#i'm liking it? now that I kinda know what's going on

[seasidefallenangel]

now say i'm the only one you need

ranking the bllk men on how good of a boyfriend they are ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, michael kaiser, alexis ness

song from here listen to it to get a kiss from me

༄ isagi: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” he’s incredibly attentive of all your needs and overall is very good at balancing his soccer career with your relationship. dictionary definition of “walk him like a dog.” anything you say goes and he’s more than happy with things being that way. actually has a pretty high tolerance for whatever things you might put him through, he tends to be good at solving problems before they can spiral out of control. the most you’ll have to deal with is the fact he can be kind of on the more awkward and shy side of things, unsure how to really be in a relationship. he wasn’t really popular or well known at all before blue lock, so at most he had crushes that were one-sided. his friends joke and tease about how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t even care that they’re right.

༄ bachira: 9/10

the thing with bachira is that you’re not gonna date him unless you’re okay with all of his quirks, so there’s really nothing “bad” or unexpected going into the relationship. at his worst he can be clingy and a smidge overbearing, but he’s terrified of you deciding you want something more, better than him. he’s very easy going because of this, and really won’t have any disagreements with whatever ideas strike you. you’re actually a rock in this life, and he feels safe confiding all the thoughts clawing at his mind when he’s being held in your arms. despite what people may think, he does have a calmer temperament to him - generally after practice or late at night. he’s a big cuddle bug and will most likely fall asleep on your stomach, clinging to you so you can’t leave him.

༄ chigiri: 5/10

rose-glasses off, chigiri kinda sucks. he’s very selfish without the whole egoist thing going on, and it’s confirmed in canon that a lot of people get turned off by his personality after being drawn in by his looks. he obviously has some interest in you if you’re dating, but that doesn’t mean his bad traits magically go away. his mindset is very “me before you.” if you’re arguing he’s going to bring up points for the sole purpose of hurting you because he has to be right. he has too much pride to admit when he's wrong but also to apologize for his actions. on the opposite side of that, though, is compliments and the like are easy for him to give you. he’s pretty open with his opinions so if he likes a certain thing about you he has no qualms with telling you as such. he would never deny you're dating and generally likes to show you off, wanting everyone to know he bagged an incredible person. he’s not the worst person to date, but it probably won’t be worth anything as a long term relationship.

༄ nagi: 6/10

nagi is my favorite character and that’s why i need to say this. he does have some merit for what it’s worth. he’s very physically affectionate and is also really easy to be around. i see him as being more open to compromise if you’re stern enough with him. he might complain a bit but he’s not that hard to convince. the biggest issue with him is that he just… doesn’t care. if he goes to a new cafe with you it’s cause you asked him, not because he wanted to. it’s not that he doesn’t love you, he just doesn’t process things like this in his brain. the concept of ‘doing things for your partner before they ask’ doesn’t click. he’s not a mind reader, so isn’t just being vocal about what you want the easiest? he doesn’t really expect much from you as a partner so easily grows confused at why you have these random demands and expectations from him when you know exactly how he is. it might not be a dealbreaker, but it does make you question if he’s ever actually enjoying his time with you.

༄ reo: 8/10

reo’s biggest issues are 1.) he's absurdly jealous and 2.) his money. the thing with his money is the fact he uses it almost as a deflector of sorts. if you have a genuine problem you need to sort out with him, he's giving you new jewelry, designer bags, dinners at michelin star restaurants instead of talking it out. he doesn’t want to give you the chance to bring up your displeasure in regards to something he’s done. it’s his default answer because it’s the only thing people have wanted from him. reo is actually very scared of conflict. he’s worried you’ll leave him at the first sign of him not being the picture perfect boyfriend that’s expected from him, which ties into the jealousy. if someone has a trait you admire, he’ll mold himself to fit that thing you seem to like.  he hates when you even acknowledge other people’s talents or attractive features  (save for nagi.) speaking of nagi, it’s played out but i do believe he’s the only person reo will share you with. if nagi wants to cuddle, kiss, act like your boyfriend, reo has no issue as long as he’s involved too. when you’re someone reo truly loves, he’ll let you do pretty much anything to him with no repercussions. it’s very easy to take advantage of him as long as you promise stay by his side.

༄ rin: 7/10

no matter how much he denies it, rin tries very hard to be sae. he wants to be the nonchalant boyfriend, never losing his cool and making it seem like you’re always running back for more. in truth, he couldn’t be more obvious about how badly he needs you. he has this sort of non-stop identity crisis going so he’s going to have this front of “fine with you, fine without you.” he wants you to think he doesn’t need you that bad because he’s worried you’ll see him as weak. the thing that makes it obvious is that when you’re threatening to leave because he’s just too hot and cold, he caves instantly. teeth gritted, he’ll ask what you want him to change, what kind of person should he be for you? after sae, he became so desperately starved for love that the second you started dating  he felt like he was suffocating, always needing your validation but unable to ask for it. similarly to reo, he’s easy to take advantage of if you insinuate that you’re unhappy with something currently in your relationship. be gentle because you can break him apart and he’ll always think it was his fault.

༄ sae: 9/10

i’m gonna go against the grain and say that sae is actually a great boyfriend because he wouldn’t bother getting into a relationship to begin with if he didnt think it’s worth his time. he’s an incredibly self assured person so he has no reason to be all wishy-washy with who he’s interested. sae’ll make it clear he wants to date you and obviously you’re reciprocating because duh, he’s sae itoshi. from the get go he’ll remind you that soccer is his career, his lifeblood, and while he loves you more, his priorities lay there. the fact he straight up admits it instead of letting it become a festering issue is exactly why he’s so good because neither of you will have wasted time in the relationship. he’s also easier to talk to than one might think. sae generally believes drawn out arguments are pointless  and wasting energy on them doesn’t help anyone, so any that you two have are squashed pretty quickly. affection comes pretty easily to him but he can be a little emotionally absent at his worst. it’s not really something that changes over time, but he has other methods of making sure you know he adores you. it’s very “what you see is what you get.” if you’re acquainted with him at all, there’s really no negative surprises or unexpected twists that put a damper on the romance between you both. if nothing else, he makes sure the whole world know exactly who you belong to, and it leaves you with no room to doubt he plans to keep you by his side forever.

༄ karasu: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” this is generally a shock to people who know the kind of company he keeps around but the thing is that karasu doesn’t approve of otoya’s behavior. he goes from insinuating otoya could be doing better things with his time than leading girls on to flat out telling him he’s pathetic for not holding down a relationship. most of the girls who have their hearts broken by otoya fall in love with karasu right after from how kindly he treats them and the way he apologizes for his friends nasty habits. karasu holds a lot of respect for you as a person since he’s attracted to people he can analyze and read into. a common bonding activity is just him asking your opinions on certain topics or how you’d approach a theoretical situation and he’ll sit back and listen, trying to dig into your mind. he’s also very self aware of his flaws and will admit he isn’t perfect but is always working to better himself (“his weakness is that he can't be nice to people he thinks are mediocre and knows he needs to fix that.”) it’s not like you’ll never have issues, but he always resolves them in a way that doesn’t add tension or doubt to your relationship. he’s also good with all 5 love languages and prefers to show them all to you, but if you have ones you prefer or dislike then he can easily adjust. he’s always listening to you, learning about you, wanting to be the best version of himself he can for you.

༄ otoya: 6/10

the glaring bone of contention with otoya is obvious to anyone who knows him - but not in the way you think. otoya can be a good boyfriend if he wants ; he knows what girls like, what makes them happy, how to keep them satisfied. he’s had enough practice for it to be second nature. once you're in a genuine relationship with him, he’s going to treat you pretty well. thing is - that’s exactly his problem. in the back of your head you know why he’s so good at this. you know you’re an idiot for thinking you can change him despite the fact you did. it’s just impossible to believe. every time he tries to reassure you that yes, you’re his only, he doesn’t want to go back to his old ways, you’re just staring at him thinking to yourself, ‘wonder how many times he’s used this line on someone.’ you’re just never going to have a sense of security with him because there’s always this lingering "what if" bouncing around. the worst part is that it’s not an unreasonable line of thought. mindless paranoia is one thing, but there’s so much proof against him that you’d be more humiliated for assuming he isn’t cheating on you - you can’t date a serial cheater and be really that mad or shocked if he does. you know what you signed up for accepting his confession, so your entire viewpoint is that it’s a matter of ‘when’ and not ‘if’. you can never ever say with full confidence he's 100% yours, even when he is.

༄ yukimiya: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” i know it’s like beating a dead horse since this is a commonly shared sentiment but he really is incredible. a big part of the reason why is actually the fact he’s emotionally mature. he’s in tune with how he feels and knows how to convey it respectfully but isn’t so set in his ways he can’t see what points you want to make if you were to disagree on something. something else is that he’s very good at reading your micro-behaviors and can fall in line pretty well with how you act without compromising his own personality (in comparison to how someone like bachira or alexis would.) if you tend to be on the shyer side, not really one to defend yourself, he has no issue stepping in and solving whatever problem is going on. on the flip if you are more outgoing and not scared to bite at people then he'll fall back, only intervening when he can sense things’ll get ugly if he doesn’t tug on your leash a little bit. something he particularly enjoys doing is picking up hobbies or skills that you enjoy or would appreciate. he’ll learn how to cook if you hate it or asks you to read your favorite books to him at night, wrapped in his arms while he presses a gentle kiss against your temple. 

༄ kaiser: 4/10 to 8/10 

the thing with kaiser is that he’s a really good boyfriend, but you have to go through hell to get to that point. he has so many walls and has all these little “tests” where he tries to catch you using him for his money, status, looks, etc. kaiser wants to convince himself that love obviously isn’t real ; look at his parents for god’s sake. so he’s always trying to plan some “gotcha” thing and catch you in the act. the issue is, he doesn’t. you’re really like this from the bottom of your heart and he can’t wrap his head around that fact. so he goes to the emotion he knows best - anger. he’s lashing out at you for lying to him, accusing you of all sorts of things because surely there’s no way this is real, that he has something fully his, someone who cherishes him and sees him for his best. this entire process isn’t a few months either - this is a good two or three years. he has a lot of built up trauma to navigate both on his own and with you. if you somehow have the conviction to get through this then he’ll be a really incredible guy to have around. he loves you so fiercely that he’d rather die than let the one good thing he’s been gifted to slip from his fingers, but everyone in your life is going to hate him by then and insist he hasn’t changed, feeling like you’re going to eventually be broken by him.

༄ alexis: ?/10

alexis is actually pretty similar to bachira, just more extreme. in any other context, his obsessions would be viewed as something of concern or distasteful but dating alexis means you already would know about it and in turn only get into a relationship if you were okay with it. it’s not as if his attachment to kaiser is a secret. if you’re going in with the “i can fix him” mentality then you’ve doomed yourself already. you have to already accept his quirks and such to really reach him in a way that matters. a relationship with him is this unending back and forth. you're actually not really going to be viewed as this untouchable deity because he's already yours. he doesn't have to prove his worth like with kaiser. the thing is that kaiser molded who he is now so kaiser is kind of his tie to humanity - without him, alexis doesn’t really have much keeping him tied to earth. don’t think you’re not important to him because and he’s going to insane lengths for you to accept his unhealthy outlets of showing his love and devotion to you. he feels so much more human with you because you’re giving him the attention that he has to beg kaiser for but without the requirements to earn it - you just love him naturally. he’s not trying to prove that he deserves your love, he’s trying to prove that he loves you just as much back but he doesn’t know how to do it normally. he doesn’t know how to offer himself to you in a way that isn’t self destructive. he’s stuck in this non-stop cycle of you trying to convince him he doesn’t need to like earn your love and him thinking that it’s you saying he’s not doing enough to to earn your love and thus he goes to more extremes. if you can handle it then he’s great for you, you’ll never question that he’s madly in love with you. but if you get overwhelmed then he grows more unstable, and you’re stuck trying to make him better while he makes himself worse to hopefully get you to finally praise him for shattering who he is.

[daenysx]

Maybe some James potter smut since it’s his birthday? (Idk if it’s still his bday where you are but whatever)

happy birthday to the loveliest boy ever ♡

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james potter x fem!reader, smut

James tells you he's proud of you all the time.

Every time he does it, his words leave a gentle rush of waves in your stomach. Something crawling slowly, like he's gonna ruin you. He looks at you with widened eyes, a small smile curled up on his lips, and you are dying to kiss him.

He whispers it, the first time in three days, and your fingers on the keyboard slow down. His voice sends shivers down your spine and it's a delicious feeling how he can make your mind go blank with only a few words. You press your cheek on your shoulder, a lazy attempt to get back to your senses. James takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck.

"Jamie," you murmur. He knows what he's doing, never clueless when it comes to you. "I have to finish this."

"You've got an entire night ahead of you, angel," he mumbles. "Can I maybe have some of your attention?"

Fuck him for being so sweet. He plays his part well to distract you, craving your attention like he's been starved for it all day.

"I can help you with your work later," he offers when you stay silent. "If you take a break with me."

James has a pair of convincing eyes and when he watches you like he needs you, you can't keep doing your work properly. You turn your face to him, recognize the vulnerable look in his face.

"Are you okay?" you ask with concern. He nods.

"Just tired," he replies. "I, um, kinda had an argument with Tom today."

Tom is one of his closest friends on the team, a person who makes his long training sessions more bearable. They don't really argue, this might even be the first time. Your brows get together with worry.

"I'm sorry, Jamie," you say, standing up and leaving your laptop.

"That's okay, we'll probably fix things tomorrow," he says. Sunshine personified, your favorite person in this world. "I just don't want to think about it now."

You take his hand, lead him to bed. It's messy with the blankets thrown over four different colored pillows. A silent practice, how you get your body tangled with his. He lifts his leg to settle it down between your thighs and you press yourself without being embarrassed at all. No need for that, he keeps telling you.

"What were you whispering?" you decide to distract him with a lazy tease. "Before you took me away from my stuff?"

"I'd say you willingly left, but the details are not important, huh?"

He gets on top of you with half of his body, looks at you with hazy eyes. Gorgeous boy.

"And I was just talking about how good you are at what you're doing," he whispers and kisses your cheek. "With that frown on your face when you're upset with it. Or with you biting your lip in pride when you got something right."

"You were watching me."

"I'm always watching you."

You kiss him and he closes his eyes. It's been a long day. He got through it somehow, but being able to relax after a day like this is not easy. Even James Potter needs to be taken care of sometimes.

His fingers are wanting, stroking your waist eagerly. The kiss lasts for a few minutes, whispers of affection lingering in the air between you. Your hands play with his hair, big waves falling in your palms as you move.

You take off your shirt. Nothing happens too fast and it's a good thing. How could he rush this when he got it after wanting so much? Desire pooling in his belly, legs shaking and James swears he could moan when you rub yourself on his thigh.

His shirt's on the floor, too. Every piece of clothing on both of you gets lost and James kisses your inner thigh.

"Get under the blankets," James tells you. "It's cold in here."

You do as he says with his help, pulling his naked body under the soft fabric with you. "I'm feeling really warm," you tell him with a sneaky smile that usually belong to his part of teasing.

"Yeah?" he asks against your collarbones. "Can you show me where?"

You take his hand and drag it slowly to your belly. He does the rest of the job and moves his fingers to your wetness. Sticky sweet under his touch, lazy and wanting. You close your eyes and let him play with you.

James has long fingers and they are thick, but he makes sure they are warm enough every time he touches you. His thumb spends a few second with your clit and he uses others to spread the wetness all over you. You lift your hips when he presses just right, his eyes are glowing with something both exhausted and excited.

"Pretty," he whispers, his fingers find a nice rhytm. It's lazy and slow, a gentle touch on your body and he feels like he belongs here. Right here on the bed, under blankets and his hand never stops touching you. He keeps moving until he has you shaking with a tender wave of shiver.

"It's not gonna end," he murmurs on the side of your neck, his lips not kissing and letting you go mad. "I promise I'll keep going."

He sounds so in love, but so tired. You don't even try to stop yourself from accepting the rush his fingers bring, it's strong and you arch your back. Pleasure has you trembling, it's delicious, and you let out a songlike breath. You want to beg him to kiss your neck, he understands your shaky breaths and finally parts his lips against your pulse point.

His fingers keep moving the way you like. You can't see his face as he's kissing your neck, sucking a little bruise there, you hold the back of his head gently to look at him. A pair of lovesick eyes, his lips are swollen and cheeks warm with desire. You can almost feel him rubbing himself on the sheets, the thought of it is enough to let go.

"James," you whisper, desperate to touch him with your free hand. He stays still. "Don't do it yourself, I wanna help. Please, oh-"

He doesn't listen. He can't. His hands are busy and he can't breathe, he needs to come undone. Adjusting his hips, he gets some stimulation from the sheets, enough to make him moan. "I'm so tired, I need to come with you. I can't- can't wait, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"Let me touch," you say in a demanding but soft voice. "Let me help."

James listens to you this time, he knows you'll do a better job. He comes up a bit higher in bed for you to reach him, you eagerly extend your hand to feel. It's not difficult to get him right there with you, the moment before the peak. He closes his eyes and puts his head on your chest, lazily sucking on your nipple to ground himself. He's moving his hips against your hand, a big breath ready on his chest.

You come with a moan. James thinks it's the prettiest sound ever. With the rush of the moment, you move your hand faster and he follows you. Your mind goes blank, the world gets blurry. James stays on your chest, his body feels heavier now that he's relaxed. You love seeing him like this, without the anxiety his day left behind.

"Need to clean us up," he mumbles. He's half asleep. "It's uncomfy."

You smile softly. He doesn't even have the energy to blink. "Stay for a while," you tell him, your hand in his hair to fix his waves. "We can do it later."

It's tempting and James is easily convinced. Your chest is the perfect pillow, his head moves as you take calm breaths. Rubbing the tired muscle between his shoulder and neck, you urge him to fall asleep. He forgets everything other than your touch.

[chaostudee]

max verstappen

summary : you are lando norris's younger sister and when you show up to the paddock to support him a certain driver for red bull falls for you. faceclaim : anna astrup warnings : language, suggestive content a/n : obsessed with this smmm <33

y/nusername happiest of birthdays to you baby brother ❤️

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landonorris i do not appreciate you publicly humiliating me like this

y/nusername ;)

user72 thank you y/n for giving us new lando pics !!

username12 im peeing at the last photo

f1fan no because wdym lando is 27?!?!

user123 no cause real istg he was like 20 yesterday tf

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user00 im scared

f1lover shdjdhdueb

user12 if my sibling ever embarrassed me like this i would acc like sob

user12 not lando with his 'putting up the middle finger' obsession 😭

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y/nusername on my way ✈️

liked by landonorris, kikagomes, lilymunihe and 372,992 others.

landonorris can't waitttt

user72 omggg y/n better come to the gp

username55 oh i just know she will eat her fits up

f1girl omggg her and alex better meet up !!

user35 girl how tf do u look this good on a plane i could neverrr

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y/nusername monaco ily

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, kikagomes, victoriaverstappen and 482,027 others.

user72 chat....is that....who i think it is

f1fan ik that side profile

user62 girl whattt we need the tea now

victoriaverstappen so so beautiful

f1girl f1 twitter is going crazyyyy

user62 imagine soft launching THE max verstappen

f1lover frrrr im so jelly

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y/nusername guess i'm a redbull girl now

liked by maxverstappen, landonorris, sergioperez and 724,729 others.

f1fan me because i can never decided which team to support

user72 crying because why is this the most relatable thing i've seen all day

user82 okay girl i see u

f1lover omggg pls tell me you're a max fan

user6 ive never wanted to be someone more

f1girl okay her and max are defo dating

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y/nusername alexa play winter things by ariana grande !

liked by maxverstappen, landonorris, alexandrasaintmleux and 371,610 others.

user62 max in the likes.....

f1fan ugh y/n's music taste is on top

username11 so aesthetic omggg

f1girl wait guys i swear max is gone skiing this weekend holy shit maybe they're together

user00 oh girl....u are delulu as fuckkk 💀

landonorris a little bit of credit would be nice

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y/nusername hehe

》 um what hard launch?!?!

》 DUDE

》 omgggg girl what

》 makes sense

》 max gets it

》 how does lando feel about this

》 isnt y/n like 22???

》 wait cause this is lowkey kinda crazy

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maxverstappen my sweet girl

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landonorris cant lie this is weird asf but im happy for you both 💛

user82 awwww

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f1girl i loveeee

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charlesleclerc bro got rizz

oscarpiastri 😭😭

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liked by maxverstappen, landonorris, alexandrasaintmleux and 528,928 others.

landonorris not happy with this 🥲

y/nusername redbull is better

user72 yesssss y/n gets it

user92 DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN

user62 redbull queen

f1fan y/n's a real one

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y/nusername 🌸

liked by maxverstappen, landonorris, maxfewtrell and 712,991 others.

user72 omds i love them both sm i cant

f1fan body is tea

username22 y/n is just living that life

f1fan4eva holy shitt is that a charli xcx reference🙈

username111 max's bicepsss ugh yes godd

f1girl omgg where did she get thar bikini im so obsessed

f1lover so so gorge omg girl teach me your ways

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landonorris some quality time with big sis

liked by ynusername, oscarpiastri, yukitsunoda and 1,628,028 others.

user72 best sibling duo

f1fan im sry this summer break has felt like an ageeee i just want the cars back on track :,(

username55 comeback on lando.jpg 👀

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user82 nortrell forever ❤️

username82 y/n is so stunning omg

f1fan where is max??

y/nusername he's with his family

user728 did they break up 👀👀

f1girl omgg pls she doesnt have to post with him 24/7 to make u believe that they didnt break up

user00 fit devoured

f1lover ugh to be max

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maxverstappen back at it 💪

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user773 um where tf is y/n

f1fan oh they defo broke up.....she didnt even like it

user11 okay but it is hella weird that both lando and y/n are not in the likes

anon babes i fear it is not that deep

user00 ugh not all the fangirls in the comments

username13 omdss can we pls just seperate personal life from sport plsss

user236 max dominated this week

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y/nusername life recently 💞

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messages between max and lando

dude did u propose to y/n lando

shit yeah yeah i did..... max

im sry if you're pissed but i asked your dad and he was chill and like i'm in love with her and i want to spend the rest of my life with her max

im not mad max 😭😭 lando

you're not....... max

well i mean a little lando

mad that i wasn't in on the proposal lowkey lol lando

ah it was a kind of private thing max

its chill man just dont hurt her lando

never max

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maxverstappen i promise i will love you forever

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landonorris i will kill u if u dare hurt her 😈

user72 damn username88 yesss love me a man who stands on business f1fan im sry the emoji 💀 user72 that damn smirk

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user62 sobbing.

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f1fan oh im counting down the days to this wedding fr

charlesleclerc bravo !!

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[mcrdvcks]

tum hi ho (you are the one)

summary: You take Logan to a family wedding, where he also gets to experience part of your culture.

word count: 5k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: so... this is incredibly self-indulgent. i was trying to come up with ideas to write and then i had something pop into my head, "what if i took logan to a family wedding?"

it's a hell of a lot different than an american wedding, though not too different since they are incredibly americanized (at least the ones i've been to). so thus, this was born! enjoy reader taking logan to a family wedding and him trying indian food!

here are a few translations:

mone: boy

mole: girl

warnings/tags: reader is half white/half indian, reader has a younger brother, indian-american wedding, (southern) indian food

“All you need to do is look… nice.” You said, fixing Logan’s dress shirt collar. “Most of the guys—well, older guys—will be wearing kurtas. No one wears a suit.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, tugging uncomfortably at the collar you had just adjusted. “You could've warned me earlier, princess. I'm not exactly known for blendin' in at parties.”

“It's not a party,” you corrected gently, smoothing out a wrinkle along his shoulder. “It's a wedding. And I promise you'll be fine. They’ll love you.”

Logan snorted softly, a skeptical grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Right. A bunch of your distant relatives meeting your mutant boyfriend? Sure, what's not to love?”

You laughed, patting his chest playfully. “You know what I mean. They’re family. They're obligated to be nice. Besides, my dad’s already warmed everyone up, apparently.”

He raised his eyebrows again. “Your dad talkin’ me up, huh? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Yeah, I was surprised too,” you admitted, stepping back to admire your handiwork. The white button-down was perfectly tailored to Logan’s frame. You smiled appreciatively. “But he likes you. He thinks you're tough. And trustworthy. And he said you eat like a real Punjabi guy, so he's impressed.”

“Guess the ol’ man and I got somethin' in common after all,” Logan chuckled, relaxing slightly. “Does your mom have any pointers for me?”

You shook your head with a smirk. “Her exact words were ‘be yourself.’ But maybe... a less grumpy, slightly friendlier version of yourself.”

Logan sighed dramatically, feigning offense. “You callin’ me grumpy, sweetheart?”

“Not grumpy,” you corrected with a mischievous grin. “Just… intense.”

He leaned in closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You didn't seem to mind intense last night.”

You laughed, pushing him away lightly. “Behave. My dad's going to be there, remember?”

“Don't worry,” he assured, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I'll be on my best behavior. For you.”

You looked up at him, softening as you met his warm eyes. “Thank you for doing this, Logan. I know it's not exactly your thing.”

He shrugged lightly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his voice dropping to a gentle rumble. “I’d do anything for you, doll. Even sittin’ through a three-hour wedding ceremony where I don't understand a word.”

You smiled warmly, sliding your hands along his chest. “You won't be the only one lost, trust me. Even I don't always know what's going on. Just smile, nod, and eat everything my aunties give you, and you'll be fine.”

“Eat everything, huh?” Logan asked with a grin. “Now that, sweetheart, is something I'm good at.”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “I'm serious, Logan. You're gonna get force-fed if you're not careful.”

He leaned in, pressing a quick, gentle kiss to your lips. “Sounds like my kinda challenge.”

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The wedding reception was held in a large civic center. As soon as the doors opened, the smell of food and loud, overlapping talking washed over the two of you.

Logan paused in the doorway, eyebrows raised at the bustling scene before him. "You weren't kiddin' when you said your family was big."

"Technically, I think I'm related to maybe a quarter of these people," you admitted, scanning the crowded hall. "The rest are family friends, distant relatives, and people my dad probably hasn't seen since he was ten."

Logan let out a low whistle. "Well, darlin', you're already beatin' me. I can count my livin' relatives on exactly zero fingers."

You nudged him gently with your elbow. "You're part of my family now, remember? That automatically bumps you up by a few hundred."

He chuckled quietly, placing a warm hand at the small of your back as you both stepped into the lively hall. "Lucky me."

Almost immediately, your dad spotted you both from across the room and began waving enthusiastically. You laughed softly, raising your hand in acknowledgment. "Brace yourself. Here he comes."

Your dad reached you in seconds, grinning from ear to ear. "Y/N! Logan! Glad you made it. Come, come—I’ll introduce you."

He barely waited for a reply before guiding you through the throng of guests. You glanced back at Logan apologetically as your dad propelled you forward, but Logan just smirked and mouthed, "I'll survive."

Your dad stopped in front of a table crowded with smiling faces, all eyes turning curiously toward Logan.

"Everyone, this is Y/N's boyfriend, Logan. Logan, these are my cousins and their families."

Logan offered a polite nod and his best friendly smile, though you could tell he felt slightly out of his depth. "Nice to meet y'all."

An older woman with kind eyes and a warm smile immediately took his arm, guiding him gently toward an empty chair at the table. "Sit, sit! You must eat, mone."

Logan looked toward you for reassurance, eyebrows lifted. You laughed softly, nodding encouragement. "Go ahead, Logan. She's not going to take no for an answer."

He chuckled as he allowed himself to be led away, throwing you a playful glare. "Remind me again why I let you drag me here, princess?"

"Because you love me," you called back cheerfully, causing several relatives to chuckle good-naturedly around you.

Your dad watched Logan for a moment, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "He'll be fine, Y/N. Trust me."

"I know," you agreed warmly. "Thanks for prepping everyone."

Your dad shrugged modestly, eyes twinkling. "All I had to say was that he's tough, can handle spicy food, and makes you happy. That was enough."

You shook your head with a smile, watching as Logan cautiously accepted a plate heaped high with various dishes. "He's tougher than he looks. He'll survive."

Your dad squeezed your shoulder gently before wandering off to greet more guests, leaving you free to rescue Logan, who was now attempting to navigate the mountain of food he'd been handed.

You slid into the seat beside him, leaning in close with a grin. "How are you holding up?"

Logan glanced at you, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Not sure what half of this stuff is, doll, but it smells damn good."

You laughed, leaning closer to point at his plate. "That one's paneer, it's like cheese. That one's chicken tikka, and that's butter chicken."

"And the green one?" he asked skeptically.

"Palak paneer. Spinach and cheese. Trust me, it tastes better than it looks."

Logan smirked playfully, already scooping up a bite. "Long as it's edible, you won't hear any complaints from me."

You smiled fondly, watching him take a cautious bite. His eyes widened slightly, then softened with genuine appreciation. "Damn. That's actually pretty good."

"You sound surprised," you teased lightly.

He leaned closer, voice lowered conspiratorially. "Not surprised. Just didn't expect spinach to taste that good."

You laughed, resting your hand comfortably on his thigh under the table. "Stick with me, Logan. I'll expand your horizons."

Logan tilted his head slightly, regarding you warmly. "You already have, sweetheart."

You felt your cheeks warm, looking down shyly before meeting his eyes again. "You're turning into a real charmer tonight."

He shrugged lightly, a teasing glint in his gaze. "Maybe it's just the good food and the pretty girl sittin' next to me."

Your heart fluttered slightly, and you bit back a pleased smile. "Careful, Logan. Keep talking like that, and you'll start setting expectations around here."

He chuckled softly, nudging your shoulder lightly with his own. "Wouldn't wanna disappoint your family."

Someone, one of your dad’s cousins and her husband, came over to you. “Would you mind watching Olivia? Amber is throwing a bit of a tantrum, and we need to calm her down.”

You nodded immediately, smiling gently. "Of course. I'd be happy to."

They gave relieved smiles, handing off a sleepy-looking toddler dressed in a small pink and gold lehenga before quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Logan glanced at you, raising a curious eyebrow. "Got yourself a plus-one there, sweetheart?"

"Looks like it," you laughed softly, adjusting Olivia comfortably on your lap. She blinked at Logan sleepily, clearly sizing him up. "Olivia, this is Logan. Can you say hi?"

Olivia stared at him silently, thumb in her mouth, seemingly unamused. Logan grinned slowly, leaning closer and softening his voice. "Hey there, kid. Tough crowd, huh?"

Olivia continued her quiet observation, large brown eyes unwavering.

"Don’t take it personally," you teased Logan, shifting Olivia carefully so she was comfortable. "She barely talks to me either."

Logan shrugged easily, continuing to eat with one hand. "I get it. Big scary guy, unfamiliar face. It takes some getting used to."

You laughed, gently smoothing Olivia’s dark hair. "She'll warm up eventually."

As the reception continued around you, Logan’s plate slowly emptied. True to your predictions, every auntie who passed by checked to make sure he had eaten enough. Logan gave polite nods and grateful smiles, even taking a second helping of naan and butter chicken to their enthusiastic approval.

Olivia eventually began squirming, fussing quietly in your lap. You bounced her gently, whispering soft reassurances. "Hey, mole. Your mama will be right back, okay?"

But the toddler was not having it. Her soft whimpers turned quickly into a louder, tearful wail. Logan’s attention snapped to you, a look of mild panic flickering across his face. "You okay there, doll?"

"Yeah," you sighed, trying to comfort Olivia, who had fully started crying now. "She’s just missing her mom, I think."

"Here," Logan offered gently, holding out his arms. "Let me give it a shot."

You hesitated, uncertain, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Are you sure?"

He chuckled, eyes gentle. "I ain’t completely helpless, princess."

You carefully transferred Olivia to Logan’s broad arms, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through your chest at the sight. Logan cradled the little girl gently, quietly shushing her in a soothing tone that made your heart flutter.

"Hey now, kiddo," Logan murmured softly, bouncing her lightly in his arms. "None of that. It ain’t so bad."

To your amazement, Olivia's cries quieted somewhat. She peered up at Logan through teary eyes, clearly confused by the unexpected stranger holding her.

"That’s it," Logan continued, voice gentle and low. "You’re alright."

You stared openly, unable to hide your soft smile. "You’re really good at that."

He glanced sideways at you, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Don’t sound so shocked. I’ve looked after plenty of young mutants back at the mansion. A toddler ain’t too different."

Your smile widened, watching him gently rock Olivia. She had now quieted entirely, sleepily snuggling against Logan’s chest.

Aunties around the table were already exchanging approving smiles and whispering appreciatively. You chuckled quietly, shaking your head. "Careful, Logan. Keep this up, and you'll be the star attraction."

He gave you a soft look, eyes warm as they met yours. "Long as I impress you, doll, I couldn't care less what anyone else thinks."

You felt your cheeks heat, heart skipping slightly at the quiet sincerity in his voice. You reached out to softly squeeze his knee beneath the table, unable to hide your pleased smile. "Consider me very impressed."

A comfortable silence settled between you as Logan continued to gently bounce Olivia, careful not to disturb her now-closed eyes. You found yourself leaning closer, lightly resting your head on his shoulder, taking in the tender sight of the notoriously tough Wolverine cradling a sleeping toddler.

"Maybe we should bring you to family functions more often," you teased quietly, eyes sparkling. "You seem to fit right in."

Logan grumbled quietly, though you could hear the smile in his voice. "Don’t push your luck, sweetheart."

At that moment, Olivia’s parents finally returned, looking slightly frazzled but visibly relieved at the quiet, peaceful sight before them.

"Thank you so much," Olivia’s mom whispered gratefully, gently taking the sleeping child from Logan's careful grasp. "I see she warmed up to you. She hardly sleeps for anyone."

Logan shrugged lightly, shooting you a subtle, playful smirk. "Guess I got the magic touch."

Olivia’s parents exchanged smiles, warmly thanking you again before disappearing into the crowd. You nudged Logan softly, smiling. "Magic touch, huh?"

He chuckled, wrapping a casual arm around your shoulders and pulling you close against his side. "You know it, princess."

You relaxed against him, feeling strangely content amidst the noise and chaos of the crowded hall. Logan’s steady presence beside you was comforting, reassuring.

Then, your dad and mom, along with a few others, walked over to you and Logan. “Ah! Look at you! You’ve grown up so much.” They said something else, but you couldn’t understand what.

Your dad chimed in, “this is my uncle. He asked if you’ve gotten any mango lassi or idli.”

Your great-uncle smiled warmly at you, speaking again in rapid Malayalam. You glanced helplessly at your dad, who chuckled softly.

"He said he remembers how much you loved idli when you were little," your dad translated patiently.

"Oh!" you said, brightening instantly as memories flashed back. "Yeah, I still love idli. It's one of my favorites."

Your great-uncle nodded enthusiastically, clearly pleased by your reaction. He turned to Logan, speaking again in Malayalam with a welcoming grin.

Logan raised his eyebrows slightly, giving you a questioning glance. You laughed gently, squeezing his arm reassuringly.

"He said he's glad you're here," your dad clarified, still smiling. "And he asked if you've tried mango lassi or idli yet."

Logan shook his head politely. "Haven’t gotten around to it yet, but it sounds like somethin' I shouldn't miss."

Your great-uncle nodded again approvingly, gesturing animatedly toward the tables laden with food. Your dad laughed softly, nodding along.

"He said you should both eat," your dad translated, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "And eat a lot. Especially the idli. He says it’s good luck at weddings."

"Then I guess we better not disappoint," Logan replied easily, giving your great-uncle a grateful nod.

You smiled warmly, leaning in slightly to whisper to Logan, "We should go grab some. Trust me, you'll love idli."

"Lead the way, princess," Logan murmured, sliding his hand warmly against the small of your back again.

You and Logan moved toward the buffet tables, weaving carefully through the bustling crowd. Logan kept a careful hand resting on your back, eyes alert as he navigated the unfamiliar setting.

"You really ate this stuff as a kid?" Logan asked curiously, examining the round white cakes as you reached the idli platter.

You nodded with an affectionate smile. “Apparently I really liked it as a kid. My mom even bought an idli maker so she could make it.”

Logan eyed the soft, round idlis carefully as he picked up one, clearly uncertain of exactly what to expect. “Looks like a fluffy hockey puck,” he muttered, glancing at you with mild amusement.

You laughed softly, reaching past him to spoon some sambar onto his plate. “Here. You have to eat it with this.”

He watched you carefully, eyebrows raised. “And this stuff is?”

“Sambar,” you clarified with a patient grin. “Kind of like vegetable stew, but spicy and tangy. You dip the idli in it.”

Logan made a small grunt of acknowledgment, placing another idli on his plate with cautious optimism. “If you liked it as a kid, it can’t be half bad.”

“Oh, careful there, Logan,” you teased softly, eyes sparkling playfully. “Trusting my childhood taste buds?”

“Never steered me wrong yet,” he answered lightly, glancing around before leaning in slightly, voice lowered teasingly. “Besides, even if it’s awful, I’ll pretend to like it for your uncle.”

You smiled warmly, nudging his shoulder affectionately. “You’re a good sport.”

He shrugged easily, walking with you toward an empty spot at a quieter table. “I said I’d survive, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you agreed, settling into your chair. “And you’re doing great.”

Logan picked up an idli, carefully dipping it into the sambar before hesitantly tasting it. You watched him closely, biting back an amused smile as his expression shifted from cautious curiosity to quiet appreciation.

“Well?” you prompted teasingly.

He swallowed thoughtfully, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. “Damn. It’s actually good.”

You laughed softly, leaning closer with an affectionate smile. “Told you.”

Logan glanced sideways at you, lips curving into a playful smirk. “Alright, princess. You win. Your childhood taste buds pass the test.”

You smiled warmly, taking a bite of your own idli as a comfortable silence settled between you. Logan continued to quietly enjoy the new dish, relaxing slightly as the chaotic background noise became a distant hum.

Your dad appeared suddenly beside your table, smiling fondly as he observed the two of you together. “You both enjoying yourselves?”

You nodded happily, gesturing to Logan’s plate. “He’s officially a fan of idli.”

Your dad chuckled appreciatively, shooting Logan an approving nod. “Good choice. Idli is always a safe bet.”

Logan grinned lightly, setting down his fork. “Still got that mango lassi to try, though.”

Your dad raised his eyebrows with exaggerated seriousness. “Now, that you absolutely cannot skip. It’s mandatory at every wedding.”

Logan glanced at you with mild amusement. “Mandatory, huh? Guess I better get to it, then.”

Your dad patted Logan lightly on the shoulder, warmth clear in his expression. “I’ll grab a couple glasses for you two. Enjoy yourselves.”

As he disappeared into the crowd, Logan leaned back slightly in his chair, watching you quietly.

“What?” you asked softly, feeling suddenly shy under his gentle gaze.

He shook his head with a quiet smile. “Nothin’, sweetheart. Just didn’t expect to feel so… welcome here.”

“Of course you’re welcome,” you murmured warmly, placing your hand lightly on his thigh. “Everyone loves you already.”

He snorted quietly, eyes twinkling. “Only because you bribed me with idli and sambar.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “No bribery necessary. You’re doing all the charm work yourself.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice gently. “Must be your good influence rubbin’ off on me, princess.”

Your heart fluttered, and you smiled softly. “Maybe it’s mutual.”

His eyes softened as he took your hand gently, thumb brushing tenderly over your knuckles. “Maybe.”

You both turned at your dad’s return, smiling gratefully as he handed you each a tall, cold glass of mango lassi. Logan raised his glass with mock solemnity, eyes glinting mischievously. “To mandatory wedding drinks.”

You chuckled, clinking your glass lightly against his. “Cheers.”

Logan took a careful sip, pausing thoughtfully before raising his eyebrows appreciatively. “This is… damn good.”

Your dad laughed again, patting Logan’s shoulder proudly. “I knew you’d like it.”

“Careful, Dad,” you teased softly, taking your own sip of lassi. “You might spoil him.”

Your dad shrugged lightly, eyes warm with affection. “He’s part of the family now. It’s allowed.”

Logan shifted slightly beside you, a faint flush creeping across his usually confident expression. You squeezed his hand under the table reassuringly, giving him a warm glance.

As your dad wandered off again, Logan leaned toward you slightly, voice low. “He keeps sayin’ that like he means it.”

You smiled softly, eyes sincere as they met his. “He does. They all do. My dad doesn’t joke about family.”

Logan’s eyes softened further, a quiet warmth seeping into his gaze. He cleared his throat lightly, shifting a bit awkwardly. “Well, I… uh… appreciate that. Means a lot.”

You reached up, softly cupping his cheek. “You mean a lot. To me and to them. Don’t ever doubt that.”

He leaned subtly into your touch, eyes closing briefly before opening again to fix you with a gentle, affectionate stare. “Don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, doll.”

Your heart melted, and you smiled tenderly. “You’re just you. That’s more than enough.”

His mouth curled into a slow, genuine smile. “Careful. Keep talkin’ like that, and I might start thinkin’ I actually belong here.”

“You do,” you whispered softly, thumb gently brushing against his jawline. “You absolutely belong here. With me.”

Logan took a slow breath, something vulnerable flickering briefly across his features before his usual playful bravado returned. He tilted his head slightly, eyes twinkling. “Guess that settles it then. I’m officially keepin’ you.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head affectionately. “Oh? Glad we finally got that cleared up.”

He grinned softly, squeezing your hand lightly. “Me too, sweetheart.”

You leaned gently into his side, contentment spreading warmly through your chest as Logan’s arm wrapped comfortably around your shoulders. The joyful chaos of the reception carried on around you, but in that quiet, shared moment, nothing else mattered.

Then, your younger brother sat down next to you, tapping away on his phone. “What’re you doing?” You asked.

“I’m ordering food,” he mumbled, eyes still glued to his phone as he scrolled quickly through options.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “There’s literally mountains of food here, Jamie.”

He shrugged, not bothering to look up. “You know I don’t really like Indian food. There’s nothing for me here except naan, and I can’t eat just bread all night.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head affectionately. “Naan is delicious, though.”

Logan glanced at your brother curiously, smirking slightly. “You picky about food or somethin’?”

Jamie sighed dramatically, finally lifting his eyes from the screen to look at Logan with exaggerated patience. “Not picky. Just selective.”

Logan chuckled softly, giving you an amused glance. “Selective. Got it.”

You leaned closer, trying to peek at Jamie’s phone. “What are you ordering?”

“Pizza,” Jamie answered immediately, tilting the screen slightly so you could see. “Just cheese and pepperoni. Safe bet.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, leaning back casually in his chair with a teasing grin. “Guess not everyone’s brave enough for spinach hockey pucks, huh?”

You laughed, gently nudging Logan’s shoulder with your own. “Hey, don’t knock my childhood favorites.”

Jamie rolled his eyes lightly, tapping the screen again to finalize his order. “You two can have all the spinach hockey pucks you want. I’m sticking to my pizza.”

“Well, what about this?” You reached over to the middle of the table and grabbed a papad, “you like these.” You held it out to him as he grimaced.

“No.”

“No?” You broke off a small piece before shoving it in his face. “Eat it.”

Jamie scrunched his nose, leaning back to dodge your persistent hand. “Y/N, seriously—stop it.”

“Just one bite,” you insisted, laughing as you chased his reluctant movements. “You ate this all the time when you were little. You even ate it at Uncle James’ house like a year ago!”

Jamie gave you a pained expression, leaning dramatically away from the papad you were practically shoving at him. “Y/N, stop. I'm serious—this stuff is so weirdly crispy.”

Logan chuckled quietly beside you, watching the sibling interaction with obvious amusement. He leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed as he observed the spectacle. “Kid’s got a point, princess. Maybe he just doesn’t wanna relive his childhood right now.”

You shot Logan a mock glare, but your lips twitched into a smile despite your best efforts. “He’s just being stubborn.”

“I am not stubborn,” Jamie argued indignantly, finally snatching the papad from your hand with exaggerated annoyance. “Fine. One bite. Happy now?”

“Very,” you replied smugly, grinning as Jamie took a reluctant nibble, his face twisting slightly as he chewed.

“It tastes exactly the way I remember,” he admitted grudgingly. “Like crispy nothing.”

Logan barked a laugh, shaking his head at Jamie's pained expression. “Guess you ain't impressed, kid.”

Jamie shrugged easily, placing the papad back onto your plate. “Not really my thing. You two can keep your weird, crispy food.”

“Your loss,” you laughed softly, crunching on the papad casually. “This stuff is great.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Jamie sighed, returning to scrolling through his phone again. “Pizza’s on the way, by the way. Thirty minutes.”

“Make sure you actually leave enough room for cake,” you warned playfully. “Aunt Kavya spent days on it.”

Jamie rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “I always have room for cake.”

Logan chuckled softly, glancing sideways at you with quiet amusement. “Kid’s got his priorities straight, doll.”

You smiled, resting your head lightly against Logan’s shoulder, your hand finding his under the table again. His fingers threaded easily with yours, gently squeezing your hand. The soft warmth of his palm against yours felt reassuring in the chaos around you.

“So, Jamie,” Logan said casually, leaning forward slightly with a teasing smirk. “Any pointers for a guy who's still tryin' to figure out your family?”

Jamie glanced up, finally giving Logan his full attention. His expression softened slightly as he tilted his head thoughtfully. “Honestly? Just smile, nod, and eat whatever someone puts on your plate.”

Logan gave you a pointed look, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Sounds suspiciously familiar.”

“See?” You grinned, elbowing him gently. “Told you I wasn't exaggerating.”

Jamie shrugged easily. “It works. And if you're stuck, just look like you're enjoying yourself, and they'll leave you alone.”

Logan chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “Good advice, kid.”

Jamie’s phone vibrated suddenly, and he looked down, eyes lighting up in relief. “Pizza’s here already. That was fast.”

He stood quickly, pocketing his phone. “I'll be back.”

“Good luck out there,” you teased lightly, watching him slip through the crowd toward the exit.

Logan shook his head softly, eyes dancing with amusement. “He’s somethin’ else, isn't he?”

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed affectionately, smiling as Jamie disappeared from sight. “But I wouldn't trade him.”

“Didn’t think you would, doll,” Logan murmured warmly, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your temple. “Family seems important to you.”

You looked up at him, smiling gently. “It is.”

Logan hesitated slightly, his gaze quietly thoughtful. “Never really had that myself, y’know? At least not one that stuck around.”

“You do now,” you murmured firmly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Jamie might act aloof, but he already likes you. Dad clearly does too. Even Mom was talking about you earlier today. Face it, Logan, you're stuck with us.”

He chuckled softly, looking down at your intertwined fingers with a gentle smile. “Guess I can live with that.”

Before you could respond, an older woman appeared beside your table, beaming brightly at both of you. You vaguely recognized her face from family gatherings over the years, but you couldn't quite place her name.

“Beta,” she began warmly, her attention immediately drawn to Logan, “You’re not eating enough! You must try the gulab jamun—it's delicious.”

Logan blinked slightly, shooting you a subtle questioning look. You squeezed his hand again gently, leaning closer. “It's a dessert. Really sweet, but I think you'll like it.”

Logan smiled politely, turning back to the woman with a gracious nod. “Thank you, ma'am. I’ll be sure to try it.”

“Good, good,” she beamed, clearly satisfied with his polite acceptance. “You’re a very handsome young man. Y/N chose well.”

You felt your cheeks heat, and you ducked your head slightly in embarrassment. Logan glanced at you with a teasing smirk, his eyes sparkling. “Hear that, sweetheart? I’m handsome.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head affectionately. “Careful, Logan. Your ego's gonna start taking up space in the room.”

The older woman patted Logan affectionately on the shoulder, clearly amused by your interaction. “Very charming. Keep this one, mone.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Logan answered immediately, voice full of playful sincerity. “Ain't lettin' go anytime soon.”

The woman smiled warmly before wandering off to another table, satisfied with her matchmaking efforts.

You turned slightly toward Logan, an amused smile tugging at your lips. “Look at you, charming all the aunties.”

Logan chuckled quietly, shrugging slightly with a small smirk. “Guess I just got a knack for it.”

“Clearly,” you teased softly, eyes sparkling mischievously. “You sure you don't secretly enjoy all this attention?”

“Maybe just a little,” he admitted grudgingly, a playful glint in his eyes. “But don't go spreadin' that around.”

“Your secret's safe with me,” you murmured warmly, leaning in closer.

A gentle voice interrupted the two of you, and you looked up to see your uncle approaching, his son and daughter trailing behind him. He smiled warmly as he reached you, affectionately squeezing your shoulder.

“Y/N, Logan,” he greeted warmly, nodding toward Logan. “It's good to see you both.”

“You too, Uncle,” you replied sincerely, smiling at your younger cousins, who immediately gave you polite, slightly shy nods.

Your uncle gestured to Logan warmly. “You holding up alright, Logan? These big family gatherings can be overwhelming.”

Logan chuckled softly, nodding appreciatively. “So far, so good. Y/N's been a good guide.”

Your uncle laughed lightly, clearly pleased by Logan's easy answer. “Glad to hear it. And don't worry—you're family now. Anything you need, just ask.”

“Appreciate that,” Logan replied sincerely, relaxing visibly at your uncle's kind words. “Means a lot.”

Your uncle gave you a gentle, approving nod, clearly happy with Logan’s comfortable presence at your side. “I'll leave you two be. Just wanted to check in.”

“Thanks, Uncle,” you murmured warmly as he turned away, ushering your cousins toward another table.

You glanced up at Logan, noting the quiet warmth in his expression. “You doing alright?”

He smiled softly, eyes tender as they met yours. “Better than alright, doll.”

You leaned comfortably against him, warmth blooming softly in your chest. Logan’s arm tightened subtly around you, pulling you just a bit closer.

“You were right, princess,” Logan murmured softly, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “They really are a good bunch.”

You smiled contentedly, squeezing his hand gently. “Told you so.”

Logan chuckled quietly, shaking his head in amusement. “Should know better than to doubt you by now.”

“Exactly,” you teased softly, eyes bright with affection. “Stick with me, Logan, and I'll always steer you right.”

He gave you a warm, tender glance, his voice dropping to a soft rumble. “Trust me, sweetheart—I ain't goin' anywhere.”

You sighed contentedly, leaning your head comfortably against his shoulder, feeling perfectly at ease despite the joyful chaos around you. Logan's steady presence beside you felt solid, reassuring, and entirely right.

For tonight, you were happy just enjoying this moment together, knowing Logan had truly become part of your family.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Bill nodded in Willow's agreement. It seemed that there wasn't much else he could say there. He would just be preaching to the choir.

Leofric was still keeping a firm eye on Ratchet. While he planned to get back to another concoction fairly soon, he was gauging what he needed to do to keep him from trying again.

But Antonio saw the look on Willow's face. He did feel a shudder push through him, but then he managed to smile as well.

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Leofric then nodded at Lucien.

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The offer could be made there at least.

"Heh, that is a good point," Travis said, before he smiled, "You know, Custard just might appreciate it."

"Oh that's, that's fae," Russell said, "Heh, I, I was won-wondering, and yeah, he, he kinda does."

He wasn't going to say much else on that matter though. Russell didn't really need to use that knowledge for anything, so his main focus was on what was going to happen next.

"I, I think that, that could be nice," Russell said, "M-maybe we, we could find some, some nice, nice sun para-parasols for, for Bill. I'm sure, we, we could, we could work some-something out. I mean, it'll, it'll be, be like a, a vacation and, and not, not this, um, this sorta thing."

Russell chuckled a bit.

"Might, might be worth some-something," Russell said, "But hey, ev-even if, if it doesn't, it doesn't teach him any-anything, it, it would still be, be satis-satisfying to see af-after everything he's done."

Russell looked over the batch.

"We've, we've made a good, a good start."

"Certainly." The threshold was also offensively low with Ratchet. He was such a disappointment.

Willow was about to offer the remainder of the ziplocks to tie Ratchet down, despite their proved ineffectiveness. Perhaps using a few more of his gadgets against him would have sufficed, though she wasn't about to set aside the possibility of a few of his joints accidentally being dislocated just yet.

But then her face lit up with the sort of enthusiasm that was known to unsettle even the most seasoned mercenary of her world.

"Oh, I might know of something that might just do to our case. Check your phone."

That prompted Ratchet to share his opinion on the matter. "…You're messing with the wrong guy."

"Thank you, but I wouldn't want to abuse of your time for what are, in the end, matters that a fae should deal with alone." Lucien replied. He could have used the alone time and even then, he didn't want to drag anyone in his scheming before he had the confirmation there would be a point to it at all.

He also wanted to get away from insolent elves. Erica looked way too content with herself there. She and Rook really were two of a kind.

"Well, my eyes aren't that good, but that's hard to miss." Erica replied.

Rook listened on for a moment longer, before shaking her head. "I just never realized how distinctively french Lucien sounds when he's speaking in fae."

She would treasure the knowledge to annoy him later. She proceeded to grab another piece of paper and wrapped it up around the shell, before retrieving some duct tape to tie down the loose ends.

"Camping would be cool. I haven't done that in a while, but it'd be nice to hang out in nature, maybe go home for a bit…" Rook replied, before pausing, "I mean, assuming we could even organize something like that."

Perhaps what she was hoping for was simply some time off from the supernatural shenanigans.

"You know, maybe we should find a way to add in salt to the injuries to really drill it in Five's skull how shitty it is to aim at open wounds to poison someone. He won't learn a damn thing, but screw him."

[cheriladycl01]

hi love!! i just read your "Funny Gaming moments with Lando and Max (F) x QuadrantStreamer! Reader" and I absolutely loved it. this is me requesting more content like that! specifically again lando x streamer who plays val. maybe lando showing up to her competing in vct and its in the same city as a grand prix weekend. if not then maybe stream moments (thinking of like Tenz and Kydae🥹)

i love your content so i'm excited for literally any content you put out!! thank u!!❤️

Chat, what is this? - Lando x Streamer! Reader Part 1

Plot: More moments of you, trying and failing to teach your boyfriend Lando how to play games as good as you

Warning: This probably wont be for everyone but if you love gaming and Lando fluff you will enjoy this. It is very technical about Valorant as a game, but this request despite being sat in my drafts for a while has been one ive wanted to complete for ages! Its based around VCT 2023, Sao Paulo. Reader takes of from FNC Leo so if your confused why he isn't there thats why!!

"Chat, how good was that game? We Match MVP'ed and what did we go, 34 - 12 - 8. God climbing has been hard but did we finally do it chat?" you ask looking at the comments rolling in before you click to see if you rank had changed and finally put you back in radiant.

-Yes lmao

-Radiant time <3

-Gorl we know its gonna be good, just show us!!!!!

-Bits Donated

"Okay chat and omg Radiant Number 346! Now i don't know how long ill keep that for because ... well I've got to leave for VCT soon because my team actually made it through!" you exclaim, you'd been in game changers for a year when Fnatic asked you to become a sub for their team. Leo going on longterm sick meant that you were currently playing with them.

It was perfect timing for VCT Lock in if you were being honest. It was running from February till the start of March which meant that Lando could join you before you went to his first race with him in Bahrain. He was to stay in the hotel with you, which was payed for by the team but he wasn't invited to the team meal that Riot payed for, for each team.

"Ahhhh baby" you come back to the hotel after your meal out with the team having had a few too many drinks.

"Hello beautiful, did you have fun" he smiles running his fingers through your hair as you place your bag on the sofa.

"So much fun, its nice to just hang out with them you know? Sometimes even when were playing games it feels like its my job" you sigh in your drunk voice that Lando couldn't help but find adorable. He helps you take your shoes off as he continues to talk to you.

"Mmmmm well it kinda is your job baby" he chuckles knowing that he enjoying goofing around with his friends like George and Alex when they'd go cart together or he'd go out clubbing with Max or biking with Daniel.

"I know but i still should have fun right?" you almost moan as your shoes finally come loose and you can breathe. He helps you take your makeup off and change you into an oversized shirt off his before bringing you to the bed and tucking you in placing a kiss on your forehead before climbing in himself.

February 24th 2023.

Lando was there cheering you on as you went into your first match against Sentinels. Which was funny as you were actually really close to TenZ who was the star player of the opposing team and always made a pretty hard match for you whenever you guys played together or against each other. You were first friends with his girlfriend Kydae who you'd met streaming and then when you met irl was when you met the legendary TenZ.

"Ready?" you ask over to him after your walk on and he chuckles nodding.

"You bet i am, bring it on" he grins first bumping you before heading to his seat.

"It's so nice to see despite them being on opposing teams, NA and EMEA that they are still really good friends and ... you know what Bren its just nice seeing this level of Sportsmanship in our sport" Commentator Sideshow says.

"I agree but the question is, will Y/N be able to finally put an end to his streak? He's never been outplayed by her and maybe that is the downfall of playing with the enemies, he knows her and what she thinks and how she plays because who knows how many hours they have played outside of the teams, so this will really show" Brenn adds.

Haven was the first pick and Lando watched on anxiously as his girlfriend talked to her teammates through her headset, discussing strats going forward and what was going to be best for them.

He'd never admit it but he didn't know what he preferred, seeing her in her own team shirt or in his team gear but right now you looked so beautiful to him, the way your glasses sat perched on your nose and the team top tucked into your trousers.

Pearl hadnt been a map that you guys were doing well on when practicing so it was your first ban against Sen who'd been doing well in Masters through the year. You were hoping that they wouldn't ban Icebox as you guys had a pretty cohesive agent line up but to all your dismay it was Sen's first ban.

The first map pick was Haven, a three site map, different from the standard two which was your guys go too. You as a team when it came to practicing found that you guys commed better on this map than any other and with the amount of hours put into it, it would be hard not to have this as your guys best map.

And as if the Valorant gods were listening you see Sen's pick of Split come up, you hadn't been playing it much in front of people but behind closed doors you guys actually had your second best map on split. You guys ban Ascent knowing TenZ was a chamber demon on that map and you guys didn't wanna risk a throw away.

Sen then bans Fracture which you were glad about personally because it was one of your worst maps and you didn't have an agent you felt truly comfortable with there. Your goal for this year was to play more Fracture and make it a better map of yours.

And of course that left Lotus which three site maps seemed to be in favour of your guys team so this would be interesting.

Defending of Haven was up first.

"Okay im guessing were having Derke on Jett?" you ask knowing you'd be happy to Raze and Judge on Split later if it came to it.

"Yes, and I think we should go with Team C composition, how you guys feeling about that?" Boaster asks and you all nod before Chronicle changes his mind.

"I don't think double sentinal will work. Better doing double initiator" he argues and Boaster thinks for a second before agreeing.

"Okay so that leaves Plan B which is Derke on Jett, Chronicle on Breach, Alfa on KillJoy, Nyxie on Sova and me on Astra is that good with everyone?" he asks and you're all happy locking in your agents.

You spend your credits getting a Frenzy and two darts, knowing playing B should get you decent info you head there talking about darting first before you get any rotates to your site.

The round starts and with your reveal dart already loaded up you track two enemies seeing them in window.

"B Main smoke Boaster, two in window" you request and he places down a smoke hiding you on the left of site.

"Skye Dog coming through" you say as you here the yapping coming through the smoke making you and Boaster rotate to backsite. The dog thankfully doesn't grab anyone and leaves them with no info apart from the fact that you are on site.

TenZ dashes onto site right to where you and Boaster are immediately getting picked off by your British counter-part. As they rotate to C Chronicle and Alpha sit patenitly their util ready for use. Boaster gets another pick travelling on C site while you remian watching garage.

Derke flanks from A killing of the Skye meaning spikes down and only two are left as you play it safe moving back onto B keeping your eye on garage so you can swing off Boaster.

"There in garage, there in garage im holding from box" Derke says and you come through B to join him and by the time you've got there he's wasted no time and got the last two kills.

"Nice! Fnatic pistol round for the win!" you say fist-bumping Chronicle who your next to.

Your next buy is a Stinger, light shield and full util. This should be an easy win where Sen are on a save round but ... you never know. Shaking things up a bit you move to A with Derke positioning ready to dart down long.

"Util on C, coming long" Boaster comms and you start to rotate, knowing Derke can hold down A if they decide to Early rotate. And just as you get to B ...

"A, All A. What do you mean coming long, yes they are coming long on A! Not C" Derke shouts from Boasters earlier call out. Knife out and your running back to A as Derke gets another 3 picks.

"Okay Derk when i said hold the fort this isn't what i meant but pop off!" you say as you get your dart out, just as Chronicle gets the last kill in Sewers.

"Nice work!" you shout, a fist lightly tapping the desk. You pull a face at the camera on you with Boaster on the other side of you before buying for the next round.

Next round however goes to shit. Derke lerks Sewers getting picked off immedielty leaving you and Chronicle who had rotated early.

You replace Derke watching Sewers, Boaster smokes for you and you spam through the smokes getting two kills, switching to the classic seeing their Omen pushing you kill him off as Tenz kills you off after Chronicle and Boaster die on site. They proceed to win the round.

You boyfriend jumps up for joy seeing your 3k pulled back down by Max Fewtrell as you died to TenZ of all players.

"Guys what happened, I was watching sewers and before i know it TenZ is kissing my ass" you say looking between Boaster and Chronicle.

"It was just poor timing on our half sorry, but great round for economy guys!" Boaster tries to keep up Moral.

2 - 1

Next round was a blur, starting on A and dying over on C all within 15 seconds of the round was ... humbling to say the least.

However, it was close with TenZ being the only one standing once again as he trades off Zekken to get the kill on your teammate.

2 - 2

You remained on A despite it seeming like it wasn't working as its where you were getting the best darts and getting the most kills, Breach alt sent you sky high and not long afterwards with another kill under your belt it was a 2 v 1 situation with Sacy as the only one remaining and you with Alfa.

"Amir, swing off me, ill bait" you call and you both swing, you from behind box and Alfa in heaven, Sacy can only concentrate on one and thats unfortuanlty you.

"Nice one!" you say and Amir fits his hand on the air.

3 - 2

"Bit of jumping and running and gunning from Nyxie" the commentators says as you jump into and out of the smoke getting a kill before being killed instantly by their Killjoy who Boaster finishes off in a smoke.

"Despite some wacky moves from Nyxie this game, the comms from her have been phenomenal. The minute she dies her team are right there getting the revenge"

4 - 2

Your alt being available this round leaves Derke hard dashing up into window you think with the smoke he's got somewhere only to be picked off by their breach. With comms you pop your alt but the enemies seem to expect that managing to dodge it.

You all rotate to C using your reveal and then your drone you see three on site. Immediely managing to hit TenZ. You continue on, not thinking that you've just killed him in pro play.

Going deeper into cubby you get a pick on Skye just as Omen alts away probably onto A. Immedielty on the rotate heading through Attacker spawn and into Sewers, you're killed first and sit back comming for you teammates as Alfa clutches the round.

"Guys, i just got a kill on TenZ!" you exclaim and look over to Tyson, sending him a heart with your fingers where he rolls his eyes at your joke.

5 - 2

After some whiffs from both you and Derke, Boaster and Alfa clutch the round.

6 - 2

Again after some silly mistakes and being caught in util Alfa is the last one standing and left to save standing back away from site letting the bomb tick away.

Boaster is left a little frustrated asking what the hell we're doing despite having 3 plus rounds on Sen. IGL mentality for you! He knew you guys could and should do better.

6 - 3

You play safe with Chronicle on A trading kills off each other leaving Boaster a nice 3k on site, playing a little more aggressively than he usually would as the two of you die.

"Sorry Boaster, i don't know whats going on man" you sigh, knowing you arent playing your best right now.

"It's fine, it's all good we've got this!" he smiles at you, fist bumping your hand.

7 - 3

Next round you're told to early rotate straight to see thanks to Derke's spot and the fact that they stuck coming up C long rather than rotating worked in your benefit. You get a pick, before TenZ outplays you as your reloading.

Derke and Boaster clutch the round, cheers all around as you go to ...

8 - 3

A very slow paced round where both the Jett's were opping and so many ults were available. You were running between side, jiggle peaking and jumping to try get any info. You guys rotate to see when Alfa's alarm bot it destroyed seeing their coming through garage you wait at the top getting a kill on the Omen, just after Derke's op kill and Alfa's ratty move of hiding in cubby.

Alfa finishes them up in garage and you guys call it a day.

"YES! GOOD JOB!" you scream, fisting the air.

9 - 3

SWITCHING SIDES

Now it was your time to shine, you much preferred attacking on Haven. You guys agreed to start baiting A while the rest make their way to C. After a Sova reveal you guys make your way to C long Boaster in the back with spike.

After managing to plant TenZ gets onto sight with his Sheriff destroying the three of you remaining.

"FUCK THAT GUY!" you cry into your mic, head going into you hands hating the fact that you actually only did 20 damage to him.

9 - 4

You guys get fucked in sewers again.

9 - 5

This round you wiped the sweat from your forehead and locked in. Taking a quick swig of water before buying your util. You lurk getting a nice ratty kill on Skye before using the opportunity to reposistion gaining another kill. You peak TenZ but he avoids the fight leaving you to get a kill on Kill Joy instead while Boaster goes after Jett.

"Some incredible work there from Nyxie, she's really great at reading the map and once getting a kill repositioning to catch off her opponent and she's just incredibly quick with it too" the commentators admit.

Lando was biting his lips hard from how close this game was feeling despite it being 15 rounds in and 10 of them being for your team.

10 - 5

This round felt like it hadnt even started, you don't even know what you did but you were just there supporting. You tab to realise your actually 2nd on the leader board which only spurs you on further. You had this!

11 - 5

You and Derke wait together, storming onto sight getting three kills between you and managing to get the spike down. You guys have an incredible round all serving and keeping your guns, running off just as spike explodes killing the last player.

12 - 5

MATCH POINT

You wanted to cry, you were left standing last and whiffed so hard. Whiffed so hard not only did you let spike be diffused but you got yourself killed too. You could have finished this game there and then and called it a day.

12 - 6

After a stressful round you guys won the last round meaning you'd won the first map. You were the person who had the final kill which felt like a redemption after your previous bad round.

"YES LETS GO!" you cry pulling Boaster into a hug. Chronicle comes up fistbumping Derke before you hug him.

"Nice going Nyx" he grins. You use your hand to look out into the crowd spotting your boyfriend sat there with Max in the VIP section.

You wave at him as you leave the stage knowing he'll come see you in the room you guys had snacks and breaked in before the next map.

"You did so well, argh im so proud of you and i know you've got this next map!" he grins pulling you into a hug, kissing your forehead before moving down to hold your face in his hands bringing you into a full kiss.

"Ew" Chronicle comments smirking at the pair of your while Boaster covers Alfa's eyes.

"You guys all did really well. Got a feeling this ones yours!" Lando admits, keeping you close to his side.

"Thanks mate, oh wait have you guys seen Yinsu?" Jake (Boaster) asks.

"Mmmm she was in the crowd but haven't seen her yet!"

"Whose Yinsu?" Lando whispers to you.

"His girlfriend" you laugh.

"Mmmm she's with Angelina i think" Chronicle nods.

"Whose Angelina?" he asks

"Chron's wife?" you laugh as if Lando didn't believe your teammates had partners.

"You know ... this is a sport so technically you are my WAG... or HAB i guess?" you giggle before the others all tilt there heads confused.

"What is a WAG?" Derke asks head tipped to the side.

"Its a sports term, feel like its mostly used in F1 though. WAG is like Wives and Girlfriends of the sport person so im known on the screen when they show my face as Y/N FNC Nyxie Y/L/N Pro Valorant Player, Streamer and Girlfriend of Lando Norris" you explain and they nod.

"We should have something like that!" Alfa exclaims!

"Maybe" you laugh, preparing yourself for the next round.

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[aventurineswife]

Time traveller reader, who can't seem to keep things linear. Always meeting out of order, sometimes knowing stuff that will happen and other times not knowing who they're with. (Kinda like River Song's backwards timeline from Doctor Who)

I'm sure everyone gets somewhat annoyed by it in some form...anyways, reader goes on to be all sappy saying something like "I'm glad you're a constant in my life" or something to that degree.

Semi-established relationships, with Boothill, Dr Ratio, Aventurine and who ever else might fit!

A Constant in My Chaos

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Time Traveler!Reader, Non-linear Relationships , Emotional Moments, Fluff with a Hint of Angst, Slow Burn (Implied), Character Introspection, Found Family Dynamics (Implied).

Warnings: Mild angst, Themes of time travel confusion (non-linear narrative), Reader feeling lost or unsure of timelines, Ambiguity in relationship progression due to non-linearity.

The bright lights of a bustling spaceport flickered in the distance, casting an eerie glow on the cold, metallic surface of the docking bay. Boothill adjusted the brim of his hat, his teeth glinting as he smirked. He was waiting, but for who, he wasn’t sure.

“Boothill!” your voice called from behind, breathless but full of excitement.

He turned, his eyes narrowing, the in his pupils reflecting the dim light. You looked different—again. Time had a funny way of twisting you into knots.

“Now, ain’t that a sight for sore eyes,” Boothill drawled, though his posture tensed. “What year is it this time? You know me, or am I just another stranger to ya?”

Your face fell slightly, and he hated how it tugged at something deep in his mechanical chest. “I know you. Of course I do,” you said, stepping closer. “I don’t know what year it is for you, though. For me...you’ve always been there, somehow.”

Boothill’s smirk faltered, replaced by a rare moment of vulnerability. “Always? That’s a mighty big claim for someone who keeps poppin’ in and out of my life like a ghost.”

You reached out, placing a hand on the red scarf around his neck. “I’m sorry if it’s frustrating. I never know when—or where—I’ll end up. But no matter where I go, or when I meet you...you’re a constant in my life, Boothill. And that means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

For a moment, the cyborg cowboy was silent. Then, he tipped his hat slightly, his teeth flashing in a lopsided grin. “Guess I ain’t all bad if you keep comin’ back, huh?”

The sprawling halls of the Intelligentsia Guild glittered with intricate designs and cascading lights. Ratio sat at his desk, wavy hair falling over his face as he scribbled notes furiously. He didn’t hear you enter until you dropped into a seat across from him.

“Back already?” he asked without looking up, his eyes briefly flickering toward you. “Or should I say, forward?”

“Depends,” you replied, leaning your elbows on the desk. “Do you know me yet?”

Ratio finally set his pen down, his skin glowing faintly under the lights. “Oh, I know you,” he said smoothly. “You’re the one who comes and goes like the wind, spouting riddles and truths you aren’t even sure of yourself. Of course, it’s maddening.”

You smiled faintly. “That’s fair. I must be frustrating.”

“Unbearably so,” Ratio said, but his voice lacked venom. “Yet somehow, you always manage to pique my interest. I’ve yet to determine why.”

You leaned back, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “Because you’re one of the few people who doesn’t treat me like a puzzle to be solved. You let me just...be.”

Ratio’s sharp gaze softened, his fingers steepling under his chin. “Interesting hypothesis,” he murmured. “But why bother coming back here, to me, when there’s an entire timeline out there waiting for you?”

“Because,” you said quietly, meeting his eyes, “no matter where I end up, you’re my constant, Ratio. My anchor in all this chaos.”

For once, Ratio didn’t have a clever retort. He simply nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The luxurious casino shimmered with gold, a symphony of laughter and the clatter of dice filling the air. Aventurine lounged at a card table, his eyes lazily scanning the room. When he saw you approaching, his ever-present smile widened.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little enigma,” he purred, gesturing for you to sit. “What brings you here this time? Or should I say, which version of you am I getting today?”

You slid into the chair across from him, your gaze flickering with uncertainty. “I think I’m late,” you admitted. “You already know me, don’t you?”

Aventurine chuckled, shuffling the deck in his hands with practiced ease. “Oh, darling, I know you better than most, but that’s not saying much, is it?” He dealt you a card. “How about you tell me what’s on your mind?”

You hesitated, fingers brushing against the edge of the card. “It’s...hard, sometimes. Not knowing when I’ll see you again. Or if you’ll even recognize me. But somehow, you always do.”

“Of course I do,” Aventurine said softly, his tone unusually sincere. “I never forget a gamble worth taking.”

You smiled, though your voice wavered. “You’re more than that to me. No matter where—or when—I end up, you’re a constant in my life, Aventurine. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

For a moment, Aventurine’s confident mask faltered, a flicker of genuine emotion crossing his face. Then, he grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Well, aren’t you sweet? But don’t worry, darling—I’ll always be here. After all, what’s life without a little chaos?”

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

oh I'm glad I'm seeing this post again because I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT and what it would mean the rest of other stanley's upbringing would look like. and honestly the rest of ford's life too

like maybe at some point the baby calls him "dada" and ford gets all flustered like "what? no no no, I'm not our father-" but then, he mentally adds, "even though I'd be a better father to you than filbrick was."

and that's when it kinda sinks in that like. he's going to be the one to raise this version of stanley. up until that point he'd sort of been thinking of himself as some kind of babysitter, but babysitting is temporary. this isn't. he'll be watching over new stanley until he's an adult, probably. for all intents and purposes, he basically is new stanley's dad

and that's weird, he realizes. it feels weird and kind of wrong. but what else is he supposed to do about it? obviously this stanley would be too young to understand if ford tried to tell him the truth. so, he'll let new stanley grow up thinking that he's ford's son, weird as that feels, and tell him the truth when he's older. because he's definitely going to tell him the truth... eventually. he deserves to know the truth

"I'll tell him when he turns 10." Ford tells himself. But new Stanley's 10th birthday comes and goes and Ford doesn't have the courage to say anything. besides, he's still so young. just a child. this would be too much for him to process. "I'll tell him when he's 13," but that day passes as well. "I'll tell him when he's 16," and so on. he keeps pushing it off

because how is anyone supposed to start that conversation? "Hi, son. Actually you're my twin brother. But you died so the time police brought me a younger version of you from a different timeline because you're destined to save the world apparently"

and Stanley does believe that Ford is his father. he has no reason not to believe it. this is the man who cared for him as far back as he can remember, and the family resemblance is undeniable. Stanley's the spitting image of his old man. if Ford tried to tell Stanley he was adopted (which was technically what happened, Ford supposes), Stanley would never believe it

and Stanley loves Ford as a father, too. At one point Ford thought he would never get used to hearing young Stanley say "I love you, Dad". but as the years went on, it came to feel as natural to him as any other father-son bond. and Ford loves Stanley, of course. he isn't sure anymore if he loves him just as a brother or sort of also, weirdly, as a son. but that doesn't matter, he tells himself. they're family, and they love each other as family, and that's what's important. he'll explain the details of their strange relationship to his not-son... someday, for sure.

And he knows he definitely won't abandon this version of Stanley. His heart still aches for the original. And fate gave him... a weird second chance, but a second chance nonetheless. He would make sure this Stanley never doubted that his family loved him.

Ford proved to be a much better father than Filbrick. Granted, that bar was so low it was practically in the earth's core. But he raises new Stanley with more love than Filbrick ever could've. And he was much gentler with his punishments, of course. He might have to give Stanley a stern talking-to now and then. At his worst, if Stanley somehow made him really angry, he might yell. But he would never physically punish him. And even after an (exceptionally rare) father-son shouting match, Ford made sure to check up on Stanley after they had both simmered down. And he would apologize, and assure Stanley that he loved him, and that everything he did and said was because he loved him.

Ford was somewhat of an over-protective parent. That might've been the biggest flaw in his parenting style, aside from the secrets he was keeping. But who could blame him, knowing what he knew? The Stanley from his childhood with had been tossed out on the streets and suffered a slow, agonizing death, scared and alone, locked in the trunk of a car. And the Stanley he'd been given to raise was apparently destined to save the world. Well, really, the Stanley from his childhood was supposed to do that, until he died young. And Ford never knew what sort of world-ending threat Stanley was destined to defeat. And he never told Stanley about this supposed destiny, either. The circumstances of new Stanley's upbringing were strange enough without Ford throwing a "chosen one" narrative into the mix to loom over the boy's head. And Ford never knew how Stanley was supposed to save the world, but he had the sinking feeling that it would all culminate in some heroic act of self-sacrifice, and Ford's heart ached at the thought...

I COULD GO ON but I don't have any coherent way to wrap this all up. But this has been bouncing around in my brain for like 24 hours and I had to get at least some of it on paper (so to speak)

Stanley has an important role in the grand scheme of things, specifically saving the universe. His role is so crucial that if anything were to happen to him it could lead to not only the destruction of his universe, but also lead the destruction of others. So what would happen if Ford had lost Stanley somewhere during the ten years they spent apart, only for Ford to be met face to face with the time police and what appears to be 2 years old Stanley.

His ears feel muffled as he’s handed the toddler.

Death by asphyxiation

Trunk of the car

Far too late

Paradox

The child’s timeline was already gone

The fate of the universe

His hands

The baby coos in his arms babbling as he grabs Ford’s pinky.

[xo-adeline]

"So how should I begin this..?"

⋆°• ☁︎ - Small Drabbles!

Feat. Pan Nikos and Peyn Algos

AN: The characters are owned by @kokii-omii !! I was the anon who had asked about writing the x reader for them, I tried to find as much as I could about them before I started and I'm so sorry if this is kinda out of character!! But again, thank you so much!!<3

You did not plan to show up to the Savanaclaw Spell Drive Stadium today, but here you were. Standing at one of the pillars near the stairs looking over at the people on the field. In reality, you had made your way over to ask something of Epel, the new homework had made next to no sense, and since you knew that there would be no way that Vil would’ve let him go to practice without finishing so you finally got over it and headed through the campus towards the dorm.

Luckily, the weather had been pretty nice. A nice breeze had picked up when you were walking through the outside dorm and towards the many stairs to get up to where the field was. The whole time that you were walking you couldn’t help but enjoy the weather, which was one of the reasons you had ended up staying out there much longer than you had anticipated. The wind was slightly picking up, swaying some of the players on the brooms, not too bad, but just enough that could slightly see the way the people up in the air were starting to struggle.

All of a sudden there was a strong wind. Sand kicked up everywhere and even started to fly into your eyes, the players starting to move around before you had finally been able to see and when you opened your eyes there was suddenly a dark red-haired boy spiraling towards you. When the two of you had finally both sat up, there was a groan from both people as Leona, Ruggie, and Epel had all headed over. Epel helping the red-headed boy, who you had now learned that his name was Peyn based on the way that the rest of the team had yelled his name. Ruggie soon came to help you back up, doing a quick checkup before Epel had spoken up.

“What are you doing here anyway, (Name)?”

“Actually, I came down here to find you, about the new assignment from Trein.”

Epel gave a slight laugh before nodding

“Of course, once I’m done wit’ this I gotcha.”

As soon as both Epel and Ruggie had headed back and started assessing the situation with Leona about what to do for the rest of practice is when the student next to you had finally spoken to you.

“..Sorry about that. The wind was stronger than I had thought. But you are okay, right?”

You nodded as he looked slightly around you, checking for anything that seemed amiss. When he had come up when nothing he could see he nodded, before heading back over.

With the satisfaction of knowing that you would get the answers from Epel, or at least help, you headed back down the unreal amount of stairs they had and headed back over to your dorm, and much to Peyn’s luck, it means you missed the aftermath of the teasing from the others. You can’t blame them! There was no way that Peyn would have ever checked on them like that, maybe a pat on the back and a quick “you good?” but the actual worry in his eyes was a dead giveaway that even if he didn’t say it, maybe there was something like love at first crash there.

Did you know this was a horrible idea? Hell yeah, but did it matter in the end anyway? No. There was no way that you were gonna pass this class without Pan helping you. Who knew that ancient curses were that much harder than just learning normal history? When the time had finally rolled around for when you had planned to meet up, he was already there. Sitting up on one of the chairs, his headphones on as he was looking at something on his phone. There was a moment of silence as you tried to get his attention without scaring him, but when you stepped in his face looked up almost in an instant, there was a small smile before you finally walked over. The second you sat down he had made mention of what you needed to work on, something recent or something from a couple of weeks ago, knowing that one of the exams was coming up for it. He had always been pretty good with curses but there was also a chance that it wouldn’t be as good trying to teach somebody the same thing, but you had heard from Cater that he was one of the “#best” when it came to understanding things like that no matter how much the teacher yapped about it and you could only take in a percentage of what he said.

There was something about the way he tried to explain things that actually made way more sense than before, or maybe it was just because you perchance had a crush on him and there was no way that you were gonna miss anything that he said, no matter how dumb it was, and you would never know but there would be no way that Pan would have done this for just anybody, he was a part of Ignihyde and was good friends with Idia for a reason, and it wasn’t because he went out of his way to teach him different subjects when he could be doing anything else. It was all going well until Ortho walked in. He had just smiled when he saw the two of you together, there may have been a chance that Ortho had seen Pan’s vitals before he had left, and knowing that he was gonna be helping you out of anybody might have made his heart race just a little more than normal, especially when he had heard it from Cater that you were asking about him.

Both of you had just said Hi, expecting him to just excuse himself and then head back out, but sadly, that didn’t happen. He had made mention of Pan’s expression and vitals from before he had left, and even ones now, when he was even more nervous that you were not only this close to him, but also that you had been actually talking to him, and even asking for help. But before he could say anything else, Pan had made sure that he took Ortho out of the room before he could make any more mention about the potential things that he’d heard from in the dorm, leaving you sitting there and laughing at the interaction. Was the study session actually successful? A little, I mean there was no way that you got nothing from that, but was there also a chance that you now knew that he had felt stronger about you than just normal was nice.

[simtleman]

The STUN 'IN' MART & UFO home (Download Tray Files & CC)

So @surely-sims and @ice-creamforbreakfast made our jaws drop once again with their incredible Juno Birch CC Set, sure... but now you have to actually spend the time building a lot so you can start your new save file with the STUNNING Juno Birch and you simply can't be bothered. Is that so? Well, fear not my friend because here I am to make your life easier and allow you to jump straight into gameplay! Introducing the STUN 'IN' MART & UFO home, a residential lot designed specifically for none other than the LEGEND, the ICON that it is Juno Birch:

Since she landed on planet Earth she thought it'd be best for her to go undercover as a human, 1960s wife but hey, she also needed to make some simoleons... so why the heck not open a supermarket? Also, finding a parking spot in Ordinary Springs is incredibly difficult these days so she had no choice but to stunningly park her UFO home right on top of it. YES, THAT'S HAPPENING! Here are some screenshots:

Minimart:

Aaaand PAUSE! If you go in the cereal and premade meals aisle, you'll find a suspicious back door leading to a shady, dark room with a ladder that seems to be taking you to a basement:

It's a prison cell for Joy Despret, YES THAT'S HAPPENING! In case that "No Joy Desprets" sign in the front yard goes unnoticed.

Back patio:

UFO home, kitchen:

Bedroom:

Dining room/interior garden a.k.a. The Green Plumbob Room:

Living room:

Here you can also find some floorplant screenshots, so you can get an idea where everything is located.

Basement:

Ground floor:

UFO home:

Before you go ahead and download it into your game, a few IMPORTANT disclaimers:

The lot is a 20x15. I built it on the bottom left lot from the Parched Prospect neighborhood in Oasis Springs (which for me is Ordinary Springs because I play in a save file that brings back worlds & townies from TS2).

I used items from several expansions and packs (listed in screenshot below), so if you don't own them those items might be replaced with others.

This lot is set as Residential.

Like all my builds, this is a heavily CC based lot. If you don't have a powerful PC, it might get laggy while trying to play with it.

Regarding the CC, I do not own nor take credit from any item included within this lot. All credit goes to their amazing creators, especially @surely-sims & @ice-creamforbreakfast whose content I used almost exclusively to build this one.

The .ZIP file (2.35 GB) includes two folders: one for the Tray Files and another one with all the CC. I'm 100% sure all the CC I used is already public for everyone; if it's not, it's been definitely longer than three weeks since it has all been in my game and you (the CC creator) shouldn't be putting content behind permanent paywalls to begin with ;)

I did use bb.moveobjects on while building and have playtested it, so it should be fully functional. Let me know if otherwise.

That's all for me! Please let me know your thoughts as I'm slightly insecure about this lot because it is a lot wackier than my regular 1920s historical save file kinda style lol. Also, if you run into any issues do not hesitate to let me know and I'll try to help best I can :)

PLEASE do tag me on your screenshots if you share them here on Tumblr. I'd love to see what you guys make with it!

Download: Mega

Enjoy ♡

[batboysanonymous]

Not in Love (Except I Am)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: It wasn’t love. It was convenience. It was comfort. It was stolen shirts and shared beds and the way his gaze lingered when he thought she wouldn’t notice. Y/n had convinced herself of that, until the night Azriel stopped believing her.

Based on the song: No I'm not in love by Tate McRae

Swear I'm only sleeping at your house six times in one week, 'cause it's convenient.

Y/n wasn’t in love with Azriel. At least, that’s what she told herself. Every single night she spent tangled in his sheets. Every morning she woke up wrapped in his shadows, with his scent clinging to her skin long after she left his townhouse.

She wasn’t in love with him. She couldn’t be.

Only kinda dressing like you now, 'cause your clothes, they fit me — and that's good reason, oh yeah.

She wore his shirts because they were soft, oversized, smelled like cedar and clean air and a little bit like his laugh, rare, warm, and private.

She crashed at his house because it was closer, and she didn’t feel like flying home, and maybe because his bed felt safer than her own. She learned all the lyrics to the songs he hummed under his breath because they were catchy.

Not because they reminded her of him.

Not because every little piece of him had embedded itself so deep in her bones that she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began.

I told you one, two, three times, don't you read into us. Every friend of mine, I told them the same: No, I am not in love. I am not thinkin' 'bout you.

She told Gwyn. She told Emerie. She told herself.

I’m not in love with him.

And every time Azriel’s hazel eyes met hers with that soft, patient, knowing look, the one he only ever gave her, she repeated it in her head like a prayer.

The sun's not gonna come up, and I don't hate every girl your eyes go to.

She didn’t flinch when he flirted with someone at Rita’s. She didn’t notice when other females looked at him with longing. She didn’t care. Except… she did.

I am not in love. Sky has never been blue.

She never let herself wonder what it would be like if he kissed her. What it would feel like to press her mouth to the words she could never say out loud.

What it would be like to wake up next to him and not have to leave before dawn, pretending nothing happened.

Until the night everything unraveled.

It was late. A bottle of wine half-empty between them, his shadows curling lazily around their intertwined legs. Her head rested on his shoulder, his breath stirring the hair near her temple.

"Cassian tried to convince Nesta to spar without warming up," she murmured. Azriel chuckled, low and rough. "He’s either brave or stupid." "Definitely stupid." She tilted her face up, close enough to count the freckles across his nose. Her heart ached.

Only singing to your songs like, 'Uh' — we got the same taste, that ain't my fault.

"You’re tired," he murmured. "So are you." He didn’t argue.

They went upstairs without speaking. She slipped into his shirt — the gray one that was soft from too many washes, that smelled the most like him — and crawled into his bed. He joined her, the mattress dipping under his weight, his arm finding her waist as naturally as breathing.

If I slip and I somehow say it, you should know in advance I'm wasted.

She lay awake long after his breathing deepened, staring at the ceiling. Not in love. Not in love.

But the words didn’t stick anymore.

Morning came too soon. His body was pressed against hers, his face buried in her hair. She slipped out of bed and padded to the kitchen, needing space, air, anything but the crushing weight of the truth she couldn’t admit.

She didn’t hear him come in until his hand brushed her shoulder. "Y/n?" His voice was sleep-rough. She didn’t turn. "Go back to bed, Az."

He stepped closer. "What’s going on?" Her hands clenched the countertop. "I couldn’t sleep." A lie. He knew it. "You’ve been quiet lately. Distant." "I’ve been busy." Another lie.

He exhaled slowly. "You don’t have to do that with me. You know that, right?" She swallowed. "There’s nothing to talk about." "There’s everything to talk about."

She turned then, her chest tight. His eyes searched hers. Gentle. Devastating. "Y/n…what are we doing?" he whispered.

She broke. "We’re friends, Azriel. We’re friends who…who sometimes blur the lines. But that’s all." His jaw clenched. "Is that what you want?" "It’s what it has to be." "Why?" Because if I fall for you and you don’t catch me, I will never survive it.

He stepped forward, cupping her cheek. His thumb brushed away a tear she hadn’t noticed falling. "I think you’re lying."

Her breath hitched. "I’m not." "Y/n." His voice cracked. "Stop pretending. Stop hiding. Just…tell me the truth."

She shook her head violently. "I can’t." He rested his forehead against hers. "I love you," he whispered. She sobbed. "Az…" "I love you. I’ve been in love with you for so long, I don’t remember what it feels like not to be."

Her heart shattered. "Why didn’t you say anything?" He laughed bitterly. "Because every time I looked at you, you were wearing my shirt, sleeping in my bed, but telling me we were just friends. I didn’t want to lose you. Not even to honesty."

I am not in love, I am not thinkin' 'bout you. The sun's not gonna come up, and I don't hate every girl your eyes go to.

She trembled in his arms. "I thought if I said it out loud, I’d ruin everything." He tilted her chin up. "You could never ruin anything. Not with me."

I am not in love. Sky has never been blue.

She choked out a laugh. "The sky has never been bluer than it is right now." And then he kissed her. Soft at first. Reverent. Like she was something precious. Then deeper. Fierce. Desperate. Years of longing, of buried feelings, all spilling out at once.

They broke apart only when air became necessary. "Az," she whispered. He rested his forehead against hers, breath ragged. "Tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll let you go. I swear it. But if you do…don’t lie to me. Please."

She closed her eyes, the words tearing free from where they’d been trapped for far too long. "I love you. I think I’ve always loved you."

His breath shuddered out of him, and then he was kissing her again, spinning her in his arms, both of them laughing through their tears.

No, I'm not in love, not, not. Why would you think that? Why would you think that?

She pressed her forehead to his. "We’re idiots, you know." He grinned. "The biggest ones in Prythian."

She kissed him again, slow and soft, like a promise. "I’m not going anywhere, Az." "Good. Because I plan on loving you for a very, very long time."

I am not in love, not, not. I am not in love, love, love. Why would you think that? Why would you think that?

And for the first time, they both admitted what they’d known all along.

They’d never stood a chance.

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[evilminji]

@babbling-babull curse you... I love them already. And all they did was this \O.O/

Cause like? That is the MOST Baby? Action I have ever seen? Baby™. A Child™.

Fuck. That's how she GOT INTO THIS MESS (lugging around a secret realm of what's left of her Sect)! Get into the secret Sect Realm, Baby Child!! We RUNNIN'! *stuffed smol Protagonist into a secret fairy(?) Realm full of gorgeous people who ALSO have magic swords.*

It's the best thing EVER! He's totally normal here! No one's all "wow! You have a magic sword! Solve all our problems despite the fact that you are 12! Go face that big scary monster! Who cares if you know sword fighting yet!" And?? He gets a WARM bed. Food. And friends!

Patient teachers to correct his stances! Heal his injuries!

He LOVES this Secret Fairy Sect thing! [Protagonist is now willing to die for you]

Wait, what?! Baby NO! Why are you lil fuckers all LIKE THIS!?

I'ma call him either Arthur or John. They two MOST generic n common Western Protagonist names. Cause the odds she meets one? Astronomical. Right up there with meeting a Mary(any variation). I don't know what the OTHER super common Generic Hero names are?

But it would be HILARIOUS if? She kept meeting "I would love to help but kinda bus-!"*demonic roar!* *dodge!!* and "lady... I'm twelve. And so, so, SO smol. Please I WILL cry if another person asks me to Save The Day and fight an adult for them".

Like? Understandable, have a nice day (to the first) and GET IN THE SECRET REALM (to the second). Who the FUCK is abandoning all these KIDS?! Is NO ONE giving them BASIC training? They'll fucking DIE! She may be desperate, but she's never gonna be THAT desperate!

God, I am... so obsessed? (SI-OC thoughts)

PIDM/SVSSS/Xanxia let me gooooo .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

Back on my bullshit, with another Treasures Maker™. But like... make um TANK. Go ALL in. No being coy about it. No holding back. Balls to the wall, batshit insane Treasure Maker.

A real "w-why would you..." Sort of creator. Tentacle with a knife sort of "....wanted to see what would happen." Kind of gal. No one is safe and EVERYONE is nervous. Put the crafting supplies DOWN, shimei! Back AWAY from the crafting rooms! You KNOW you have to be supervised in there!

No one wants another... Incident™! (WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE INCIDENT™!!!)

Cause like?

They? Had a brother. That brother? Was gross. We love um, but teenagers, man. Violence and boobs. 2 Edgy 4 U media. That sort of shit. It was his bread and butter for like... Puberty.

Not! To say he was a bad kid! God, no! But he WAS basicly soaking in sweat, hormones, and teenage "oh god I'm so horny I couldd die but also AaaaaaAAAAAAA-!!!!" Brain fuckery. Not fun. She survived it, does NOT recommend, but still retains the Sisterly right to ROAST his deeply shit reading tastes (lightly).

After all? Who amongst us? Has not read terrible, terrible Smut based power fantasies? People in glass houses and all that.

.....she DOES wish she, you know, stuck it out. Read that trashfire COMPLETELY. Not just the spark notes, wiki, and that hilarious rant compilation of the Honorable Cucumber Bro (A Legend, we stan. God, what a psycho(affectionate)). But like... not her genre, man. She's an otome nerd. Her Meta knowledge aint worth SHIT.

But! Trying to relate to her brother? Listening to him excitedly talk about the latest chapters and current arcs? DID leave her with SOME knowledge. Enough knowledge.

Specifically?

This world is SHIT to women.

Like? A legit horror reality. Everyone has somehow? Still got that bullshit, purity culture, your honor is stored in your virginal, mint condition, breeding stock hoo-haa. While being surrounded by more natural aphrodisiacs then any Hentai universe could excuse! Like? EXCUSE ME!?

You can't SPIT, without hitting three Fuck Or Die plants and the aphrodisiac poisoning monster that LIVES IN UM!

But we, the WOMAN, would be a whore, should we be struck by the damn near inevitable? Airplane... you sexist HACK! (*Qinghau... feels like he's in danger*)(He swears he DIDNT MEAN IT! He just didn't think of the implications! About A LOT OF SHIT!)

Not to MENTION?

The fucking (quite literally) BODY HORROR fuckboi Protagonist! With his MONSTER DICK! Like? Look... she is a GROWN ASS WOMAN, okay? She KNOWS how sex works! Apparently, she is one of the privileged few in this universe who DOES. And while her little brother and that hack author may buy into the troupe "all women want huuuuuge, big, improbable, monster dicks"?

Ha ha! GOD, No. They do NOT. That is PURELY a male thing! It's a masculinity thing. Some power fantasy, male envy, "look how manly I am" bullshit. WOMEN? Have ORGANS. And while there ARE outliers (gods bless, we salute you. Go for greatness, you mad, mad queens.) MOST of us? Like bits that FIT.

You know... WITHOUT the Protagonist's so called "blood Gu". (Thanks! That's a HORRIFYING THOUGHT! Both on the "what do MEAN he, a non medically trained fuckboi, LITERALLY REARRANGED THEIR INSIDES?" lvl AND on the "WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARASITES IN THE BLOOD‽‽‽" lvl.)

So SI-OC? Rightfully? Wants Mr "All Women Are Belong To Me" NO WHERE near her. The fact that he's a demon? Irrelevant. The fact that he's an unrepentant MONSTER of a man? With a body horror dick? VERY relevant.

BEGONE XANXIA SATAN.

Leave her and her orifices the FUCK ALONE. You psychotic, sect murdering, realities destroying, selfish, narcissistic Fuckboi!

Not that she remembers much of the "cool motive, still murder" Phase of his life. Nor does she care, with how many people he fucks over. She wants to get far, FAR away from that mess. And more SPECIFICALLY? She wants to SURVIVE that mess. Which requires power.

She doesn't HAVE power.

But? She DOES have some Meta knowledge... and a shit ton of patience.

Cause after all, what is better then a protection talisman sewn onto a robe? Ten Thousand Protection Talismans sewn onto a robe, which is only ONE of a SET. And that? She can do.

To hell with pretty embroidery. Flowers and bamboo. Birds in flight. No, with Qi enhanced sight, and steady hands? The finest needle and the strongest, thinnest, thread? Script so tight and small it light grains of rice. Over and over and OVER. Each of her layers, holding thousands upon thousands of words. So small it's near impossible to read.

Which, of course, is to say nothing of the ribbons. Such long HAIR, after all! Only a FOOL wouldn't make USE of that space. Portioning out her head into hundreds of tiny braids, talisman written ribbons woven all the way down.

Every bit and piece of her clothing, a masterwork of steady repetition and patience. A fortress, built brick by brick. Not inconquerable. But strong enough, that even the heavens would strain.

Of course... only so long... as she's WEARING such armor.

Everyone must sleep eventually. Must bathe. You can not wear only one thing FOREVER. And that IS the difference between the strength you create and the strength you simply possess. One of them? Is always with you.

And like? Imagine it.

Big Sister. The penultimate Immovable Object facing off against Bingme's Unstoppable Force. Her DECADES of quite preparation unfurling like the waking of a slumbering GOD. All those traitors to the Sect. Women who BETRAYED their own. Betrayed their bothers and sisters, the CHILDREN they were supposed to guide and teach. For DICK. Having their attacks against her turned back against them.

Lethally.

As the remaining Peak Lords fight, a literal beacon of power. Of Safety. Sweeping through and grabbing survivors. Tossing them into a hidden realm she's literally wearing around her neck. Small but stable, her graduates work in progress. It's sparse in there. More bare earth and barely planted medical plants then anything. A few fruit trees.

But? It's beyond the reach of these invaders. And unless Luo Binghe kills her? Gets past her every defense and prys the anchor from her cold dead hands? Then they are safe. For now.

The sect may be lost. At least in terms of buildings, land. But it's PEOPLE? The important part? Not so long as she lives. The selfish dramas of demons and men are none of her concern. She has students, children, and the injured to protect.

And obviously, this makes her a target. She's shining like a God damn mini sun. It's not subtle. But the sect is burning, there's demons everywhere, she kinda expected that. At least she gets to kill a few of those traitorous "wives" on her way out.

(They betrayed their sisters. Their students. Their FRIENDS! This was their FUCKING HOME!! If they thought the Sect unforgivable? They should have LEFT. Not attacked as children fled for their lives. Cultivators are meant to kill monsters, not BECOME them.)

She takes them, her copies of as much of the libraries as she could manage on her own (it's not enough. Forgive her. She had to prioritize.) and heads for the border of the map. As fast as Cultivation can travel.

Did the Realms truely merge? Or did this portion collapse together? If they fly far enough, will they find the edge? And should it ALL have collapsed... he's not explored it yet. They have time to rebuild. Heal. Train and grow stronger..

All is not lost. Not yet.

Besides...

Who's to say that Fuckboi is the only Protagonist in this world? The only child of the Heavens? Maybe there are other gods. Maybe... maybe those gods are pissed. At the presumption. The arrogance. Maybe... just maybe, those gods will help. Who can say? It's never been done.

But is that not the duty of a righteous cultivator? To do what is right? To fight against monsters? What greater monster is there then this? The child not embraced by the village, will come to burn it down. But Luo Binghe? He has decided to burn the WORLD to ashes. And such madness must be stopped.

It doesn't matter how it began. They're gonna end it.

Together.

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @babbling-babull @hdgnj @leftnotright

[tarotbyjam24]

Pick a card : What if you and your future spouse were in drama ?

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Hi pile 1 the 1st drama that comes to my mind after seeing the cards is 'queen of tears ' kdrama. Where male lead is sacrificing, hardworking , receives his rewards for hardworking , excels in everything , multi-talented while the female lead is already established due to her family background yet she's hardworking. And if it's bl [boys lead ] drama then the vibe I'm getting from this pile is cutie pie bl where the male lead zee is same as queen of tears' male lead working for other male lead nunew's family which is also a established rich family. Storyline would go like your life was chill you were enjoying the thrills of life too but suddenly those thrills turn into disasters and then a stable person who has everything enters in your life. The reason for their success is their hardwork . They made that empire with their own hands. They didn't neglect any single minorities they worked on it all and solved it . They are almost like a office worker in their own office instead of being a boss . But that's how they achieved it all. They may even fight with all those who interfere with their life because they're the boss of their own life and don't like anyone giving advice to them regarding it .

Now coming to romantic part they may seem all chill and not showing their care to you that much like not being over affectionate but that's the mask they're wearing in real they just wanna pamper with all they have got and give it all to you like they'd honestly want you to use them because they're a high value person and they can have good connections too so they'd want you to take a good advantage of it and to help you grow in your life too . They've this sacrificing energy to them they'll be like here babe come and take my credit card and spend it all until you want no worries I also remember this line from buisness proposal kdrama where male lead whispers just spend your time with me I'll spend all the money on you . Possibly you gonna work under them and having office romance 😉 and the reason they fall for you is because they gonna notice your dedication towards the work you'll be the person who's down to work overtime when nobody agrees to do so . And they gonna love how you add zist of your creativity in all the works. I feel you'll slowly become the most important person to them in their life. They may have a lonely life with 1 -2 or no friends . So obviously their attention will be on you. And with time they'll show the interest in you that they were hiding for long time . He fell first and the hardest troupe heheee 🤭. They'll fight for you with anybody . They won't be tolerating any bs regarding you and that's their final decision they'll only trusting you and you trusting them only blindly .

Coming to your dating life now dates may not be much common among you guys because of your fs being already married to their work and you guys are having office romance so basically everyday will feel like a date 😩 but but but your dates could be like just laying in beds cuddling eachother and just taking the time to enjoy the leisure your head lying on one of their arms and one of your leg resting on their thighs 🐣 , creative dates are your go to dates like going for pottery class , painting class , make your own teddy workshop, create your own chocolates \perfumes typa dates , movie dates , aquarium dates , magic show dates , you guys could probably go on learning karate class date , boxing class dates , Muay thai dates, car race dates ,etc which includes physical activities .

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Hi pile 2 , the vibe I'm getting from cards is like you don't have very good connection with your family and you live alone probably in another city and figuring out your life alone having long term plans and working them that's when you meet them and your drama begins the drama that comes to my mind after seeing the cards is true beauty where cha eun woo didn't had good bonding with his family and was living alone with his traumas . And bl [boys love ] drama that comes to my mind is 'boy next door ' in which the male lead doesn't have good bonding with his family comes from a broken family , living alone in his dorm planning his long term goals and having a bounded life . Now the storyline will go like you were trying to love your normal life while struggling with daily things like getting a 6-8 hr sleep not trying to think about how life has been hard on you . Trying to face it all like a brave person in a battlefield who's all injured . Focusing on your goals and trying to get your life better and not to have time for overthinking by exaggerating yourself to your work. Not trying to listen to the people around you and most importantly your snake family . Fighting the urge to not being their puppet and doing a puppet show for them. You're basically trying to stand out and getting Outta this hell hole created for you by your family. Almost feeling like a ghost who don't have their own will and just dancing to their family's tone and you know that this person is just destroying it all but all you can do is to just listen to them otherwise they'll drown you or give you the punishment hell. You're the rebellious personality who's gonna save yourself and others . So you just most of the don't listen to them and ignore them when you can but things aren't going in your favour that much out of your 5 moves 3 goes to vain and only 2 succeed you get sad but that's not the time to get sad it's time to look on the positive side and just think that your 2 moves succeeded and that's when you meet your spouse they take the entry in the show and help you overcome this crisis . Your family is against this relationship you're in . But obviously you are not going to give up after so many hardships your luck just got activated you can't just let all of your efforts go to waste by removing your spouse from your life just because your family don't agrees with your relationships. Probably it's the same gender relationship that's why they don't agree but love is love and it's beyond all of these boundaries created by humans. And they can have a child already that's another reason your family don't agree.

Now coming to your love life they won't be letting you settling for less like you were doing in past . They'll be taking you away from this hell hole. They'll argue with your family and protect you with all they can. They won't be judging you for your past present or future. They gonna accept it all the way it is because it's all about you. And they're head over heels for you already . They'll be helping you to overcome your sacrificing personality and helping you to think about yourself first teaching you to be selfish and putting yourself first above all and letting you know that this world is full of love ,care and abundance that wasn't given and showed to you by your family . They'll be teaching you to speak about where it hurts and not just get numb by the situations because that's all your life has been about. They'll giving you their sunshine they'll be giving you the ear . They'll be there when you need it and when you need to share your burdens and not just carry it all alone. They'll be there for you when you're asleep so that you can sleep peacefully and have a rest of the full of energy.

Coming to your dating life your dates will be like taking you out basically just getting you out of your house because you may stay at house more such a homebody 💅🏻, going to see skyscrapers and seeing the view from those heights , going to river side taking a boat ride or a ferry ride to a fair , going to zoo or kids play area where you , your spouse and their kid enjoy and play together .

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[taelophone]

Daddy, not daddy

trigger warnings ; smut . penetration . daddy kink . degradation (from both parties) . car sex / public sex . cops catch you, but not really . not fully proofread .

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For the first time this summer, you had a stark change of scenery. There was no sand yo invade your undergarments, you weren’t forcefully applying sunscreen to your roommate, and you weren’t being lulled to sleep by the vicious bickering of sky-flying seagulls.

The excessive luggage could be heard thunking and clunking against each other— hard polycarbonate kissing the scratchy ballistic nylon with each bump in the road. Taking a vacation from your vacation home was rare, but it wasn’t unwelcome this time around now that someone else’s hands were on the wheel.

“So what’s the plan for Vegas? Are we going to like…a casino, the Grand Canyon, a cool bar?” You asked, your sandals propped up on the dashboard as you stuck your hand in a crinkly bag of Lays Plain.

“I kinda lied,” he chuckled, a sheepish and endearing smirk on his lips. “We’re going to Vegas for like three days, then I'm gonna drive us over to Santa Monica so we can go surfing.”

“Yes. Because leaving the beach to go to another beach makes sooooo much sense!” You nodded, flashing him a patronizingly bright smile.

“Don’t sass me, woman.”

“Don’t be a dick, man.”

“Sorry,” he smiled, leaning over to peck your forehead. “I hate when we fight. It’s like divorce. Don’t divorce me, I love your house.”

“Couldn’t even say I love you, oh, men ain’t shit…”

The ride was set for two days and roughly six hours. That’s forty-eight hours of uninterrupted Luigi chatter, shitty radio signals, cramped spaces, and possible road disasters. You trusted Luigi with your life, of course, but to think you were stuck in a car that wasn’t yours with a man you invited in based on general suicidal behavior was insane.

Well…maybe not suicidal. Unsafe? Dangerous? Either way, crazy circumstances.

“I mean, we don’t have to drive for two days straight…we can make pit stops in different states. Grab souvenirs, you know? We don't have kids, so literally anything can go in the back,” You beamed, already buzzing with excitement about all the pretty clothes and cool trinkets you could bring back home.

“We don’t have kids yet you’re right! That sounds fun actually,” he nodded.

“Excuse me?”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“What?”

“Ten-two, yo.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You giggled, rolling your family-size bag of chips up and placing them in the stuffed glovebox. Luigi was no stranger to casual flirting, that much was clear.

You watched the pastel-painted buildings grow sparse, the Beachy aesthetic fading from the architecture the further you strayed from the coast. No more boardwalks, no more ice cream parlors, and no more individually decorated doors with seashell wreaths.

You plugged your charger into your phone, ensuring you’d have enough charge for the duration of the trip. In the meantime, you decided to play some music from your playlist to drown out the luggage sounds.

Luigi’s love for open windows proved to be rather calming. The whistling wind cascaded through your veins and teased your scalp while Wallows began to sing about being ���uncomfortable but not uncomfortable.”

A shared sigh fell from you and Luigi. Your muscles relaxed, the air was free of fish and salt, and the mellow waves from the radio crashed over your ears like seafoam.

You could hear the quiet humming from Luigi as he slowly bobbed his head to the not-so-heavy bass of Wallows. Clearly, he loved indie alternative.

You spent four hours talking and listening to the music, bouncing back and forth between endless banter, philosophical questions, and your plans. The amount of chatter between you two would have scared off an agitated introvert hours ago.

“Hold on, we’re coming up on a gas station…I wanna fill the tank before we keep going,” he rasped, turning into the rest stop and gas station. “Then we can get water and something from the store.” 

“Bet.”

You climbed out of the car, slamming the silver door shut by pushing it with your hip. You let him pump the gas outside while you waltzed in the rather large “pit stop” hybrid, containing roughly five different concession stores. Cook Out, Starbucks, Seven-Eleven, Auntie Anne’s, and a little souvenir and travel shop.

You got a little coffee from Starbucks, purely so you could stay awake for a little longer, before toddling your way into the travel shop to pick out a neck pillow and some little charms for your car keys back home. The options were many, from pretty pink prints and white leopards to simple blue and solid black.

You knew Luigi would want to pay for the travel stuff, so you pulled your attention away from travel and focused primarily on the souvenirs. There were soft mini plushies, name tag charms, enamel pins, pretty pink West Virginia memorabilia—

“Are you looking with your hands and not your eyes?” A gruff voice gasped, immediately dropping both his hands on your shoulders and making your soul jump out of your skin.

“OH! My god…Luigi, be normal,” you sighed, clutching at your palpitating heart.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, not at all apologetic. “Hi, hon. Did you find anything?”

“I wanted to get a neck pillow and a blanket…they have Hello Kitty ones over there,” you nodded, pointing to the multitude of cheap fuzzy blankets folded on a shelf.

“Of course, you did…all evil women love Hell Kitty,” he joked, picking up one of the cheap water-resistant cameras and aiming it at you.

You scowled at him, lifting your shirt halfway over your chest to faux-flash your black and white bra.

“Hey! Absolutely not, don’t be bad!” He laughed, immediately putting the camera down.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you droned, shrill and penetrative to his ears as you dropped your shirt with a huff and a chuckle.

“That is…” he paused, his brows nearly touching his hairline as he clasped a hand over the bottom half of his face. “Let’s go get some food and things!”

You paused, a confused pout in your lip as your brows furrowed with query. He seemed to be a little stuck on that…what was that about?

“Running from me is crazy…” you chuckled, toddling behind him as he picked out some stuff. A flashlight, a plain blue neck pillow, 5 containers of five-hour energy, veggie chips…and many more snacks that only a grown man on a bulk would consume.

“Not running, I’m right here hon,” he stated, grabbing a Hello Kitty blanket from the shelf and tucking it under his arm while you grabbed the things you wanted, plus a disposable camera.

“Wow, so kind…staying put with the evil Hello Kitty woman? You’re so brave,” you teased, placing everything on the counter and letting the cashier ring everything up.

“I know, I deserve a veteran license plate. Taming cats since day one—“

“Don’t be gross.”

“My bad.”

You exited the little pit stop, Starbucks and blanket in hand while Luigi juggled about 4 grey plastic bags. As soon as you left the store, the bright sun rays beamed down on both of you and highlighted how cold the store was after adjusting to its central air.

“Thank you, dearest Luigi, you are so kind and giving in nature,” you mused, fighting back chuckles as you made your way to the silver Kia parked just a couple of feet away by a gas pump.

“It’s nothing, swear. I live in your house, it's the least I can do,” he assured, pulling open your car door after shifting all bags to his right hand.

“THANK YOU DADDY!!” You squealed, reminiscent of a flock of geese honking at a piece of bread thrown in their territory.

“Stop that!” He faux-scolded, the smile proving to be much stronger than his red-hot embarrassment.

You didn’t miss the way the apples of his cheeks went cherry red and how his eyes darted away from yours. When you were back on the road he was a lot less talkative too, like he was deep in the back of his mind.

Tends shoulders, slightly furrowed brows, pin-straight posture, clenched jaw…was he angry about your joke? Did you really take it too far—

Oh my god, he’s bricked.

You averted your eyes as quickly as they landed on the proof of the problem, thanking God immediately that he was a responsible driver who kept his eyes on the road. You smiled, impish in all its nature as you propped your ankles back up on the dash.

“That’s a bad habit you have,” Luigi pointed out, glancing at your sudden movement briefly.

“As if you don’t have bad habits of your own. I fished you from the ocean at midnight,” you quipped, raising a challenging brow at him.

“What’s up with you today?” He chuckled, narrowing his eyes at you slightly. “You’ve been on like, ten. All morning. It’s great.”

“What’s up with you? Y’got something you wanna tell me?” You smiled, turning your legs away from the front windshield and resting them right over his crotch, ignoring the awkward obstacle console.

He sucked in a sharp breath, filtering the cold air through his teeth. He shot you a glare— devoid of its usual humor and pacifism.

“I’m in the middle of driving…we crash, we die,” he reprimanded. He was serious, but there was a layer of lust underneath his words that almost dared you to keep going.

You scrambled upright in your seat, sitting on your calves and heels as you subtly frowned at him. The kind of glare a wife would give her unruly husband to let him know to knock it off.

“But what kind of friend would I be if I let you drive all pent up? Wouldn’t that fuck up your focus?” You purred, your hand now greedily palming the large bulge in his jeans.

The car swerved— a sharp curve to the left lane as a slightly pathetic sound clawed its way up from the back of Luigi’s throat.

“Oh, you fucking animal,” he spat, a grin forming on his lips that screamed danger.

Without much hesitation, he pulled over on the side of the empty and wooded road, placing the car in park. 

“Move. Get in the back, don’t act shocked!” he ordered, grabbing you by the back of your calf and tugging you to the back with him.

“Wait, I was just playing—!” You squeaked, a devilish grin on your face as he tossed you right on the leather cushioned seats.

“No you weren’t,” he dismissed, wrapping one of your legs just above his hip while your arms scrambled for something— anything — to hold.

“Stop that,” he grumbled, popping the side of your thigh as soon as you attempted to reach for his pants.

He slipped your pants down, checking the back windshield to see if anyone was passing by. He didn’t care if anyone was anyway, but the coast was still clear.

“See, you like doing shit that isn’t safe,” he mumbled, the pad of his thumb moving to attack your clit through the cotton fabric of your damp panties.

“Oh, fuck—!” You whined, trying to wiggle away from his touch even though there was nowhere to go.

“Don’t run, nah, stay right here,” he stated, letting you writhe and wriggle under him for another minute or so before growing impatient.

“Filthy fuck, getting hard frrr—! From me calling,“ she panted, her chest heaving up and down as he practically ripped her underwear off, “From me calling you Daddy…”

“Oh hush, you’re fucking your roommate,” he huffed, pulling down the cotton fabric of his sweats just enough to free himself from his charcoal grey Calvin Klein boxers. “That’s filthy.”

He lined himself up with you, splitting you open with a rather quick thrust that caused the car to jump ever so slightly. You heard something fall in the trunk, but your mind was much too focused on the tingly feeling spreading through your nerves to care.

You felt full— like a warm and heavy plank nestled between your guts and pressed against all the right places. He wasted zero time in fucking you stupid, pools of drool dribbling down your chin as your eyes crossed and rolled to the back of your head.

One hand behind your popliteal fossa, digging into the thin skin and muscle hard enough to leave dull and red crescent moons forced your knee to your chest. His right hand came to rest on the foggy window, the scent of sex and sounds of shared moans filling the empty space between your bodies and the car walls.

“Want me to crash…my BRAND new car…fuckin’ brat,” he scolded, shifting his hand from under your leg to your ankle and resting it on his shoulder. “Say you’re sorry.”

The wet, sticky, sopping noises that you generated in the back of the car had begun to rival the sound of shifting baggage. And if the grotesque sounds of intimacy didn’t cover it, your moans definitely did.

“I’m—ooh, fuck fuck fuck fuck—!” You whined, fighting the force of a nearly two-hundred-pound man and the will of god to form a coherent sentence.

“I’m— I’m sorry! Please don’t stop, Daddy!”

“Oh shit-!” He whined, feeling you flutter and pulse around his dick, his only warning of your rapidly approaching orgasm.

You painted his once grapefruit pink tip a pearly white while hot and sticky ropes of cum invaded your womb. Maybe you should have bought condoms at the pit stop.

He panted in your ear, quiet and wobbly moans sneaking their way from his lips before he suddenly froze and abruptly pulled himself off of you, covered you with a blanket, and fixed his pants. If you weren’t so completely burned out and hazy, maybe you’d conceptualize the flashing lights behind the car.

“Good afternoon, sir…you guys okay? I’m seeing a lot of movement from this car.”

“Of course, officer! Sorry, we’re on a road trip and I was getting my girlfriend situated in the back. She’s a little tired.”

It didn’t take rocket science to see. Luigi’s sparkly grin, his lack of a shirt, the foggy windows…yeah…

“Oh. I see. You two kids have a great day…but get to a hotel next time.”

“You have a nice day, officer!”

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[lavenderhateswritting]

Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

This is me kinda going further in depth on my ideas about Bruce and divorced BatDad link

There has to be something you're not understanding. At least that's what you have to keep telling yourself there has to be something here that doesn't connect that you aren't picking up on. Bruce has a biological child. A biological child who has been alive for less years than you have been married. Bruce cheated on you. Again.

The air in the cave is acrid. The boy. Damian. His name is Damian. Is speaking to Bruce. He's Talia's son because of course he's fucking Talia's son. God.

The world around you feels like its millions of miles away, muffled and unreachable to you. You should have known. Talia had known him long before you had come into the picture and had always been so much more than you could ever be. It wasn't just Talia though it was so many more than Talia and you kept telling yourself that it wasn't true because you just couldn't believe it.

Now there's no denying it. Now there's a child and now you had to make a choice because if you didn't nothing was going to change.

You must have been standing there for too long looking into space floating into a world where your marriage is happy and your husband loyal because Bruce finally walks up to you. He stands in front of you his cowl is down and his eyes have hardened hemselves. He's prepared for the coversation then great.

"You'll have to start the paperwork to get him in school." You finally say. The first thing you've said for 40 mins and for just a second you can see the confusion hits him for just a moment and then its gone. God forbid he shows you any fucking emotion.

"But you probably shouldn't do that before you acclimate him to average people." Your voice is airy like you're a second away from crying.

"And you're gonna need him to do placement tests - "

"Y/N I know you want to talk about this." He's interupting you.

"Because he's probably ahead of his grade and we - "

"Y/N please can we talk about this."

" We don't want him to take grades he doesn't need to. And I am talking about it. I'm telling you what you need to do for your child. You and Talia's child." Your breathe is starting to come out faster as you speak.

"I mean what else could there be to talk about. You, cheating on me. Again. With another woman. I mean do you even like men Bruce cause god knows you love cheating on me with women." Your hands are shaking now. It feels like you've been drenched in cold water.

"That's not important you have another child you need to take care of and unlik the others you can't fall back on me to handle the the civilian aspect." You finally look back into his eyes there's nothing there. Of course.

"Y/N please calm down we're going to talk about this, we're going to get through this, and handle this Damian situation together." He's grabbed your hands now the gloves of his suit means you can't feel him against your skin only the thick sturdy material.

"No, we aren't, you are." His eyes finally show a flash of fear like he understands what's finally happening.

"Y/N please try and be reasonable. You're in shock and I understand why, but you aren't thinking straight you just need to sleep through the night and then we can talk." His hands are griping you tighter like if he lets you go you'll run for the hills. Maybe he's right to be scared.

"Yeah I'll go to sleep and we'll talk about this later beacuse you need to go on patrol and this mission will always be more important than our fucking relationship. And then when I wake up you'll tell me it'll neve happen again and that you're sorry right. Like how you did with Selina, or Viki, or FUCKING TALIA. And then I'm goint to forgive you again and again and again because I love you, but you don't love me, do you Bruce." You hands have stopped shaking this isn't scary anymore. This is necessary for you you need to get out of this relationship or it's going to kill you.

"Of course I love you. I love you more than anything in the world you know this." He actually for once looks sad and isn't that something.

"But you don't love me enough to not cheat on me and I don't blame you. I keep forgiving you so why would you stop. Not this time though let go of me Bruce." His grip on you had gotten tighter and tighter as the conversation continued it was bordering on painful.

"If I let you go will you be here when I come home tonight." He's scared you've managed to scare Batman isn't that something.

"Don't make me lie to you. Don't make me treat you like you treat me." He flinches back like you've slapped him across the face and finally drops your arms. He probably would have perfered it if you had simply smacked him. Violence he understood. Violence was something he was good at.

"Is there anything I can say that will make you still be here when I come home." His voice hitches the smallest amount pushed down as soon as it comes up.

"No, and I think you already know that. I love you Bruce." You turn toward the staircase back up to the manor. You'll need to pack and stay in the penthouse tonight and then in the moring make a plan. You've reached the first step of your climb when Bruce finally speaks again.

"I love you Y/N I promise you I do."

There's no point in turning back so you keep going forward.

[a-design1]

honestly i'm kinda pissed off that hillary swank is melissa. i am going to be a hateful bitch right now so if you don't want to read it, skip it.

i HATE that stupid hat, i really fucking do

i hate that we are supposed to care that melissa is alive when until this season we didn't even know her name

i hate that characters we've grown to like and love (like mari and akilah) are now going to be used as sacrifices

i don't understand what this show wants me to feel for melissa because i literally don't know anything about her except her name and that she likes shauna (and i guess she likes hats¿)

the only reason i find for having her in the adult timeline is to make shauna confront her homoeroticism and i don't think that is enough for me, not when we have other characters more interesting

i read a post today that said not to take the 8 survivors seriously because sometimes the show rewrites things and i really hope that is true because i hate this now. travis is dead, nat is dead, lottie is dead, van is close to dead, then there's shauna that is interesting, misty that is interesting, tai that is interesting and then fucking melissa? whose idea was it because i would really like to have a talk about their thinking process