#it took me to long to make something for it but it’s my favorite game ever of all time

[justjiongu]

Well, it all began with this roleplay group of mine that I've known since 2018.

I'd met them on a game by the name Tokyo Ghoul: Bloody Nights that was on Roblox. Specifically in a group that'd taken up the label of Anteiku. And at the time, I hadn't even know what roleplaying was.

Hell, I hadn't even known what roleplaying was. And I didn't have much interest in making friends since I'm pretty pessimistic when it comes to that sort of thing. Well... that and because of internet safety. But I did talk to people every now and then, as well as participate in group events whenever they were hosted. Because it was fun to interact with people every now-and-then.

One of the members noticed I was pretty closed off. And so they asked me if I knew what roleplaying was. I, of course, acted as if I knew all~ about roleplaying. Even though I didn't know a thing. To which he invited me to a tokyo ghoul roleplay server that a friend of his was hosting.

Now, while I didn't know much about roleplaying. I was an avid reader. And so I took to text roleplay pretty quickly. But, uh, well it didn't go very well. Anytime I spawned in, this person with a one eyed ghoul would sprout in the same location within their kakuja and then eat me.

I didn't really care too much about it. If anything, it was just a tad irritating to constantly make ocs and then have to throw them away.

So, after that server died, that friend invited me to another server.

One where he had a whole HOST of other friends who also liked roleplaying. The pessimist I was, I expected to eventually get kicked and thus, constantly told myself not to get attached.

I wouldn't talk with these people for long.

They aren't my friends.

No one would ever want to be friends with me.

Things like that. Just... thoughts that feel more like facts rather than me putting myself down. Hell, it didn't even hurt to say it. It genuinely just felt like the truth to me at the time.

Days passed, then weeks, months, then years.

Roleplays came and went—mostly of the anime variety—and I kept cycling through names.

Haku, Nexus, Ravnier, Zalgo, Ralshier, Rolshier, Ravnier (I got real sloppy with those ones,) Techno Virus, Raze, Feralia.

But nothing really stuck. Well, aside from the name that my friends still use for me which was the main part of my roblox username at the time. Which uh... can be really problematic without the context of why they use it. Which I shan't share here.

But yeah, nothing really took until this one naruto roleplay where I was allowed to use Earth Grudge Fear. A kinjutsu used by my favorite naruto character. And I loved both so much that I'd actually spent a lot of time looking at fanfics that included the kinjutsu.

After a time, I stopped using (EGF) and settled strictly on Jiongu.

Some time later, I guess I entered a point where I'd started questioning myself and who I was. And I came to the general consensus that I am Just a person.

Regardless of my gender, sex, ethnicity or anything like that. Because those facets of me don't matter as much as they used to. And so I wanted something to reflect that little realization of mine which I thought to add to the name. The issue is that the original name would've included the uh, main part of my roblox username that my friends prefer over the rest of it. Which would've been even more problematic.

So I instead went with my ever favorite naruto kinjutsu: Jiongu.

JustJiongu.

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[starmaidengarden]

Hiiii! I just finished reading your works and it melt my heart!!! Can i ask for fluff how Heartslabyul guys spend rainy days together with s/o ;;w;;; Tyty <33

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲

— Riddle : Ace : Deuce : Cater : Trey : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. TikTok mentioned, idk what they use for TikTok. Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato.

note : wait you read all of them!!!ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ that means so much to me! I'm so glad you enjoyed them!!❤️ sorry that this took so long, I have been so busy as of late.

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Activity: Reading together under a blanket, sipping tea

Riddle takes rainy days as an opportunity to slow down. He prepares a warm cup of tea and settles in with a book. He offers to read aloud to you, his voice calm and precise. If you get sleepy and doze off, he gently places a blanket over you and keeps reading in a softer tone.

Tea and book club for two — Riddle selects a book and offers to read aloud. He pauses to explain parts he finds important or to ask your opinion. When you chime in, he listens intently, clearly pleased you're engaging with him.

Gentle conversation — With the constant pressure of dormleader, Riddle opens up more. You might hear quiet stories of his childhood, his mother’s strict teachings, or his fears about not being “good enough.” If you offer comfort, he’s flustered — but grateful.

Studying or journaling together — If you're working on something, Riddle will sit beside you and study too, just to be close. He likes the peacefulness. Sometimes he sneaks glances at you, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Raindrops tapped against the window, creating a soothing background noise. The scent of rose tea fills the air. You settle into the comfy armchair next to him, Riddle’s voice cuts through the silence, smooth and clear, as he starts reading. Each word floats around you like a warm embrace, bringing the story to life and taking you to another world. Outside, the rain keeps pouring, and you can feel your eyelids getting heavier. The combination of Riddle’s soothing narration and the rhythmic patter of the rain creates a cozy lullaby, making it easy to drift off. It doesn’t take long before your eyes start to blur over the pages.

Ace Trappola ༉⋆｡˚

Activity: Playing video game, and scrolling

Rainy days to Ace are prime slacking off the weather. Classes? Who cares. Studying? He’ll get to it later. Right now, all he wants is to spend the day wrapped up in warmth with you. He turns a rainy day into a playful challenge. He’ll break out his favorite games or cards and drag you into a marathon. He’s competitive but more interested in making you laugh—throwing jokes and playful jabs your way until you’re both laughing too hard to keep score.

Video Game Marathons — He’ll hand you a controller with a cocky smirk and trash-talk you, even if you're not very good. If you somehow manage to beat him, he’ll act dramatically betrayed and demand a rematch.

Couch Cuddling and Movie Roasts — While watching a random horror movie, he makes sarcastic comments the entire time. If you get scared, he pulls you closer and teases you about it, but it's just an excuse to hold you tight.

Card Tricks and Magic Pranks — He tries to teach you one of his sleight-of-hand tricks, but it quickly turns into a flirtation. “Oops, how did this flower end up behind your ear?” he grins, and although you roll your eyes, you secretly love it.

Snacks scattered across the coffee table, a game console blinking in sleep mode, and rain tapping against the window in a soothing rhythm, completing the soft music that floated gently through the air. The room is cluttered but it cozy. A thick blanket draped over the two of you. he scrolls through social media, laughter bubbling up unexpectedly. "This is literally you," the screen shows a meme that reminded him of inside jokes or a quirky moment you two shared. The corners of your lips curled into a smile each time, even as you rolled your eyes playfully.

Deuce Spade ༉⋆｡˚

Activity: Cooking simple comfort food together

Deuce sees the rain as a chance to practice his baking with you. He’s earnest and a bit clumsy, so expect a few spills and a lot of laughter. He’ll get super flustered if you compliment his cooking, but it makes his day.

Cooking — He’ll invite you to the kitchen and earnestly ask if you want to make some food. Every move is a learning opportunity, and Deuce might end up getting flour on his face or dropping an egg. The two of you laugh through the mishaps, but he still makes sure everything is perfect for you. He’ll turn red at the small moments of physical affection.

Simple movie date — he’ll suggest watching a movie, but no one’s really watching it. He’ll get distracted by you—the way you smile at certain scenes or curl up beside him. He might even steal little glances at you when you’re not paying attention, wondering how you got so perfect.

Chill and Cuddles (He Tries to Play It Cool)— Once you’re curled up on the couch or bed, Deuce is both awkward and incredibly sweet. He awkwardly flops down beside you, his gangly limbs seeming to tangle endearingly, yet his gentle nature radiates warmth. With a shy tilt, he looks up at you with big eyes, as if seeking permission to inch closer.

Rain pours outside, adding to the cozy atmosphere. Flour spills everywhere when Deuce, focused on mixing, accidentally knocks over the bag. It dusts the counter, the floor, and both of you. “Oh no, no, no! I didn’t mean to—” You both burst out laughing as flour clouds the air. Deuce grins mischievously and flings a handful of flour your way. “Gotcha!” he exclaims, his cheeks flushed. You smear some flour on his cheek, and soon you're in the middle of an impromptu flour fight, giggling uncontrollably. As the laughter fades, you both catch your breath, covered in flour. Deuce wipes his hands on his apron, and for a moment, you lock your eyes. His gaze softens, and he gently brushes flour off your cheek. “You look really cute like this,” he says softly, the playfulness shifting to something more intimate.

Cater Diamond ༉⋆｡˚

Activity: TikToks, selfies, and aesthetic chill

Cater goes full “rainy day” mode—candles, soft lighting, chill music playlists. You take selfies wrapped in blankets, film cute videos, and maybe try couple-themed filters.

Spa Day — Cater brings the spa experience to you with face masks, nail painting, and refreshing cucumber water. He’s all about self-care and spreading good vibes, especially when the weather is gloomy outside.

Dance Challenges — When the rain pours down, Cater turns up the music and invites you to join in on the latest dance trends or even create your own. Expect to share some silly bloopers along the way!

Rainy Day Playlist — Cater would curate a dreamy lo-fi playlist to match the rainy mood—and then he’d make one for you based on your vibe. You can listen together while watching the rain fall outside your window.

The room was bright and lively, filled with the sweet scent of lemon balm and cucumber water. Cater Diamond burst in with a grin, bringing goodies like face masks and pastel nail polish. You found yourself in a cool green mask while Cater lounged beside you. Once the music shifted to an upbeat mix, “Spa time’s done, now it’s dance break time!” Cater said as he grabbed your hand, and you both attempted the latest dance challenge, bursting into laughter as you stumbled and tripped. Flopping back onto the bed, you watched the hilarious bloopers. “We’re posting this!”

Trey Clover ༉⋆｡˚

Activity: Baking together and sharing warm snacks

Trey uses the gloomy weather to bake something delicious. He invites you to join him in the kitchen, showing you how to knead dough or decorate cookies. You end up with a tray of sweet pastries, a warm oven, and him casually brushing flour off your cheek with a smile.

Baking together — probably something seasonal, like apple tarts or lemon scones. He’s patient while you help, letting you stir, decorate, or sneak tastes of the batter.

Tea and Quiet Conversation — Trey brews a pot of tea. You both sit near the window, listening to the rain while talking softly about dreams.

Quiet Walk Under an Umbrella — If the rain isn’t too heavy, he might ask if you want to take a walk anyway—sharing an umbrella, boots splashing in puddles, the whole “romantic slice-of-life” vibe. Trey likes balance, and a bit of fresh air—even in the rain—helps clear the mind.

The scent of vanilla and butter filled the cozy kitchen as light rain pattered against the windows. You stood next to Trey, with flour dusting your fingertips. “Here,” he said with a smile, handing you a bowl of strawberry syrup. He nudged a spoon toward you, encouraging you to taste the filling. You dipped it in, savoring the sweet burst of flavor and wiping syrup from your mouth. Trey chuckled, his amber eyes sparkling. “I knew you’d love it.”

[fangirlmermaid]

You are loved

Summary: After watching the interview and seeing how exhausted he was, you had to do something.

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Warning: sad Quinn, Boobs, kinda long, lightly proofread, Grammar and punctuation mistakes.

Note: We all saw this interview, right? The one were Quinn says that they aren't worried about making him happy. Yeah, I was hysterically crying.

You rewatched that part repeatedly, feeling pieces of your heart break each time. His voice was raw, as if he had been crying before the interview. He tried to joke about people not worrying about making him happy, but you knew the truth, even if he tried to hide it.

Quinn always tried to reassure you that he’s fine and that you don’t have to worry about him, but how can you not worry? You knew you had to figure out how to lift his spirits.

After picking up dinner from Quinn’s favorite restaurant, you placed blankets onto the couch and pulled up Netflix on the TV. You threw on one of Quinn’s shirts and took off your sweatpants. You placed the food containers and utensils onto the coffee table.

You dimmed the lights, creating a calm and relaxing ambiance.

You sat on the couch watching a show when you heard the door unlock, making you turn off your show ready to smother the crap out of your boyfriend.

Quinn entered the apartment like a zombie. His tired eyes landed on you. “Hi, pup.” You smiled, walking towards him. Quinn gave you a small smile, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. “I missed you,” Quinn mumbled into the soft skin of your neck. Your fingers twirled the end of Quinn’s hair while your other hand rubbed his back.

You pulled away once you felt his shoulders relax. “Come on,” you softly take Quinn’s hand into yours.

Quinn was the first to enter the living room. “What’s the reason?” Quinn wondered, You tore off his navy blue suit jacket and threw it on the armchair. “Do I need a reason? Can’t I just do something for my amazing, hard-working, kind-hearted boyfriend? Who I’m very proud of,” You teased as you unbuttoned Quinn's Shirt, revealing his abs. Quinn gave a small smile. “Princess-”

You squint your glaring eyes at him; it was a mission of yours to show Quinn that relationships aren’t one-sided. “I think the words you’re looking for are thank you,” you whispered, throwing the shirt on top of his jacket. “Thank you, Princess,” Quinn chuckled.

Quinn stripped off his pants and shoes, leaving him in his plaid boxers. You gazed into your boyfriend's tired eyes, and another piece of your heart broke. You cupped his cheeks and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

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After cleaning up the dinner, you straddled Quinn’s lap. “What do you want to do now?” Quinn wondered, his calloused hands snuck under your (his) shirt, and rested them on your hips. You looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think. “A movie?” “What movie?” “You pick.”

Quinn tilted his head, his eyebrows knitted together. “Princess,” Quinn mumbled, looking at you suspiciously. ”It can be an action movie or whatever you’re in the mood for.” You smiled, playing with the ends of his hair. Quinn knew what you were doing. It’s not unusual for you to care for him, but it usually happens when his team loses a game.

You pressed a soft, gentle kiss on Quinn’s forehead. You gazed into his eyes. “You know I love you, right? Like out of my mind, stupidly in love with you.” You stated, noticing Quinn blushing, “Yes, I love you with all my heart.” Quinn smiled.

“And I care about making you happy.”

That’s when it clicks for Quinn, you saw that interview were he said that no one is worried about making him happy. “Princess-” “Me first.”

Quinn gave you his undivided attention, as if there’s anything that would take his attention away from you.

“pup, I know that it seems like everything sucks right now and you feel so alone, but I’m here for you. You don’t have to carry this burden by yourself. I’m here for you…I’m here.”

It was as if something washed over inside Quinn; was it relief?

“I-It’s…” Quinn’s voice cracked, and you noticed his eyes began to gloss. You knew Quinn wasn’t really big on talking about his feelings, so if crying was his way to deal with this stress, then you’re more than happy to be his shoulder to cry on.

“I know…I know. Let it out,” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Quinn shoved his face into your chest. “I-I try so hard,” “I know. Let it out.”

You felt Quinn's breathing become shaky, and it shattered your heart altogether. Your pup was giving his everything to his team. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like a circus animal.

You sat there running your fingers through the ends of his hair, repeating “it’s okay, let it out” like it’s a mantra. You place gentle kisses on the crown of his head.

Once Quinn’s sobs turned into small sniffles, you pressed all of your love into a lingering kiss to his forehead.

You cradled his jaw and gently moved his head towards your eyes as if he were made of glass. Quinn’s eyes were red and puffy, snot running down his nose. You placed soft kisses on the tears streaked on both cheeks. “I want to remind you that I’m always going to be in your corner. If you decide you want to stay with the Canucks then I’ll be at your games cheering you on the loudest. Or if you decide to join your brothers or any other team, then we will pack up our stuff and go together. Or if you decide to quit hockey, then I will have your back, okay? I will always have your back.” You reminded gazing lovingly into his sad eyes, Quinn gave you a small nod, feeling his heart swell.

He always heard stories of couples saying the exact moment when they knew they were each other's forever person. This is when Quinn knew that you were his forever person. He always had a feeling, but this moment confirmed it.

Quinn reached up towards you and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips, the kind that was so full of love.

You pulled away, “So how about that movie?” You smiled, and Quinn nodded. You were used to Quinn going nonverbal when he was upset. “Star Wars?” You suggested knowing that he loved those movies, especially Revenge of the Sith, Quinn nodded.

You noticed Quinn staring at your chest. “What is it, pup?” You asked your boyfriend, who began to tug on your (his) shirt, “Oh silly me.” You softly giggled, knowing what he wanted. You pulled off the shirt, exposing your breast, and tossed the shirt next to Quinn’s clothes.

You put on the movie, you lie down on the couch. Once you got comfortable, you opened your arms for Quinny to join you. Not needing to be told twice, he lay down on top of you, shoving his face into the valley of your breast. Quinn pulled up the blankets so you wouldn’t be cold. Quinn placed his chin on your sternum. “I love you so, so much, princess. You really do own my heart.” Quinn smiled, scattering small kisses across your chest.

You watched the movie while lightly scratching Quinn’s head. Quinn would be going back and forth, making sure both boobs know that he loves them so much. You gaze down at him, noticing his defeats and stress fading away.

[blissfulflw]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝑂ff𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑑𝑒

Pairing- Miyawaki Sakura x fem reader

Genre- Fluff

Word count- 4984

A/N: Tysm for 100 followers!! I appreciate all the support and I’ll try to keep the works coming 😋

You loved her passion for gaming—it was one of the things that drew you to her in the first place—but tonight, you couldn’t help but feel a little left out. The hours had passed quickly, and while you’d been content to watch her, a small part of you longed for her attention. The little glances she used to throw your way during streams were getting rarer these days, and you missed those moments when it was just the two of you, laughing over something silly.

With a sigh, you closed your laptop and decided it was time to do something about it. You looked over at her, her eyes locked on the screen, completely absorbed. A small, mischievous smile tugged at your lips.

You stood and grabbed a plate of her favorite cookies, freshly baked. Sakura loved sweets, and you knew these would earn you a few extra seconds of her attention. You approached her desk slowly, carefully setting the plate in front of her. She didn’t seem to notice, still focused on her gameplay.

“Babe?” you called softly, leaning against the edge of her desk.

Her fingers paused mid-motion, and she glanced over at you, giving you a quick smile before her eyes flicked back to the screen. “Mm, thanks for the cookies, but I’m in the middle of a match.”

You pouted, but didn’t give up. “I know,” you replied sweetly, “but don’t you think I deserve some attention too?”

She chuckled softly, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You always want attention, don’t you?” Her voice was light, teasing, but there was a hint of warmth in her tone. She reached out and grabbed a cookie from the plate, popping it into her mouth.

“Maybe,” you replied, crossing your arms. “I just miss you.”

Sakura’s lips curved into a smile as she took a sip from her water bottle. “I’m right here, you know,” she said with a playful wink, but her fingers were already dancing across the keyboard again, absorbed in her game.

You frowned dramatically, pulling the plate of cookies back just a bit as though to tempt her. “Well, I was hoping for some real attention, not just cookie crumbs.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately, but you could see her fighting a smile. “What do you want, babe? I’m literally in the middle of a high-stakes match right now.”

You bit your lip, feeling a spark of playfulness in your chest. “Oh, I don’t know… maybe I could do something to make you notice me?” You slowly slid into her lap, your body leaning close to hers, deliberately placing your head on her shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Sakura’s breath caught slightly, her game momentarily forgotten as she glanced down at you. Her cheeks flushed faintly, and you could see the slightest twitch at the corners of her lips as she fought to keep her focus.

“I’m not sure if this is exactly what I meant by ‘attention,’” she said, her voice teasing but soft. “But I’m listening…”

You could feel her tension easing as her hand landed gently on your head, fingers brushing through your hair. “You’re way more distracting than these cookies,” she muttered under her breath, her tone amused.

You smiled, leaning up to kiss her cheek quickly, enjoying the soft warmth of her skin. “I’m glad I can keep you on your toes.”

Sakura’s eyes flickered over to the chat briefly, catching some of the playful comments from her viewers. She gave a soft sigh, muttering under her breath, “I can’t believe you’re making me choose between you and my stream…”

“Are you going to choose the cookies?” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you rested your chin on her shoulder.

She gave you an exasperated but loving look. “I really should be playing right now…”

“But you’re not,” you interrupted, grinning. “You’re giving me all your attention, and that’s exactly what I wanted.”

Sakura sighed dramatically, her fingers giving your hair a playful tug. “I’m gonna get flamed in the chat for this.”

You laughed softly, rubbing your nose against her cheek. “It’s worth it.”

For a moment, the world outside of the screen, the streaming session, and the chat completely faded away. It was just the two of you, sharing this quiet, intimate space. Sakura’s laughter filled the room as she shifted slightly to pull you closer, her arms wrapping around your waist, and for a moment, it felt like everything was just as it should be.

She turned her head to kiss your forehead, her fingers lingering against your skin as she whispered, “Okay, okay. I’ll give you my full attention… just for a bit, though.”

You smiled, snuggling into her warmth. “That’s all I need.”

Sakura glanced at her screen, the stream still running, the chat moving faster now as her viewers picked up on the fact that something was definitely distracting her.

“Saku’s blushing???”

“Did she just get ambushed by her gf? ICONIC.”

“Let her go!! Love is more important than victory!!”

She let out a small, helpless laugh. “You guys are too observant,” she mumbled, her hand still resting on your waist as you sat comfortably in her lap.

Then, with a soft sigh and a smirk tugging at her lips, Sakura reached forward and clicked a few keys. The game paused, her character standing motionless on the screen. Then another click—her camera feed disappeared, the overlay quickly replaced with a “BRB” screen in pink pixel font.

“Wait, are you seriously—” you began, surprised.

Sakura turned her head to look at you, her expression soft but undeniably mischievous. “Yep,” she said. “I’m going offline. Just for a little while. I think someone made a very compelling case for attention.”

You blinked, warmth blooming in your chest at the gentle smile on her face. “I didn’t think you’d actually pause your stream.”

“I wouldn’t for just anyone,” she teased, then added more sincerely, “but it’s been a while since we had quiet time. And I miss you.”

Your lips curled into a smile as she closed the game completely, her fingers moving swiftly to mute her mic and turn off the stream. The chat exploded in reaction for a second before it all faded to black. You watched the screen power down, the final symbol of her focus shifting entirely to you.

“There,” she said, turning fully to face you now. “Girlfriend > Gaming.”

You let out a soft laugh and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around her neck and pressing your forehead to hers. “That’s the right answer.”

Sakura chuckled, pulling you in closer until you were nestled against her chest. Her hand moved slowly along your back, comforting and warm. “You know you can always just say something when you feel like I’m ignoring you, right?”

“I know,” you said softly. “But teasing you is more fun.”

She laughed again, the sound muffled slightly as she nuzzled into your hair. “You’re such a brat.”

“And you love it.”

“Unfortunately,” she mumbled against your temple, her voice full of fondness.

You stayed like that for a few long minutes—no background game music, no clicking keys, no fan chat. Just you and her, wrapped up in each other. The air was warm, the scent of cookies still lingering between you. Her heart was beating steadily beneath your cheek, and everything felt quiet and perfect.

Finally, Sakura sighed, a satisfied sound. “Okay. After this cuddle break… maybe we can stream together next time. Give the fans what they want and keep you happy.”

You smiled into her hoodie. “Deal. As long as I get to be player one.”

She scoffed. “Absolutely not. But I’ll let you think you are.”

You giggled, pulling her closer. “I’ll take it.”

And for the rest of the evening, the only sound filling the room was quiet laughter, soft whispers, and the occasional crunch of a shared cookie—offline, undisturbed, and exactly where you both wanted to be.

_____

Later That Week

You had no idea what possessed you to agree to this. Maybe it was the way Sakura looked at you with those soft, mischievous eyes. Or the way she held your hands in hers and said, “It’ll be fun, promise.” Either way, here you were—nervous, excited, and seated beside your impossibly gorgeous, professional streamer girlfriend as she finished setting up the stream overlay.

Sakura turned toward you with a grin, headset pushed back around her neck. “You ready, Player Two?”

“I told you I wanted to be Player One,” you muttered, arms crossed, pretending to pout.

“You’re Player One in my heart,” she said, completely deadpan, then burst into laughter when you rolled your eyes. “Okay, okay—next time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh with her, the tension easing from your shoulders. Even if this wasn’t your world, Sakura made it feel like home.

The stream countdown began. You heard her usual intro music start to play and watched the live chat begin to fill with excited messages as her fans realized something special was happening.

“IS THAT HER GIRLFRIEND???”

“WE’RE GETTING A COUPLE STREAM?? BLESSED.”

“She’s real?? Sakura isn’t dating a pillow?!”

“She’s so pretty omfg—hi girlfriend!!”

You let out a nervous laugh as Sakura leaned into the mic.

“Hey, everyone,” she said smoothly, giving the camera a small wave. “Today’s a special stream. I’ve got a very important guest—my girlfriend, who you’ve definitely heard me talk about. And yes, she’s real. And yes, she’s cuter than me. Don’t make a big deal about it.”

You blinked, surprised, then turned to her with a small grin. “Did you just say I’m cuter than you? Publicly?”

“Don’t get used to it,” she mumbled, her ears a little red, before nudging your knee with hers. “Now say hi before they explode.”

You leaned toward the mic, grinning. “Hi, everyone. I’ll try not to drag her KD too far into the ground.”

The chat exploded in a flurry of hearts, welcome messages, and over-the-top declarations of OTP love. Sakura tried to play it cool, but you saw the way her face softened when you spoke—like you were her safe space, even when she was performing for thousands.

The two of you started the game—a cozy co-op adventure with puzzles, cute characters, and just enough chaos to keep things exciting. You weren’t a pro like her, but you held your own, and your playful bickering had the chat crying laughing within minutes.

“Babe, that lever opens the door. Why are you trying to push the wall?”

“I thought it was an interactive rock!”

“It’s not Breath of the Wild—put the rock down!”

You gave her a smug smile. “You seem stressed. Maybe if you held my hand, your aim would improve.”

Sakura choked on a laugh, reaching over to intertwine your fingers with one hand, the other still on her mouse. “Fine. Emotional support mode activated.”

“I CAN’T HANDLE THIS CUTENESS.”

“They’re holding hands and gaming?? We lost.”

“I didn’t think she could get any softer.”

Eventually, after a chaotic puzzle and a near-death fall caused entirely by your curiosity, Sakura paused the game and turned toward you. Her expression was soft again—completely open.

“Okay,” she said to the camera, but her eyes were only on you. “She might be a terrible navigator, but she’s the best teammate I’ve ever had.”

You blinked at her, surprised, then gave her a warm smile that said everything without words. You leaned in and kissed her cheek, your lips brushing lightly across her skin.

“Flatter me all you want, I’m still opening every chest even if it kills us both.”

And from the way Sakura laughed—completely unbothered, completely in love—you knew she didn’t mind one bit.

The cozy co-op game had ended in laughter and high-fives, but the chat wasn’t done with you two just yet.

“Can we get them to play PvP now?? I need drama.”

“I need to see who would actually win in a fight.”

“Let the girlfriend throw hands!!”

Sakura raised a brow as she read the chat. “Wow. Okay. So now you guys want us to fight? After all that wholesome love?”

You smirked. “They want the tea. Let’s give it to them.”

She narrowed her eyes at you. “You sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart? I do this for a living.”

You sat up straighter in her chair, tossing your hair dramatically. “Please. You’re scared. Admit it.”

The chat exploded with gasps and “OHHHHH??” reactions.

Sakura placed a hand over her heart, feigning offense. “I’m being challenged in my own home… by my own girlfriend?”

You nodded solemnly. “It’s a coup.”

Without another word, she loaded up a PvP arena game—fast-paced, ridiculous, and perfect for maximum chaos. You both picked your characters and dropped into the match, and it didn’t take long before the playful trash talk escalated.

“Stop running!” Sakura called, laughing. “You’re just hiding behind cover!”

“I’m using tactics,” you replied smugly.

“You’re camping like a scared baby—!”

“Say that again, and I swear I’ll unplug your mouse.”

She cackled, glancing at the camera with a look that said, this woman’s gonna kill me and I love her for it.

But you weren’t exactly doing great. Sakura was good—ridiculously so—and you were, well… trying. The kill count was not in your favor. The chat noticed too.

“Sakura’s being brutal—justice for gf!!”

“Let her get one win, omg.”

“She’s trying so hard it’s ADORABLE.”

“Can we talk about how pretty she looks when she’s focused??”

Sakura noticed the shift in chat, and glanced sideways at you just as you let out a very dramatic, very fake pout.

“Baaaabe,” you whined, your voice soft and just a little breathy, “I haven’t won a single round…”

She blinked. You batted your lashes.

“I’d feel so much better if you just… let me win one?” you added sweetly, scooting a little closer to her with the softest, most exaggerated sad puppy expression you could manage. “Please?”

Her hand froze on the mouse. “Are you seriously using your sultry voice against me right now?”

You grinned. “Maybe…”

“Chat, did you hear that?” she said, eyes wide. “She just tried to weaponize cuteness. This is illegal.”

“NO ONE IS SAFE. SHE’S TOO POWERFUL.”

“That pout should be banned.”

“SHE’S SO PRETTY IT’S A CRIME.”

“Give her the win, Sakura. Be a good girlfriend.”

Sakura looked back at you, the corners of her lips twitching upward. She sighed—deeply, dramatically—and then you saw her hands… slow down. Suspiciously slow. Her reaction time, usually lightning quick, was suddenly just off enough that you managed to land a hit.

And another.

And another.

Your eyes narrowed. “You’re letting me win.”

“Whaaaaat? No I’m not,” she said, dragging the words out, her voice full of poorly hidden laughter.

You tackled her character in-game, knocking her flat and winning the match. The game declared your victory in flashing lights.

You turned to her with a smirk. “You totally let me win.”

Sakura leaned back in her chair, giving you the most lovesick smile imaginable. “What can I say? You ask cute enough, I lose all my strength.”

“HELP THEY’RE FLIRTING MID-MATCH.”

“Sakura’s so whipped it’s embarrassing and I love it.”

“This is no longer a PvP stream. It’s a PDA stream.”

You laughed, cheeks burning just a little as you leaned over to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Thanks for the win, baby.”

She hummed happily, her hand finding yours again under the desk. “Don’t get used to it. Next match, I’m destroying you.”

“Sure, sure,” you said, playing with her fingers. “We both know I just have to whine again.”

She shot you a mock glare. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You grinned. “I know.”

And the chat melted as the two of you queued up for the next round—still bickering, still flirting, and still every bit the chaotic, hopelessly-in-love gamer couple they’d always suspected you were.

You couldn’t believe it.

Not only had you won one round—Sakura had let that slide with a loving eye-roll—but you’d just landed your final hit in the tiebreaker match and won the entire set.

Sakura stared at the screen in disbelief. “No way,” she mumbled, blinking like her brain hadn’t caught up. “You actually—”

“I WON!” you gasped, launching up from your seat, throwing your arms into the air. “Victory is mine! Witness me!”

“OMG SHE DID IT!!!”

“OUR QUEEN!! THE UNDERDOG ARC IS COMPLETE!”

“Sakura let it happen. Look at her face.”

You spun around dramatically, pointing at her like a wrestling champion. “That’s right, Miyawaki. Who’s the champ now?”

Sakura raised a single brow at you, arms crossed, leaning back in her chair like a cocky villain who just got beat by her own apprentice. “You do realize you only won because I love you, right?”

You gasped. “Excuse me? Are you calling my skills fake?!”

“Baby, the only thing fake is the part where I accidentally walked into your ultimate.”

You clicked your tongue, stepping closer until you were right in front of her. “You’re just mad because I outplayed you.”

“Oh, I’m very mad,” she said, voice low and teasing. “So mad, in fact, that I might need to kiss the smugness off your face.”

You paused, lips curling slowly into a grin. “Then do it.”

And just like that, Sakura grabbed your hand, pulled you down slightly, and kissed you—soft and sure and so full of affection, the kind of kiss that made you forget there were still thousands of people watching.

For half a second, you didn’t care.

You kissed her back just as confidently, one hand cupping her cheek as the chat behind you erupted like fireworks.

“DID THEY JUST—??”

“WE WITNESSED HISTORY.”

“THAT WAS A CUTSCENE KISS.”

“THEY’RE IN LOVE. I’M IN LOVE. WE’RE ALL IN LOVE.”

You pulled back just enough to grin down at her. “That was a pretty good loser’s kiss.”

Sakura narrowed her eyes, cheeks pink, but clearly smitten. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it.”

“…Unfortunately.”

You both laughed, and Sakura turned back to the camera, resting her chin in her hand. “Okay, that’s enough PvP for today before this menace starts bragging in every stream.”

You waved at the chat, cheeky. “Thanks for the support, chat. I couldn’t have done it without your emotional backing and the power of sheer beauty.”

“ICONIC.”

“Wife energy.”

“Please stream together forever.”

Sakura smiled softly, then leaned into the mic. “Thanks for being cool with us sharing a little more tonight. You guys are the best. We’ll be back soon—hopefully with less competitive energy and more cooperative vibes.”

You leaned over her shoulder, still grinning. “No promises.”

And as she ended the stream, the screen fading to black, Sakura leaned back against you with a sigh, your arms naturally wrapping around her from behind.

“…You really are the worst winner,” she muttered.

You nuzzled your face into her hair. “Only for you, baby.”

She melted into your embrace with a quiet laugh. “Lucky me.”

_____

The stream had just ended, the screen gone dark, the soft hum of Sakura’s PC the only sound left in the room. The energy was different now—no audience, no chat exploding with reactions—just the warm buzz of laughter and love hanging in the air between you.

Sakura was still leaning back in her chair, one leg tucked up beneath her, arms crossed casually as she scrolled through her stream stats, but her eyes kept drifting toward you. She could feel the look on your face even before she saw it—mischief and affection swirling behind those pretty eyes of yours.

You moved without a word, slipping out of your seat and crawling into her lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. She blinked, a little caught off guard, but her arms opened automatically to welcome you in.

“Hi,” you said, small and soft, as you settled on top of her.

“Hi,” she murmured back, gaze instantly softening. “What’s this about, hmm?”

You let out a breath, burying your face into the crook of her neck and nuzzling there. “Just wanted to say thank you.”

She chuckled gently, wrapping her arms securely around your waist. “For what? Letting you win?”

You huffed into her hoodie, voice muffled. “For letting me on stream… and being soft with me… and… yeah, letting me win too,” you admitted, your voice dipping into a shy murmur.

Sakura’s hands started rubbing slow circles on your back. “You were amazing, you know,” she whispered. “Chat loved you. I loved you.”

You looked up at her with wide eyes, cheeks already pink. “You’re just saying that because I’m sitting in your lap being all—” You couldn’t even finish the sentence, you were so flustered.

“Soft? Cuddly? Obnoxiously cute?”

You groaned, pressing your face back into her neck. “Stop…”

She laughed, the sound sending vibrations through your cheek. “What? I love when you get like this. All warm and melty.”

You lifted your head slowly, gaze lidded with affection and that shy smile you only gave her in moments like this. “You make me melty…”

Sakura’s eyes darkened with fondness, and she leaned up just enough to brush her lips against yours. “Yeah?” she whispered against your mouth. “Good.”

You kissed her back—soft and slow and grateful. One kiss turned into two. Then three. You didn’t even realize how many until you were peppering them all over her face—her cheek, her jaw, the tip of her nose—between breathy, sweet giggles.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you mumbled between kisses. “You’re the best girlfriend in the world.”

“I am,” she said smugly, then ruined it by immediately turning to putty the second you kissed under her ear.

You felt her shiver beneath you, and grinned against her skin. “You like that?”

“Dangerous question,” she muttered, tightening her hold around your waist. “You’re already in my lap. Don’t test me.”

You blushed even harder, biting your lip and letting your head fall against her shoulder with a soft, bashful noise.

“There it is,” Sakura teased, whispering against your temple. “My favorite version of you—sweet, clingy, blushing like you can’t help it.”

You groaned, but your arms wrapped tighter around her, clinging like she was your gravity. “I just feel really safe with you,” you whispered.

Sakura’s teasing expression faltered, replaced by something much softer. She cupped the back of your head, cradling you close, and murmured, “Good. Because that’s all I ever want—to be your safe place.”

You didn’t say anything after that—just melted further into her, letting her rock you gently back and forth in her chair. Her lips brushed your hairline, again and again, as if reassuring herself you were really there.

And in that moment—snuggled in her lap, kissed senseless and loved deeply—you knew there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

_____

The room had fallen into a hush—lit only by the glow of Sakura’s monitors and the soft flicker of a candle you forgot you lit earlier. The game had long been closed, the stream ended, and now it was just the two of you wrapped around each other in a slow blur of comfort.

You were still curled up in her lap, head tucked beneath her chin, eyes fluttering shut as she gently traced slow lines down your spine. Her touch was steady, calming—like she could read the way your body had relaxed entirely under her.

“You’re gonna fall asleep on me like this,” she whispered, amused.

You hummed sleepily. “You say that like it’s a problem.”

Sakura laughed softly, brushing her fingers through your hair. “Not a problem. Just means I have to carry you to bed like a princess.”

You giggled, pressing a lazy kiss to her collarbone. “Mmm, can’t help it. You made me all sleepy and floaty with your love and your… gamer arms…”

“Gamer arms?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, smiling drowsily. “Strong enough to throw me over your shoulder, soft enough to cuddle me into a coma. It’s a dual-wield.”

Sakura shook her head, laughing under her breath. “You’re so far gone right now.”

You didn’t answer—just snuggled closer, your cheek resting against her chest, your hands curled gently into the fabric of her hoodie. The sound of her heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, and every time her fingers threaded through your hair, you felt another ounce of tension melt away.

After a few quiet minutes, she whispered, “You really did good tonight, you know.”

You stirred slightly, blinking up at her through sleepy lashes. “I was nervous.”

“I know,” she said gently. “But you were funny. Charming. Beautiful. The chat loved you… and I was so proud, watching you just be yourself.”

Your lips parted slightly, cheeks warming again as you dropped your gaze. “I… wanted to do good for you.”

Sakura leaned down and kissed your forehead. “You didn’t have to prove anything. Just being there with me was already more than enough.”

You bit your lip, the emotion sneaking in and making your eyes sting a little. “I’m so lucky I have you.”

She cradled your face, her thumb stroking your cheekbone. “No, baby. I’m the lucky one.”

You let out a tiny, overwhelmed noise and tucked your face into her neck again. “Stop saying things that make me melt.”

“You literally climbed into my lap and started purring,” she teased.

“Because you’re warm and soft and you smell good and you’re nice to me,” you groaned.

Sakura let out the gentlest laugh, then whispered, “Okay, come on. Let’s get you to bed, sleepy kitten.”

You clung to her for a second more, reluctant to move—but when she stood up, lifting you with surprising ease, you let yourself melt into her arms completely.

“Carry me like I’m your bride,” you murmured.

She grinned. “I already do.”

And with that, she carried you from the gaming chair, out of the soft glow of the monitors, and into the quiet comfort of your shared bedroom. She tucked you in gently, kissed your forehead once—then again—before sliding in beside you and wrapping her arms around your waist like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re not gonna let me win next time, are you?” you mumbled sleepily against her chest.

“Nope,” she said, smiling into your hair. “But I’ll still kiss you after.”

You sighed happily. “Deal.”

And with her warmth around you, her love wrapped tight like a blanket, you drifted off—content, loved, and so very, very safe.

_____

Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the bed. The soft weight of a blanket curled around your legs, and Sakura’s arm was still slung over your waist, her body pressed against yours like she hadn’t moved an inch since falling asleep.

You blinked slowly, your face still nestled against her shoulder, lips brushing the collar of her oversized shirt. Everything was still. Peaceful. You could hear the faint birdsong outside, the occasional soft inhale from Sakura, and nothing else. The world was quiet.

You shifted just slightly, and her hold on you instinctively tightened.

“Mmmph,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep, muffled into your hair. “No.”

You smiled, your fingers brushing up along her back. “No what?”

“Don’t move,” she grumbled. “You’re warm. Stay.”

You laughed softly, heart aching with how cute she was when sleepy and clingy. “You’ve trapped me, you know.”

Sakura cracked one eye open. “Good. Be my pillow forever.”

You blinked at her, heart skipping a beat from the affection in her gaze—even half-asleep, it was so clear. She looked at you like she’d dreamed about you all night. Like she couldn’t believe you were real.

You ducked your head into her chest with a shy little sigh. “You’re being too sweet. I’m gonna combust.”

“You combust every time I breathe in your direction.”

“Because I’m delicate,” you said dramatically, though your voice was barely more than a sleepy whisper. “Handle me with care.”

Sakura laughed, the sound low and scratchy in her chest, her hand lazily drawing little circles on your hip. “You’re such a brat,” she murmured fondly.

You just hummed, letting your lips graze her collarbone as you muttered, “Still your brat, though.”

There was a pause, her breath catching just a little—then her lips brushed the crown of your head, slow and lingering.

“Always.”

Neither of you said anything else for a while. You just stayed like that—wrapped up in each other, basking in the warmth and the silence. Eventually, Sakura’s hand wandered to her phone on the nightstand. She glanced at it, then back at you.

“The VOD from last night already has ten thousand comments,” she said sleepily.

Your eyes widened. “What? What are they saying?”

She smirked. “Mostly that you’re adorable and that we should stream together every day.”

You hid your face in her chest again. “Nooo…”

“Yes,” she whispered against your skin, smiling. “You’re their favorite. You’re my favorite.”

You bit your lip, letting yourself sink fully into the affection, your voice small. “I really like being yours.”

Sakura wrapped you even closer, voice barely audible. “Good. Because I’m never letting go.”

And with that, you both drifted into that soft, golden space between sleep and waking—tangled together beneath sunlit sheets, hearts beating in sync, and the quiet, blissful comfort of knowing you belonged to each other, completely.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 5/13/2025

short bc i used up ALL of my banked sick time this week 🫠 had some sort of fever or perhaps an ague.

listening

mostly bideo james soundtracks in the background at work. i put a teenytiny short little microusb charger in my pencil case for my earbuds which prevented me from crashing out last night when they died

i am really fond of this legally-not-japan region of genshin: they took some big swings re lore and gameplay here, and there are STILL some puzzles i have not got around to solving.

-

reading

our very last naiad book, Lady Be Good (a short story collection edited by Barbara Grier and Christine Cassidy, 1997). i forgor to take a pic before i left for work and this seems to be the only extant image on the entire internet. this was the book that initially caught my eye in a sea of paperbacks at a Connecticut goodwill and led to amassing a collection of mostly terrible naiad books, bc this specific version of Lady Be Good is one of my favorite songs.

the first micro-short is a three page little bit of playful fluff about the difference between lie/lay/laid. quite darling. i’ll take photos when i get home inshallah. got about halfway through the rest of them, nothing particularly standout. a lot of discovering lesbianism as a teen or elementary schooler and finding that person again as an adult. on the very extremely tame end of the erotic spectrum, very little on-page sex. will not be updating further about this one unless something is particularly good or bad. and that’s the way the fucking cookie crumbles sometimes with short story collections. sometimes there’s one that absolutely floors you in an otherwise unremarkable book, sometimes it’s just banger after banger, and sometimes unfortunately it’s just kind of nothing.

-

watching

fell out of the habit of watching movies and trying to get back in the habit of just trying shit out and bailing if it’s not good. my library’s kanopy has a ton of short film collections ive been working my way through (plus a couple that were in the same collections but too obscure for letterboxd).

none of them really grabbed me, except for Less than Human, which did some fun things with both the interview format and cameraman as silent character.

-

playing

faith in genshin restored bc 1) new girl with a silly schtick to collect materials for and 2) there is another long fussy management sim event. we are running a theme park!!! and also solving an international antiquities smuggling case. a remarkable and concerted focus on antiquities smuggling for a video game but i suppose that makes sense for a chinese developer? china has been fairly aggressive about clawing back their antiquities. plus some VERY good moments between a ship i care about.

plus a treasure compass update (i am mostly in favor of this, but it does make me want to organically explore way way less. i wish there was a toggle for types of treasure and also a way to adjust the range?). this update has me genuinely wondering if i have eyes or know how to play this game.

-

making

cleaned my house. deep cleaned my bedroom. put up better light blocking curtains behind the pretty curtains. did three loads of laundry and two loads of dishes.

[shripscapi]

The darkness always ends, Magdalene. We must remember that.

[schlozo]

Whiskey Four Epilogue 14: The Orphans from Sahara

Spoilers below cut

And then for a moment, you're back.

Back in the underbelly. Back in the cold dark of the lower levels of Sahara. Back in the dry, desiccated wastes. Back when you only ever had each other.

And you look at him and he looks at you and Christ, for a moment he looks so young. For a moment, you forget you're both forty—both forty with forty years of battle scars and forty years of mental scars and forty years worth of killing.

For a moment, the infatuation from youth returns in full force. For a moment, looking at his dark and wild and beautiful eyes, you remember why you fell in love with this man all those years ago.

Whiskey Four by John Louis

[toxictac]

You know sometimes i get an idea for a genshin impact thing after hearing something about it and i get like "oh well i could draw this"

before of course, i inetably relise i havent even remotely play or watch anything after the water region, so i just get hit with all the info at once

like i could still do so, but im so really disconected with it lol... at least i hope noelle, if she died in story i would be sad

[madlori]

On being an older fangirl

I was probably 10 years old when I first conceived of what was, looking back, fanfiction. Me and my best friend would lie in bed together on sleepovers and I'd make up stories about what happened after the end of our favorite book, "The Westing Game." She'd ask me for more stories, and I'd tell her more, inventing them as I went along. "Then what?" she'd say.

I was 14 when I went to my first convention. I had discovered Star Trek: The Next Generation. It was 1987, and my youth pastor was a huge Trekkie. He took me to a one-day crappy Creation con, but it was amazing to me. I met Nichelle Nichols. My dad showed me the Trek movies. He and I watched TNG together.

When I went to college in 1991, my dad used to videotape TNG episodes onto VHS tapes and mail them to me, so I could keep watching (I didn't have TV in my dorm room).

By the time I was a senior, we had Trek watching parties in the dorm lounge, where the TV had cable. Star Trek: Voyager had started up, and I wrote a column about it for the college newspaper. I joined a mailing list about it, with people in it that I still know today.

I got my first computer that could go online in 1995. I was on newsgroups. I discovered Doctor Who. I went to Trek conventions where we still passed around fanzines containing fic and art and smutty K/S fan creations.

Then it was Harry Potter. Then there were websites. Then there was Geocities, where we could all make our own little spots. We organized them into webrings. We talked on newsgroups and mailing lists. There were fanfic archives. Then there was fanfiction.net.

Then...there was LiveJournal. And we could interact in entirely new ways. We could form communities, and debate things, and fight over canon, and get into ship wars. On LiveJournal, I met my best friend of 22 years. I was in her wedding. She's my sister of the heart (which is what she calls me).

Then there was Tumblr. And Twitter. And now there's Discord. But it's all the same.

I am the same.

I am still that little girl who made up fanfiction in her head to entertain her best friend. I am still the one who was amazed to find communities on the internet - which was so new, so raw, so uncommodified - where others like me could meet. I found there people to meet in real life.

I am still that twentysomething going to her first major convention, being told that someone loved my fic, being asked about my writing process.

I am still that thirtysomething watching something I wrote blow up. Seeing friends from other fandoms find me in new ones, finding them there, too. Forgetting which fandom I know someone from, because I've known them for twenty years.

I still know some of the people who created those early websites, those mailing lists, those archives. I still meet people in new fandoms who say "Oh, I read your fic in [fandom] fifteen years ago!" There's no feeling quite like having someone remember something you wrote for that long. Or meeting someone whose fic meant a lot to YOU, or who you talked with on rec.arts.drwho.creative in 1997.

Aging in fandom is a gift. Being middle-aged in fandom is a joy. Having people who still read what I write and ask "Then what?" is a blessing.

It breaks my heart that so many people see it as something to be ashamed of, when it is one of my life's greatest gifts.

[jungwnies]

TIKTOK TREND WITH YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND | "we listen and we don't judge"

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ୨ৎ : synopsis : "we listen and we don't judge" trend

୨ৎ : genre : humor, angsty only if you squint ୨ৎ : tws : light teasing, SLIGHTLY suggestive for lewis and charles ୨ৎ : word count : 3255

୨ masterlist ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : race weekend !! can't believe lewis is finally breaking up with mercedes :'(

ʚ・max verstappen

you and max were sprawled on the couch after dinner, scrolling through your phone, you came across the "we listen and we don’t judge" trend and turned to max with a mischievous grin.

“max, we’re doing something,” you announced, setting your phone down.

he raised an eyebrow. “what now?”

“it’s this trend. i’ll say ‘we listen and we don’t judge,’ and you have to confess something funny or random you’ve kept from me. then it’s my turn. we go back and forth, no getting mad. deal?”

he smirked, clearly intrigued. “sounds dangerous. but alright, i’m in.”

you grinned. “okay. we listen, and we don’t judge.”

max leaned back, rubbing his chin like he was deep in thought. “alright... sometimes, when you’re not around, i watch rom-coms. and yes, i cry a little.”

your jaw dropped, and you smacked his arm lightly. “you cry? you don’t even tear up during sad movies with me!”

“no judging!” he reminded you, laughing. “your turn.”

you sighed, biting back a smile. “okay. we listen, and we don’t judge… sometimes when i say i’m folding laundry, i’m actually just lying on the bed scrolling on my phone.”

max blinked, a laugh bubbling out of him. “seriously? i knew it took you way too long to fold a few shirts!”

“no judging!” you shot back, grinning. “your turn.”

he grinned, leaning in a little. “we listen, and we don’t judge… i told you i’d stop eating stroopwafels late at night, but i have a secret stash in the garage.”

you gasped dramatically. “the garage? max!”

“you said no judging,” he said smugly. “your turn.”

you rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh. “okay. we listen, and we don’t judge… remember when your favorite hoodie ‘got lost’? i actually stole it, and it’s hidden in my closet.”

his eyes narrowed, though he couldn’t hide his grin. “so that’s where it went! i’ve been looking for it for months!”

“it’s comfy!” you defended. “last one, your turn.”

max smirked. “we listen, and we don’t judge… when i say i’m working late at the simulator, half the time i’m just watching motorsport documentaries.”

you stared at him, stunned. “max!”

he laughed, throwing an arm around you. “hey, at least i’m consistent. no judging, remember?”

“fine,” you muttered, shaking your head but smiling. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

ʚ・lewis hamilton

it was a rare, lazy afternoon at home with lewis, the two of you stretched out on the couch with no obligations for the day. you were scrolling through your phone when a trending couples game caught your attention. immediately, you knew lewis would make this hilarious.

“lewis,” you said, nudging his arm.

he turned to you, smirking. “what is it now?”

“we’re playing a game. it’s called ‘we listen and we don’t judge.’ i’ll say that, and you have to confess something funny or random you’ve been hiding. then it’s my turn. but no getting mad.”

his smirk deepened, clearly intrigued. “no getting mad? sounds like this might end in trouble.”

“just go with it,” you said, grinning. “you’re up first. we listen, and we don’t judge.”

he leaned back, tapping his chin like he was debating the perfect confession. “alright… we listen, and we don’t judge. i once borrowed your face cream, and now i’m low-key addicted to your skincare routine.”

you blinked at him, your jaw dropping. “you’re the reason i keep running out so fast?”

he grinned sheepishly. “your stuff’s top tier. what can i say?”

“unbelievable.” you shook your head, but you couldn’t stop laughing. “fine, my turn. we listen, and we don’t judge... i sometimes hide the remote under the couch cushion when you won’t stop flipping channels.”

his mouth fell open in mock shock. “that’s why i can never find it?!”

“no judging!” you reminded him, biting back a laugh.

“alright, alright,” he said, sitting up straighter. “we listen, and we don’t judge... when i say i’m texting toto, sometimes i’m actually looking at old pictures of roscoe.”

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “roscoe’s been getting all the attention while i’ve been sitting here, huh?”

“he’s my boy,” lewis said with a shrug, a proud grin on his face. “your turn.”

you smirked, thinking for a moment. “we listen, and we don’t judge... i may or may not have eaten the last slice of cake and blamed it on you forgetting it in the fridge.”

he pointed at you, his eyes wide. “you did that? i thought i was losing my mind!”

“no judging!” you said, giggling.

“fine,” he said, shaking his head but laughing. “last one. we listen, and we don’t judge... i keep your voice notes on my phone and listen to them when—”

before he could finish, you grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. “lewis!”

he was already cracking up, raising his hands in surrender. “you said no judging!”

“and you’re breaking the rules of decency!” you shot back, hitting him again as he laughed harder.

he eventually grabbed the pillow from you, pulling you into his lap. “you’re lucky i love you. even if you ate my cake.”

“you’re lucky i love you,” you teased back, resting your forehead against his. “even if roscoe gets all your attention.”

ʚ・george russell

it was one of those chill evenings at home, where neither of you had any pressing plans. george was scrolling through his phone, half paying attention to whatever was on tv, when you suddenly sat up with a mischievous grin.

“george,” you started, already giggling.

he glanced over, instantly suspicious. “what have i done now?”

“nothing… yet. but we’re playing a game,” you said. “it’s called ‘we listen and we don’t judge.’ we take turns confessing random, stupid things, and the other person can’t get mad or judge.”

he narrowed his eyes, clearly trying not to laugh. “this sounds like a trap.”

“it’s not a trap!” you promised. “come on, i’ll start. we listen, and we don’t judge… sometimes, when you’re out, i play f1 23 just so i can crash your car and watch it fly into the barriers.”

his jaw dropped. “my car?! my poor car! how could you?”

“no judging!” you reminded him, grinning. “your turn.”

he sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “alright, fine. we listen, and we don’t judge… once, when you were in the shower, i tried on your slippers, and honestly? i get why you love them so much. they’re so soft.”

you stared at him, stunned, before bursting into laughter. “you mean to tell me you’ve been walking around in my fluffy bunny slippers?”

“not walking,” he said defensively. “just… trying them on.”

“sure,” you said, still laughing. “okay, my turn. we listen, and we don’t judge… one time, i accidentally shrunk your favorite sweater in the wash and blamed it on the dryer.”

george’s eyes went wide. “that was you?! i thought i’d bulked up!”

“no judging!” you said quickly, holding back another laugh. “your turn.”

he leaned back, a mischievous grin on his face. “we listen, and we don’t judge… sometimes, when you’re asleep, i watch those weird, satisfying carpet-cleaning videos on youtube.”

you blinked at him, trying not to laugh. “you’re telling me you’re out here binge-watching carpet scrubbing at 2 a.m.?”

“they’re oddly relaxing!” he said with mock indignation. “your turn.”

you smirked. “we listen, and we don’t judge… i stole one of your racing socks once because i couldn’t find mine, and i still have it.”

“oh, so that’s why i’ve been missing one sock this whole time!” he said, pointing at you dramatically.

“you weren’t supposed to notice!”

george laughed, pulling you into his arms. “this game is wild, but now i’m going to look at my socks, slippers, and sweaters very differently. also, we’re getting you your own racing socks.”

ʚ・carlos sainz

it was one of those laid-back evenings, the two of you lounging on the couch, tiktok videos filling the quiet air between laughs. carlos had his phone propped up on the armrest, both of you scrolling through videos. when you came across one of those “we listen and we don’t judge” videos, your eyes lit up.

“we should do that,” you said, grinning at him.

carlos raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “tú y yo? (you and me?) i don’t know… are you sure you’re ready for my confessions?”

you crossed your arms and smirked. “oh, please. i bet you have nothing on me.”

“alright then,” he said, locking his phone and turning fully toward you. “we listen, and we don’t judge… sometimes, when you ask me to fix something around the house, i pretend i don’t know how so you’ll do it.”

you stared at him, wide-eyed. “carlos! you’ve been faking it?”

“no judging!” he said, smirking back at you, completely unfazed. “your turn.”

you shook your head in disbelief but couldn’t help but laugh. “fine. we listen, and we don’t judge… i once took a picture of your car keys just so i could send it to you and pretend i had your keys when i’d lost mine.”

his eyes widened. “wait, so you’ve been using my keys to trick me into thinking you didn’t lose yours?!”

“yeah, well… no judging!” you said, grinning.

carlos leaned back, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “okay, we listen, and we don’t judge… sometimes, when you get me to help you clean, i do half the work and then take a break to watch racing highlights on my phone.”

you stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. “you’re literally cleaning with one hand and watching f1 with the other?”

“isn’t that multitasking?” he said, shrugging with a teasing grin. “your turn.”

you rolled your eyes, but your lips couldn’t stop smiling. “we listen, and we don’t judge… i’ve been secretly eating your chocolate stash. and no, i don’t plan to stop.”

carlos leaned toward you, pretending to be shocked. “¿qué? (what?) you’ve been stealing my chocolate? that’s it, i’m hiding it next time!”

you giggled, shrugging innocently. “no judging!”

carlos pulled you closer, laughing softly. “alright, alright. you’ve won this round, but next time, i’m keeping my keys—and my chocolate—locked up.”

you smirked, resting your head on his shoulder. “no judgment, remember?”

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles was sitting at the piano, playing casually, while you were scrolling through tiktok. you stumbled across the "we listen and we don’t judge" trend and couldn't resist showing him.

“amour, look at this. we should try it.”

he looked up from the keys, a playful grin on his face. “what is it? another tiktok trend i’ll regret?”

you showed him the video. “it’s a confession game. we take turns sharing things we’ve kept secret, and the other person can’t judge. we listen and we don’t judge.”

he raised an eyebrow. “you know i’m already regretting this, right mon amour?”

you laughed. “don’t be dramatic. we listen and we don’t judge.”

“alright, alright,” he said, stretching. “i'll go first…we listen, and we don’t judge… i used all your shampoo in the shower once, and when i realized it was nearly empty, i just told you it was already like that, so i threw it out while i was cleaning.”

you blinked, looking surprised. “charles! and you didn't even buy more!”

charles laughed. “at least i put it in the recycling, right?”

“no judgment…i guess." you chuckled, shaking your head. "alright, your my. but i’m keeping track of this, and i'm checking how much shampoo is left every time i get in the shower!”

you take a deep breath before giving him a cheeky grin, “okay, we listen, and we don’t judge… when i told you i knew how to cook that fancy dinner, i was actually watching youtube tutorials the whole time. i burnt it twice, so i just pretended i forgot and ordered something instead.”

charles burst out laughing. “i knew it! it tasted too good to be true. so, you’ve been secretly lying to me this whole time?”

you shrugged innocently. “we listen, we don’t judge.”

he raised his hands in surrender. “fine, no judgment.”

then, he leaned in a little closer, his grin turning slightly mischievous. “okay, last one, but don’t judge, alright amour? i… sometimes fantasize about you in that dress you wore the other night… and how it’d look when you—”

“shut up, charles!” you cut him off, quickly throwing a pillow at him. “don’t say that out loud!”

charles just laughed harder, hands up in defense. “what? you said we listen and we don’t judge!”

“i didn’t say you could be that honest!” you shot back, laughing as you tried to grab the pillow back.

he grabbed it first, pulling you closer and holding you in his arms. “you’re lucky i love you, even when you’re stealing my shampoo.”

you grinned, leaning your forehead against his. “you’re lucky i love you, even when you make me blush with your terrible flirting.”

charles winked. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”

ʚ・lando norris

you and lando were sprawled on the couch, both scrolling through tiktok when you came across the “we listen and we don’t judge” trend. you smirked, nudging him.

“hey, this looks fun. we should do it,” you said.

lando glanced at the screen, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “oh, i’m so in. i’ve got a few things i’ve been meaning to get off my chest.”

you laughed, knowing this could get interesting. “alright, we listen, and we don’t judge.”

lando immediately sat up straighter, ready to spill. “okay, okay. i’ve got one. we listen, and we don’t judge… i’ve been telling you i’m really good at making spaghetti, but the truth is, i just pour sauce over it and hope for the best. i don’t actually know how to cook it properly.”

you stared at him. “wait, you’ve been lying about being a chef this whole time?”

lando shrugs, looking way too proud of himself. “hey, it works. you still like it, don’t you?”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “i don’t even know what to say to that. you’re like a pasta fraud.”

he leaned back, looking smug. “i’ve never been caught, so it’s all good.”

“alright, my turn,” you said, smirking. “we listen, and we don’t judge… i once accidentally ate all your leftover pizza and just left the box in the fridge like nothing happened. i thought you wouldn’t notice.”

lando’s eyes widened. “noooooo, you didn’t! you ate the pizza and didn’t even say anything?”

you nodded, trying not to laugh. “yep. i was hungry.”

he rubbed his temples. “this is worse than the spaghetti. at least i knew what i was doing with that!”

“hey, we don’t judge,” you shot back.

lando paused, looking like he was trying to think of something equally embarrassing to share. “alright, alright. this one’s a good one. we listen, and we don’t judge… sometimes when i’m on facetime with you, i don’t really pay attention. i just let you talk while i’m scrolling through instagram or playing games. but i’m good at pretending like i’m listening.”

you stared at him, wide-eyed. “what? no way. so all those times i thought you were listening to me, you were just—what? ignoring me?”

he winced, shrugging. “i mean, yeah. but i still love you, i promise! i’m just multitasking.”

“lando!” you threw a pillow at him. “i can’t believe you! that’s a whole new level of rude.”

he ducked, still laughing. “we listen, and we don’t judge!”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, well, i’m judging. big time.”

then you paused, smirking. “fine. one more. we listen, and we don’t judge… i once tried to sneakily eat all your chocolate bars, but i was so obvious about it that you caught me before i even finished.”

lando couldn’t help but laugh. “what?! you didn’t even hide it well?”

you shrugged. “i panicked, okay? i thought i could get away with it.”

“i can’t with you,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “you’re lucky i love you, even though you’re a snack thief and a liar.”

you grinned. “i’m lucky you love me, even though you can’t even cook spaghetti properly.”

he smirked. “you’re lucky i still cook for you, pizza thief.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

you and oscar were curled up on the sofa in your shared apartment, mindlessly scrolling through tiktok. a video popped up showcasing the "we listen and we don't judge" trend, and you nudged oscar with your elbow.

"hey, this looks fun," you said, grinning. "we should do it."

oscar, his eyes still glued to his phone, shrugged. "sure, why not?" he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "though i can't imagine having any confessions that are that scandalous."

"oh, you'd be surprised," you teased, raising an eyebrow. "everyone has secrets, oscar."

he chuckled, finally tearing his gaze away from the screen. "alright, let's do it. we listen, and we don't judge."

you took a deep breath, a mischievous glint in your eye. "okay, here goes. we listen, and we don't judge… i may have 'accidentally' shrunk your favorite mclaren hoodie in the wash. like, significantly."

oscar's eyes widened in horror. "you what?!" he exclaimed, leaping off the couch to inspect the damage. "not the hoodie with the papaya stripe! that was vintage!"

you winced, trying to hide your amusement. "it was an accident! i swear! i must have mixed up the settings on the washing machine."

he held up the shrunken garment, now more suitable for a toddler than a formula 1 driver. "y/n, this looks like something a chihuahua would wear!"

you burst out laughing. "okay, okay, i messed up. but hey, maybe it'll make a comeback as a crop top?" you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

oscar sighed, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "alright, alright. my turn. we listen, and we don't judge… i may have accidentally reversed your car into the mailbox last week."

your jaw dropped. "what?! the mailbox that's now leaning at a 45-degree angle? that was you?!"

he cringed. "yeah, about that… i was in a bit of a rush, and i may have misjudged the distance."

"misjudged the distance?" you repeated incredulously. "oscar, you're a formula 1 driver! you judge distances for a living!"

he shrugged sheepishly. "everyone makes mistakes, okay? besides, it's not like i crashed an actual race car."

you shook your head, still in disbelief. "this is unbelievable. what's next, are you going to admit you can't actually cook?"

oscar's eyes widened, and he quickly changed the subject. "okay, your turn! let's hear another confession."

you smirked, knowing you had him on the ropes. "alright, fine. we listen, and we don't judge… i may have pretended to like your favorite band just to impress you when we first started dating."

he gasped dramatically. "you mean you don't actually enjoy listening to that obscure australian rock band?"

you cringed. "okay, maybe 'enjoy' is a strong word. but i've grown to appreciate them… sort of."

oscar burst out laughing. "this is too good! i can't believe you've been faking it this whole time!"

you playfully punched his arm. "hey, at least i tried! besides, it's not like you haven't exaggerated your cooking skills."

he grinned, pulling you closer. "touché. well, i guess we're both full of surprises."

you snuggled into his side, still chuckling. "yeah, i guess we are. but hey, at least we can be honest with each other, right?"

"absolutely," he agreed, kissing your forehead. "we listen, and we don't judge… mostly."

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[cherriicou]

oh my god please write an older bf!mingyu i love ur scoups one sm 💗 (did i mention to put creampie in? did i) 👁️👁️ thank u babes mwah

hehe ofc! glad u enjoyed it mwahaha

olderbf! mingyu x college student! reader (f)

a/n; pls don’t use tinder guys… // word count; 1.2K

content; age gap, size difference, overstimulation, consensual recording, sending nudes, creampie, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, spanking, car sex, public/semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, riding, smut with the smallest amount of plot

OLDER BF!MINGYU who met you through a dating app his friend forced him to go on. he usually ignored all the young girls who sent him thirsty messages and had their bodies on display on their profile. but you were different. only cute selfies, cat pictures, and your interests were shown on your page, drawing him to get interested in you. so he messaged you first!

OLDER BF!MINGYU who noticed your like in art so he immediately suggested taking you to a museum as your first date <3 he was the sweetest man you’ve ever met. yes, he was way older than you but it made everything 10x better. he knew how to treat you well, he made you feel safe, and he even dropped so many compliments on you that day it made you squirm in your seat.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who noticed you staring at his arms every time he helped you pick up something or every time he extended his arm out to pay for your meal. his ego was boosted then, making sure to flex them every once in a while when he saw you looking. you looked so adorable, your pretty face blushing, thighs squeezing together while admiring him. he needed you.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who, at first, tries to be soft with you. you were so much smaller than him, he was almost scared he’d break you :< that was until you started playing little games. bending down when you decided to wear no panties under your dress or skirt, fingers grazing over his crotch while you had dinner. all while giving him a innocent look. oh, he was tired of playing nice with you.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who has you salivating all over your chin and tits. he’s fucking your face so roughly, your makeup is completely ruined and you have no thoughts whatsoever as he holds your face firmly with his hands. ‘fucking brat’, as he stared straight into your eyes, groaning from the tears that started to fall down. he was not afraid to show you that he was enjoying the way your mouth was taking him in so well.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who loves to overstimulate you. he knows you love it despite your whines, ‘g-gyu no more,’ as you try to push his head away from your sensitive pussy. but he just continues licking and sucking on the spot he knows drives you crazy. you don’t even realize it, but you start grinding on his mouth, feeling the smile form on his lips. ‘doesn’t seem like you want me to stop, baby.’ god, he could taste you all fucking day while having you squirm over him. lapping your juices for being such a good girl the other day while you took his cock in your mouth <3

OLDER BF!MINGYU who takes and picks you up from college; his expensive car catching the eyes of others as you happily walk to greet your boyfriend. glaring through his window to any of the young guys looking at you get into his car. oh, and his favorite thing is take your mind off the stressful day that just passed. panties shoved to the side as he plunges his fingers in and out of you while driving home. 'that's it, princess. use my fingers,' your moans and whimpers take over the entire car as you hold onto the arm that he is using to pleasure you in the passenger seat. his eyes directed towards you every once in a while to see the fucked out expression on your face. he doesn’t care if people can see the lewd scene from outside, as long as you’re taken care of!

OLDER BF!MINGYU who LOVES to fill you up. 'where you want it, baby?' sweat glistening on his forehead as he continuously rams into your sweet spot, orgasm right on edge. 'i-inside, please,' he already knows you want it in you, but he just loves hearing you say it while he's fucking you. his grip on your hips gets harder, making you squirm in both pain and pleasure. his thrusts get stronger as he finishes inside you, making sure all of it is released in your abused hole. 'fuck, look at that,' his breathless groans let out as he pulls his cock out of your sensitive cunt. he takes his phone from the bedside table, and you hear the sound of the record button as he spreads your ass out. both of your cum leaking out of your pussy so nicely. you think he's done until he uses his fingers to take as much fluid as he can to shove it right back inside your hole :3 'ah g-gyu..,' you let out. he smiles at your coos, landing a playful smack against your ass before pulling you up to kiss your lips.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who is annoyed at this stupid meeting his employees set up with him. he just nods away, eyes locked on the presentation, mind spinning faster than he could organize his thoughts. ding! he reached for his phone to find messages from you, as well as a video linked to it. 'miss you <3,' he smiles at the cute text, then opens the video to find himself growing hard and smiled swept away. it's a video of you, one hand holding the phone to show your naked body while the other hand is rubbing your clit. he turns down the volume completely before your moans can be heard in the basically quiet conference room. he's livid. you're at home, smiling at the 'seen' notification on your phone. it wasn't until time passed you started to worry, not a single message was sent back from him. you're screwed.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who has you bent over his lap, fingers messing with your pussy for what seems like hours. your ass was practically red and bruised from the amount of smacks it has taken. all while you plead, 'mm sorry gyu please,' he smiles. you think he is going to give into you fully, ready for him to put you in missionary or on all fours. but no. instead, he lays down with a cocky look on his face at your confused, needy expression. 'come sit on it, doll,' he can't be serious. he puts his hands behind his head, eyes never leaving you as your legs tremble. trying to put as much energy as you can to climb on top of him and fully sit on his cock. the pleasured look on your face almost makes him fold, he wanted to take care of you himself but you needed to learn. learn that needy girls don’t get awarded.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who almost feels bad for you. you're struggling so much to grind on dick :< the burn your thighs are feeling is insane, and he is just staring you down. 'g-gyu,' you whine while fighting for your life to continue riding him. 'hm? gonna cum, already?,' you nod, hands placed on his chest to try to help your body stabilize. your eyes meet his again and you give him the biggest pout, gasping as he finally thrusts into you once roughly, 'gonna make a mess on my cock like some needy slut?,' his hands grab onto your hips. he's being so mean but you know you'll love it later.

OLDER BF! MINGYU who thinks you've been punished enough and plants his feet flat on the bed, then immediately starts to fuck up into you. the tip of his meanly thick cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix. his hands frantically touching you all over your body, from your tits to your neck, to even putting his thumb into your mouth as you struggle to take what he's giving you. 'mm my sweet girl,' you salivate around his fingers as you feel yourself about to cum. you should take more pics often..

[rrivlet]

hi I would really like to hear the story of you getting kicked out of a museum for being a 9/11 fan

Okay, so lets set the stage here. 9/11 happens. I'm pretty young at the time, and I don't remember shit about it.

Several years pass. I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I wasn't even 10 yet. I develop an absurd obsession with Aviation Disasters. I watch a lot of Seconds from Disaster about this, eventually learning that Human Error is my least favorite cause of incidents because nothing funny happened to the plane.

However.

I learn about 9/11 in school and my first thought is "this is fuckin rad" because there was a big aviation disaster. I love that shit. I learn that this happened because it was deliberate. I then discard this information because it's no longer necessary. Queue the start of my 9/11 Simulation Era.

I use everything. Boxes, cans, whatever is stackable. A few times, I make a cardboard airplane. My parents are none the wiser because they just think I love airplanes (which is true, but only part of it). This goes on for some time.

Now, the museum I mentioned in those tags was called the "Imaginarium" or something like that. Childrens interactive museum. Lotsa fun stuff, and my family took me there often. One of the things they have here (which is, of course, my favorite exhibit) is a flight simulator cabinet.

One day, my obaachan takes me to the Imaginarium. I take my time, perusing through all the exhibits, making the big bubble, playing with the air cannon, all that jazz. All the while, I'm SUPER excited to get to the end, where the flight sim is.

The flight sim is running some version of microsoft flight simulator and is locked on a cesna of some sort. It has fully functioning foot pedals, throttle, and flight control. I eat this shit up every time for as long as whoever is taking me will let me. You probably already know the shape of this.

The space they have you fly over is like, a small city with surrounding countryside. As luck would have it, the city has two buildings of remarkably similar height next to each other. Sure, I'm piloting a cesna and not a passenger liner, but I don't care. I'm in the moment, I'm fucking crazed out of my tiny child MIND about 9/11, and I can do ANOTHER simulation. In my head, I'm the second plane. I get close enough to the ground (having played the simulator a lot, certainly enough to be familiar with the controls), and I set course, full throttle, for the Second Tower.

As I collide (and the plane bounces around because the game doesn't do exploding planes for some reason lol), I say aloud, and very audibly, "Oh my god, they hit the second tower." Or something to that effect.

It's maybe been 5 or so years since 9/11, so while it's not 100% fresh in peoples memories, it's near the surface of a lot of people's minds. The attendant at the counter not far from where I'm sitting looks at me after I say this, makes a 100% correct read on what I'm fucking doing and what's going on, looks at my obaachan and tells her in no uncertain terms that we need to leave and that "this disrespect cannot be tolerated here."

I don't go to that museum again for many many years, and when I do finally return (for a field trip or something), the flight sim is gone.

But it's okay because I pestered a great many of my caretakers (including my foster parent at one point) with my 9/11 sims, and I'd do it again in a fuckin caffeinated heartbeat.

[sirxlla]

The Child You Had Before You Started Dating Him Calls Him Daddy (Batboys)

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Dick: Dick came into your apartment with flowers in his hand which prompted Jasmin to bolt as soon as she heard the door.

"D- Da- Daddyyy." Jasmin cuddles his leg giggling. Dick laughs as well and sets the flowers down on the table before scooping her up.

"How's my sweet girl? Hmm?" Dick tickles her and she errupts in laughter which makes a smile flood your lips.

"Da- Daddy stop!" She was just squirming and giggling, happier than ever. Her favorite parts of the day were with you and with Dick.

"Okay, I'll stop." He kisses her forehead before setting her down and she runs off to go play with her today.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about that...Some of the teachers at her school started asking about her Dad and she asked them what a dad was...Once it was described to her, she said it was you....or at least thats at least how I was told it happened."

"Oh, Baby. Dont worry about it. It's no big deal and I'm happy Jazzy thinks of me like her father. I love you both and I'm honored she feels that way." He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

"I brought you flowers by the way, Sweetheart and you look amazing as always."

Jason: Aurora sat in Jason's lap as he played Fortnite watching the tv as Jason controlled the character and racked up kills.

"Kick their butts, Daddy!" She screamed which caused Jason to freeze for a second as he questioned if he heard her right. Jason continued playing the game and won. (ofc he did) You entered the room with two plates of chicken nuggets, Aurora's favorite.

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy won!" Aurora squealed in her pride over Jason winning.

"Oh, did he?" You and Jason looked both as just confused, you never told her to call him that, she did it on her own.

"Rory he's not your-" You started cause you thought Jason would be upset about it due to the confused look on his face.

"Babygirl, it's fine. If she wants to call me that then I don't mind." Jason stated with a smile.

"Princess, Go wash your hands before dinner, Okay?" Jason asked Aurora.

"Okay, Daddy!" She scrambled out of Jason's lap to the bathroom.

"I guess you're not the only one calling me Daddy now." He smirked.

"Jason!" You laughed as heat filled your cheeks, that was something neither of you really brought up but both seemed to enjoy like a guilty pleasure.

Bruce: "No! I push button!" May yelled at Bruce...She has the gall of men a hundred times larger than her, probably her taking after Bruce as far as you could tell.

"Oh, is that so Little Boss Lady?" Bruce teasingly mocked her, the same stance where her hands were on her hips, she narrowed her eyes and he narrowed his back before sticking out his tongue and making a silly face.

"You're such a Silly Billy, Daddy!" She giggles as she speaks to him, distracted from button pushing.

"Am I?" He smiled as the words came out of his mouth, of course his other kids would call him Dad time to time but knowing May felt so comfortable to do so meant the world to him.

"You wanna push the button? We can do it together?" Bruce asked with a smile and an inquisitive look as if he didnt already know the answer.

"I push button with Daddy?" She asked as she took her thumb out of her mouth.

"Yeah, we push it together." He said as he took the hand she didn't have in her mouth and pushed the button with him.

Tim: Anna had crawled into the bed after a while of her being up, like a little gremlin she jumped up and down.

"Daddy, wake up! Wake up, Daddy! I go back to school! You come me with me and Mommy! I show everyone Daddy!"

Of course he was tired from a night of long crime-fighting, as soon as he was coherent enough to realize what she was asking of him that she wanted to introduce him to everyone as her Dad he quickly got up.

"Go to Mommy, I'm gonna get dressed, Okay? Then we go back to school together, Okay?" He ruffled the little girls hair.

"You match with me?" She asked as she twirled around in her Toy Story tee dress that Tim got her a couple weeks back, he'd get her the moon if she asked.

"Of course, I'll match with you." Tim's closet was full of graphic tees so she could just about wear anything and he could match. He slipped on a shirt that had the little green aliens on it from Toy Story, a pair of jeans and some very well loved Converse.

Tim was quick with it, he grabbed her backpack which happened to be the little green alien as well, no suprise there. That was Anna's favorite which made it Tim's favorite as well. She could convince him to like arson if she did, he was wrapped around her finger.

"Ohhhh! Daddy looks stylish!" She said with a giggle in the same tone and words he'd tell her all the time. He was her Dad through actions but hearing that word from her mouth meant the entire world to him.

"Come on, My Lil Munchkin." He put her on his hip and grabbed your hand as he guided you both to the car so you could get to the school and Anna could introduce him to everyone as her Dad.

Damian: You had started seeing Damian before you even knew you were pregnant, It was a one night stand a few nights before you met him.

He was sweet in the way he went through the whole pregnancy with you, the birth, taking care of little Enzo and everything.

Enzo was now getting old enough to talk and you dont even know who taught him it, it could be Jason playing a prank or Talia doting on the baby she saw as a grandchild, but regardless Enzo was now calling Damian 'Daddy'.

"Da- Da!" He giggled as he looked at Damian from his crib across Damian's office, his little green eyes peered into Damian's.

"I'm not your Dad, Kid." He stated to the child as he filled out paperwork, this work felt monotonous and at least the kid gave him some sort of entertainment.

"Daaaa- Daaaaa." Enzo almost giggled as he could tell he was pissing Damian off, he was a little trouble maker that's for sure.

"I'm not your Dad, You Little Shit." Damain was getting a bit annoyed, not because Enzo was saying it but because he didnt see himself as worthy or prepared enough for a child. Enzo just giggled and called out to Damian again.

"My Son." Damian whispered as he gazed down at his son sleeping in his lap, he might not be his by blood but he was sure his in temper and attitude.

"Fine." He gave in with very little pressure from the very little child. Enzo laughed as he noticed Damian give in and he reached his little arms out to Damian.

Enzo made his black heart swell, Like the Grinch's heart growing a whole size. He walked over to the little boy and picked him up out of his crib. Enzo calmed in Damian's presence, finally feeling safe and calm enough to sleep while Damian did paperwork.

Masterlist

[candybunnieholic]

I can’t believed that the fate grand order is no longer available on google play store because when I went to tried to updated the app since I wanted to to play the new event and I found out that it’s no longer available on google play store but I’m going to the spend the whole weekend with trying to figure out how I’m going to get a new data transfer code after I already used my old one when I was having issues with the game on my tablet too.

[morchilluv]

Cho Hyun-Ju headcanons

(SFW+NSFW)

A/N: This is my first time doing a headcanon for a character.. hope you lovelies like it!

SFW:

• Had trauma during her childhood, whether it was bullying or anything else. So she definitely tries her absolute best for your guys kid/children, and is always there for them. (when you get there.)

• She can easily read you like a book. Even if you try to hide it. She will always know when something’s bothering you, or/and when you’re hiding something from her.

• Secretly a hopeless romantic. That’s all I can say.

• Isn’t the type to easily express her emotions, but when it comes to you, she’s unexpectedly tender and soft spoken. And it’s easy for her to open up to you.

• If you guys met in the games, you would definitely have a deeper connection than normal couples. You truly understand each others trauma.

• Secretly likes being little spoon. But most of the time she’s too ashamed to ask for it.

• She really values honesty, loyalty and communication.

• Loves to be touchy with you when you’re alone, or with your closest group of friends. She always has to have her hand somewhere on your body.

• Would like PDA, but in small doses.

~As both of you were walking with your friends, she softly took your hand in hers. You looked up at her. She had the most genuine smile ever. Slowly and secretly falling behind from your friends, you stood on your tippy toes to give her a small peck on the lips.~

NSFW: (pre and post full transition)

Pre:

• Definitely shy and hesitant at first, but quickly learns not to be.

• Biggest munch ever.

• You have attitude? She definitely fucks it out of you. No matter how many times she has to make you cum, she won’t stop until that little attitude of yours changes. 100% has the size for it.

• Always makes sure you’re prepared and wet before any type of sex. Which means fingering and eating your pussy. Sometimes she eats you out as if you were her first meal in ages, other times she’s very clean and gentle.

• When actual love-making, she fucks you slow and soft. Definitely talks you through it.

~“You’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so well.” She breathed heavily as she slowly thrusted inside you.~

Post:

• Still a huge munch. Will always be one.

• A lot of scissoring. I repeat. A lot of scissoring. Won’t stop until both of you have come so many times your bodies are twitching.

• Scared to sit on your face even though you constantly beg for it and you’ve done it plenty of times to her. Eventually she comes around and rides your face like no other.

• Loves when you eat her out. Each time she’s surprised at how much her pussy has sensation after the surgery. Always nagging that she’s missed out on that for so long.

• 69. One of her favorite positions when not using a strap. She loves when you stop eating her out because you’re too busy moaning. But again, loves the vibration when you moan into her pussy.

~“That feel good, sweetheart?” She said with a cocky smile. Loving the fact she’s making you feel so good to the point you can’t eat her out anymore. You quickly put your mouth on her once again. Moaning into her and the vibrations sent a chill down her spine. She moaned loudly. It was now your turn to be cocky.

“That feel good, sweetheart?”~

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “YOU’RE INSANELY ADORABLE LIKE THIS”

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!seunghyun x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! slight suggestiveness

୨ৎ from myeong: ahhhh!! my first ever love. I’m so happy to be writing for him. thank you for requesting and I hope you can enjoy x

a soft sigh left your lips when you turned to look towards the smaller clock that was neatly placed on the wall, something that seunghyun just had to have for some odd reason. something about ‘it makes the room pop!’ which you never understood his artistic ways. all that mattered to you was him coming home soon from his long hours of shooting for squid game season 2. although you were insanely excited about this opportunity he had to come back into the spotlight and show off his acting skills, you missed him dearly. finding yourself going through your camera roll of all the pictures you’d taken of him mostly off guard doing whatever it was that he enjoyed doing and some of them he took of himself on your phone just so you could have them—which was your favorite. a smile tugging at your lips when you heard the familiar sound of the passcode being punched in and you knew it was him. quickly turning off your phone and tossing it to the side you lifted your body and ran towards the door where he would be coming in at, slightly jumping up and down from the excitement that was running through your veins. getting a glimpse of his tired eyes your lips formed a frown but was quickly turned upside down when he smiled at you, shyness coming over you.

“well? is my girl gonna come hug me or not?” and without another word spoken you ran into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist knowing that he would catch you and keep you safe within those strong arms you adored so much. what seunghyun loved the most about you was your caring, affectionate, and shy personality. although you two had been together for almost a year now it was something new with him every single day and that’s what kept the relationship alive and well. you both learned something new about each other and so far? his favorite? was your shyness. you kept your face hidden in the warmth of his neck while his hands stayed put on your waist. feeling him take off his shoes and walk into the living room where you just were moments before. he took a seat on the couch and leaned back against the soft cushion with a sigh, gently pulling on you to look at him.

“you know I like it when I can see your face, hm? you’re being so shy right now.. missed me?” all you did was nod but kept your arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to keep close to him as much as you could. taking in your favorite scent of his cologne and shampoo. “I missed you so much. I know you’ve been busy shooting but I can’t help but to miss you and need you here with me.” you softly whispered not even wanting to say such a thing in the first place. his deep chuckle filled the room and you whined in response knowing he was about to tease you for being such a needy girl. slowly but surely you finally lifted your head to look at him which was a mistake because once your eyes found his beautiful large ones it felt like you were stuck. couldn’t move but it was the greatest feeling. every single time you were like this and all you could feel was shyness and embarrassment come over you. seunghyun knew it and lifted a large hand to cradle your face keeping you right where he wanted you to be, “you’re insanely adorable like this.” is all he said before leaning in to press his lips against your own in a sweet but passionate kiss. your smaller hands found his warm wrists and held onto them tightly as if he would disappear once you let go. once he pulled away you went to hide your face in his neck again but he quickly stopped you from doing so and that’s when you felt his warm soft lips against your neck. you squirmed from the feeling and he kept you in place on his lap.

“stop squirming silly, you’re so cute did you know that? such a cute girl. you’re my girl. all mine and only I can make you like this.” he said in between kisses that he continued to place against your neck, which was correct—only seunghyun could make you feel this shyness. “seunghyun..” is all you could say not wanting to embarrass yourself any further and that’s all he needed to hear to stop and stare at you for a few moments wanting to take in the cuteness that he was seeing. it only made you feel more flustered and shy and he knew that, that’s why he did such a thing. looking away from him he quickly grabbed ahold of your jaw and forced you to look at him again his head shaking with a slight ‘tsk’ leaving his lips. “want to see my cute girls face. especially when you’re so flustered like this.” is all he said before pulling you into another kiss, lifting you and himself off of the couch and heading into your shared bedroom.