#meaning he didn't want to answer things either oops

[sluttyminghao]

Seventeen x Phone Sex

95 line - 96 line - 97 line - 98+99 line

♡ word count: 1.1k ♡ genre: smut - 18+ only ♡ a/n: here is the 96 line version! i hope you guys enjoy! shoutout to @bf-wonu and my friends at @svthub again for helping with this!

Junhui: This man would be insanely giggly every single time you suggest phone sex or have any conversation that leads up to it. He’s going to not be anywhere close to dominant, and may, in fact, become a little more submissive just because he doesn't know what way the conversation will end up going. Jun is going to be very whiny and tell you what to do, but he’s going to be edging himself for god knows how long because he’s addicted to your voice. Every single time you moan or whine out when your fingers touch your sensitive body, it sends a lightning bolt of want and need through his body and only makes him speed up his own hand movements. “You sound so pretty like this, wish it was me that was getting those noises out of you instead though.” I think he’s also the type to have like…a pillow he uses to fuck himself into or a fleshlight of some kind because he just needs to have his cock enveloped in something and hear your voice whilst simultaneously fucking into a fleshlight or a pillow? It would immediately send him over the edge. When he’s feeling dominant, however, i think he would definitely take action in telling you what to do, but would never tease you because he’s holding on for dear life with his own orgasm. He knows what you want and when you need it, so would get you to the edge super quickly.

Soonyoung: He’s definitely very impulsive when it comes to phone sex. You could be at home doing some work and all of a sudden he’s texting you like crazy and calling you a hundred times, and when you finally answer he’s heavily breathing and fucking himself up into his hand. Even though you can’t see him, you know exactly what’s happening and ask him what he’s been thinking about, only for him to retort back with some of the filthiest images either of you could think of. “Was thinking about how I tied you up the other day and your body looked so perfect and ready for me…and then also was thinking about that one time i made you cum so much you passed out” He would definitely also be the type to do video calls as well, and as soon as you pick up you know you’re in trouble when you see how he’s angled his phone just perfectly so that you can see every inch of him, and it gets you going immediately. Soonyoung is very “no thoughts just need to cum” and would be spouting orders for you left and right while he jacks himself off like he’s insane. He’d be telling you to strip for him, get your tits out and play with yourself until you’re both cumming, but he makes you wait until he’s about to cum so you can cum together. Immediately afterwards, he would send you photo proof of how much he came just so you know what you’re in for when he gets home.

Wonwoo: If there’s one thing everyone can agree on with Wonwoo, it’s that his deep voice would instantly have you cumming. He is definitely on the more dominant side when it comes to phone sex, he loves being able to guide you through with a stern voice, letting your whimpers and moans hit his ear in just the right way that his cock twitches. When he’s in the mood, you can tell because his voice drops at least an octave and grows raspy, which only lights the lust fire in your belly and drives you crazy. He would spill the filthiest phrases, telling you how bad he wants you and every single position he wants you in, as well as how much he wants to fill you up with his cum. He’s also definitely the type to play mind games with you, tell you that you can cum and then say things like “oh did I say you could cum? I didn't mean to, oops, now i guess you’ll have to make it up to me” or “if you didn’t cover your fingers then you didn’t fuck yourself hard enough”, and also loves using those toys you can connect to over wifi where he can control the vibrations and movements of said toy. He would make you cum so much with the toys that you grow so sensitive and he only draws it out even further for you, making you so sensitive to the slightest touches and vibrations have you moaning and clenching. His raspy voice wouldn't help either, especially so when he tells you he wishes your hand or mouth was wrapped around his cock rather than his own hand and he’d cum a lot, it’s splayed all over his thighs and abdomen and then also is wishing that you would be the one to clean it up for him. You’re just his good little whore, after all.

Jihoon: With Jihoon, it’s very common to have sex over the phone given his constant desire to want to be in the studio. He would probably have a schedule where he calls you like once or twice a week later at night, probably when he’s at his most frustrated when he’s producing or writing, and just lets his frustrations flow in the form of mutual masturbation. He wouldn’t be overly dominant or submissive, but rather just goes with how he’s feeling and how frustrated he is. If he’s been struggling for a while, he would probably go a little more dominant, and if he’s doing alright, he’d be pretty neutral. With how often you guys have sex over the phone, he would pretty much know exactly what to do and when, really has it down to a pinpoint on how well he knows you, down to your breathing patterns when you’re getting close to your orgasm. He would also be pretty easy to come undone as well, given that you can push his buttons hard enough. If he’s frustrated, you want to get him off in as little time as possible so that he can focus again. If he’s chill, then you can drag it out and edge him for a while until he finally snaps and switches to dominance. I think he’s not one to talk dirty often, and would only use it on the odd occasion where he’s feeling more dominant than normal. He’d be very careful with his wording but manages to speak fluently in dirty talk when he’s in the mood, calling you his good little slut and whore and getting you over the edge and getting you moaning which in turn, gets him to cum all over his thighs.

[zgvlt]

sending your crush a survey form hcs part 3 second years x reader (separate) -> jade, floyd

general tags: gn reader, fluff + attempt at humor, sfw, not beta read, mix of text and images (for images, alt text/image description available)

other parts in this series

character: JADE LEECH premise/trope: sending Jade the crush form... except he already knew you were planning to send him one weeks ago

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

You poor, poor unfortunate soul... Jade is always two (or even three, on occasion) steps ahead of you. It can't be helped, his perception skill is maxed out at this point, so attempting to hide things from him is quite the difficult endeavor.

The thing is, he's known for a few weeks now that you were planning to send him the form.

Yes, he could have let you know about it, or at least dropped a few hints if he was feeling a little merciful, but he chose to keep his mouth shut because, well, it seemed more fun that way.

You watched a few videos about it around him that one day, and a few days later you were typing up questions on your notes app. It was easy to put two and two together at that point.

"Hm? If there was something you were curious about, you could have just asked me," Jade laughs, "but I'll answer this form to the best of my abilities."

Just as he had his fun hiding his knowledge from you, Jade lets you have your fun too since he thinks it's cute—rather, he thinks you're being cute.

He pretends to be surprised when you send him the link, and he keeps up the act for a long, long time.

Jade mostly answers the questions in a teasing, joking manner, but you can tell that his answers aren't lies either. There's some genuineness hidden in there somewhere, though he leaves it up to you to detect it.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

He finally lets it slip that he's known all along that you were going to send him a form, that it was just a matter of "when" for him.

He lives to hear and see your reactions, they truly never fail to bring him joy.

It doesn't really matter whether you're completely flustered and aghast at the revelation, whether you admit you had a feeling he eventually figured it out, or whether you're getting embarrassed and mad at him for keeping it a secret.

It's endearing to him no matter what, so it was worth it to not spill the beans too early.

"So now that I've completed the form, aren't you going to do anything with the information I've provided?" Jade inquires. If you listen to him carefully, you'll be able to hear the anticipation in his voice. Is he poking fun at you? Partially, but he does want to see where this goes all the same. "Or would you like me to be the one to approach you this time?

character: FLOYD LEECH premise/trope: sending Jade the form so you could ask him for advice regarding your crush, Floyd. the form unfortunately falls into the hands of said crush

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

The thing is... You didn't plan on sending it to Floyd. At least, certainly not that form. It was meant for his brother, not him!

Jade said he'd give you the advice you needed and to just ask away, but finding the time (and having the privacy) to do so was difficult on both of your parts, so a form realistically seemed like a good idea at first.

After all, it's not like Floyd's going to have any interest in what looks like a regular survey for school of all things. Jade could just lie, too, if pressed about it, and Floyd would lose his interest eventually.

That was not what happened.

In Jade's defense, he really did mean to answer it, but he was smiling a little too much at the questions you chose to ask and Floyd got curious and asked about what was so interesting for him to smile like that.

Jade admits (well, he thinks about it for a second, not necessarily with reluctance but rather how to phrase it) that you sent him something funny.

Floyd is not happy, oops. That's the person he likes! What is Jade doing talking to you? What are you doing sending something funny to Jade without sending it to him, too?!

FLOYD: HEY!! What's this about? Why are you sending Jade things that you're not sending me? What gives??? FLOYD: hey FLOYD: 💢 FLOYD: 👿 FLOYD: 🤬 FLOYD: Answer my calls FLOYD: I'm going to get the reason behind this outta you

Floyd's complaining to you, spamming you through text and sending you missed calls, as if to catch you attention one way or another.

Floyd also gets Jade to send him the form. It's partially to satiate Floyd a little bit, for both Jade's sake and yours, but also because he thinks it would be fun to watch Floyd react to it in real time. He thinks it's especially fun when you eventually pick up one of his calls.

At first, he doesn't think there's a point in typing down his answers, he can just tell you everything he needs to? What's the point of answering something so lousy? But the more he thinks about it, especially with how you're repeatedly telling him that he really does not need to answer or even open it at all, the more he wants to answer.

Really, he just likes you that much that he's willing to answer something kind of weird!

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

If it's not obvious to you yet, Floyd definitely likes you back.

Actually, he tells you a few times in the call you're on with him, so much so that you may have to tell him that you get the point with how much he tells you (in various, unique ways)

He's also talking as if the two of you are already together (neither have you have actually asked, but the both of you have confessed already so...)

He's also excitedly talking about all the dates you can go on (and how he's very happy to go hangout with and go on fun and cute dates with you instead of boring stuff like... attending classes, or doing schoolwork, or chores)

It's difficult to not be affected as well. Floyd's joy is very infectious, after all!

Actually, he's so happy that he wants to celebrate your new relationship with you right this instant!

"Where are you right now, shrimpy?" Floyd asks. Even without straining your ears, you'll be able to hear the slamming of the door and the sound of his footsteps. "I'm in the mood to go on a date right now!"

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[ 1 ] Figuring out Floyd's typing style is so hard. I partially used his Valentines card for reference, very straight to the point and not particularly flowery, but added some emojis here and there and some playfulness to make it more fun. I wondered if he should have more spelling errors or type in lowercase, but I think he has auto caps on by default lol

[ 2 ] While it's not explicitly stated, there is the implication that Floyd's reader might be the prefect due to the shrimp nickname. Honestly just went with it since it's a good catch-all term for the reader, so feel free to imagine otherwise!

[ 3 ] Similarly, if you prefer a different nickname for your reader/prefect/sona/OC, I hope you're not too bothered! I know not everyone finds it cute. I'm not really fond of placeholder markings (e.g., y/n, e/c, etc.) so I used shimpy!

[rae-and-mezo]

Could you write headcanon Seb and Omi being mean at reader so they cries and run away. The boys come to them to apologize.

Sebastian and Ominis say Awful Things During a Fight

A/N: This turned out a lot more like a blurb than headcanons, oops! I liked this one, angst is fun. I'm sorry it took me so long, finals are KILLING ME!

Seb:

You're sitting in the Undercroft with an ice pack to your head. Admittedly, you shouldn't have dove into the cave without a Wiggen weld potion. But you don't regret going in, how else would you save the Merlops from dark wizards.

Luckily you got out with just a concussion, Poppy dragged you away just in time.

But Sebastian heard the news in the form of a rumor, and he didn't hesitate to run out of charms class and towards where he hoped you were.

"Mc! Oh Merlin, what did you do?" He didn't even greet you as he stormed into the cold room.

You winced, half because of the pain and half because you had hoped Seb wouldn't find out.

"Hello, Sebastian." You greeted without turning around. After all, you weren't sure you could keep from crying. Sebastian grabbed your shoulders and turned you to face him gently.

He simply shook his head in wonder as he took the ice pack and examined your head. "It looks bad."

"It's really not." Sebastian frowns at your dismissal. "Okay, well, either way, it needs to be healed. The hospital wing isn't a good idea, they'll just ask questions. I'll run and grab a wiggenweld...no, I should stay with you. Anne taught me a healing charm a few years ago, I can attempt it if you would like."

"Sebastian."

"On second thought, I shouldn't try an unknown charm on you. Is it more of an aching pain or sharp pain? I have some herbs in my bag and-"

"Sebastian." He looks up at you fiercely. Around anyone else he hides his emotions, but around you it seems they flow right from his sleeve. Is he shaking? He is, you decide, but because it's cold. At least that's better than admitting he is shaking because of the fear you caused him.

"I'm alright."

"No, you're not. Look at this lump! How did you even get it?" the uncomfortable silence told both of you that he didn't really want to know.

"It will heal Sebastian."

"You didn't answer my question."

"It doesn't matter."

"It does!" Sebastian stands up with his hands in his hair. "Merlin, it does! You do this every bloody week, go off on some quest and come back beat up. Why don't you ever ask somebody to go with you? Is it your pride? I bet it is."

Taken aback by his outburst, your eyes widen. "I just ran into an unexpected group of poachers, Sebastian I promise."

"I don't doubt it. You...you probably scouted them out, right? You're always looking for more ways to get into danger anyways. You don't trust me. That's why you don't ask me to go with you. Either you don't trust me, or you're lying." He paces a small portion of the room.

"I do trust you, Seb. I just want to protect you."

"Is that what you call it? Lying to me about where you're going and then hurting yourself?" He turns to face you and steps closer. "Let me tell you something. You're going to die out there. A slow, painful death because you're too fucking stubborn too ask for help." When you don't budge, he narrows his eyes. "Will anyone grieve? We will miss you, but we all would know it was coming. Every one of us would know, I promise. And as much as we would miss you, we wouldn't have to worry about you anymore."

Silence.

"Fuck you."

And then, you're off. A blur of tears, are you shaking? You are. No sounds but the thumping of your feet on the corridors. Your head hurts.

You couldn't comprehend what Sebastian had said, it was too painful. A fog filtered through your mind and you didn't stop to think somebody might have seen you running. Everything inside hurt.

If you were gone, it would be a burden off of everyone's back. That's what he said. It hurt so bad you clutched at your chest.

In the dungeons, you couldn't run anymore. So you collapsed into the nearest wall in a mess of sobs. Of course, he was right. Of course he was. Had he ever been wrong?

And it's three days (or really, an hour) until Sebastian comes and finds you. He has tears running down his face too.

"Mc!"

"Fuck off."

You might agree with him, but you don't want to see him. He sits down opposite of you, and he's still shaking.

"I shouldn't have said that."

Silence.

"I didn't mean it."

Silence.

"I swear, MC, I was just worried and-"

He stops when you turn to face him. "Sebastian. Shut up." The harsh words shock him. "You were right."

"No!" Those eyes you love so much widen. "I wasn't, don't say that! Mc, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, let alone Hogwarts. I would- no, the world would be devastated to lose you. All you were trying to do was protect us and the innocent creatures. I was terrified something happened to you, and took it out in the worst way possible. I am beyond sorry, my love."

You frown as you took in his face. Wide brown eyes, messy hair from sprinting towards you, swollen eyebags and a red neck from the near hyperventilating breaths he had been taking.

"I'm sorry too." He smiles and holds a hand out halfway too you. An invitation, maybe. "You don't need to be. How about this? I'll work on taking my anger out, and we can come up with a way for you to tell me if you're about to, you know, jump into a poacher ring."

"Sounds like a plan." You shake his hand.

Ominis

Yet again, the two of you were arguing.

It all had started a few days earlier with a letter from Ominis's parents. They had found a wife for him, a distant cousin capable of legilimency. With her powers and his Parseltoungue, they could make the ultimate heirs of Slytherin.

You wished that Ominis was able to forget things. He never had been, and never would be, but it would make your life easier. Instead, he fixated on a story his older brother had told him of one of their second cousins. Albert was his name. And he had refused to marry the bride his parents picked out. He was forced to marry her with a blade to his sisters throat and a noose around his beloved's neck.

It was probably just a tale, you told him. Maybe it was, but Ominis could never take the risk. You had spent the last few days trying to get into his head, but he prevailed. The attempts had ended in pure passive agression.

All he wanted was too keep you safe from his family, but all you had waned was him.

Here you sat, on the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night. An odd place to be sure, but it was secluded. And you could put as much distance between the two of you as you wanted.

"Are you even going to try and fight for us, Ominis?"

"try? I've been trying! I've done everything but refuse, and if I do it will kill you."

"You don't know that!"

"MC, it's not that easy. I love you too much to-"

"Love me so much you're willing to marry someone else and write me off? How is this fair to me?"

"It's not, and it's not fair to me either. But I don't have a choice." You glared at him as he swept a hand through his hair.

"like hell you dont!" You snarl. "Run away with me."

"MC, you know we can't do that. They'll find us." His look of pure heartbreak would have hurt if you weren't pissed off. "MC..."

"I don't want to talk about this right now. I don't want to talk right now." He frowned at your words. "this isn't easy for me either, MC,"

"I didn't say it was."

"Are you even trying to listen to me? Do you EVER listen to me?" Ominis runs an angry hand through his hair. "Do you listen to me MC, or do you ever listen to anybody?"

"Oh really, Ominis?" you stand. "you want to go there?"

"I swear, MC, you only care about yourself." You raised an eyebrow. "And that's why I saved hogwarts, and your ass right?"

"Just leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you."

"You don't mean that."

"Oh, but I do. I never loved you."

Logically, you knew he was under a lot of stress and trying to protect his own feelings. But emotionally, it hit you like a bullet to the chest. You take a deep breath and turn to walk away.

"You're going to run away now?"

You started running. And didn't stop until you got to the Undercroft. Sure, he could find you there, but it was far, far away from the pitch and that's all you wanted in the moment. You crumbled against the wall and cried. How could he ever say that? It kept playing in your mind, over and over.

Tears kept coming, then they came some more, and eventually you fell asleep. It was exhausting to cry, after all. And when you woke up, there was something in your hair.

A hand.

Ominis was sitting next to you, running a hand through your hair, his face pale and blank. You had never seen his eyes so devoid of emotion. Instinctively, you curled up to him, but when you remembered what he said, you jumped away.

He looked down at you with sad, sad eyes. "I'm not even going to try to apologize. I don't deserve to be forgiven. Just, please don't make this more painful than it has to be. I know you never want to talk to me again. I just wanted to say goodbye."

"Fuck off." You groaned, scotting away from him. "I don't want to speak to you."

"I know. I just wanted to apologize before leaving." He sighed, raking a hand through his unusually messy hair. "I didn't mean what I said. I love you more than I could ever put into words. I am nothing without you. I have only ever wanted to protect you, and if that means having to say goodbye, so be it."

You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head. "You, Ominis, are an Idiot. I want you. I don't want you to say goodbye to protect me. All I want is for you to fight for me. I'm not mad about you saying you didn't love me. I was, but I know you didn't mean it. I am, however, furious that you aren't giving me a chance to fight for you, and that you aren't fighting for me."

"I want too. I will send an Owl to my parents first thing in the morning to tell them I won't marry her. That they can either cast me from the family or accept it, but it's what's going to happen."

You look up at him, wide eyed at his willingness to fight for your love.

"Really?" You ask and hate that you sound rather like a small child.

"Really." He wiped your tears with his thumbs and smiled gently. "I know you aren't ready to forgive me yet, but I'm here and I'm not leaving."

[kquil]

REMUS LUPIN | 17:27 ⏤WHEN I WIN

SUM. : as an underground fighter, remus is compelled to keep you away from it all but your persistant devotion makes his resolve crumble

G. : best friend reader ; underground fighter remus ; muggle au ; modern au ; fluff ; slight angst ; longing and resistance ; there's a lot of tension here oop-

LENGTH : 0.6k

NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED

“You don’t have to do this (Y/N),” Remus comments, voice soft and gentle as he watches you with tender eyes wrapping up his hands and knuckles with gauze. 

“Just let me, Remus,” you counter in a similarly delicate tone. The act helps you cover up the scars and bruises embellishing the skin of his hands, which offers some relief, but it’s immediately taken away as soon as you remember that this was all in preparation for his next fight. After bandaging up his right hand, you don’t let go and stay exactly where you are; standing in between his thighs as he sits atop a table backstage, “...why do you have to do this, Rem?” your voice is shaking and on the verge of crumbling away for rampant sobs to push through. In an attempt to tamper it all down, you play with his large, calloused hands and trace your fingers along the veins that protrude from his scarred skin. 

“You know why…” he lifts up your chin, trying to meet your eyes but you can’t look at him. Instead he holds both of your small hands with one of his and lifts your arms up so that he could tuck his face under them and bring you closer by the waist with his free hand. He locks you in his embrace and breathes in your comforting scent, it’s warm and intimate; you smell like home. He’s so lucky you’ve stayed by his side even though you have no obligation to.  

“Remus, please,” he didn't answer. Silence follows your plea and it persists even when he suddenly moves to drop down from his perch on the table, turn with you still in his arms, pick you up by the waist to sit you down where he once was. With your positions switched, he locks you in by placing his hands on either side of your thighs and presses his face into the junction of your shoulder and neck with a deep inhale. You are all he needs before a match. You’re his good luck charm, the only thing that can bring peace to his mind and help him rise to victory. 

He just hates seeing you so upset over him. He knows you deserve better, so much better than what he can ever hope to offer you, and he should just let you go so that you aren't tied to him but Remus is addicted to your devotion. You’re the closest thing he has to a loving partner. He wants you to know how much you mean to him in the hopes of becoming something more but he’d feel too guilty if he held onto you any tighter than he already is. 

“I really appreciate you being here for me…” he rasps beside your ear before proceeding to kiss your temple, “I love you,”

“What was that?” you ask, missing the words he had muttered into your skin. You had a vague idea of what he said but didn’t want to get your hopes up, your eyes gave away your hope, however, and Remus had to pull away before he lost the reins to his resistance. If temptation was personified, it would be you. 

Nevertheless, Remus settled for gripping your waist, his thumb sneaking underneath your shirt and fondly massaging your supple skin and groaning at the unsavoury thoughts pervading his mind. 

‘She’s my best friend, she’s my best friend she’s my best friend…’ he chanted internally for his own sanity

“Remus I-” you’re cut off by a rapid knocking at the door. 

“You’re up! Get out here!”

Remus presses a lingering kiss against your cheek and steps away from you, smiling fondly at the hand you subconsciously reach out to him with, “I’ll tell you what I said when I win the match,” without another word, he’s out the door, eager to get in the ring and win the match. 

Fuck being your friend, he’s making you his lover once he’s secured his victory. Like all the underground matches he’s won before, this fight was for you.

A/N : i don't know if there are any underground fighter remus fics out there but i am obsessed

NAVI.

[hwanchaesong]

Hello ! Idk if you still take request but I wanted to ask if you could do the reaction/head canon “they’re relationships with your/them being obsessed with your boobs” but with butt ? If you’re not comfortable with it that ok :) I really love your work/writing idk how to say it (and sorry for my bad English)

n/a: heyy~ i'm sorry if this is super duper mega ultra late. school is done for now and i'll go back to writing in the mean time. i'm glad to be able to do this request! hope you like it and thank you for the support 💚

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ATEEZ and Your Butt: A Saga

Hongjoong

man is either lowkey or highkey obsessing over your ass

if it's lowkey, then he'll just stare at it. maybe lick at his lips or bite it out of... satisfaction.

he won't really touch you, but you can feel those eyes of his burning lasers at your behind

i mean, it's not his fault that gorgeous ass of yours is out on display for him to gawk at. no it's not, you're wearing a perfectly fine outfit

but c'mon, this man is so in love with you that even if you wear a sack, he'll still admire your body

neways, if it's highkey then you're in for a ride gurl

he is not, and will never be afraid to grab your goodies aka touching is on

oh? you're walking past him? he'll touch it

you're cooking for both of you? he'll touch it

you're kissing him goodbye before he leaves for work? he'll definitely touch that for good luck

he loves you to death. it's just the butt that is a bonus but hey, he ain't complaining about it

Seonghwa

he thinks he's inlove with your boobs

then one day you show up with the tightest dress you have that accentuates your hips and ass

now he's more inlove with your lower boobs lmao

he is protective over it, like 'back off all of you lowlifes, this ass is mine and mine alone' vibes

no really, the moment he woke up and welcomed the fact that he does love your booty more than your boobies was also the day when he promised to do whatever he can to guard it

he brings a jacket/hoodie to tie around your waist whenever you decide to wear skirts or shorts

he stands beside you on escalators and stairs

and glares at people who dares to lay their filthy eyes on his prize

he'll try and play it off as him being a gentleman

but seriously, it's his and will do whatever it takes to keep it safe lmao

Yeosang

when he can't stop staring at your behind, that's when he knows that he's screwed

he didn't mean to, really, but sometimes.. things just happen

for a goddamn reason

and that reason is what exactly makes him sweat out of nervousness and excitement

he's nervous because he doesn't know how to break it out to you. wanting to be honest with his new found love for you

excitement because hey, he'll get to touch it anytime and anywhere if you'd allow him to

he planned it for days, even made a whole ass speech

but of course you had to ruin it

what kind of s/o are you? wearing such pants that made your ass plumper than before

and thus, he slaps. bow.

"nice rump, babe." *cue the silence and internal screaming before he smiles awkwardly*

Yunho

he is C R A Z Y over your ass

"c'mon, sit on my lap. there are no seats available anymore honey." no there are A LOT

puppy just wants to feel it every damn time

he looks at you expectantly while tapping his thick legs

smiles happily when you oblige because, fuck it, your booty is so nice

dude is not even embarrassed whenever he touches your ass in public out of habit

"oops sorry, my hands' default place is right behind you."

he looks at your behind with so much adoration pls-

how did he get so lucky that a nice and caring s/o with a loveable ass like you came into his life?

only the heavens can answer, but he will always thank them for that sksks

San

doesn't wanna admit it at first

but then he sees you in a sexy bikini during a beach trip

and he's lost it

'my god, since when did that ass went round and huge like that?' he thinks

and his hands will unconsciously grab it, your shriek pulling him back into reality

bcs let's be real, the moment his palm felt your goodies, he fell into this world of what he likes to call "Y/N's fluffy booty"

and from then on, the game begins

he acts all shy at first, but then he'll smirk and will compliment your ramp every time

he lives for the few seconds of you getting flustered

but he lives for it more when the next day, you'll wear nothing but his shirt and flimsy panty that he can easily rip off of you

he closes his eyes and feels grateful

"what a nice day to be alive" he murmurs with a smile on his face

Mingi

he does these subtle actions

like putting his hands in the back pockets of your pants

or tapping your ass to get your attention

he thinks you won't notice it but c'mon, he's not that slick

you did feel whenever his hands groped a bit harder

you saw how predatory his eyes get whenever you bend over to pick something up

and you will use that to your advantage

so on one fine day, you decided to test his limits

putting on an expensive lingerie and taking a seductive mirror photo of you, with your ass fully on display

you sent it to him while he's in practice bc that's what we do in this house (tease the hell out of mingi)

a huge smile broke on your face when you read his reply

"i'll be home within a few minutes. don't take that off."

looks like you'll have a long, fun night

Wooyoung

now, this guy isn't afraid to admit to the world that he LOVES your ass

whenever he sees you walking, he'll yell across the room, saying how hot you are and to please sway your hips a bit more

you'll blush and get embarrassed but you won't deny him

after all, you take pleasure in seeing him smile while his dark eyes watch your behind

his hands are always, ALWAYS landing on your booty

sometimes you'll get the shock of your life when a hand slaps on your ass out of nowhere

like c'mon, you can't even bend a bit without feeling that stinging sensation after

the most important part, this dude can even list a hundred reasons on why he's so obsessed with it

"sixty eight, it's so soft on my palm. do you want me to keep going? okay. sixty nine, i love the way they jiggle during se-"

you choked him after that because for sure he won't stop talking unless physically intervened

Jongho

honestly, it started as a joke

teasing him that your ass is your best asset

and he goes along with it, looking at your butt with the most judgemental expression on

and then suddenly, in his mind, it went 'oof, yeah it is true tho, that booty is nice af'

but he says the opposite because his pride won't let him admit that sudden thought

his realization made his new hobby tho, the daily observation on your ass

he'll say a remark about it randomly

like one moment you were peacefully stretching and the next you'll hear him say "your butt looks bigger today. have you been doing squats or something?"

you'll look at him with wide eyes and he'll reply innocently, "what? that's your best asset right? naturally i'd look at it whenever i can"

you were starting to doubt him

the one night when you two were cuddling, his hands snaked down to your ass

"i love these babies of mine."

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[simplyender]

You previously mentioned that Johnathon probably had a less than ideal childhood. If you are still in the mood for headcanons, would you mind sharing your thoughts on his upbringing/childhood/adolscence? The good, the bad, whatever comes to your mind. Thank you! (I wonder if he was still roommates with Quentin Beck in the movieverse)

Thank you so much for asking!!!! Sorry about taking so long to respond, work has been exhausting for me, and I really want to give my best answer, hence why I stew over asks quite a bit, lol

ANYWAY,

• Apparently, The Spot from the comics is originally from Spokane. Yeah, I'll incorporate that one in to my personal beliefs.

• He reads to me as having come from an upper-middle-ish class family.

• Only child, but his parents were frequently busy with their jobs, and when they were around, they didn't exactly have or bother to make the time for him.

• Pretty judgemental parents in general.

• Despite that, he still spent a fair amount of time trying to prove himself worthy of their attention, a difficult task with...Mixed results, mostly leaning towards failure.

• One of my friends was once like "There was definitely a time where he wanted to show them something he made and got snapped at for bothering them.", and yeah I totally agree with that.

• Over time he became more reclusive, spent more time in his room than anywhere else. He preferred reading, learning to code, and working on his own little projects over socializing, something he wasn't all too skilled at. It wasn't like there was much to socialize with at home, anyways, considering he would either be ignored or treated like a nuisance a solid 90% of the time.

• This was a double edged sword, though, since he'd also been yelled at for "being in his room all the time" a few times.

• Was used as a scapegoat quite often.

• After a certain point he moved on to trying to get his validation through other means. High grades, impressive science projects, plans to become a scientist and making the biggest damn breakthrough ever seen, do something that will change the world forever. Because then nobody could ignore him or treat him like he's less if he managed that.

• But obviously they're not the worst in his mind because they helped pay for college, so,,,,,,

edit: actually thought about this some more and he probably got a scholarship. oops lol idk high academics.

• Saw the 1933 Invisible man at a young age and absolutely loved it, he spent a short period of time trying to figure out how to make himself invisible, and kind of wished that dr. Jack Griffin was his real dad and that also maybe he'd kill his parents, healthy and not worrying thoughts from a probably 8 year old. It's been around 25+ years since then, but he'd still get seriously embarrassed if somebody brought up his old attempts.

• Had a massive growth spurt in his early teenage years, which automatically put a target on his back for even more bullying.

• Started experimenting with his fashion and putting some more work in to his appearance close to the end of high school. Still sucked at keeping up with haircuts and remembering to shave, though.

• Was probably at his peak in college, honestly. Nicest place he's been in. Least bullying he's experienced. He even made a friend or two!

• IMO he was totally roommates with Quentin in this universe too, they were on different tracks, but all in all, they got along pretty well! John was happy to help him with with whatever he was working on, although, John mostly kept his personal stuff to himself (still appreciated the extra hand with carrying things...), or at least tried to. Whether he was listened to or not is another matter entirely. When they collaborated, they were a real dream team. Unfortunately, they kinda fell out of contact after college, so it was a pretty big surprise to John when Mysterio got caught and it was released that his old college roommate had become a supervillain.

....Which only further entrench him in the "I'm meant to be Spider-Man's nemesis" mindset, by the way.

[chuuyasheaven]

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ?~ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ,ʙᴀʙʏ.”

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; Drunk! Chuuya is horny. His sober girlfriend is gonna help him out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s); drunk!Chuuya, Fem!Reader, We ask for consent first ofc, pet names (angel, baby, darling), drunk!Chuuya is basically needy!Chuuya oops, Porn with some plot! (breeding kink if u squint hehe)

ɴᴏᴛᴇs; Feeling horny oops...anyway, enjoy my Chuuya brainrot hehe!

To your surprise, Chuuya is already home. He's on the couch, napping maybe? You don't know to be honest.

But then you noticed the wine in front of him.The bottle was empty.

You took off your shoes and walked towards him. You sat down beside him, looking if he was awake. He indeed did open his eyes just the second you sat down.

“ Oh, sorry Chuuya. I didn't mean to wake you!” you said. Meanwhile Chuuya was smiling at your presence.

“It's...it's ok, baby. I wasn't asleep, anyway. I missed you..” he said, you assumed that he was drunk from all the wine he drank. He did reek of wine a little. “Chuuya, how was your day, babe?” you asked him, Chuuya looked at the ceiling before answering.

“ Fine, i guess? It wasn't too shitty, but it wasn't so fun either. I just missed you a lot!”, you looked at him with a little smile on the face. “I missed you too, Chuuya.” you said while giving him a kiss on the cheek, Chuuya turned to you, to give you a kiss on your lips.

You would lie if you didn't taste the wine. You would say the taste was kind of intense, but that slipped your mind when Chuuyaʼs Kiss kinda got more sloppy. After letting go, he looks at you, he looked...with need and lust into your eyes.

“I...missed you, baby. I missed your touch, your smile, your angelic voice, oh fuck...” he repeated it, again, how much he missed you. Now you were growing desperate. The way, his voice got more raspy at his words..the things this man let you feel, they were incredible.

“Fuck, i need you, angel. So...bad.” Chuuya whispered against your lips as he kissed you again, with more need and hunger.

He made you even more desperate than before. Needing more of it, you climbed onto Chuuyaʼs Lap. You could feel him smiling, but also his hard dick.

This turned into a make out session, a really hot one. So hot, you started to grind on his erection. But then you remembered something, he wasn't sober. You stopped grinding. Chuuya stopped kissing you for a second to see what happened.

“ Why-...did you stop?” he asked with a pout. “Chuuya, as much i want to do that, you're not sober and i don't want to hurt you.” you said with guilt. “Baby, i want this. You're not gonna hurt me, i missed you so much lately, i need this..please.”

“ Are you really sure?” you ask again for reassurance, he looks at you with a smile. “More than anything right now. I give you my full consent.” after making sure, you continued where you stopped.

Chuuya grew more needy after each kiss. He moved onto your neck to prep some kisses there, still, he wanted more of you.

He separated from your lips to breath real quick and then tell you about his needs.

“ Oh fuck, i need you so...-so bad, baby..i want to feel you..~” he said seductively, you knew that you felt the same way. “Then let's go to the bed-” “Fuck the bedroom, let's do it here on the couch..”, thats what you ended up doing.

You took off your shirt and unclapsed your bra. Chuuya grapped one of your tits and played with your already hard nipple. His cold hand on your nipple sent you more arousal than ever. You helped Chuuya unbutton his blouse, and saw his work of art chest. You did the same as him, playing with his nipples a little with your cold hands.

He slightly moaned as a reaction, growing impatient, he takes off your undergarments to see a damp spot on your panties.

Now you changed positions, Chuuya was on top while you were under him. You let out a suprised moan, feeling his thumb press lightly against your clothed clit. Chuuya pressed slightly harder and strated caressing it a little.

“ Chuuya...- more..!~ i want m-more...” you managed to get out. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't growing more impatient by each second..he was painfully hard, too.

“More? You want me to fuck you hard, baby? Is that what you want..?” he teased. You nodded, you wanted him to fuck you dumb, you wanted him to show you how much he missed you.

“ Ngh..!~ Fuck, angel, i wanted to tease you but when you look like that..and your begging for me..F-fuck it..!” he cursed, while starting to unbuckle his belt. How can he deny you like that? When you beg so nicely, when you look all sexy and hot while you do it?

He needs you, now.

Chuuya is taking your panties off so aggressively, while he lines up at your cunt. As he enters, you both felt so much bliss. He started thrusting, low groans and slight moans leave him, while you're over here moaning how good he feels.

“Mhm...you feel so good..!~ Fuck, angel, you're so fucking tight..” he panted. You kept on moaning his name, when he suddenly sped up his rhythm slightly.

“ You see what you do to me, baby? You're so hot..f-fuck!~ keep moaning like that, and i might cum right inside you..god, i love you so much, angel..” he praised you, his dirty talk made you clench around him, making him whimper quietly.

Noticing this, Chuuya continues to praise you. “Hm? You like when i talk to you like this?,” he gripped one leg of yours to place it on his shoulder, letting him fuck you from another deep, deep angle.

“Oh fuck..! Doesn't this feel good, darling? When i fuck my cum deep into you..or when it spills out? Would you like that, angel? Hm?” he lowkey moaned,he was so attractive like this. Only a few thrusts later, and you came. “Ah! Ch-chuuya..fuck!”

“ You came already? Well, let me speed this up, baby, alright?” he said grunting.

And indeed, he did cum after a few thrusts.

Collapsing on top of you, he snuggled up on you. Not even trying to pull out, but still, he wasn't sobered up. So you didn't blame him for being this exhausted, of course. After some minutes, he pulled out. A few little strings of both of your cum mixed connected the head of his tip.

You got up to get Chuuya a glass of water. Afterwards, you got up and brought new clothes for the both of you. Since it was late, and Chuuya asleep, you brought an blanket for the both of you and this night you slept on the couch. While cuddling with each other.

You kissed Chuuya on his Forehead and said “i love you” before (trying to) drift into sleep.

Happy new years btw! Remember, AFTERCARE IS IMPORTANT. Bye y'all 💗

[wyldblunt]

It is I, the previous anon unmasked. I have questions about the Mordrem Daimhin post: what caused them to give in to Mordy :0c

(the mordrem dav post in question, since i'm answering this late!) OKAY SO.... i initially intended for this to be a quick doodle answer but then as i started chewing on it i realized to answer this question i have to talk about. basically dav's entire life story. and i'm incapable of brevity. so oops, here's an illustrated essay about daimhin's entire life story?

let's talk it out. let's start with this.

let's say you awake a valiant of the wyld hunt, entwined with another -- same day, different cycle. you wake up promptly at midnight, go straight to his pod and sit outside it. he takes his sweet fucking time, sleeping WAY in, and only finally ambles his way out a few scant seconds before daybreak, yawning.

you've seen the same things, and neither of you know what any of it means; none of the images in your entwined dreams seem to actually crystallize into a task. but you glimpse a symbol that matches one day on a banner, find out it's the emblem of the order of whispers, and know that must be where you need to go. so you start training.

he trains half as hard for twice the results. he cares half as much and gets twice the rewards. there was an assumption, when you first woke, that the two of you would stay in lockstep forever -- you must be absolutely equal, if you share a destiny -- but it doesn't hold true for even a moment.

(of course, you don't know he feels the same exact way about you; you don't know about the gnawing bitterness, the envy, that you can learn anything by trying hard enough, while he feels hopeless about anything that doesn't fall within his raw talent. he hides it well, and you never ask.)

he makes it into the order on his first try. but they don't want you.

you're devastated. he's not. "there's no time limit," he says, breezy as always. and it's not like he'd leave you behind.

but it takes two more years. two years, for you to hone yourself into something the order of whispers wants. as little as donner ever seems to care about the hunt, how can he suppress the itching it when it comes, the agitation? how can he outrun the resentment, when you're holding him in place?

you don't talk about it. you just keep your head down and work harder. the fear of his impatience morphing into contempt is a stronger motivator than anything else you've tried so far.

when you get through, you get through, and then, finally, it feels like you'll be rewarded -- because almost immediately, you run into the next symbol from your dreams. the dark and terrible thief, towering, wreathed in smoke, and FINALLY things are going right because he takes a professional interest in you immediately, mentors you, assigns you to his own personal task squad (and this, alone, is enough to make up for everything you've suffered so far). but.

holding the lightbringer's attention is difficult; pleasing him is impossible. to impress him? a complete fantasy, one you can't even daydream about for too long without hurting your own feelings.

this is when everything was meant to even out, and instead you're competing again. not just with donner, either; even with the stupid necromancer he already had, the one who can barely keep herself alive and seems to have NO formal training whatsoever.

worst of all -- as humiliating as it is to put this particular juvenile grievance into words -- he doesn't even seem to like you.

you keep your head down. you work harder. if anything, that makes it worse; the squeaky wheel gets the oil, after all, and you never make a sound.

then he replaces you.

("no, he didn't," donner insists, one night shortly after merrit's introduction, when you're complaining about it; "replacing you would be if you were kicked out of the squad. there's just a second mesmer now, that's all.")

but that's not all. you're watching.

it's not even that glyndwr is any less strict with the new mesmer, any less harsh towards her; but he's attentive. at times, he even seems concerned about her. you hear him call them his "charge," once, to one of his contacts at the vigil; he has only ever called the rest of you his "agents." the first time he slips up and calls them his son, you realize the enormity of the gap between you.

and it's incomprehensible. you have learned, quickly, that merrit is cowardly and self-absorbed. his mesmerism is disorganized, improvised, unflattering, concerned only with survival. he takes the easy way out in missions, over and over, always without hesitation and seemingly without shame; worse than that, he seems baffled by your disapproval when you confront him about it.

donner can tell how unhappy they make you. maybe that's why he's always so cruel to them. you're selfish enough not to do anything about it, to even be a little pleased by these scraps of locker room vengeance.

you keep your head down. you work harder. acceptance of your position grows around your ribs and down your throat like a strangling vine.

eventually, you're all dispatched to maguuma.

it's horrible, but so was orr. it's lonely, but so is everything else in your life. but the commander is twitchy, agitated, scattered. he jumps at shadows. he lashes out at comrades. is he thinking about what his behavior brings on all your heads, when he acts like this?

is he thinking about you when rytlock brimstone calls him a liability, and he snaps entirely?

obviously not. because after brimstone bests him and spits in the dirt, calling this outburst just another piece of evidence --

he leaves.

he leaves you here.

he leaves you to die in the fucking jungle.

("no he hasn't," merrit insists, even though she's been crying and panicking just like the rest of you. he goes on and on about how it's not fair to call it abandonment, about how it must be part of some greater plan, all that bullshit, and now even damage can't stand him and there has to be some scrap of satisfaction in that, that you're not the only one who's sick to death of the commander's precious favorite, but there isn't, there's just--)

this can't be him. this person cannot be the one who took up so much of your dream, the one who's supposed to be your destiny. unless that's all your dream was ever meant to be. can a wyld hunt be so awful? can your purpose be to die horribly, thousands of miles from home?

(until now, you have been very, very good at ignoring the call.)

(it hasn't known you well enough to tempt you.)

but... couldn't it be, that the commander's role in your story is now complete?

maybe this is exactly where you need to be. and if so, he brought you this far, safe and sound.

you can forgive him for this. after all, how could he have known...? how important it was, how vital, to bring--

[ququb444hm]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 23 / mistake ☆

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warning(s): *REPOST!!!* i didn't like the original. profanity, possible typos

“did that brat just hang up on me…?” tetsurou scoffed in disbelief, staring at his phone screen which displayed the words: call ended.

“so…” yn dragged the ‘o’ as she tried to peek over her brother’s shoulder to glance at his phone, “where’s koz? is he on his way?” 

“ugh. wouldn’t you like to know.” tetsurou swatted his sister’s face away, walking over to the bleachers so that he could put his phone in his bag.

yn followed in suit, one hand holding a clipboard against her chest and the other clicking away at a blue-inked pen. “well obviously, dipshit. that’s why i asked. i need to talk to him.”

zipping his bag closed, tetsurou turned to fully face his sister whose eyes kept switching from the gym doors to his own. “did something happen between you and kozume?” his brows subtly furrowed, trying to figure out the reason behind kozume’s avoidant behavior.

“what?” the sudden question took yn by surprise. she had not told tetsurou about the kiss, though she was tempted to at this very moment.

tetsurou let out a heavy sigh, dropping down to the bleachers. yn did the same, not sure that talking about the kiss could be the answer to whatever her brother was currently trying to decipher. “sorry, didn’t mean to sound like i’m accusing you or anything.”

“no, it’s fine.” yn put the clipboard and pen down beside her, arms propped up on her knees so that her full attention could be on her brother.

“it’s just,” tetsurou pursed his lips, unsure of whether he was overthinking the situation or not. still, if anyone were to genuinely listen to his rants about kozume, it would be his sister. “he was acting weird to me over text earlier today and then apologized?”

it was yn’s turn to furrow her brows, her head cocked to the side. “for what?”

“that’s the thing, i don’t know.” tetsurou sighed again. “like sometimes he says things i don’t get right away but when he apologized for no reason i couldn’t help but think that he did something to you. he didn’t… do anything to you right?”

“uhm well…”

tetsurou rose a brow. “well?” yn’s cheeks began warm as she thought back to when kozume had kissed her. the feeling in her heart that she felt that night began to resurface and within seconds she was unraveling the scene to her brother who listening intently. “what?! yn you have to talk to him about that! i can’t believe he actually made a move.” at his last sentence, tetsurou couldn’t help but smirk, pounding his fist to his chest, “my man! i’m so proud of him!”

yn rolled her eyes with a laugh, “okay, okay, whatever. do you think that could be why he apologized to you?”

“oh yeahh,” tetsurou hummed, deep in thought until he decided to just bring out his phone to reread the texts. “i don’t think so…he said ‘for future references’ so whatever he apologized for, i don’t think he did it yet which is what worries me. look, if anything happens, just tell me okay? i don’t want you getting hurt. i mean it, yn.” his look was stern. he was absolutely serious that if kozume made a single tear fall from either of his sister’s eyes, he would never forgive him. ever.

“i’m sure everything will be okay, tets.” yn reassured, “don’t worry so much about me.”

the moment between the kuroo siblings was rudely interrupted when a volleyball was suddenly shot at yn’s knee. “oops. sorry.” kei jogged up to the two, picking up the stray ball. “wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t slacking on the job though.”

“oh shut up. you wouldn’t have to be running here if you could actually receive the ball.” yn quipped back.

the conversation caught the attention of atsumu who was grabbing his water bottle near the three, “she got you there, four-eyes.”

kei’s eye twitched at the comment, slightly glaring at his upperclassman. “since when were you two so chummy.”

in return to the question, atsumu sarcastically gasped. his mouth agape and both hands smacked on top of his chest as if his heart had just been hit. “what are you talking about?! yn and i are literally best friends. isn’t that right, squirt?”

yn’s face churned with disgust, “oh barf. as if.”

“alright, alright.” tetsurou stood up from his seating position, turned the two players around so that they were facing the rest of the team on the court, and nudged them both to walk forward. “enough playing around. get back to practice.” mumbles of ‘whatever’ and ‘don’t touch me’ from the duo made yn laugh as she brought the clipboard and pen back in her hands, returning her attentiveness to the court.

tetsurou on the other hand was scanning the gym building for his co-captain who was currently talking to keiji, yet for some reason the setter’s attention seemed to be stuck on the team’s manager. subconscious nods to the ace’s rambling seemed to fool koutarou but not tetsurou. ‘why is keiji looking at yn like that?’ the way his eyes bore into yn without notice from her seemed to mimic kozume’s– except it was a bit different from the pure adoration and appreciation as kozume’s. keiji seemed a bit territorial. the sight began to form new clouds of worry above tetsurou’s head but he choose to let it be, ‘maybe that’s just his face…’ and called koutarou over to the bleachers.

a few minutes pass by before the missing setter finally made an appearance. “well finally!” coach ukai exclaims, eyeing kozume who passed through the gym doors. “i expect morisuke and yn to be late–”

“what the fuck.”

“yeah, yeah don’t act surprised,” keishin waved off the two’s response, continuing his talk with kozume. “but you? c’mon, get your head in the game. HA! get it,” he nudged mr. takeda who nervously laughed with him, “because- because we- we have a game coming up!”

the blond setter awkwardly smiled, “uhm yeah, sorry.” he made his way over to the rest of his teammates, careful not to make eye contact with the kuroo siblings who he swore were eyeing him like a hawk.

the team was going through their usual drills, currently practicing their spiking skills. yn was analyzing and taking notes on the current status of each member’s ability to do the specific skills on today’s agenda while tetsurou, seated next to her, was trying to come up with new game plans alongside koutarou. when they heard the gym doors open to reveal the late, disheveled blond setter, their e/c gazes followed his movements, unwavering due to unanswered questions they eagerly wished to be fulfilled.

“kozume! hi!” shoyou grinned, bouncing his way over to his friend as he just finished spiking the ball keiji set to him. “why were you late? where were you? what were you doing? did you forget about practice? oh no! were you taking a nap?”

before kozume could answer the curious sophomore, another blond cut him off. “will you shut it, short-stack?! you’re not even giving him any time to answer your questions.”

shoyou rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he glared at kei, “well at least he knows i care, mr. i’m-so-mysterious-i’m-just-gonna-stick-to-talking-to-the-voices.” 

“well maybe if you talked to them too you’d find out how less annoying they are compared to you.” kei quipped back.

“yeah okay, go back to talking to yourself,” turning his full attention to kozume, shoyou slapped his hands onto his friend’s shoulder and started to shake him violently. “i missed you! never come late ever again, kozu!”

“s–s-sh–hh-ho–y-yo! s-s-t–too-pp! s-sh–a-a-k–king-g-g! m-m-e!”

“oh, sorry.” the redhead meekly stopped his antics, allowing kozume to catch a breath before finally answering the previous questions.

“i was only a few minutes late…but i just lost track of time and maybe… yes, i almost did fall asleep.”

“after practice, you can nap!” shoyou scolded, hand on his hip and another pointing an accusing finger at the setter, “oh, also! don’t forget to talk to yn–”

“what? for what?” the immediate mention of talking to the girl who indirectly caused him to be late made his body freeze.

“for attendance, silly! you have to tell her why you were late so she can write it down remember?” after seeing kozume nod, shoyou turned once again, now bickering with kei who jabbed quick taunts back at his little squabble.

the rest of practice went on like usual, except for the awfully noticeable rigid interactions between the team's main setters. not knowing the reason behind kozume’s laconic demeanor and keiji’s stoic attitude, the co-captains decided to split the team into two groups to make the atmosphere more manageable. 

“kuroo,” tetsurou called out, motioning for his sister to join him on the court. “need you to help kou out with his side of the team, that okay?”

yn scanned the makeup of members in koutarou’s group, pinpointing the people she was more familiar with; atsumu, kei, and keiji. it’s not like she had anything against the black-haired setter. nor was it necessarily awkward between them ever since they began spending more time together during band and volleyball practices, but it was clear she would rather be on the same team as kozume, especially since she needed to talk to him about the previous night. “uhm yeah…that’s fine.” before making her way over to the ace, she looked over at kozume hoping to meet his gaze but was unsuccessful due to his back facing her. for some reason, even though they were fine this morning, ever since practice started, she began to feel that something was wrong, especially with what tetsurou told her about their texts.. her stomach began to churn, anxiety bubbling up inside her.

“hey,” it was keiji. “are you okay? you look kinda uneasy.”

yn shook her head, mumbling out a quick “i’m fine, thanks.” as she moved closer to kou to begin the remaining hours of practice.

during the breaks in between each session of skill practice, yn would try to talk to kozume, but his responses were always either too short or limited to one word. tetsurou, who was worried about his friend and the possibility of the situation somehow affecting his sister, kept a close eye on the two as well as keiji who was on the other side of the court, watching them also.

“koz, is something wrong? you seem different for some reason…” yn had followed the blond outside the building when he went to get some water at the nearby drinking fountain. jumping at the unexpected sound of her voice, kozume accidentally choked on the water, alarming yn to quickly move closer so that she could smack his back to help. “sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you. it just felt like you were avoiding me in there… so i wanted to try to talk to you alone.”  still hunched over from coughing and clearing his throat, kozume kept his eyes on the cement beneath his shoes, unable to meet the same e/c eyes he was always so drawn to. hearing no response, yn sighed, doing the only thing she thought would get the blond’s attention. she squatted down so that she would be below kozume’s head, and reached over to cup his cheek. “kozume please look at me, please?”

the desperate plea in yn’s voice made his heart sink. he didn’t want to avoid her, but maybe keiji was right. he was just the best friend. he had always been her best friend. since the second grade. “i’m sorry,” he turned his head away, rejecting yn’s soft touch. “could you… not do that?”

“excuse me?” the request caught yn by surprise, surely he didn’t mean that, right? “but you… you never had a problem with it before… how is this different from everything that’s happened before right now?”

“yn please.” it was his turn to sound desperate. he still refused to look at her, making the whole situation feel even worse for the both of them.

“please what, kozume? you were the one that kissed me remember? why are you suddenly changing your mind? why are you acting so cold towards me all of a sudden?” her voice escalated with each question that spewed out of her mouth, eyebrows furrowing deeper as seconds passed, waiting for kozume to answer her.

“it was a mistake.” his words seemed to just fall out of his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was saying. a mistake? did he really just admit to everything being a mere mistake?

mistake. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d accidentally write down a different formula in her notebook than what was on her teacher’s slideshow presentation. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d call mori milo or milo mori because their names were so similar. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d give cheese swiss instead of cheddar for a snack.

during the time she dated keiji, she never used the word mistake.

during the time she started to develop feelings for kozume, to the very moment she stood unmoving, unresponsive, and not knowing how to react to what the blond had just said, she never would have even thought to call anything between them a mistake.

but here they were. now standing parallel to each other. both not knowing how to move past what just happened.

the burning sensation beginning to sting yn’s glossy eyes seemed to mimic her crying heart. “do you really mean that?” her voice quivered.

kozume hated himself enough for his previous statement. he didn’t want to dig a knife further down their relationship. yn was someone he held dear to his heart. so why did his lips begin to part to say, “yes..”

“look me in the eyes and tell me everything we’ve been through and everything that we are is a fucking mistake, kozume.” the use of his whole name made him wince. he knew what he was doing was going to wound the both of them beyond repair but the conversation with keiji just seemed to stick to him like gum. what could he give yn that other people couldn’t? how is he special compared to everyone else? why does she even like him? …does she even like him? like sincerely, truthfully, certainly like him?

he slowly began to trail his reddening eyes up to the familiar captivating e/c irises he seemed to be even more glued to than usual. the sight before him was heartbreaking. “yn..” for a second her eyes seemed to soften at the mention of her name coming out of his mouth. the way he said it seemed so unsure. it was filled with so much uncertainty and sorrow. yn hoped he was going to stop the nonsense and just tell her why he was throwing everything away. for her, it wasn’t too late to just apologize and work everything out together. but her hopes shattered as kozume continued his sentence, “i’m sorry…that night i was tired and i wasn't thinking straight. it really was a mistake. please.. just…forget about it.”

yn instantly regretted coming outside altogether when kozume finished his sentence. “you’re full of shit, kozume.” she spat out, tears now warming her reddening cheeks, her throat gone dry as to tell her that there was nothing else her body could muster up the strength to say to the person she’d grown to cherish deeply.

part 22 side-hustling <- | masterlist | -> part 24 towels

note(s): sorry for such a late update T^T got into a little bit of writer's block n js didn't know how to continue it LOLS +none of the pictures used are mine!!

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[phanboyo]

Captain Marvel had been left on monitor duty on Saturday night. Again. He couldn't really complain, since he'd started to try going back to school his availability for JL duties had been limited a little bit on weekdays. Not that he wouldn't cut school to help out if he were called, but the JL generally tried to be pretty accommodating when it came to civilian identity stuff, even if they didn't know his. And it's not like he usually had any weekend plans as Billy, anyway. Besides, the Watchtower had better food than the stuff he could usually scrounge up himself on the weekends.

Admittedly he hadn't been paying much attention to the monitors. Most of the JL were on Earth in their respective cities doing whatever it was they usually did on Saturday nights, and though it may be irresponsible, Marvel figured they could handle things as usual.

This is how Marvel justified taking a short break to grab a snack from the cafeteria, empty save for Hal, who had microwaved a burrito and left. This is also how Marvel let his short break turn into a long break while he read through a couple of the comic books Freddy had leant him. This long break is why Marvel had completely missed the entire earth being engulfed in supernatural plants.

Staring out the large window in the monitor room at the big green ball that had been his planet, Captain Marvel dropped the blueberry muffin he had brought from the cafeteria.

"Oops."

Marvel flew to the monitors and flitted from screen to screen, trying to figure out what had happened. There were a few short calls that had come through from Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Superman, and a few others inquiring what was happening. Marvel hadn't answered because he had been in the cafeteria. "Crap, crap, crap," he muttered, "I am so going to get in trouble for this."

The timestamps showed that the calls began to peter out until stopping entirely, the last one from the Flash, a little over 40 minutes ago.

"-ny input from the Tower would be helpful, no one's answering my calls. I don't know how long I can outrun these vines, they're everywhere and they're taking pe—whoa!" There was a crackle of wind, Captain Marvel thought he heard an echoing voice saying something about "feeding the children," straight out of a horror movie. "Man, she's creepy," said Flash under his breath, "the vines are—ah!—Taking people's minds or some—" there was another crackle and the recording lapsed into silence before cutting off entirely.

Captain Marvel hit the call button to the Flash. With each ring his heart climbed higher in his throat, no answer. He called the Batman, no answer, Wonder Woman, Superman, Cyborg, Aquaman, no answer. The planet had stopped emitting signals of any kind, and it seemed that no one was receiving them either.

"Holy heck," Captain Marvel muttered, staring at the hologram of Earth, a big green ball that had gone completely dark.

"Lantern!" Marvel shouted, flying out of the monitor room. "Lantern, there's an emergency!"

The Green Lantern popped his head out of his quarters, his expression turning serious as he saw the panic on Marvel's face as he shot down the hallway. "Cap, what's happened?"

"Mind controlling plants or something?" He said quickly. "No one's answering their comms, I didn't mean to—I didn't think anything would—I just wanted a muffin!"

"What?" Lantern asked, "a muffin?"

"Okay maybe I read some comics too, but it's not even a full moon—weird stuff usually happens on fulls moons and solstices—and with the Tower so empty I didn't think anything bad would—"

"Cap!" Lantern interrupted, "slow down, what happened?"

Marvel took a deep breath. "The Earth has been overtaken by mind-controlling plants?"

Lantern blinked and the two of them sped to the monitor room, a green planet sitting innocently below the Watchtower with the darkness of space as its backdrop. "Well... that's new," he said, his hand coming to scratch at the back of his head. He turned to look at Cap. "Do you know what it is? Or who?"

Marvel shook his head. "It happened too fast, no one knew what was going on. His face suddenly brightened. "Maybe there's something at the Rock of Eternity," he said. With a muttered word an a wide gesture, a portal opened, showing a stone room with glowing arches.

Marvel stepped towards it, but the Green Lantern grabbed his arm. "Wait," he said, "are those vines usually there?"

Marvel looked into the portal and saw fat green vines crawling out of one of the archways. "No," he said, eyebrows furrowing. The vines began to creep towards the portal, spines on the tips glowing green as if in anticipation. "How did they...?" The vines picked up speed and shot towards the portal.

"Close it! Close it!" Lantern shouted, leaping back, hand out, ring glowing green.

With a snap, the portal shut, cutting off the tips of the vines. In a second, they were enveloped in a translucent green sphere, containing them as they grew to fill the small space.

"I don't understand," Captain Marvel said, "the Rock exists in its own realm, it's supposed to be separate from Earth."

"Can't really help you with the magic stuff," Lantern said, examining the ball of vines in its green cage. "Who else is on the Tower tonight?"

"Uh," Captain Marvel shook himself and went to the screens to check. "Plastic Man and the Atom?"

"That's it?" Lantern asked.

Cap shrugged. "It's a Saturday night."

He hummed in acknowledgement. "Well, I guess we'd better let them kn—"

There was a light crackling noise and the vines in the green sphere shriveled. Lantern and Marvel both stared at it.

"Did you do that?" Cap asked.

"Don't think so," he answered. They stared at the black shriveled vines a little longer. Cautiously, Green Lantern opened the top sphere. When the vines didn't move, he dissolved it entirely, and the vines fell to the floor with a wet smack. The two stared at them a little longer.

"So... are they dead?" Captain Marvel asked.

"I think so?" Green Lantern replied.

Captain Marvel looked up out the window at the planet again to find it more or less back to normal. "Oh, I—huh." Another glance at the monitors showed that the planet was transmitting radio again, and signals received were back to normal range. "Crisis averted?"

The Green Lantern looked from the planet to Captain Marvel. "Guess so. Good job." His ring glowed and the blueberry muffin floated up from the floor. "You gonna eat that?"

[wabatle]

HOOOOOY! :D I'm so glad when I see people doing BLLK matchups lol. So I'd love to request one please. I will follow the steps in your post. ❀~ fandom: blue lock.

❀~ gender: he/him.

❀~ preference: male character.

❀~ personality: funny; laid back; curious; can appear mean but I just love to tease people and joking around; love to explore and eating; analytical; good general knowledge; independent; ambitious; need to understand things; don't like when things don't go the way I'd like; not very communicative outside and people may think I don't feel anything but that's not true; people told me I can have a lack of empathy; blunt and sometimes bossy; I don't like clingy people and those who speak endlessly; I love to dig an interesting subject in depht even if I miss some sleep hours; individualistic, creative.

❀~ hobbies: writing; traveling; going out with friends and eating out with them; cooking (meat-based courses and desserts like tiramisu or brownies); gardening for meditation; playing with my cat.

❀~ things that make you feel negative: the rain; public transport cancelled when I have something planned that depend on them; slow drivers; when I fail at something, being bored; people that don't consider my efforts or qualities; those who complain but don't help themselves or ignore the advices I give to them.

❀~ things that make you feel positive: the sun; spring and summer; laughing; long car journeys; the beach, the forest and the mountain; eating new things; meet new, funny or interesting people; doing thrilling projects and have an impact on things and people; when people need me or want me to be with them for an activity.

❀~ love languages: act of service (giving); physical contact (receiving). I usually am the one who people do things for but it's the reverse if I sincerely love the person. For physical contact it's pretty the same, I can touch others without a warning but hate being touched. However, I let people I feel comfortable with touch me.

❀~ anyone you don't want to be matched up with: characters who didn't reach the Neo Egoist League.

❀~ let me know if you would rather me post your ask with my answer or just tag you: you can post with my info. Thank you very much and congrats! I don't know you yet but I love to discover new blogs.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — @tigreblvnc's Blue Lock matchup~!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: Thank you so much!! Ngl I was a little stumped... But I think I got a good result! <3

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Blue Lock soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Michael Kaiser!

Here me out, it's sort of just a gut feeling, it kinda just... came to me?

He would like to help you research things but if he notices it's getting really late he'll just be like "shut the fuck up and go to bed."

I feel like you're the "um akthually 🤓☝️" of couples 💀. Combined you two are so smart. You both have so much knowledge stored.

You have a shared need to understand things, so you'll look into things together.

Such a cheesy trope but he's the type of guy to offer you his umbrella because he knows you don't like the rain. Depending on the day he'll tease you about it.

I think you would go to the beach together, and for some reason it reminds me of Gojo and Riko at the beach. Idk why he just gives those vibes I guess.

You would have cats and dogs. I think he'd tell you he doesn't want a cat but then once you get one he gets attached.

He loves to eat your cooking. It's probably just the fact that you made it, bit either way, he'll eat it.

Kaiser would also like to travel with you. He likes to see you enjoying yourself.

He understands why you could feel unhappy when you fail at something. Though he might not be the best at comforting, he'll at least try to assure you that you're more than your failures.

I hope you liked it! I'm worried Kaiser is ooc (oops), and I won't lie, I was a little stumped at first. I'm sorry it took so long and I hope you enjoyed it!

[destinywillowleaf]

lifeswap AU: 6-2 reunion

because apparently i'm contractually obligated to think about this au every few months (even if i don't actually post anything of it, oops). original concept by @greentrickster

summary: talking to apollo in defendant lobby no. 3 has a... different outcome than nahyuta would've hoped for.

As Ema was apologizing to Trucy, the doors to the lobby opened and Nahyuta felt his heart stop.

"Oh!" Ema turned to address the new arrival.

"Prosecutor Justice?" He forced the words out of his mouth, old familiarity and Khura'inese threatening to spill through. "What are you doing here?"

The prosecutor barely spared him a glance and focused his attention on the detective. "Detective Skye."

"Y-Yes?"

"I require your forensic expertise in order to close this case." It felt wrong to hear his voice come out so quietly. That wasn't how it was supposed to be. "Come, let us go."

Ema gave the group a small wave and started to walk off with him.

"W-Wait!" Nahyuta called. "Prosecutor Justice!"

He didn't turn back. "The trial is over, Mr. Helios."

"So what? You—"

"There is no need for us to interact any further. We are strangers, and nothing more."

His heart froze.

Strangers.

Fifteen years was a long time. It was long enough to make his own memories of home fuzzy, but that didn't mean he forgot everything. He barely knew what was happening in the country at this point but that didn't mean he ignored things completely. But… did… "Did you really forget all about me?"

"What?!" Athena practically shouted in his ear. Widget chimed in with a relatively quieter ⟨YOU KNOW HIM?!⟩

His brother stopped walking away.

«I thought you were dead.» Nahyuta tried not to wince at his own Khura'inese. He knew it was rough, but hearing his brother speak it to cleanly in court made the difference all too clear. «Instead you turn up as a prosecutor and treat me like a heretic, like nothing Dad or Datz said ever meant anything. What happened to being a dragon? What happened to fighting to put an end to all this?» He closed the gap between them, hand fidgeting at his side. He wanted to reach out. They could pretend like nothing was different and reconnect and put everything that happened in the last 24 hours behind them. He could find out what changed and how he could help. It didn't have to be like this.

"What happened to you, Apollo?"

Apollo tore his hand away with a glare. "I have no time for a heretic bearing a dead man's name." With that, the prosecutor was gone.

The door slammed shut and his heart shattered.

"…Nahyuta?" Athena was uncharacteristically quiet.

Everything felt hazy. "Huh?"

"What the heck was that all about?" Her voice regained some of its usual energy. "How do you know Prosecutor Justice, and what in the WORLD did you tell him to get him to answer with… with THAT?"

"…I don't want to talk about it." He'd survived fifteen years without being able to contact his family and living with the knowledge that nearly everyone at home thought he was dead. He could survive another fifteen knowing his brother never wanted to speak to him again.

"Yuta…" Trucy looked worried.

"It's fine," he lied. "I'll manage."

Trucy pointed at him. "You're grabbing your right arm. You're not fine."

"Ignoring the problem is only going to make it worse," Athena chimed in. "You were skittish about him yesterday, too. Don't think I forgot about that."

Sometimes he hated being surrounded by lie detectors. It wasn't like chasing after Justice would help things, either. He was stuck in the same place he started all those years ago: that horrible, horrible limbo of wondering if the pieces would be put together and if he would die that night.

Athena sighed. "I know I was bad about not telling you guys about Simon, but this seems more… serious, than that."

"It's really not." It kinda was.

"Then what was all of that about a dead man's name?"

"I don't—"

Of course that had to be the moment when the phone rang.

[shelltasticday]

Ok I just read your easily fluster reader x rise!Leo, and wanted to take it the other way-

What if he's super smooth when the person Leo's flirting with has an embarrassed reaction, but he's trying to flirt with Y/N, who has very little dignity and is very competitive, to the point of outflirting Leo, and making him extremely embarrassed and flustered 😈. And Leo can't find something for them to be embarrassed about! Personal space? Grew up with a bunch of siblings, no such thing. Physical contact? They love it, can't get enough. Seemingly awkward situation? Diffuse it by not acting awkward about it.

Have it be frustrating to him, not be able to get a reaction out of them. Then, one day, he could figure it out- baby pictures. They're embarrassed about their baby pictures and being caught doing something goofy.

Was that too abrupt? Idk, hopefully not, but it there's any part you don't understand, you can totally improvise. Hope you enjoy! ~🌺👸

You! I like how you think, let's do this!

I'm not sure if this aligns with what you wanted or expected but, it's just where creativity took me.

Loved to think that Leo's flirting works better when he barely tries and reader is a bit more open to it, anyways, I present to you:

Leo and his journey to fluster a competitive, unaffected reader

● It all began when Leo decided to start flirting with you…

● "Hey, (y/n)! How's the most beautiful person in the world doing today?" he chimed with a wink, doing some finger guns as his brothers either cheered him on or were awaiting his failure, he couldn't tell, he only heard some giggles

● The pick up line took you off guard for a moment, however, after blinking twice, a grin that mimicked Leo's spread across your lips. "I don't know, how are YOU doing today?"

● Leo opened his eyes wide, his posture shifted, completely taken aback as he didn't expect this outcome at all. He mumbled, tripped over his words "Uh- I uh- That wasn't- I mean- Huh?" and a flush of red got to his cheeks

● "I'll take it you're doing alright!" you giggled and moved past him to catch up with the others before they could snatch the first slice of pizza. And Leo? Well, he finished processing what just happened as he turned around to watch you walk away, oh no, nononono no way he was the one left flustered… Where did that even come from? No no, he had to come up with something to get back at you, he had to, and so came forth the rest of his attempts

● Next time, he tried talking with you as he leaned on a wall, pulling off the classic pose so he could be closer if he wished so. And he did wish so, and he'd slowly lean more trying to close on your personal space but the proximity didn't seem to bother you either. You, in turn, could read him like a book and so you just kept looking at him in the eye, smiling and chatting as usual

● "Hey Leo! Where did ya put the Cheetos?!" Mikey's voice called out, and the second Leo looked away to answer, you took advantage to take him by the shoulders, spin you both around and have him against the wall. With you now being the one "trapping" him

● His brain catches up with the last few seconds after a bit. "Wha- when?" he asks, finding himself once again caught off guard. "It's your turn having somewhere to lean on, Leo, we don't want your back getting all tired, right?" you said innocently with a wink and a smile

● It doesn't even matter if you're shorter than him, he gets flustered from both how you turned tables on him and how close you get. He feels somewhat small when you're the one taking iniciative on this and he doesn't know if he hates it or loves it, it's so conflicting!

● But he blushes more when Mikey comes around thinking he wasn't heard the first time "Leo, where did you- Oh- Oops, sorry! I'll ask Raph if he's seen them" the younger turtle speed walked away as Leo tried to say "It's not like that! Mikey! Don't leave me here!" to no avail

● Leo is sitting on his bed, recounting events from the last weeks… He had tried hugging you from behind all romantic according to him, and you only giggled before hugging him back and initiating a group hug with everyone. Right… you liked physical affection. Okay, then he had invited you to train with him and teach you to use his swords, thinking he could be all suave and be behind you, with his hands over yours as he taught you to properly hold one blade but… you kinda wanted to do it on your own since "I've watched you do it hundreds of times, I'm sure I learnt something already!" or so you said

● Chocolates? Flowers? Received with a sweet thank you and a hug. Cooking for you? Well… you did like microwaved mac and cheese, but alright not his best attempt on wooing. No pick up line he threw at you worked, it was like you were ready with a bat to send them right back at him, nothing, nothing was working! Were you that oblivious? Were you making fun of him? Did you simply not like him that way and this is how you told him to take the L? Goddamnit… What did he have to do? Serenade you? No no, perhaps you'd mistake it as a karaoke session or even serenade him back

● The worst part for him is that YOU were the one landing all the blows, you had fed him a chocolate telling him to go "Ahhh" and GOD, did that make him weak! You were incredibly good with his sword for a beginner, and even with messy clothes and hair after training, to him you looked stunning. You kissed him on the cheek as a thank you for the food… It kinda seemed like all he did while trying to make you fall for him, was setting himself up to fall even harder for you. Even thinking about it again made him blush and sigh loudly as he fell back on the bed, unsure on what to feel

● That's when he heard music in the distance … Wait, music? Wasn't he alone in the lair?

● "SHELLDON?" he sat up again and called for the robot but nobody answered… weird. Leo went around looking for his brothers and father but found the lair empty, however, the music seemed to be coming from the arcade room and so he walked towards it, thinking Donatello had left some machine on or something but- oh-

● There you were, on the DDR, jumping happily on the pad to a loud pop song. He'd never seen you try that game out, he even kind of thought you didn't like it… well, until now

● The music came to an end alongside the score screen, you were a bit bummed that you didn't even make it to top ten but oh well… then you heard clapping. Clapping… you turned your face over your shoulder quickly, startled like a deer in headlights, oh no…

● Leo stopped clapping, with a genuine smile on his face. "That was great, (y/n)! Didn't know you got the moves!" his steps took him closer to the machine. "You know, I thought you didn't like to- (y/n)?". Was he seeing wrong? Was it the neon pink light from the game? Were you… were you blushing??

● "How long were you there?" you asked, sinking to your knees to hug them and hide your burning face, you thought you looked goofy when dancing, that's why you had come in to try the game out only when you thought everyone was out… Mikey didn't mention Leo had stayed, you thought they had all went out…

● "Uh, not long. You okay, though?" Leo kneeled beside you. "Something wrong?" He put a hand on your shoulder to soothe you, did he do something bad?

● "Yes, just, this is so embarassing" he heard your muffled voice say. "What is? Dancing?". You nodded. "You got flustered because I caught you dancing?" his voice got a bit loud and you shushed him, as if anybody else could've heard the conversation. "Yes!"

● Leo, once again, had to blink twice to get stuff to sink it. He laughed but not at you, more like at himself, all his attempts at getting you flustered, all the different plans, and the one thing that made it possible is something he didn't even see coming

● "Sorry". A chuckle. "Sorry, I'm not making fun of you" he said, patting you on the back. "I think you dance very well, you wanna play together?" Leo suggested, standing up

● You looked up to see how he was extending his hand to you, which you accepted and let yourself be pulled up

● You didn't know if it was the light, the silence, the angle or something else, but in that moment, with a calm smile and gentle gaze, with a firm hold on your hand… Leo looked a certain way, a way that made you perhaps stare a bit… a way that maaaaybe made your blush grow and reach your ears

● You decided to just return his smile, turn to the screen and hurry to choose another song. The blush was still present but you associated it with allowing him to watch you dance, yeah, surely it's that and definitely not because of the way he gave you a wink before stretching dramatically to get ready

● "Are you prepared to lose, (y/n)? I'll have you know that I'm great at videogames". You laughed and had a more confident smile this time "I'm gonna kick your butt, Leon! Loser pays the pizza!"

● "Deal!"

[fakefanofmarvel]

Novacane// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. If that is not something you are into please scroll. Mentions of Drugging, Drugs, Kidnapping, stalking, and a lot of really not-good things. I always read dark character fic and was trying to do a little spin and have the reader bat shit crazy hope you enjoy it. MINORS DNI. Part 2 3

You watched the video on your phone over and over again. The devil of hell's kitchen was back and better than ever. You watched as he fought the man the news was calling "The Punisher". His body in that tight suit was enough you make anyone swoon without even seeing his face. He was tall and slender yet muscular, he had to be the way he was tossing another grown man around like a doll. You wanted him and would do anything to determine who he was. It took about a week of examing the videos of him online to realize the eyes in his suit were covered meaning he either didn't want to see or couldn't. How he would stand still during battle almost like he was listening for something rather than looking helped you narrow your search for a tall, muscular, blind man in his early 30s. By this time, the punisher was captured, and word about his legal team had gotten out. Nelson and more importantly, Murdock.

"Thank you guys so much for taking my case with everything going on now with that punisher guy I'm assuming it's pretty busy around here," You thanked Karen

Once you made the connection linking Matt to Daredevil it was smooth sailing from there. First, figure out how to get a case for them to take. Luckily your landlord had been refusing to fix the air in your apartment while simultaneously raising your rent which from your research was right up Nelson and Murdock's ally. Second, somehow get them to take a case in the height of the case of the century. That is where Karen came in. A super sweet girl has a soft spot for women in trouble. Worked like a charm.

"Of course, this should be a pretty open-and-shut case. Foggy is great with these types of things," She said handing you a clipboard to fill out paperwork.

"Hm Foggy? Is he the blind one?" You asked already knowing the answer

"No that would be Matt," She corrected handing you a pen.

You started filling out the paperwork trying not to raise any suspension

"Oh I just think it's awesome how he a blind lawyer. I'm going blind in my right eye so it's refreshing to see how blind people don't let their disable stop them," You lied trying to see if you could hit another soft spot in Karen. "He's like an inspiration. I want to be a doctor,"

You saw a sweet smile come across her face. Bingo you had her in the palm of your hand.

"You know, he'll be here in about 45 minutes if you wanted to take your time on that paperwork and meet him," she offered

"Oops," You dropped the paperwork on purpose buying you a few extra minutes.

Karen laughed and chatted with you while you did the paperwork.

"I'm sorry, you didn't get to meet Matt the other day. He tends you disappear most days," Karen apologized as she took a sip of her drink.

You had made friends with Karen. Which wasn't hard she was actually really nice and you had a few things in common. She had invited you out to drink with her and Foggy at the Josie's.

"It's okay. I'm sure I'll meet him soon,"

The truth was you were tired of waiting and you were determined to meet him that night.

"Thank you guys for inviting me out. I don't have many friends since moving here," You lied again.

"Of course," Foggy spoke up. " Who says you can't be friends with your clients," He joked knowing he and Karen had become close friends after they defended her case.

The 3 of you spent the rest of the night drinking and playing pool. You were 3 shots and 2 mixed drinks in when you heard the sound of tapping heading your way. Your head faced the direction the sound was coming from and you laid eyes on him for the first time. He was much taller in person.

"Hey Matt, over here," Foggy said waving him over.

Without missing a beat he walked over to the three of you. Once in front of Foggy he stopped and whispered something to him.

"Oh, this is our new client, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Matt Murdock," You reached out to shake his hand when you realized you were drunker than you thought.

You stumbled forward, falling into him. "Woah you okay," he asked

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I think I had too much to drink," You regained your balance. " Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," He shook your hand.

The two of your hands are still locked together. You stared at him finally seeing the man you had been obsessed with for the last few months. You had obviously caught his attention too because he was staring back even though he couldn't see you.

"Nice to meet you too," He said breaking the silence between the two of you.

"Okay well. I'm going to walk Karen home. Can you make sure (Y/N gets home safely, please?" Foggy asked holding up an equally drunk Karen.

"Of course, Foggy. Be safe you two." Matt insured him

You watched as Foggy and Karen leave the bar, leaving just you and Matt.

"I'm sorry you missed all the fun," You stood in front of the door of your apartment building.

"Oh don't apologize. Foggy and Karen seem to be very fond of you I'm sure we will have more time to catch up,"

"I would really like that Matt," You said earning a smile from him. "Do you want to come up for a drink since you didn't get to have one? And I can call you a cab they hardly come around here this time of night," You offered hoping he'd take the bait.

"I would love to,"

Perfect. You unlocked the door and led the way up to your apartment. You flicked the light on as you walked in, Matt was not far behind.

"Sorry about the mess I wasn't expecting company," You apologized

"It's alright it's not like I can see it anyway," he joked.

"Oh gosh, sorry was that insensitive"

He laughed before reassuring you it wasn't. The two of you made your way to the living room. You showed him to the couch before walking to the bar area to make him a drink.

"I hope a vodka soda is okay because that's all I have," You joked handing it to him.

"Uh yeah. Of course. Thank you again,"

"So how long have you known Foggy and Karen?" You asked trying to make conversation.

The two of you talked for hours only being interrupted when you noticed the sun had started to rise.

"Shoot, Matt, it's almost 6am," You said grabbing the cups from the coffee table and taking them to the kitchen.

"Hey, it's alright. I'll just be a little late for work. I'm sure Foggy and Karen will understand, "He explained getting up and grabbing his jacket.

"Of course, they've been really sweet to me these last few days. It was really nice to finally meet you, Matt," You walked him over to the door.

"We should really do this again. I had a lot of fun," He said standing next to the unopened door.

"Maybe next time we'll go back to your place, Mr. Murdock." You teased.

"I think I like it better over here actually," He grabbed your waist pulling you closer until you could feel his breath on your lips.

"I think I like you better over here too actually," You said flustered

You were glad he couldn't see your face because you would be embarrassed at how hard you were blushing right now. He leaned in for a kiss which you dodged.

"Sorry, Mr. Murdock, I don't kiss on the first date. Meet me back here after work and you might get that kiss," You pushed him back by his chest.

"Well, I guess I'll be back tonight," He said before kissing you on the forehead and leaving.

You smiled to yourself before locking the door behind him. As much as you wanted to kiss Matt you knew you had to wait. You didn't want to come off too strong and scare him. You made your way over to the kitchen where you had put the coffee mugs. You grabbed the one Matt used and dropped it in a ziplock bag before walking over to the grey and gold treasure chest you keep in your closet. You open the top of the chest where you kept all your research on Matt, along with pictures and now the mug he used to drink coffee out of. A smile crept onto your face as you closed the lid to your private tribute to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and locked it, knowing soon he'd be yours

"Ruling in favor of the Plaintiff, the court dismissed," The judge banged the gavel on the bench before getting up.

Matt and Foggy both hugged you as your case came to a close. After 2 long months, you guys had built a perfect case. You just wanted your air fixed but in the end, you were able to move to an updated apartment free of charge and were able to keep the same rent payments as before. The court cleared out only leaving the 4 of you.

"Thank you guys so much! You two make a really good team. Celebration at my new apartment whenever I move in," The 3 of you laughed with Karen joining in from the gallery. "Well how about drinks tonight at Josie's, my treat," Matt spoke up.

"Ouu carefully, Ms. (Y/L/N), I think your boyfriend is trying to impress us," Froggy joked.

"He is very charming," You smiled up at him as he pulled you into a side hug kissing you on the top of the head.

"Let's get out of here. I really want to go change out of this dress," Karen spoke up

"Uh yeah. We will meet you guys in like an hour," You said

"More like 2 hours," Matt nudged you

Foggy and Karen both groaned in unison. Not far behind the two of you as you exited the courtroom.

"You are one kick-ass lawyer," You said undoing Matt's tie. You noticed a cut on his neck.

You of course knew it was from his nights as DareDevil but he doesn't know that so you had to play the role of confused girlfriend.

"Hey, what's this" He grabbed your hand before it reached the scar

"Uh, I'm actually not sure. I run into a lot of stuff. You know with the whole being blind thing," He joked

You laughed along as you undid the buttons on his shirt.

"You gotta be more careful, Matt, can't have my 'boyfriend' getting all banged up" you quoted Foggy from earlier

"I'm sorry, I had told Foggy things between us were getting a little more serious. I hope you don't mind"

"Of course not. I was hoping I wasn't imagining it," the two of you laughed

"So will you be my girlfriend?" He asked as he lifted your shirt over your head.

"Duh Murdock," You stood on your toes to kiss him.

He picked you up wrapping your legs around him. He laid you down on the bed before undoing his belt

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oops

..last year i reblogged this (ask game) and was sent asks but dont wanna individually answer them and ping ppl so ill answer under a cut here!

prompts were 1, 5, 9, & 15. shortened the questions since this is late af anyway

favourite season? [1]

tbh i condense third life + last life into one season (due to having really enjoyed martyns character, feeling skizzs 'arc' in s2 is characterized better with s1 in mind) - if i have to pick one: last life. its kinda my thing that i am attached to last life

favourite build? [5]

(ummm, just gonna list the ones i remember most.) i have a soft spot for dogwarts from 3rd life, since it was kinda the heavy hand pivot-into rp i saw first. the "snow fort" from last life, most specifically the "office." (don't get me started why i care about that damn thing.) the "relation ship" from double life was cute. "bad boy manor" and the associated bridge in limited. ahhh, its been a while but that weird saw-gauntlet-trap-thing tango made too. gd its been long.

looking forward to see red? [9]

yeah, since i'm replying so late my answer is always either cleo or etho since they can get chaotic. or, well, mumbo whenever he's around.

anything i thought was overlooked? [15]

i always chew on when people compare a partnership or alliance to bad relationship. there's sth fun in toxic dynamics like that to me (lol) what comes to mind is def the few offhanded jokes in last life.. sth abt the vagueness is easier to explore than the more hammed up roleplay. a chance for edginess? yes ploz.

u'd think there'd be more posts abt it since a lot of fans love watching ppl be psychologically tortured in the block game... maybe that's more of a different smps habit - anyways!

jimmy, being asked if he's being mistreated:

jimmy: (barely audible) no. (regular volume:) no, no, no. that’s not that conversation. cleo: do you need another place to stay? jimmy: no, no! i’m happy where i am. cleo: are they mistreating you? jimmy: no! no, i promise! i just need sugarcane. that’s all i need.

ren, also in last life, being told he's not in a good relationship:

ren: i'm not sure what i've gotten myself into with the shadow queen. grian: hold on, hold on. that's kind-of good, right? because if she didn't immediately turn on you it means that she cares. [pause] ren: right. either that or she's more than happy to take my resources. not sure which one. etho: (laugh) is she using you, ren? you gotta get outta that relationship. ren, that's not a good relationship. ren, grian: (laugh)

and scene.

..jk

i definitely want to get back into the swing of watching more often bcuz after typing this out im realizing my life series knowledge is prettyyyy rusty.. on the other hand i can def tell what some of the aspects keeps me interested! if ur reading this and have pov suggestions based off any of this feel free to shoot me an ask abt it ^_^

[cyborb]

there have been some asks sitting unanswered in my inbox for an embarrassingly long time so I'm just going to go through and answer a bunch of them at once haha.

Sada and Turo / Paldea

now that the dlc is out I can play around with my own version of paldea's story and the professors (that I may or may not actually talk about), but they won't be in the rainbow rocket stuff with supersymmetry. "officially" at least. maybe I'll draw something for fun, but I don't intend them to actually be in rr like the rest. they're more interesting to me within the story of paldea, especially with the ai aspects and ... other things going on there.

but to the anons who sent me these: those ideas are cool and honestly you should pursue them yourself!

Lusamine

absolutely yes. in the base universe, her "unification" with nihilego kills her pretty quickly. iota lusamine is luckier since her nihilego seems to prefer keeping her around for longer. slow-acting vs fast-acting poisons, I suppose. by the time lusamine is picked up by rr, it's been about 6 months since she became jellyfish. who knows how much time she has left but her mental (and physical) state will continue to deteriorate along the way. an unsurprising consequence of willingly jumping into the mouth of a parasite

possibly? I haven't given that much thought tbh. considering lillie and guzma's proximity to lusamine when she goes motherbeast, they'd both be lucky to make it out alive hahaha. but I could see all three of them trying to help people and pokemon in the UB-overrun world too

honestly, no clue. I don't even think she knows, and she definitely doesn't care. who needs regular pokemon when she's got ultra beasts now! if lillie is still around she might have taken in a few of them herself though.

Other AU stuff

I've actually made a post about team galactic here!

one fun fact about each of them:

maria/mars is giovanni and ariana's first child, and she ran from her home in kanto when she was 16 to become a pokemon trainer and get away from her parents. sorry silver (she hasn't contacted him in a while).

juno/jupiter makes traditional (hisuian) style pokeballs as a hobby despite the fact that they absolutely are not practical to actually use anymore. but they look nice

sterling/saturn helps run the in-universe equivalent of pokemon showdown because he's a nerd. he enjoys simulated battles more than the real thing most of the time

great news: the rainbow rocket invasion all his fault!

by that I mean the choice of the base universe for invasion wasn't entirely arbitrary; rainbow rocket didn't just Show Up and hope this universe had what they wanted. beforehand, someone from rainbow rocket (either giovanni or archer, maybe even colress) scouted things out, and approached faba for information about the general state of the world and necrozma in particular. faba essentially sells out the universe (and aether's work with necrozma) in exchange for the promise of power and whatever tantalizing rewards the rr emissary offers haha. it's possible some of this involves planting a device to let rr come back to the right universe when ready too. what faba is up to when everything is going down in rr is not something that I've thought about, but he definitely gets found out for his actions leading up to it. oops!

unfortunately probably not. the rr stuff is happening on the other side of the planet and I can't think of a situation which might result in them getting to meet up. I'm not enough of an expert on the two of them to say how such a meeting would play out either, but it would definitely be... interesting considering their own universe's version of the other person has been dead for several years.

rose would probably be the least upset about it but cyrus wins the award for most upset (he has control issues). lysandre absolutely would have the most violent response to it though

Compliments

while I'm not going to share the collection of complimentary messages I've gotten over time, I want everyone to know that I really appreciate hearing that you enjoy my ideas and art! it's encouraging and I'm glad people like my pokemon playground hahaha. and that applies to tags too! it's always great to see... I don't always get around to actually answering the stuff in my inbox (whether it's actual questions or otherwise) but rest assured I do see it!