult. and I was also really lazy so I didn’t wanna have to do the work of uploading every day, recording every day, editing, coming up with my own ideas every week, etc..

 watching their podcast videos also confirmed my fear of not blowing up as easy because I was alone. I have a little sister but she’s six years younger than me, and so the content and the way I wanted to portray myself wouldn’t have been as suitable because of our circumstances as a family and our age gap. The triplets were talking about how they’ve never had to really feel alone while coming up in this social media business because they’ve always had each other, so not only are they brothers, but they’re also best friends and business partners. Baylen was talking about how he started his channel with his friends because they were doing funny stupid stuff normally in their everyday lives and one day they just decided to film it and it blew up. especially in the social media industry, it seems to be “the more the better” because it gives people the option to pick a favorite of the group or want to know more about somebody in particular or just explore the different personalities and how they complement each other and all that stuff (The NJ boys, The Sturniolos, Team 10, the Hype House, etc). I never had anybody to record these videos with me consistently or anything like that, and I think I figured that I would just get boring and that I’m probably not really enough on my own. 

watching their podcasts and watching their YouTube videos always makes me feel like I want to return to content making, but I always wave it off. For starters, I kind of feel too old to start. Not that I’m old or anything but I wanted to start when I was like 11 and really had a chance at like 15 so now I feel like I would be starting in the game too late which is deterring me. I think I also only want to start up my content creating dreams because I really want to meet and be friends with these people that I’ve looked up to and the only way I can do that is by also being famous which sucks because it’s a very low chance that I’ll ever be their friend as some normal person who is technically considered a fan. in the episode with Baylen, they were talking about how now that they’ve met Baylen and they’ve met the cuff boys, They’re only waiting on a few other people to meet before it’s a full circle moment, and they’re content with the progress they’ve made in their career, and the people I want to meet if I were to ever have this platform are the triplets, the New Jersey boys, Berleezy, Coryxkenshin, and probably even Erik because redacted ASMR has literally changed my life so much. it’s opened my mind to how many possibilities there really are when making your own stories because of how many different rules and lands and governments and races there are within Dahlia, and how complex a character themselves could be because they are in fact people before any of their abilities, and it’s given me ideas and inspired me to be a better writer or to be more creative because Erik is literally one of the most creative people I have ever seen in action and i adore his work. 

I am one of those people that do have a lot of opinions to say. I have a lot of random thoughts and a lot of ideas that I want to bring to life. When I watch the boys’ car videos, I find myself wanting to add to their conversation, or say something that I feel applies to their situation that could help or that would make them laugh or that I just relate to in general. it makes me almost kind of sad that I would have to put in the work and the grind that could possibly take years, just to become Internet famous, just to join a conversation of theirs, with no guarantee that we’ll even become friends or stay in contact like I’d hope we would.

Also, I’m trying to decide what I want to do in life as a career and YouTube sounds very fun and def brings in a lot of cash but I just don’t know if I can. I just don’t feel like I’m in the right position to do that.

right now I’m thinking about doing something towards psychology, social work, child development, or child therapy, because being in high school made me realize that there are tons of kids that need help badly and there’s not enough child therapists around (or nobody takes school counselors seriously) and so I want to help change that, and I can’t do YouTube and go to school for being a child therapist because that’s

An overload of work and

Two different pathways that I don’t really want to mix.

I feel like there’s a lot of familial pressure around going to college too, especially because I would technically be a first generation student. I feel like my goal with child therapy is very honorable and something that the world definitely needs but I feel like I would genuinely enjoy my life more if I could make money from Vlogging and having fun and going through my life with a camera. and I know that life‘s not all about fun, but it would just make a lot of my internal dreams come to fruition. Like on episode two of cut the camera (I believe) Chris was talking about how being famous allowed him to start the clothing line that he’s always wanted to start, and I’ve always always always wanted to start a clothing line as a kid too. I even have a hoodie with my name on it in my closet right now because I started a clothing line journey and wasn’t consistent. not only would a youtube career allow me to express myself through clothing or conversation, but it would also expand my understanding of technology, business, social interactions, travel, and you never know who you’ll meet or what you’ll end up doing if you don’t start.

people in my life keep telling me that college is the best thing that they’ve ever experienced and that there’s no experience like college, and I completely trust them and understand that it is probably a great experience because it’s basically big high school, but with more legal freedom. I also have no doubt in my mind that I’ll make a lot of connections and meet a lot of great people and learn a lot of things from college because you meet people from everywhere in college, however, being in college would definitely get in the way of me doing YouTube I feel.

and it’s not even that I really even want to do YouTube anymore (Or at least as much as i used to want to), I just want to be big enough to be able to meet these people without looking like some random fan girl… am I delusional? Is this too much? Could I just like their content like a normal human being?