#needs to be light and tight and practical

[sirxlla]

Fun Parenting With The Batboys

(request @nesting-dreams )

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Dick: "Come on, Sweetheart! You got this!" Dick yelled from the stands of your daughters first tee ball game. His face was painted with little hearts in her teams colors, Dick was so proud of his girl.

You came back with nachos for you and him and waters for all three of you. When Jasmin got back to home plate the both of you errupted in pure pride screaming her name. You could tell she was a bit tired, breathing heavy and sweating quite a bit so you went over to her and handed her the water and told her to drink slow as you gently pet her hair.

"Just like we practiced, Sweetheart. I'm so proud of you!" Dick's smile was a mile wide, him and Jasmin had been practicing almost evert day when he he was able.

"Why are we the best?" He kneeled and hugged her tight as he asked her the question.

"Cause we kick butts!" She yelled in excitement as she flexed her tiny muscles the way Dick normally did jokingly.

Jason: Jason was in the garage fixing up your car and he'd probably said it a few times whilst she sat in her high chair so of course she repeated it.

"Fuck!" She repeated after him. He had said it after sitting up off the back board he was using and probably 1,000 other times today.

"Hehhehe, No. Princess, Mommy would kill me if you keep saying that." He told your daughter as a smile tried to itch its way onto his face.

"Fuck!" Aurora said to his face, she just knew it made him laugh and smile and she liked that.

"Rory." He tried to say it in a serious tone as he tried to hide his laugh.

"Fuck!" She giggled as she saw him smile and his eyes lit up.

"Jason Peter Todd, You best not be teaching our sweet little girl to cuss." You said in a sweet but slightly serious tone as you came to help him work on your car.

"Fuck!" Aurora giggled trying to make her mom laugh like she did her dad.

"She started it!" Jason jokes back at you laughing.

"Daddy say fuck!" She asks him with a giggle cause him saying it made her laugh and vice versa, a merry-go-round of laughs between the two of them.

"If you're gonna teach her the words, thats fine but make sure she knows when and when not to say them and how to use them properly." You spoke with a sincere tone to Jason. Jasons jaw dropped at your words, he was suprised.

"You'd be okay with that?" He asked with astonishment in his voice. Although he was suprised it made him happy to know you werent a stickler for general parenting rules everyone else seemed to have.

"Yes, its fine but she doesnt need to use the words directed at us and she needs to know what they mean and how to use them."

"Fuck!" Aurora continued trying to make her Daddy smile.

"Rory, Daddy doesn't want you to say that right now, please?" Jason realized how important this all was, He was taking this Dad thing serious and Aurora could tell so she stopped. He did teach her thoughout time how to use them properly and to not use them at teachers or family.

Bruce: Bruce "really wasn't one for children" he'd tell you but that was before you went through nine months to have his daughter. A daughter was a change of pace from all the boys and plus she was blood, not that that made the boys any less his but May would look like you both and she'd have mannerisms from you both that happened a bit more naturally.

She had his crystal blue eyes that just cut through anyones sadness or anger, your nose, somehow ended up a ginger which did suprise you both but boy was she a picture.

He was playing peek-a-boo whist she sat in your lap.

"Da- Dad- Da- Da- Ah!" She giggled at Bruce again.

"Where's May?" He asked before popping out and saying "There she is." Which made her giggle so so hard.

Bruce "wasn't good with babies" he still claimed but that girl was a clear exception, his shining light and shooting star.

The press ate it up whenever Bruce was out and about with her, every man in the family doted on her. She's a spoiled little shit but she's got manners still, her brothers and Bruce made it a point for her not to just be another spoiled asshole.

You were worried about having a kid and how stressful it would be but between Alfred, the boys and Bruce, you almost never had to get outta bed in those early hours. (Especially cause they were already up most likely.)

Every little drawing she did he kept and he had a picture of her next to the Batcomputer to go along with the photo of you and him with the boys and the one of his parents. Family is what drove him now, not Vengence but protecting his family, you, his sons and his sweet little girl.

(Note: ik about Cas and Steph but I wanted to write this in a way that the daughter was a bit more special.)

Tim: Anna loved Tim to bits, right now he had her in the swings as he did silly faces at her whenever she would get closer. He gently pushed her back and forth. She had a clear favorite between you two.

"Daddy!" She was squealing and giggling doing faces back at him, he was entertaining her whilst you set up the picnic for food.

Thankfully, the wind had calmed itself down and you could put the blanket and basket down.

"Guys! Lunch!" You shouted before Tim slowed the little girl down which caused her to get upset.

"Daddy! Again!" She whined and pouted crossing her little arms.

"No, Anna. Mommy made food now we gotta eat okay?" Tim picked her up out of the swing and as soon as he did that she was immediately changing her attitude. Food and Daddy? She was definitely happy with that.

"Mommy made food?!" She was excited as she ran tword the picnic blanket.

She sat down as did Tim before chowing down, you did the same and made sure Anna's drink was open for her to drink out of. The little girl had jelly all over her face by the time the she was almost done eating and thought it was funny to rub her jelly filled face against Tim's.

Instead of getting angry he wiped peanut butter on her cheek which made her squeal and hide behind you.

"No, Mommy." She whined, Tim was happy she was spending more time with you now cause he knew how bad it hurt when she'd choose him over you nine times out of ten and he was trying to get her to spend time with you equally.

Damian: Damian being the asshole he is, no one would expect him to fall to his knees over his little boy, for him to smile when he tickled the small mini-me he had.

Enzo's eyes shined like emeralds as he played eith his father but when Enzo played with Titus? The boys eyes looked closer to Kryptonite with the way they were so full of life and happiness.

Enzo would pull on the poor Great Dane and he'd laze all over Titus. Damian and Titus were so paitent with the boy. Enzo would pull on the Great Dane and hug on him and nk matter how grumpy Titus could get he would never snap at Enzo.

When walking in the park with Enzo in the stroller you'd be walking Titus as well, Titus's head was on a swivvel and he'd never let anyone hurt you but also especially the precious cargo that was snoring in the covered stroller.

"Doggy!" Enzo was trying to find Titus and even with him being across the house he bolted to Enzo as soon as he was called foor. Damian didnt know what made him get up so fast so of course he was worried and grabbed his sword to follow the dog but as soon as he got there? Enzo hugging on the dog.

"Daddy and Doggy!" Enzo burped abd giggled as he saw the two of them, he was sitting in your lap and coloring in his coloring book.

Damian later placed one of those in Titus's doghouse and one on his desk. Titus was a watchful protector and protected the innocent young boybfor just about anything...the fireplace, the pool, putting his hands in the toilet.

That dog was practically a third parent which made life a lot easier, Titus knew when Enzo cried it was probably due to him missing him so he'd leave his bed at the end of yours and Damian's and sleep next to the crib which calmed the small boy.

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[alchemistc]

15 for bucktommy 👉🏼👈🏼

15. trembling hands

"What if I drop him?" Tommy asks, the rise of nerves stirring in his gut, in his limbs, in the tight clench of his fists as he tucks them into his pockets so no one notices them shaking.

Evan's lost the entire plot, fully entranced by the bundle in his arms, his smile so wide it's actually a little feral under the florescent light. Maddie rolls her eyes at Tommy. "I know I gained some weight but it's not like he's heavy, Tommy." Her gaze softens as it drifts to the sight of Evan running a gentle finger over his brand new nephews nose. "You're gonna need the practice," she murmurs, and Tommy's known that for a while, really, (since before he'd tried his hardest to ruin this for good, and been so fucking grateful that it hadn't actually worked) but it's a good reminder all the same.

Evan tucks the little bundle against Tommy's chest with a gentle sort of grace that doesn't seem to exist in a single one of his gangly limbs in any context but this - guides one of Tommy's unsure hands to support the baby's neck and clears his throat in a notably phlegmy way that forces Tommy to remind himself they're not there yet.

Yet.

The baby has a distinctly Buckley nose, and Tommy has to swallow down a few decades of fear while he can feel Evan's eyes burning a hole in the side of his head.

Maddie lets out a pleased sigh and drifts back towards her kitchen like this shiny new human is perfectly safe in Tommy's arms.

Evan's hand curls around his elbow and Tommy doesn't comment on the fact that he's a little shaky, too.

"Someday, maybe we -." He cuts himself off, drifts back into silence, and Tommy hates that he'd made it harder for Evan to express these particular thoughts.

"Yes," Tommy says, and doesn't even mind it when the baby spits up on him half an hour later while Maddie's teaching him how to burp him.

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[prettiestofpisces]

juju watkins x gf!reader

synopsis: you happen to be juju’s girlfriend and lash tech

fluff✨blurb

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

as juju’s six foot two form laid on your lash bed, you sat down in your swivel chair adjacent from the girls head.

to the right of you was your lash table which held all the materials you’d possibly need for judea.

“so how have you been baby?” you say swiftly playing with juju’s ears.

although you two were newly official, you both have such a tender spot for one another.

knowing each other, growing with each other since highschool, y’all were made incredibly close over the years.

sharing a kiss or two, prolonged cuddles… your relationship was beyond affection yet nothing contained a label at the time.

that was until senior year after learning you’d both be attending southern cal, juju decided to jump the gun. asking you to prom and later on to be her girlfriend

“mmm good…” she hums with her eyes closed.

“too many promotions, practices and flights.”

now your hands caress her cheeks yet you waited to respond.

“you just want some peace and quiet, i understand baby, keep talking to me if you’d like.”

you then alert juju you’re about to start and she, unknowingly yet conscious of something near her eyes, closed them tight without saying anymore.

you pumped a light foam soap over her lashes and began swirling it in, cleansing the hairs or anything foreign.

“what about you?” she spoke out suddenly.

“hm, well i’ve been busy with few clients, classes and missing you but!.. i watched you play kansas and saw you got roughed up” you giggled.

after said, game juju sported a subtle gash on her left cheek due to brutal play. juju never complained but you knew the mark bothered her.

“you can’t tell but i’m rolling my eyes” juju says with a wide smile, following with more banter.

you let out a final chuckle before rinsing off her eyes and proceeding.

after drying you lay tape down on her bottom lashes to secure them and a large piece for your markings and mapping.

“whispy cat eye right ju?”

“yeah ma” she responds so sweetly.

a minute passes as you’re finishing up writing little numbers across the tape you’ve placed and now you’re able to begin lashing.

pluck a singular extension, dip it in glue, place it on a single lash and wait. a simple process yet very demanding.

you hum along to the rnb tunes in the background, filling the silence and soon enough, you hear the subtle snores of the girl in front of you.

as time ticks, it’s been 45 minutes and you’re finished with the left eye moving over to her right.

Please sprout, offer me your tulips

On my fate

You gon' be my blessing tonight

So keep your eyes wide…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

and… you’re done.

slowly lifting the tape from jujus soft skin you crumble the pieces and toss them away. her sleeping form calm and content, you kiss her cheek to wake her.

“ju… baby, i’m finished” you whisper close to her ear. once her eyes flutter open you take it upon yourself to kiss her again, this time two pecks.

juju does a quick stretch of all her joints and crains her arm back hold your face against her own. turning her head to the right she embraces you both in a kiss, an oddly awkward perpendicular kiss but one with so much passion nonetheless.

after releasing, juju takes a deep breath and lets go of you all together.

“thank you” she draws out groggily. sliding off the table as you both stand up from your still positions. her tall lengthy frame towering over you like before.

juju looking rather seductive with her new stare. you stare up at her in return admiring you work, the lashes which accentuate her eyes so nicely, making your own dilate. you couldn’t help yourself.

“you’re so pretty” you squeal before juju pulls you into her chest ever so gently. loving the feeling of comfort you tighten the hug whilst still gazing at one another.

“what are you doing tonight?” your question filled with anticipation.

“staying here with you” juju harps, her blatant statement taking you by surprise yet you were more than okay with it.

“i love when you’re around.”

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and scene.

sorry i’ve been away, sigh..

just a sophomore in college what can i say however i hope you like this little blurb, its very rushed but i just wanted to post bc postings fun.

muah.

[thatfrailsoul]

– Make me feel like someone else

tarot pick a pile reading

pictures from pinterest → one, two, three

There are people that we just can’t resist. A smile that is impossible to not be contaged by. A voice that is so difficult to not trust. A silhouette that we follow without even realising how easily they are taking us away from the old ways, making us see this world under such a different light… A charming person, a magnetic aura… Could it really be only a spell that makes us blind to something deeply important, something that we should be aware of but that we just can’t grasp? Is it really everything so good and easy, for once, or are we trapped in an illusion that will only hurt us...?

In a romantic, or an equally inspiring friendship, there is someone that you need to know about...

This is our fifth reading from the Divinatory Jukebox. A message that comes to us through the song “Hypnotic” by Zella Day. A faithful messenger of the universe, who waited patiently for us to hear it, to listen to what it has to say.

Although from the emotions and energy of this song I expected something much darker, heavier, even more dangerous... Now I understand that perhaps this is just the way we feel it, when we are so captivated by someone, when we want to be and are so vulnerable in front of them, giving out our heart but at the same time deep down being afraid of them tearing it apart.

Slow down for a moment. Give your conscious mind a moment of rest, allow it to step back. Instead, listen to your subconscious one, to that inner voice, to the intuition that is guiding you to the pile in which your message hides.

P.s. a little question for you ♡:

As I'm trying to improve the experience of the extended versions of our readings, it would be deeply helpful for me to know your opinion. Especially about what you would love to find in them. Just whatever is needed or that might be helpful for you to hear based on the reading and the original message you received? A more practical advice on how to handle your current situation? Perhaps a little glimpse into the future and what it holds for you, what you can expect or need to keep in mind for when you’ll live that outcome? Or, even better, all of these combined?

{ Thank you so much for letting me know!♡ }

– Pile One,

the ten of coins, the stars, the moon

After fighting with all you had, after finally escaping the chains of a connection so powerful that it convinced you to stab yourself, again and again, just for them… You really did hope that it would never happen again. That there won’t ever be someone that has so much control over you, over your heart that gives it all to the ones it loves. You hoped that you learned from your mistakes, that your scars are enough for you as a reminder, as help in being aware of all the lies and manipulations of those that try to come closer to your heart.

And yet you still felt it, you still found it, after all this time and even though you are with a different person now. That urge to be by their side, to fall for them, trusting completely that they will catch you, holding you tight in their arms, giving you a sense of protection, and at the same time a dangerous vulnerability when you are with them…

But even if you feel the need to do it, to feel it, you are resisting it. The fear, the anxiety, the doubts are overwhelming you, as you recognise in them and each their gesture, someone that you thought you’d never see again. Not in a different person, in a different connection, that you had so much hope for, but which is feeling too similar to how it used to back then...

So you are making steps back, trying to buy more time, to understand how it could happen that after all of that you still did make the same mistake. A mistake that you can't even bring yourself to regret, not when you look into their eyes…

How is it possible really? Are you so weak, so stupid to put yourself at risk again and again, breaking your promises to your own self? Or are they so powerful, so many steps ahead, enough to be able to put you under a cage that you didn't even notice, not giving you any chance to escape?

It is pulling you to them, whatever it is, calling you, overwhelming you through every single thing that reminds you of that other person, no matter how far they are. They are calling you, and you make steps forward. Just to push yourself right back when for a moment you are able to wake up. To doubt yourself, what you feel and think, to ask if this is even real.

But slow down for a moment. Breathe. Reflect. What is it, that in this new person, reminds you so much of the one that you swore to never let again in? Because it is just the way you feel with them, isn’t it? That sense of safety, of surrender to everything that could happen out there in this world, just because you are with them? Is it that admiration, pure inspiration and motivation that you feel when you look at them, at their way of living this life, creating with it their adventures and stories that they desire? Is it that hope for more time with them, to get to know them better, to learn from them or with them. To have them by your side as you face the struggles or challenges of your journeys, because you truly feel like they would be able and willing to help? Is it the way you feel so close to them in so little time, almost like you always knew and looked for each other, in one way or another? Is it just this… and how it is similar to what you felt with that other person, just before they took advantage of it?

Because you do love it, the way they make you feel. Those emotions that you thought you would never experience again. But at the same time, now that they are here, you can't help but reconnect them to the person that betrayed you by using them against you.

But… Are you so sure that it will be the same with them? That these emotions and way of feeling can be only a sign of a danger in disguise? Or is it only a fear, a supposition, based on what happened in the past, and that has nothing to confirm it in the now? Because you are opening up your old wounds, you are doing it on your own now. Just because of the profound vulnerability, and even scarier desire to be this way in front of them, that just surprises you in how it came back so easily, disregarding all your hard work to learn to protect yourself…

But it is not a mistake, a delusion of your heart, its way of never learning and being so easily infatuated and influenced by gentle ways… Your heart, your mind, you are not so stupid. You wouldn’t ever hurt yourself this way. But you are doing it now, in a different one. By letting what happened, and that person, still be present in your life. By letting their phantom wander around in your reality, your situations, standing behind those that you are looking at… And scaring you, putting you in guard just because of their presence and their memory at the back of your mind.

You did learn. You did become more careful with those that you allow to get closer to you, to be part of your life. You are protecting yourself, at every step. You are paying attention to the ways of others. And you are not letting anything or anyone play with you again. This, what you feel for this person now… Are just feelings, genuine, true, normal. They are not strange or worrying just because they seem to become deeper so quickly. Or just because, miraculously, they are reciprocated now.

It is good and it is true. There is no need to doubt it only because of how rare it is, and how ironically you already felt it once because of someone who treated your heart wrongly. That person was mean, manipulative, was hurtful… But does this new person have any fault of it, of the fact that they make you naturally and genuinely feel what the other needed to force and orchestrate?

Slow down. Breathe in. Look closely at them, pay attention to where they end and where that ghost of the past begins. Look at what you are creating with this new person. At how those bad and difficult things that you are afraid of and expect are nowhere to be seen. And focus on what is here, them, your moments. Rather than on the memories of someone who is long gone. The one that you already freed yourself from.

P.s. With each new year there is a decision that we need to make… what to bring with us, what to hope for, and what to leave behind. But it is not so easy, isn’t it? Some endings, no matter how obvious, are still so difficult to accept and to let go of, just because of how much they mean to us. But this year you can simply ask about it, if there is a chance for a new beginning or if there is only an end, so you can stop yourself from making the same dangerous mistakes.♡↓

{ Find out your answer here ~ }

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– Pile Two,

the knight of cups, the emperor, the eight of wands

You give them so much credit… You think they really have all that power over you. Just because of how strange and new all these feelings are. How scarily natural, how overwhelmingly good it is to be by their side and connect with them, heart to heart.

But it is much simpler than just careful and complicated games of manipulation or disguise that your anxious mind comes up with.

It is just you. It is just them. The way you are so similar, yet different enough to teach each other so much. The way you speak different languages, but with such similar tone and rhythm that makes it possible for you to understand each other fully, even more than those that knew you for so long. The way there is in each of you that something that is needed for the other. That light and darkness. That calm and enthusiasm. That logic and emotions. The water and fire. The air and earth. Two half that fit so perfectly, creating something beautiful, something true, something whole.

It is just you both that felt instantly so comfortable, so safe, so curious about a life passed side by side, all the moments that you could create together, and those that perhaps you could've shared if you met sooner, changing completely your past. It is that genuine enthusiasm and joy that makes you go faster, connecting easier than with anyone else. Allowing you to create a bond deeper than what you could expect.

There is no trick, no spell, no hidden motive. Just a finally good and honest connection that your broken hearts needed so much.

There is just surprise and unpreparedness to feel so much and so fast. Especially when you are used to struggle just to get truly closer to someone who is already by your side.

There is no need to be afraid, to already prepare yourself for the worst just because this is too good to be true, to be so easy and fun. There is no need to consider to run away, to distance them, just because of the doubt in your mind… You can just slow down. On your own. Ask them to do things one step at a time. So you can get used to it more easily, to be treated better, to trust fully the promises that someone gives to your heart.

There won't be any anger or misunderstanding. There won’t be any judgement in discovering that you are just not used to so much lightness in your heart and mind. It will only make you more precious for them, more deserving of their affection and parts of them that they will share only with you, who they will fully believe and trust.

P.s. With each new year there is a decision that we need to make… what to bring with us, what to hope for, and what to leave behind. But it is not so easy, isn’t it? Some endings, no matter how obvious, are still so difficult to accept and to let go of, just because of how much they mean to us. But this year you can simply ask about it, if there is a chance for a new beginning or if there is only an end, so you can stop yourself from making the same dangerous mistakes.♡↓

{ Find out your answer here ~ }

{ ♡ }

– Pile Three,

the three of coins, the emperor, the page of swords

Is it really only them, who pulls you in so tenderly? Who so knowingly walks around your walls and finds every fragile part, using them to get closer? Or are you doing exactly the same, playing their games, imitating their ways, simply because it is so captivating and fun?

You have so many things in common. Even just the way you love and need to feel that rush, to feel the excitement and the thrill of getting to know each other, of provoking one another, subtly, jokingly. Never saying something openly, but understanding so much, reading through the lines.

But things are starting to change, to feel different, now that some time has passed and playing the same games as when you first met… It just feels kind of strange, and even tiring at times. This is not something that only you noticed and felt, that shift and the energy of both of you that just seems to be consumed uselessly with all of this. How the time seems to be wasted, and you both can’t help but think of how different those moments could've been if only you were finally fully open to each other. With your thoughts expressed clearly. Parts of you and of your life shared without needing to necessarily win them, be worthy of them…

And it is okay, this feeling and change is normal. There is nothing strange in being attracted to a different energy and dynamic at the start of a connection, compared to when some time has passed and you just want to be by their side, experiencing this life together, and not only playing with each other occasionally.

So don’t let those doubts and fears, that you or them will get bored if you stop to “spicing” things up, come any closer. Nothing will happen if, for a moment, you just relax and become less calculated in the ways you interact. Simply because this connection didn't start because of those games, of those flirtatious or joking ways. It started because your paths crossed each other, thanks to this life that saw how much your souls were aligned. It started because it was supposed to. And it would've happened even if you didn't do so much to win each other over, convincing the other person to choose you, to give you that chance.

It will not go away. Nor them nor you will do it, if something in your dynamic changes. Because change is not something to be afraid of. It is just a sign of your growth and evolution of this connection, of your feelings for eachother that make you a safe and comfortable person for one another, no matter the label of the relationship or your ways.

Don’t be afraid to let your grip on them go a little. Don’t be afraid to not always maintain the same entertaining energy. You don’t need to convince them, appeal to them, or prove yourself and your worth to them. They already are aware of all of it, they already chose to stay by your side, nourishing this bond, exactly like you did. It is not the start of the connection anymore. So you both are allowed to go a little slower, be more neutral or even boring. Some moments are indeed supposed to be more calmer and less adventurous than how it was at the very start. It is still fine. Everything is still okay. And it will continue to be so, no matter how many months or years will pass by. A time in which this connection will simply and only evolve and adapt to the phases of your lives many more times.

P.s. With each new year there is a decision that we need to make… what to bring with us, what to hope for, and what to leave behind. But it is not so easy, isn’t it? Some endings, no matter how obvious, are still so difficult to accept and to let go of, just because of how much they mean to us. But this year you can simply ask about it, if there is a chance for a new beginning or if there is only an end, so you can stop yourself from making the same dangerous mistakes.♡↓

{ Find out your answer here ♡ }

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[4linos]

whispers of the heart

bang chan x gn!reader, (+ slight han jisung x reader)

synopsis/request: caught between two people who matter most, one person must navigate a sea of jealousy, love, and confusion to find a way forward.

wc: 3178 (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)

It was late, and the practice room was dim save for the glimmer of exit signs and a few scattered lights that remained on. The group had ended their practice minutes before, yet the enthusiasm lingered in the air. The members were relaxing, cooling down, and talking casually. You were sitting on the floor with your legs crossed and your phone in your hands, attempting to catch up on messages from your friends. The low murmur of voices was almost comfortable, a sense of familiarity that you had come to like since starting your relationship with Chan.

But tonight… something felt off.

Jisung had been quieter than usual, his attention seemingly divided between the group and you. You hadn't noticed it at first, but now when you notice the way he looks at you, something makes your stomach tighten. It was a different lingering, softer than the typical fun taunting that characterized your friendship. Your glance briefly met his, and he quickly averted his sight, but not quickly enough for you to notice the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. You grimaced slightly, pushing off the emotion, but your eyes couldn't help but return to him. Jisung had always been friendly to you, just as Chan was, and you had never doubted their friendship until now.

However, Chan hadn't missed a single thing. He had been watching you and Jisung from the corner of the room for the last half hour. And with each passing second, the gnawing feeling in his chest intensified. He'd seen how Jisung laughed at you when you made a joke, how his hand lingered on your shoulder as he passed by, and how he laughed at your every word as if you were the only one in the room. Chan had always trusted Jisung and knew that your bond was unbreakable but today it felt like everything was shifting.

He sensed something was wrong when Jisung made a comment about how cute you looked when you smiled, which was far too intimate for someone who was supposed to be a friend. Chan's fingers tightened into fists at his sides, and the talk around him faded into the background as his mind raced.

No. It couldn’t be. Not Jisung.

But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Lingering glances. Jisung constantly found a reason to be near you. You and Jisung talked to each other with the ease that Chan had always assumed was only reserved for him.

He had to know.

"Y/N," Chan said, his voice cutting through the noise like a sudden chill. You looked up, startled by the change in his tone. His eyes were hard and guarded, and he couldn't get rid of the knot in his stomach. "Yeah?" you asked, your voice rising with anxiety as you noticed his demeanor shift. "I need to talk to you," Chan began, his eyes narrowing in a way that made your stomach turn. He approached you without waiting for an answer, his posture tight, and the air between you two felt thicker he signaled for you to follow him to another room.

You stood up following behind quickly, your heart racing. "Is everything okay?" you said, fully aware that something was wrong. "Is it true?" Chan asked simply, his stare piercing yours. "Is what true?" You took a step back, the confusion rising in your chest. "That Jisung... he has a thing for you," Chan murmured, his words sounding forced through tight teeth. His voice, which had before been steady and comforting, now had an edge you hadn't heard before.

You blinked, stunned, as the weight of his words sank in. "Chan, what are you talking about?" you said, your heart sinking as the pieces of the puzzle began to click into place.

"I saw the way he was looking at you. The way he talks to you," Chan continued, each word heavier than the last. "You can’t deny it. There’s something between you two. I feel it. What is it, Y/N?"

Your mouth went dry. You could feel the panic rise in your chest as you tried to comprehend what he was saying. "Chan, you’ve got it all wrong. Jisung’s my friend. He’s always been my friend."

But Chan wasn’t listening. His eyes were burning now, the jealousy creeping into his voice. "Friend?" he scoffed, voice rising slightly. "Do you think I’m blind? You two are too close, Y/N. It’s been happening for weeks, and now it’s like he can’t even hide it anymore." His voice cracked on the last word, and you saw the pain etched into his features.

You felt a rush of guilt and confusion. What exactly was happening here? Why was this happening right now? "I'm not… I'm not doing anything wrong," you said, your voice shaking. "Chan, you have to believe me. Jisung is just a friend. He's always been just a friend.” Chan's expression faltered for a second before he let out a bitter laugh. "Can I trust you? Do you think it’s that simple? I've been watching him look at you like that, and you expect me to just pretend everything is normal?"

You stepped closer, desperate now. "I swear to you, Chan, there is nothing between me and Jisung. I love you. Just you." You reached for him, but he drew back just enough that your hand barely touched his arm. "I don't know," he said quietly, his voice cracking now. "I don't know if I can believe you anymore." The words hit you like a slap. "What?" you gasped, your heart breaking as the reality of the situation hit home. "Chan, you need to understand. It's just you.”

His eyes softened for a minute, but he quickly looked away, raking his hand over his face in annoyance. "I don't want to hear it right now," he said quietly to himself. "I need some space, Y/N." You had the sensation that the ground underneath you was giving way. "No… Chan, please." But he didn't look back at you. He simply continued walking toward the door, his steps heavy and his body tense with emotion. You stood there, frozen, as if your reality was gradually dissolving. Everything you thought you understood and trusted was slipping away. And you could not fix it. Not now. Not like this.

The door snapped shut behind him, leaving just the echo of your own heartbeat hammering in your chest. Alone. In that instant, you were left with only the crushing weight of uncertainty. And the dreadful, gnawing feeling that you might have lost him. The seconds stretched like hours, the silence stifling and thick in the aftermath of Chan's departure. You stood there, stuck in place, still attempting to grasp the weight of the encounter. The words hung in the air, filled with unspoken emotions and confusion.

I need space.

You couldn't get over the sight of Chan walking away from you. The expression in his eyes, which was a mix of pain and anger, lingered in your mind like a ghost. The door clicking shut was the final nail in the coffin, ruling off any chance of immediate reconciliation. You pondered chasing him, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the realization that the damage had already been done, or you understood that pressing him right now would not benefit either of you. You sank back onto the floor, your knees pulled up to your chest, the phone still in your hand. but it suddenly felt useless. The screen was a flurry of unread messages from your friends, who had no idea what was happening.

You’d never imagined this happening certainly not with Chan, and certainly not with Jisung. But here you were, caught in the middle of something that felt so fragile, so broken.

What had you missed?

Your thoughts drifted back to the moments with Jisung. His lingering glances. His subtle touches. Was it possible that you had been blind to it all? Could it be that his feelings for you had evolved into something more, and you hadn’t even noticed? No. You shook your head. You couldn’t have known. Jisung was always playful, always teasing. You never thought that it could mean something deeper. And now, facing the consequences of that assumption, you didn’t know where to begin to fix things.

Your phone buzzed in your hands, the screen lighting up with a new message. It was from Jisung.

Jisung: Y/N, I need to talk to you.

Jisung: You have a minute?

You looked at the message for a long time. Talk? You weren't sure whether you were prepared for another conversation like the one you just had with Chan. But Jisung's message caused you to hesitate. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get answers. But what if what he said made matters worse? What if he confirmed what Chan was scared of? Your thoughts went in circles. What was the right thing to do?

Before you could decide, you heard the door to the room creak open again. You tensed, half-expecting it to be Chan, maybe returning to apologize. But instead, it was Jisung, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you. He stood at the threshold, his posture stiff but not unwelcoming.

"Y/N," he started, his voice softer than you expected, as though he too didn’t know how to approach the situation. "Can we talk?"

Your heart sank. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hear him out, but you weren’t sure if you could.

Jisung took a step forward, his expression earnest, as though he was aware of the delicate nature of the moment. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. I swear. I never wanted to cause any tension between you and Chan." He paused, taking another step closer. "But I’ve been feeling… something for a while now. And I think you know that. I know it’s confusing, and I should’ve said something sooner. But I didn’t want to make things weird."

You swallowed and spoke with a shaky voice. "Is it true?" He froze, his eyes widening slightly in response to your question. "What do you mean?" "Do you... do you like me, Jisung?" You weren't sure you could handle the response, but the question needed to be asked. The uncertainty was oppressive, and you required clarity. You needed to grasp what, if anything, was going on between you two. Jisung's eyes softened and the tension in his body dissipated as he took a gentle breath. "I... I do. But I didn't mean for it to be this way. I'm not trying to get between you and Chan, Y/N. I just—" He stopped, then added with a sheepish smile "I'm just not good at hiding things."

Your stomach twisted, but you nodded slowly, processing his words. "And Chan?" you asked, your voice small and vulnerable. "I know it’s messed up," Jisung admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I never wanted to hurt him. He’s like a brother to me. But things have gotten complicated. I should’ve told him. I should’ve told you, too."

You felt a wave of conflicting emotions. Anger, hurt, confusion, and yet a strange understanding that perhaps none of this was entirely Jisung’s fault. It wasn’t just about him, it was about all three of you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Jisung's phone buzzed, and he immediately glanced at it. His eyes flashed with something unreadable before he put it away. "I think I need to talk to Chan," he said quietly. "And I think you should, too. We have to work this out. All of us." You nodded and stood up slowly. The weight of the moment seemed heavy, yet something about Jisung's sincerity made you believe that there was still hope for understanding, for mending the torn threads of your relationships with both him and Chan.

"I'm scared, Jisung," you said gently, your voice shaking. "I don't want to lose either of you." "I don't want to lose you either, Y/N," Jisung whispered quietly, moving closer. "But I think we all have to face this. Together." You nodded, wiping away a tear that had fallen down your cheek. Maybe the truth may sting. But maybe that was the only way to fix what had been damaged. With that, Chan, Jisung, and you would have to confront the difficult conversation ahead. The path forward remained unclear, but for the first time that night, there was a glimmer of optimism that things could be fixed.

The tension in the room was palpable as you and Jisung exchanged a short glance, both of you knowing that whatever followed next would be a turning point in your lives. Your heart was still heavy, and Chan's words echoed in your mind.

“Do you think I'm blind?”

“I don't know if I can believe you anymore.”

You needed to fix this. You couldn't just let things fall apart until you completely understood what was going on. "I'll talk to Chan," you responded calmly, your voice solid despite the fluttering in your chest. "You should, too. You can't let this get worse between you two."

Jisung nodded, his face a mix of regret and determination. "Yeah. I will do that. I don't want things to get weird between us, Y/N. I didn't mean for it to go this far. You gave him a faint, timid smile. "Me neither." He paused for a bit before saying, "I’m sorry Y/N. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by putting you in the middle of this. I didn't know what else to do." "I understand," you said softly. "I just need to talk to Chan." "I can't lose him."

Jisung’s eyes softened as he met your gaze. "You won’t lose him. But you’ll need to be honest with him. And with yourself. Just… try to make him see the truth."

You nodded, knowing he was right. Whatever was happening between you and Jisung, it had to be addressed. But Chan was the one who mattered most. You needed to make him understand. You walked to the door, heart pounding with each step. The hallway was quiet, eerily so, and the air felt thick with anticipation. You found Chan just outside the practice room, standing with his back to you, his posture tense as if he were still wrestling with his thoughts.

You stood there for a time, unsure what to say. But you couldn't stay silent any longer. You needed to be really honest with him. "Chan," you said gently, your voice shaking as you moved closer. He turned, his face still etched with frustration and hurt, and his eyes narrowed as he noticed you. "Y/N," he responded coldly, almost as an accusation. He tried to keep it together, but you could see cracks in his resolve. "Please, just listen," you urged. "I understand this seems horrible, but please understand. I love you, Chan. Only you. It’s always been you."

Chan's jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak right away. You could see him weighing your words, the pain in his eyes conflicting with his feelings of betrayal. "Then why… why does it feel like you’re slipping away from me? Like you’re closer to him than you are to me?" The question hit you like a blow to the chest.

How could you explain this?

"I never wanted to make you feel that way," you said, your voice breaking slightly. "Jisung is my friend, Chan. He’s always been my friend. What you saw… it wasn’t what you think."

Chan’s gaze hardened. "But it wasn’t just tonight, Y/N. It’s been weeks. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way you laugh when he talks to you. It’s different. You’re different when you’re around him." His voice cracked, and it was clear that whatever strength he had left was rapidly crumbling. "I don’t know if I can compete with that. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore."

You took a step forward, your heart in your throat. "I’m not asking you to compete with Jisung. I’m asking you to trust me. Trust us. There’s nothing more between Jisung and me. But I can see how it might look like that from your side. I didn’t know how to handle it, Chan. I didn’t know how to talk to you about it because I didn’t want to hurt you."

Chan ran a hand through his hair, frustration laced with pain. "And now it’s too late. You didn’t think I’d notice? I’ve been with you through everything, Y/N. I thought I knew you. But now it feels like I don’t know anything anymore."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "Please don’t say that. Please. I never wanted you to feel like you weren’t enough. You are enough. You’re everything to me."

He swallowed hard, eyes avoiding yours for a moment as the silence between you grew unbearable. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter now, raw. "I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to believe."

You could see the cracks in his armor now, his vulnerability beneath all the rage and pain. He was as terrified as you were. "I don't know what to do either," you said quietly, taking another step closer and softly grabbing for his hand. He hesitated for a while before allowing you to take it, his fingers quivering in your grip. "Chan," you murmured softly, "I want you to believe me when I say I love you. And I am not going anywhere." For a long time, neither of you spoke. You could feel the weight of the situation hanging between you, but the contact of his hand offered you a small glimmer of hope. Maybe it was not too late. Maybe it wasn't the end.

"I need some time," Chan finally said, his voice heavy but more gentle now. "To think. To figure it out. But I do not want to lose you, Y/N. I'm not sure if I can handle this." You nodded, feeling tears fall down your cheeks despite your best efforts to keep them at away. "I understand," you replied softly. "Take as much time as you need. But please know that I'm here. I am not going anywhere." He nodded and squeezed your hand gently before drawing away. “I will be around. When you're ready, we can talk more…about everything."

With a heavy heart, you watched as he walked away, disappearing down the hall. The air felt lighter, but only just. You weren’t sure where things stood with Chan or with Jisung, but at least you had started the conversation. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to begin mending the fractures in your relationship.

You took a deep breath and wiped away your tears, knowing that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. But for the first time that night, there was a glimmer of hope.

Now you just had to figure out how to rebuild everything, starting with the two people who meant the most to you.

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[ickyrafe]

professor rafe who treats you as his favorite student because your just so smart and attentive during class! he’ll make sure to take you out after getting a good test score and soon enough after graduation he’s taking you into his car (after putting something in your drink) taking you to his house! he’ll force you into a marriage or baby trap you and force you to become his little housewife because why would you need that stupid college degree and a job when you have him!

(can’t forget the age difference too!) thoughts? 💭

thinking about years down the line when you’re out to dinner with his old colleagues or even just a party at one of their houses. specifically another professor who makes sure to say, “weren’t you one of our students?” and you have no choice but to shyly nod while rafe’s ears perk up at the daring question before he excuses you both, dragging you off to the bathroom and practically ripping apart the tights you have on under your skirt.

he snarls against the side of your face, making sure to lock the door while you’re still simmering in embarrassment and trying to ignore the feeling of your throat tightening up— your wedding band twinkles in the light as you place a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm him down, only for his hands to palm your ass with such a grip that you whimper into his shoulder, “they all still want t’fuck you, y’know… but i’m the only one who knows exactly how this sweet cunt feels. right, angel face?”

and he is right— but all you can think about is how you wasted your best years and expensive education to run off with your teacher and become a borderline braindead housewife for him.

how silly you must look to all of them.

[doujinshigirlai]

in your arms, I melt <3

Sypnosis:you surprise visit your boyfriend and his reaction is adorable

HYUNG LINE - MAKNAE LINE

Warnings:none!!

Genre:fluff

Requests: OPENNN!!!!

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**Bang Chan** Bang Chan’s natural leadership qualities extended beyond his professional life and into his personal relationships. He had always been the protector, the one who made sure everyone was okay, and you were no exception. He was in the practice room, typing away at his laptop when you walked in, quietly shutting the door behind you. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, his voice soft yet filled with warmth. His gaze immediately softened when he saw you, and a small smile tugged at his lips. “How was your day?” You walked over to him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, causing his smile to grow. “It was okay,” you replied, running your hand through his hair. “But I missed you.” He stood up slowly, pulling you into a tight hug, his arms enveloping you as though he never wanted to let go. “I missed you more,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck. “Everything feels less stressful when you’re here.” You chuckled, holding him closer. “Then maybe I should start visiting you more often.” Bang Chan grinned, pulling back to look at you. “I think that sounds perfect.”

Rest of the members under the cut ✨

**Lee Know** Lee Know was the type to tease you relentlessly, but beneath his playful exterior was a deeply caring partner. He often expressed his feelings in small, almost subtle ways, though you knew him well enough to see through it. Today, you found him lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, an easy smirk on his face. “Y/N,” he called lazily as you walked in, glancing up at you with half-lidded eyes. “You’re late. Did you forget about me?” You laughed, shaking your head. “I was busy. You’re not the center of the universe, you know.” Lee Know rolled over dramatically, his face now pressing into the cushions with a mock pout. “I’m heartbroken.” You joined him on the couch, nudging his shoulder. “Poor baby. What’s your plan to make up for it?” He finally turned over, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “You could give me a kiss to make me feel better.” With an exaggerated sigh, you leaned down, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Better?” Lee Know’s grin spread wide as he wrapped his arms around you. “Much better.”

**Changbin** Changbin was all about passion—both in his music and his relationships. You walked into his studio, hearing the low hum of his voice as he rapped to a beat he’d been working on. When he saw you, he stopped, the lyrics falling silent. “You’re here,” he said, voice thick with affection, as if your presence was the only thing he’d needed. You smiled, taking a step toward him. “I couldn’t stay away. I missed you.” Changbin gave you a sly grin, stepping toward you, his eyes scanning your face. “You miss me? Or my music?” You laughed, shaking your head. “You, of course.” He took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your face. “Good answer. Because I was going to write a whole verse about how much I miss you,” he teased, brushing his thumb over your cheek. You smiled softly, leaning into his touch. “I’m right here, Changbin. No need for a verse.” He chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. “You’re my favorite lyric.”

**Hyunjin** Hyunjin was known for his artistry—whether it was dance or painting, he poured his heart into everything he created. But with you, he was softer, more vulnerable. You found him today sitting by the window, sketching as he gazed out at the fading sunlight. He didn’t hear you come in, but when you stood by his side, he looked up, a surprised but delighted smile on his face. “You’re here,” he whispered, setting his pencil down and reaching for your hand. You smiled, sitting beside him. “Of course I am. How could I not visit my favorite artist?” He laughed, though there was a softness to it, and leaned his head on your shoulder. “It’s not just about art when you’re here. It’s about you.” You turned to face him, brushing some hair out of his eyes. “You always know how to make me feel special, don’t you?” Hyunjin smiled, his eyes a little brighter. “You deserve it. I wouldn’t be able to create if it weren’t for you. You inspire me.” You kissed the top of his head gently, letting the quiet comfort of the moment settle around you both. “You inspire me too, Hyunjin.”

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From Batter to Better

Matt Sturniolo x bsf!reader

Summary: While baking with the triplets, Y/N’s text sparks Matt’s jealousy, leading to heartfelt confessions

Words: 3,1k

Warnings: Jealousy, quick argument, kissing, use of yn, not proofread

As you approached the front door, you barely had time to knock before the door swung open, revealing a grinning Nick.

"Finally! You’re here," Nick exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Did I keep you waiting that long?" you teased, hugging him back.

"Only our entire lives," Chris chimed in dramatically, appearing behind Nick. He gave you a quick hug and then stepped aside to let you in.

"Hey, Matt’s in the kitchen trying to act like he doesn’t care that you’re here," Nick added with a smirk.

You laughed, shaking your head as you stepped inside. "Classic Matt."

As if on cue, Matt emerged from the kitchen, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Hey," he said, his voice soft but his eyes bright as they met yours.

"Hey, Matt," you replied, walking over to give him a hug. He held on just a second longer than the others had, but it wasn’t unusual. Matt had always been a little more reserved, a little more subtle.

"So, what’s this top-secret plan you guys have dragged me here for?" you asked as the four of you gathered in the living room.

Chris clapped his hands together, practically bouncing in excitement. "Okay, so here’s the deal. We’re filming a baking contest today. Each of us is going to bake something different, and then we’ll judge whose creation is the best!"

Your eyebrows shot up in amusement. "And you thought I would be the perfect person for this? Have you guys forgotten how terrible I am at baking?"

"That’s exactly why we invited you," Nick said with a laugh. "It’s all part of the chaos."

"Besides," Chris added, "if you don’t win, at least you’ll make Matt feel better about himself."

Matt rolled his eyes but didn’t bother hiding his smirk. "Very funny, Chris."

You grinned, nudging Matt lightly. "Don’t worry, Matt. I’m sure you’ll do better than me. Or maybe not. Who knows?"

He gave you a lopsided smile. "Guess we’ll find out."

The four of you moved to the kitchen, where an array of ingredients and baking tools had been laid out. As you looked over the supplies, Chris leaned over your shoulder.

"So, any idea what you’re making?" he asked.

"Not a clue," you admitted. "What about you?"

"Cookies," Chris said confidently. "Simple and foolproof. Unlike Nick’s plan to make a soufflé."

Nick shot Chris a glare. "I can pull off a soufflé, thank you very much."

"And what about you, Matt?" you asked, turning to him.

"I’m making a cake," he said, his voice steady but his eyes flickering toward you. "Something classic."

You smiled. "Sounds like a safe bet."

Matt shrugged, a small grin tugging at his lips. "We’ll see."

As the four of you started to gather your ingredients, Matt subtly moved closer to you, watching as you fumbled with a bag of flour.

"Need help?" he asked, his tone casual but his gaze lingering on you.

"I think I’ve got it," you said, though you appreciated the offer.

He nodded, but he didn’t step away, staying close as if to make sure you really didn’t need help. Chris, meanwhile, noticed and smirked knowingly but said nothing—for now.

The chatter in the kitchen was light and playful as you all prepared for the challenge. Every so often, you caught Matt watching you, his expression soft but unreadable. It wasn’t unusual for him to be attentive, but today there was something different—something almost protective—in the way he stayed near you.

And you couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed how your heart skipped a beat every time he did.

The kitchen was alive with activity as the four of you started your baking projects. Nick was focused on his soufflé, brows furrowed in intense concentration. Chris had already managed to spill flour on himself while preparing cookie dough, laughing it off like it was all part of his plan. You had settled on brownies—an easy choice, or so you thought—and Matt was diligently mixing cake batter, stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Nick, why are you acting like you’re auditioning for MasterChef?” Chris teased as he shaped his cookies.

“Because I take baking seriously,” Nick replied, not even looking up. “Unlike you, who’s probably just going to eat half the dough before it even gets in the oven.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Chris shot back, popping a chunk of raw cookie dough into his mouth.

You laughed as you tried to mix your brownie batter, though it wasn’t going as smoothly as you’d hoped. “Okay, how do you stop flour from going everywhere? I feel like I’m in the middle of a snowstorm here.”

Matt, who was working at the counter next to you, smirked. “You could try mixing slower. Or, you know, not being you.”

You gasped dramatically, swiping a bit of flour onto your fingers and flicking it at him. “Rude!”

He chuckled, brushing the flour off his shirt. “I’m just saying, maybe baking isn’t your calling.”

“I’ll have you know my brownies are going to be amazing,” you retorted, though your batter was still lumpy.

Chris looked over and snorted. “Amazing? That batter looks like it’s seen some things.”

“Hey!” you protested, laughing despite yourself. “I don’t see you winning any awards over there, Mr. Flour Explosion.”

Nick shook his head. “This is why I invited you. You bring the chaos we need for good content.”

“Happy to help,” you said with a mock bow.

As the contest progressed, the kitchen grew even messier. Chris’s cookies were in the oven, and Nick’s soufflé looked surprisingly impressive as it rose. Matt’s cake batter was poured neatly into its pan, and you finally managed to get your brownies into the oven after a series of mishaps.

“Alright, ten minutes left,” Nick announced. “How’s everyone feeling?”

“Confident,” Chris said smugly, though one of his cookies had mysteriously disappeared.

“Stressed,” you admitted. “I think my brownies are plotting against me.”

Matt glanced at you, his lips twitching into a smile. “I think you’re doing fine. For a beginner.”

“Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence,” you said dryly, rolling your eyes.

He leaned slightly closer, his voice lower. “I’m just saying, if you need help tasting them later, I’m your guy.”

Your cheeks warmed at the playful tone in his voice, but before you could respond, Chris interrupted.

“Matt, stop flirting and focus on your cake. You’re not slick.”

“Yeah,” Nick added, grinning. “At least wait until after you lose to make a move.”

Matt shot them a glare, but you could see the faint blush creeping up his neck. “I’m not flirting. I’m just being supportive.”

“Sure you are,” Chris said with a wink.

The timer eventually went off, and you all gathered around the finished products to taste-test. Nick’s soufflé was surprisingly decent, though it deflated slightly when he cut into it. Chris’s cookies were classic, though he had clearly eaten more than a few. Matt’s cake was perfectly moist and flavorful, much to his brothers’ chagrin, and your brownies—while a little uneven—were rich and fudgy.

“Alright, verdict time,” Nick said, crossing his arms. “Who’s the winner?”

“Me, obviously,” Chris declared, holding up one of his cookies.

“No way,” Nick argued. “My soufflé was elegant and sophisticated.”

Matt looked at you, his smile soft. “I think it’s between us.”

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed on the counter. You picked it up absentmindedly, but the name on the screen made you pause. It was a text from the guy you had gone on a date with a few weeks ago.

Hey, had a great time last time. Are you free for another date this week?

You frowned slightly, not really feeling it, but before you could type out a polite "no," Matt leaned over your shoulder.

“What’s that?” he asked, his tone casual but his jaw tightening when he saw the message.

You quickly locked your phone, but it was too late. His expression darkened, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something sharp and tense.

Nick and Chris were too busy arguing about their desserts to notice, but Matt’s gaze didn’t leave your phone.

“Didn’t realize you were still talking to him,” he said quietly, his voice laced with an edge you hadn’t heard before.

The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted as Matt walked away, leaving you standing there with a mixture of confusion and frustration. You hadn't even had the chance to explain the text before he had wandered off, his emotions clearly written all over his face.

“Matt,” you called sternly, your voice cutting through the chatter. Nick and Chris calling after him as well.

He didn’t stop or turn around, instead muttering, “Ask Y/N,” over his shoulder before heading toward his room. “I’m in my room.”

Matt’s retreat down the hallway left a heavy silence in the kitchen. You stared after him, confusion and frustration swirling inside you. His clipped tone and sudden departure stung, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing something important.

“Uh… what was that about?” Chris asked, breaking the tension.

Nick, who was leaning against the counter, raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, Y/N, you wanna fill us in? He said to ask you.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “He saw a text on my phone. From a guy I went on a date with.”

Chris let out a low whistle, his eyes wide with mock drama. “Ohhh. And he just happened to storm off right after? Interesting.”

Nick’s expression was more serious. “What did the text say?”

You hesitated. “He asked if I wanted to go out again.”

“And Matt saw it?” Nick pressed.

“Yeah,” you admitted, exhaling deeply. “But I wasn’t even going to say yes. I don’t even like the guy like that.”

Chris leaned on the counter, a smirk playing on his lips. “Then why do I feel like Matt does?”

You glared at him. “This isn’t funny, Chris.”

Nick crossed his arms, his gaze thoughtful. “He’s jealous. That much is obvious.”

“Jealous?” you repeated, your stomach twisting.

Chris rolled his eyes dramatically. “Y/N, you’re, like, his favorite person. Of course he’s jealous. He’s been weirdly possessive all day.”

You frowned, trying to make sense of it all. “But why wouldn’t he just talk to me instead of storming off?”

“Because it’s Matt,” Nick said simply. “He shuts down when it’s something personal.”

“Exactly,” Chris added, grinning. “Classic brooding behavior. Very on-brand.”

You ignored his joke, already moving toward the hallway. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Good luck,” Nick called after you. “You’re probably the only one who can get through to him.”

The walk to Matt’s room felt longer than it was. You paused outside his door, your heart thudding. You knocked softly.

“Matt?” you called.

There was no response.

You knocked again, a little firmer this time. “Matt, it’s me. Can I come in?”

A long silence followed before you finally heard his voice, muffled and strained. “It’s open.”

You pushed the door open and stepped inside. Matt was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. His shoulders were tense, his whole posture radiating frustration and something deeper—something heavier.

“Matt,” you said, your voice gentle as you closed the door behind you. “What’s going on? Why did you walk off like that?”

He didn’t look up. “It’s nothing. You should go back to the others.”

“No,” you said firmly, stepping closer. “Not until you talk to me.”

He let out a humorless laugh, his voice tinged with bitterness. “What’s there to talk about, Y/N? I saw the text. You’ve got someone else to spend your time with.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. “What? Matt, it’s not like that—”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted, finally lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were red, his expression pained. “You don’t owe me an explanation. You can date whoever you want.”

You froze, your heart breaking at the sight of him like this. “Matt…”

“I just—” He ran a hand through his hair, his voice cracking. “I hate it, okay? I hate thinking about you with someone else. It drives me insane, and I don’t know how to deal with it.”

You moved closer, sitting down beside him. “Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

He looked away, his jaw tightening. “Because what’s the point? You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy, and I—”

“Stop,” you cut him off, your voice firm but soft. “You don’t get to decide what I deserve.”

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “Then what do you want me to say, Y/N? That I’m in love with you? Because I am. I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I didn’t know how to tell you. And then I saw that text, and it felt like everything I’ve been holding onto just slipped away.”

Your breath caught, your heart racing at his words. He quickly looked down, his hands fidgeting in his lap. “I shouldn’t have said that. Forget it.”

“No,” you said firmly, reaching out to touch his arm. “Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out.”

He stilled under your touch, his gaze hesitantly meeting yours.

“Matt,” you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion. “I’m in love with you too. I have been for a while, but I was scared to say anything. I didn’t want to lose you.”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to process your words. “You… you mean that?”

You nodded, a small, tearful smile breaking through. “Yes, Matt. I mean it.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hand reaching up to cup your face gently. “I thought I was too late.”

“You’re not too late,” you whispered, leaning into his touch. “You’re exactly what I’ve been waiting for.”

The tension between you dissolved, replaced by a warmth that felt like coming home.

Matt stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his hand still cupping your face. His thumb brushed against your cheek, gentle and hesitant, as though he was afraid you might disappear.

“You really mean that?” he asked, his voice quiet but full of emotion.

You smiled, nodding as tears pricked at your eyes. “Yes, Matt. I mean it. I’ve been in love with you for a while. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

He let out a soft, shaky laugh, his eyes glistening. “You’re serious? After all this time, I thought… I thought I was just the guy you came to when you needed someone to vent to or—”

“Stop,” you interrupted, reaching up to take his hand in yours. “You’re so much more than that to me, Matt. You’ve always been more.”

Matt’s lips parted, and for a moment, it looked like he might say something, but instead, he just gazed at you with a mix of wonder and disbelief. Slowly, his free hand came up to rest on your other cheek, framing your face.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “But I was scared too. I thought maybe you’d laugh or tell me it was just me misreading everything.”

“Matt,” you said softly, your hands moving to rest on his wrists. “You didn’t misread anything. It’s always been you.”

His breath hitched, and before either of you could second-guess the moment, he leaned in. The space between you disappeared, and his lips met yours in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, like he’d been waiting forever to do this.

Your heart soared as you kissed him back, your hands sliding up to grip his forearms. The kiss deepened, your emotions spilling over into every movement. His lips were warm, soft, and everything you’d imagined and more.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you breathless but smiling. Matt let out a soft laugh, his hands still on your face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said, his voice low and full of affection.

You laughed too, your cheeks warm. “I think I have some idea.”

Before either of you could say anything else, the door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall.

“FINALLY!” Chris shouted, his voice echoing in the room.

Nick was right behind him, clapping loudly. “About damn time!”

You and Matt both jumped, turning to face them in shock.

“Chris!” Matt snapped, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “What the hell?”

“What?” Chris said, grinning ear to ear. “You’ve been in here forever. We figured something dramatic was happening, but *this*—” He gestured between the two of you. “This is way better than I expected.”

Nick leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Seriously, we’ve been waiting for you two to figure this out for *years.*”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Oh my god, you guys.”

Matt looked like he wanted to crawl under the bed, but he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “Can you not?”

“Nope,” Chris said, crossing his arms. “This is a moment, and we’re celebrating it. You’re welcome, by the way, for leaving you alone long enough to get there.”

Nick grinned. “So… do we tell Mom and Dad? Or should we wait for the engagement?”

“Nick, I swear—” Matt started, standing up, but Nick and Chris both bolted out of the room, laughing.

You and Matt exchanged a look, both of you exasperated but also unable to stop smiling.

“Do you see what I have to deal with?” he asked, gesturing toward the open door.

You laughed, reaching out to take his hand. “I think I can handle it.”

He squeezed your hand, his expression softening as he looked at you. “I’m really glad you’re here, you know that?”

“Me too,” you said, your smile widening. “Even if your brothers are a little much.”

“A little?” Matt teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re being generous.”

You laughed again, your heart feeling lighter than it had in years.

☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆

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[midnightwritingsessions]

Cigarettes and conversations

Summary: After having a bad day a stranger comforts you at the bar. This stranger somehow becomes a big part of your life.

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A/n: working the 6 days before Christmas in retail is not for the weak I swear 🥲 I’m sorry for not being active but I should be back now my hours at work are going back down

Sorry it’s quite short!

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The pub was buzzing with life, laughter, and music spilling out through the slightly cracked door. Inside, your friends were chatting away, entirely immersed in their conversation. But you couldn’t focus tonight, not with the weight of the day sitting squarely on your shoulders. So here you were, standing just outside in the crisp evening air, your coat pulled tight against the chill. A cigarette dangled from your fingers, glowing faintly in the dim light of the streetlamp. You took a slow drag, trying to let the nicotine calm the storm brewing in your head.

“You alright there, love?” The voice came from a few feet away, startling you slightly. You turned your head and immediately froze. It was him. Louis Tomlinson, standing casually with his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. His blue eyes held a hint of concern, his head tilted just enough to make it clear he was genuinely asking. You blinked, unsure what to say. “Uh… yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a breather” you said while pointing to behind you to the pub. He nodded slowly, his gaze flickering to your cigarette. “Mind if I join you?”. “Sure” you said, your voice coming out more casual than you felt.

Louis stepped closer, pulling out his own pack and lighting up with practiced ease. He leaned against the wall beside you, his movements relaxed but deliberate. For a moment, the two of you smoked in silence, the sound of distant chatter filling the space between. “Long day?” he asked finally, breaking the quiet. You exhaled a puff of smoke, glancing sideways at him. “You could say that”. He chuckled softly. “I could tell. You’ve got that look about you”. “What look?”. “You know” he said, gesturing vaguely with his cigarette. “The ‘I’d rather be anywhere else right now’ look”.

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, and Louis’s lips curved into a small smile. “Am I wrong?” he asked. “No” you admitted, shaking your head. “You’ve got me there”. He gave a small hum of acknowledgment, taking another drag. “Well, at least you’re out here. Better than bottling it all up, yeah?” You nodded, glancing down at your shoes. “What about you? Why are you out here instead of inside with your mates?”

Louis grinned. “Maybe I just had a feeling someone out here could use some company”. The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, and for the first time that evening, you felt the tension in your chest ease ever so slightly.

Over the next half hour, the two of you chatted about everything and nothing. Louis had a way of drawing you out, his playful banter balancing perfectly with his moments of genuine interest. You found yourself laughing at his quick wit, forgetting for a while why you’d even needed to escape in the first place. When you finally stubbed out your long gone cigarette, Louis did the same, turning to you with a curious look. “So” he said, “you heading back inside?” You hesitated, unsure if you were ready to dive back into the noise and energy of the pub. Louis seemed to pick up on your hesitation, because he added, “Or we could stay out here a bit longer. No pressure”. You smiled, grateful for his understanding. “Let’s stay. It’s quieter”. “Good choice” he said, his eyes twinkling.

That night turned out to be the beginning of something neither of you could have predicted. Over the weeks that followed, you and Louis kept in touch. He started texting you casually little jokes, updates about his day, or random thoughts that made you laugh out loud. Before you knew it, those texts turned into phone calls, and those phone calls turned into plans to meet up. At first, it was just friendly, grabbing coffee, taking a walk in the park, sharing another cigarette outside a different pub. But with each meeting, you couldn’t help but notice the way Louis looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention, or the way his voice softened just slightly when he said your name. You hoped that you weren’t imagining these things and that maybe in the not so distant future he might act on whatever it is he’s feeling. Looking back you were now more grateful for the bad day you had, never imagining that it could have lead you to something so special in the future.

[deansbeer]

★ soup, snuggles, and mr. wiggles // beau arlen.

synopsis. you're sick during a visit to montana, but your dad, comes to the rescue with chicken star soup, snacks, and your old childhood stuffed bear, reminding you that you're never too old to be cared for.

warning(s). fluffy fluff fluff | older daughter!reader | caregiving dad beau | mild illness (stomach bug) | nausea | fatigue | father-daughter bonding | nostalgia | childhood memories (beloved stuffed bear & favorite soup).

kari yaps. i love my pretty cowboy sheriff sososo much && literally don't have anything written for him + this idea was perfect for beau, because one im an older sister / daughter myself & two my brain was wired up @ 2am ???? n i took that opportunity to write. but i only got halfway & BARELY got to finishing it 2day.

you knew it was a bad idea the second you bit into the chicken sandwich. something about it tasted... off, but you hadn't eaten at all during your flight from houston to montana, and your stomach didn't give you much of a choice. by the time you arrived at the airbnb you rented, you were already feeling the first signs of regret—your stomach twisting uncomfortably, your body heavy with fatigue. you chalked it up to exhaustion from the drive, but when you woke up the next morning, nausea hit you like a freight train.

you'd planned today for weeks—just you and your dad, a father-daughter day he'd been talking about nonstop since you told him you were visiting. he'd even promised emily she'd get her turn after you left because, as he put it, "this one's special. just me and my girl." and now, lying on the couch of your airbnb, wrapped in a blanket, you felt guilt gnawing at you because there was no way you could keep those plans. your stomach rolled again, and you groaned, reaching for your phone to call him.

"hey, sweetheart," he answered on the first ring, his voice bright with excitement. "you ready for me to pick you up? i've got the whole day mapped out—breakfast, a little fishing, and maybe we can stop by that trail you liked last time."

you winced, both at the enthusiasm in his voice and the wave of nausea that hit you. "uh, about that…"

he instantly picked up on your tone. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you said quickly, even though your voice was weak. "i just… i don't think i can make it today. i'm not feeling great."

"not feeling great how?" his voice lost its lightness, replaced by concern.

"it's nothing, dad. probably just something i ate. i just need to rest, that's all."

there was a pause, and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. "where are you staying again? that little airbnb by the creek?"

"dad, no, you don't have to—"

"i'll be there in twenty," he said firmly, already moving. "and don't even think about arguing with me."

you sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to stop him. "fine. okay, dad."

"what kind of dad would i be if i didn’t take care of my girl when she's sick?" he said, his voice softening. "sit tight, sweetheart. i'll be there soon."

true to his word, twenty minutes later, you heard the familiar rumble of his car pulling into the driveway. you managed to shuffle to the door, opening it just as he walked up, two large grocery bags in his hands and a determined look on his face.

"you look terrible," he said bluntly, though the warmth in his eyes softened the blow. "not that you're not still the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

"thanks, dad," you muttered, stepping aside to let him in. "just what every girl wants to hear."

he set the bags on the counter and turned to you, his hands on his hips. "all right, let's see what we've got here. crackers, ginger ale, that soup you used to love when you were little—chicken and stars, remember that?—and some popsicles, because you'd always ask for those when you were sick. oh, and a heating pad, in case you've got chills."

you felt a lump rise in your throat as you watched him unpack everything, his movements quick and efficient. he was always like this when you were a kid—hands-on, attentive, making sure you had everything you needed even when life got chaotic. and now, standing in your little airbnb kitchen, he looked just the same, though his beard was a little grayer and the lines around his eyes a little deeper.

"dad, you didn't have to do all this," you said, your voice thick with emotion.

he glanced at you, his expression softening. "yeah, i did. you're my kid, darlin'. it doesn't matter if you're five or twenty-five, i'm always gonna take care of you."

you blinked rapidly, willing the tears not to fall. "i suppose you're right."

he gave you a small smile before turning back to the bags. "and because i know you're gonna get crabby—don't deny it, you've always been a little bear when you're under the weather—I brought backup.” he pulled out a small stuffed bear, its brown fur worn and familiar. "found this guy in one of the storage boxes last week and figured you might need him."

you let out a surprised laugh, reaching for the bear. "oh my god, is this… is this mr. wiggles?"

"the one and only," he said, grinning. "thought he'd been retired, but desperate times call for desperate measures."

you hugged the bear to your chest, shaking your head. "you're ridiculous."

"and you love me for it," he said, nudging your shoulder gently. "now, go lie down. i'll heat up the soup and put on a movie."

you didn't argue, too tired and too grateful to protest. you curled up on the couch again, the blanket pulled snug around you and mr. wiggles tucked under your arm. a few minutes later, your dad appeared with a tray—soup, crackers, and a glass of ginger ale—and set it on the coffee table in front of you.

"all right, what's it gonna be?" he asked, grabbing the remote. "something funny? or one of those sappy movies you always make me watch?"

you smiled faintly. "sappy. but you're not allowed to complain."

"wouldn't dream of it," he said, settling into the recliner next to you. "though if i start crying, you're not allowed to tell anyone."

"deal," you said, your smile widening.

as the movie played, you found yourself relaxing for the first time all day. your dad stayed by your side, occasionally cracking jokes or making comments about the characters, his presence a constant comfort. and even though you felt awful, you couldn't help but feel a little better knowing he was there.

"thanks for coming, dad," you said softly as the credits rolled.

he reached over, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "always, sweetheart. you're stuck with your old man, whether you like it or not."

and in that moment, with the warmth of the blanket, the faint taste of ginger ale on your tongue, and your dad sitting nearby, you realized there was no place you’d rather be.

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[dark-elf-writes]

for ur birthday bash (happy extended bday by the way !!!!): nb izuku discovering theyre nb w fellow nb mentor!mic - w shitty parent!inko. as a bonus. :3

“Listener?”

Izumi blinked, dragging his eyes away from the ground so far below to need the gaze of the hero leaning casually against the low wall of the roof next to them.

(Mostly casually. Izuku didn’t miss they kept themself within arms reach. Just in case.)

“You’re Present Mic.” Normally Izuku would have been thrilled about it. Would have already been chattering away about quirks support gear, mind flashing through a dozen questions he has had from the moment he first heard them on the radio. But…

He was tired. He was hurting. He was… something that he couldn’t explain.

“I am, Listener. We’re across the street from the station, you know. Just right over there.” They pointed to a building across the way, tall and covered in neon signs.

Huh. Izuku hadn’t noticed. He had just picked the first building with mostly easy roof access he had found to think. An increasingly common occurrence after his meeting with All Might if he was entirely honest.

It figured he would pick the one spitting distance away from a hero on today of all days.

“So,” Present Mic drew the word out, long and almost teasing if not for the way they were hovering, “wanna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

They shrugged. “In my experience people don’t come to sit on the edge of roof’s with that kind of expression unless they have something worth talking about.”

Izuku shouldn’t. He should leave. He should run. He should—

“Every time I look in the mirror I want to scream.” Not the confession he had intended to say, but, considering how the last time he told a pro hero he was Quirkless went, the safer one. “My best friend hates me, and every time he hurts me or breaks my things I think I might hate him a little too but if I admit that he’s not really my friend then I’m actually alone. My mom keeps calling me the man of the house and her baby boy and every time she does I want to pull my skin off, but she doesn’t notice because she would have to actually look at me to see which she hasn’t done since I was five. I don’t even think she stays at the apartment just leaves some money on the table at the start of every month and a note to ‘Be a man.’”

Present Mic hummed so low Izuku could feel it in his chest. “Sounds like you have a whole lot to talk about, Listener.”

A choked laugh forced its way through Izuku’s too tight throat. He scrubbed under his eyes harshly to force away tears he couldn’t let fall. They didn’t help him last time he talked to a hero after all. “Yeah. Guess I do.”

Another hum, then, “Do you feel like a boy, Listener?”

Izuku opened his mouth, a reflexive agreement on his tongue, then snapped it closed again.

Did he feel like a boy? He had to… right? But no, he didn’t. Not when the hero standing next to him was proof.

(How a stranger had noticed in less than twenty minutes when no one else in Izuku’s life had said something that he was going to ignore.)

“You don’t need to answer now. Just think about it, yeah?” Present Mic tipped their head back into the warmth of the sun, a smile that wasn’t anywhere near happy on their face. Their hair, down Izuku realized when he finally turned to look at them, practically glowed in the light. Liquid gold hanging around their shoulders.

Then, the moment passed, and Present Mic looked back at them with a smile that matched the warmth in their eyes. “If you want, there’s a training room in the station. I could show you some moves to protect yourself if that boy tries to hurt you again.”

Izuku knew he shouldn’t. Knew that it wouldn’t end well. Knew that if he was left alone on another roof, the story wouldn’t end so well a second time.

But as he looked at their green eyes and the gloved hand they held out to him, Izuku couldn’t have stopped the question if he had wanted to.

“Do you think that someone without a quirk can still be a hero?”

“Of course.” Present Mic didn’t so much as hesitate. Don’t even have to think about it. Like it was a given. “Plenty of heroes have non combat quirks, why couldn’t someone quirkless be a hero like them?”

Izuku laughed as he took that gloved hand, feeling lighter than he had in years.

[isak-dot-gov]

Awkward Beginnings

Pairing: Inês Bettencourt x Media Team!Reader

Word count: 1311

My Masterlist :)

The gym was alive with the usual chatter and buzz of sneakers squeaking against polished floors. You moved through it, your camera gear slung over your shoulder, getting used to your new role with the UConn women’s basketball media team. It was a busy but rewarding job, and it kept your mind focused—until a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Hold up—no way! Is that who I think it is?” KK Arnold’s voice rang out, filled with surprise and joy. You turned, a smile forming as soon as you spotted her jogging over, her eyes sparkling with recognition.

“KK!” you laughed, feeling a warmth of nostalgia wash over you as she pulled you into a tight hug. It was strange but comforting to see someone from your high school days after so long.

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re here!” KK said, pulling back with a wide grin. “How did we not know we were going to the same school?”

You shrugged, still trying to process it. “I guess life just got busy. But yeah, I just started with the media team.”

“Perfect! You have to meet everyone,” she said, already grabbing your arm and guiding you through the gym.

She introduced you to the team, pointing out each player with a little anecdote or joke. When you reached the last of the group, KK motioned toward a girl standing near the back. “And this is Inês.”

Inês looked up, and your breath caught for a second. She was striking, her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, eyes deep and expressive. She nodded slightly, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw her jaw tense.

“Hi, Inês,” you said, giving her a warm smile. 

“Hello,” she replied, her voice soft and almost unsure, like she wasn’t quite prepared to speak. Her eyes met yours for a second before skittering away, and she shifted on her feet. The silence felt longer than it should have, and when she didn’t say anything more, KK gave you a playful nudge to move on. But the moment lingered in your mind, making you wonder if you’d done something wrong.

Over the next few weeks, the team became a routine part of your life. You captured candid moments during practices, joked with the players, and even shared post-game pizza nights. Most of the team opened up to you quickly, treating you like you’d been part of their world for years. Except Inês.

The first time you tried to approach her alone, she was tying her shoes on the bench, and you’d wanted to ask her about the latest highlight reel. “Hey, Inês, quick question about—”

“Oh!” She nearly dropped her water bottle and fumbled to catch it, her face going red. “Um, sorry. What did you need?” 

“Just wondering if you could tell me what plays you wanted to feature for the reel,” you said, keeping your tone light.

She nodded so fast it was almost comical. “Yeah, sure. I’ll, uh, write it down for you later, okay?” And before you could say anything else, she was halfway across the gym, joining a group of her teammates.

Another time, you were packing up your camera after a game when you noticed her walking by. You decided to wave, offering her a smile. She hesitated for a second, then gave a small wave back but misjudged her step and almost bumped into a cart of basketballs. You could see her cheeks turning red even from a distance as she mumbled an apology to no one in particular and sped off before you could even say hi.

The moment that stuck with you the most, though, was during a team lunch. The cafeteria buzzed with laughter and conversation, and you found yourself seated across from Inês for the first time. You tried to start a casual conversation, but every question seemed to make her more uncomfortable.

“So, how did you end up choosing UConn?” you asked, genuinely interested.

Inês took a sip of her drink too quickly and coughed, her face going red as she struggled to answer. “Um, I—” She cleared her throat. “I just really liked the program.” The last word came out as more of a squeak, and she immediately looked down at her plate, avoiding your eyes.

The silence that followed was heavy, and before you could say anything to ease it, Azzi leaned over and rescued the conversation with a joke about her own first awkward day at UConn. But the whole time, you couldn’t help but notice Inês sneaking glances at you when she thought you weren’t looking, her expression torn between embarrassment and something else you couldn’t quite place.

Despite these moments, your initial excitement about the job was starting to be tinged with confusion. Why was she like this around you? Everyone else had been so easygoing, so friendly. But Inês’s cold silence—and the awkward moments that seemed to define every interaction—was beginning to make you feel like she simply didn’t want you around.

You started keeping your distance, exchanging polite nods when necessary but otherwise trying to spare both of you the awkward encounters.

One evening, the team gathered at Jana’s dorm for a casual night in. The room was filled with laughter, the smell of pizza, and the background noise of a movie that no one was really watching. Inês sat in a corner, fidgeting with her phone, while KK, Azzi, and Paige bantered loudly.

Azzi raised an eyebrow and leaned over to Jana. “Hey, anyone else notice how Inês goes mute whenever Y/n’s around?”

Jana smirked, nodding. “It’s like she forgets how to talk,” she joked, earning a few chuckles.

Inês’s face flushed, and she put her phone down, unable to ignore the conversation anymore. “It’s not… I just… she makes me nervous, okay?” The words tumbled out, and the room fell silent for a beat.

KK’s eyes softened as understanding dawned on her. “Oh. Oh.”

Inês sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I keep thinking I’ll say something stupid. She’s just… she’s amazing, and I don’t know how to be normal around her.”

Azzi smiled, leaning over to nudge her friend. “Well, you’re definitely not doing yourself any favours by being awkward.”

“Just talk to her, Inês,” Jana added. “Trust me, you’re making this way harder than it has to be.”

Inês nodded slowly, a mix of hope and anxiety flickering in her eyes. Tomorrow, she decided.  Tomorrow, she would find the courage.

The next day, you were setting up equipment by the sidelines when you heard familiar, tentative footsteps behind you. You turned and saw Inês standing there, looking as if she was summoning all her courage just to stay put.

“Hey, Y/n. Do you have a second?” she asked, her voice soft but more determined than before.

You set down your equipment, surprise mixing with curiosity. “Yeah, of course.”

She shifted nervously, but she didn’t break eye contact. “I know I’ve been… off around you, and I’m sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable. It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s… actually the opposite.” She took a shaky breath. “You make me nervous because I think you’re amazing, and I never know what to say.”

A wave of relief washed over you as her words sank in. “Really? I thought you didn’t like me.”

She let out a short, nervous laugh, her shoulders relaxing for the first time. “Not at all. I was wondering… would you maybe want to get coffee sometime? Just us.”

Your smile grew, the tension that had been building for weeks melting away. “I’d love that, Inês.”

Her face brightened, the nervous energy giving way to something softer, more hopeful. And as she walked away, you couldn’t help but feel that this was the start of something new, something that had been worth every awkward moment.

[quilly72]

Corinna woke up inside her luxurious house as she started her morning routine she fired up the oven as she grabbed her eggs out of the fridge her pan heating up. She grabbed a glass of juice as she meandered over to her windows. She stared at the scenery surrounding her massive house as a glint caught her eye. A bright light shimmering up above in the dusky sky.

She opened the sliding glass door as she walked to the balcony. The light grew green and then larger as the star seemed to radiate out in front of her. Corinna felt drawn to it as it got... Closer...

Corinna jumped as she realized the beam was growing far too largem the massive beam bounding forward. "Fuck" she ran for the door as the beam radiated over her entire house. Her home backing out and loosing power as she fell to the floor.

A static shock surging inside of her as she clawed her way inside. The beam passed through her as she slammed the door behind her. Regathering her breath as she sat up. "What the fuck was that"

Corinna winced as she felt a shock course through her body. Her clothes growing slightly tighter as it did. She plucked at her bra as she readjusted the cups. Her panties wedged into her butt as she shimmied forward.

Corinna finally regathered her breath as she pulled out her phone. She rebooted it as it slowly came back to life. Her body twinging with electricity as she raised up slowly. The difference so slight she barely even noticed. Her cups readjusted again as her boobs grew out another cm. Her body slowly strectching upwards.

She finally unlocked her phone as she called her friend over. "Get over here now I need you".

She hung up as her body was zapped again. She winced as she felt her bra pinch into her.

...

Bella pulled up into the driveway. The world around eerily quiet as she walked up to the front door. She knocked on the hard wood as she heard someone inside scurrying towards the door. The lock was undone as the door swung open. Her former 4'10 friend was... Taller... No

Before she could process what was happening Corinna snatched her inside locking the door behind her. They rushed to the outside balcony as Corinna pointed into the sky.

"okay I know this sounds crazy but earlier today there was a star and as I stared at it it got brighter and then it hit me and now I feel weird and I need

Bella hugged her fired as Corinna was muffled underneath her. Corinna twinged with another shock as she shuddered up an inch. Her head nuzzling under bellas chin

"thanks for coming it's just... Something wrong and I don't know what it.. iiiis"

She winced again as her body felt another jolt of electricity shoot through it. "I keep getting shocked and it's not stopping. In fact it keeps speeding up "

As she said this she slowly raised up two more inches. The tip of her forehead now falling halfway up her friends face. Her boobs bulged over her bra as her panties groaned against her widening hips.

Bella gasped as she watched her friend slowly raise up higher. "Corinna did you just.. grow"

Corinna shot back as she stared at bella. "No that's impossible I didn't just growwmmmm"

She winced again as her body racked with electricity. Her skin spamsing under it's voltage as she raised up three inches. Corinna rested at 5'6" as she gasped. Her eyeline raising up to meet her friends as she spasmed. Her panties and bra growing uncomfortably tight as she grew." No that's impossible your like 8 inches taller than me I can't just be getting biggeeEer"

She yelped as another shock spread across her body. Her eye line raising 4 inches to 5'10" her panties practically disappeared into her ass as her boobs bulged over her cups to an alarming rate. She stared down at her cleavage as her fired sat her down. Corinna began hyperventilating as she felt another shock start to power up inside of her." Bella I can't stop we need to get help. " Corinna winced as she felt another jolt hit her.

Her body rasing up 5 inches to 6'3" her knees raised up as her legs bent up higher. Her feet planted firm against the ground. Her hips finally snapped her onagies as she sat half naked in her balcony chair. Bella sitting across from her. " What am I going to do I'm way too big. I don't even know how big I am"

Bella stared at her friend dumbfounded. "Okay for one we are going to call for help and we gonna figure this out. Tell me everything again.

Corinna didn't seem to pay attention as she hit an epiphany. The ruler. She rushed inside as bella chased after her.

Corinna sprinted into her house towards her ruler on the wall. Her body twitching and growing half a foot all at once. Her 6'9" body tripping and nearly falling forward as she tripped over her long legs. Her bra popping off as she stood against the wall. She placed her hand above her head marking her height as she turbed around. Her height raising up as she looked at the mark. A whole foot added on as she watched her hand lower from the tip of her head to her bosom all at once. Her boobs surged forward into the wall as she grew to nearly 8 ft tall.

Corinna winced as her jewelry shattered off of her. She stared at the ceiling above her realizi g she had just imprisoned herself. Bella finally caught up as she gasped. Her friend now considerably larger and speeding up. "Corinna what happened.

She turned around staring at bella as she awkwardly smirked. Well I'm 7 ft last I cheEEecked.

Another surge sent her head to the ceiling. She recoiled forward as she rubbed her head. The dust flying down as she raised up two feet all at once. Corinna eyes shot wide as she leaned forward. Her back leaning above bella as her boobs hovered above her friend.

"I shouldn't of come in here" she whimpered.

She began waddling out as another surge hit her. Corinna gasped as her back flew into the ceiling. Her head now 14 ft tall.

She regained her balance as she dragged her upper back across the ceiling walking forward. "Bella get out of here." Bella rantheouvhthe front door as Corinna felt another surge build up "fuck no hold it back girl yougotthiIiiIsSS."

Her butt flew into the roof breaking a beam as she fell forward

Her massive cleavage cushioning her fall as her Legs soared backwards. Now 20 ft tall she began army crawling her way to the door. She squeezed hereayto the sliding glass door as she punched her hand through it. Corinna squeezed her head through as she spasmed again. "NO NO NO FUUUUC"

Her body doubled it's size as she felt the energy grow inside of her. Her skin glwounga feint green as she filled the rooms behind her. Her legs flailing around knocking walls and furniture to the ground. Hef butt grew to the ceiling. As her cleavage broke and shattered the glass wall. Her head broke the door frame as she outgrew her house

"TOO BIG TOO BIG NO I CAN'T KEEP...

She spasmed forward her house crumpling under her. Her legs rushing our onto the street as she flung arou from her butt. She sat up as she watched balla slowly shrivel backwards "bella get help"

Corinna huffeed as her growth finally stopped. Her friend driving off for help as she stared back into the sky. A green light radiating down towards her friend in the car.

[6azia]

Faking for real?| Chuuya x Dazai

—summary. It's only a mission, so why was Chuuya feeling that way to Dazai

—content warning. only light angst

—word count. 1,2k

—azia‘s notes. @pill0wc4se I finally finished it and I will continue watching bsd after finishing arcane <3

The dim room buzzed with the tension of an unasked question, but the answer was already on Kunikida’s clipboard.

“The two of you will need to attend the Black Sun Gala as a couple.”

Chuuya froze mid-eye-roll, turning toward the stern-faced detective. “What?”

Kunikida adjusted his glasses. “The syndicate hosting the gala values appearances of commitment in its ranks. They’ll only let in established pairs. You and Dazai are the most believable option.”

Dazai, who had been lounging in his chair with his usual lack of enthusiasm, suddenly perked up. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he leaned toward Chuuya. “Hear that, Chuuya? We’re finally making it official.”

“Shut up, you idiot!” Chuuya barked, his hands already curling into fists. “Why can’t someone else do it? I don’t even like him, let alone—”

“You’re the only ones with enough chemistry to sell this,” Kunikida interrupted. “Chemistry?” Chuuya snapped.

Dazai smirked. “You hear that, darling? We’re practically meant to be.”

“I swear to God, Dazai—”

“Enough,” Kunikida barked. “The gala is in two days. Practice your... dynamic. That’s an order.”

Chuuya groaned, dragging his hand down his face. This mission was going to kill him.

—

The rehearsal began in Chuuya’s apartment, a space he quickly regretted allowing Dazai into.

“Alright, listen up,” Chuuya said, pacing the room like a commander preparing for battle. “We’ll keep it simple: hold hands, maybe a kiss on the cheek if we have to. None of your over-the-top, attention-grabbing crap.”

Dazai, sprawled on the couch like he owned the place, propped his chin on his hand. “Oh, Chuuya, where’s the passion? The romance? If we’re going to do this, we need to make it convincing.” Chuuya glared at him. “Convincing? You couldn’t convince a blind man you’re serious about anything.”

“Harsh,” Dazai said with a pout. “But I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent actor. Want a demonstration?”

“Not really.”

Too late. Dazai stood and closed the distance between them in a single, fluid motion. He took Chuuya’s hand in his and gazed into his eyes with a level of sincerity that caught Chuuya off guard.

“My dearest Chuuya,” Dazai said, his voice low and smooth, “from the moment I saw you, I knew I couldn’t live without you.” Chuuya’s face turned red, and he yanked his hand away. “Cut it out, idiot!”

Dazai grinned. “See? You’re already blushing. I’m just that good.” Chuuya turned away, muttering under his breath. Idiot. It’s not because of you...

—

The Black Sun Gala was a picture of opulence: glittering chandeliers, golden drapes, and a sea of well-dressed criminals.

Chuuya hated every second of it. Not because of the danger, but because of the way Dazai’s arm rested around his waist, pulling him closer with every passing minute.

“Relax, love,” Dazai murmured in his ear, his breath warm against Chuuya’s skin. “You’re supposed to look like you enjoy this.”  

Chuuya gritted his teeth, forcing a tight smile. “Don’t push your luck.”

They moved through the crowd, playing their roles perfectly. Dazai was charming, effortlessly mingling with the guests, while Chuuya stayed close, his sharp eyes scanning for any signs of trouble.

At one point, a woman approached them, her gaze flicking between the two. “You two make quite the pair,” she said with a sly smile.

Dazai tightened his hold on Chuuya, pulling him even closer. “Oh, we do, don’t we? He’s my everything.” Chuuya’s face burned. “Tch. Don’t flatter yourself,” he muttered, though he didn’t push Dazai away. 

After some pleasantries they both went back. 

—

Back in their shared hotel room after the event, Chuuya sat by the window, a glass of wine in hand. “You were quieter than usual tonight,” Dazai said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m just tired of playing pretend,” Chuuya replied, staring out at the city lights.

Dazai chuckled, flopping onto the bed. “Playing pretend is the easy part. It’s when the lines blur that it gets tricky.”

Chuuya glanced at him, his chest tightening. Do you even realize what you’re saying?

He turned back to the window, his grip on the glass tightening. Damn it, Dazai. When did I start... feeling this way? And why does it have to be you?

“Don’t overthink it, Chuuya,” Dazai said, as if sensing his turmoil. “We’re almost done here.”

“Yeah,” Chuuya muttered. “Almost.” With one big gulp he downed his glass.

—

The next and  final night of the mission brought a new level of tension. They were supposed to blend in, but Chuuya was struggling to keep his emotions in check.

Dazai, ever perceptive, noticed. “Chuuya, you’ve been acting weird lately.”

Chuuya scoffed, trying to deflect. “I’m fine. Focus on the mission.” Dazai grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “Is that all you care about? The mission?”

Chuuya froze, his heart pounding. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snapped back, trying to free himself of the grip without drawing too much attention on the both of them.

“You’re hiding something,” Dazai said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “And you’re terrible at it.”

Chuuya yanked his hand away, his frustration boiling over. “You don’t see anything, do you? You think everything’s just a game!”

Dazai’s expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. “Chuuya...”

“Forget it,” Chuuya muttered, turning away. “You wouldn’t understand even if I explained it.”

—

Later that night, Chuuya sat on the rooftop, the cold wind biting at his skin. He stared up at the stars, his thoughts a tangled mess.

He heard footsteps behind him and sighed. “What do you want, Dazai?”

Dazai sat down beside him, his usual grin replaced with something softer. “You always run off to rooftops when you’re upset.”

Chuuya didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the horizon. They sat in silence for a while, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Finally, Dazai spoke. “You’re not as hard to read as you think, Chuuya.”

Chuuya turned to him, his hands tensing on the concrete floor. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Dazai’s gaze softened. “It means... maybe I don’t see everything, but I see enough.” He mumbled while tracing Chuuya’s fingers and finally cupping his hand on his own.

Chuuya’s breath caught. “Dazai, I-”

Before he could finish, Dazai leaned in, pressing a light, fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Chuuya froze, his mind blank. When Dazai pulled back, his usual smirk returned. “There. That’ll help sell it, right?”

Chuuya stared at him, his heart aching. You really don’t get it, do you?

But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he looked away, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “That’ll do.” 

After that, Chuuya was left in his conflicted sea of thought, while Dazai made his way back inside to the gala.

“That has to do unfortunately for forever” Chuuya breathed out into the dark night. Looking up into the sky there were two bright stars beside each other, twinkling, reminding him no matter how close he will ever get it will never be enough for Dazai to understand his feelings fully.

A warm tear escaped his eye and landed beside his now relaxed hand. One day in the afterworld maybe. Chuuya mused around and stayed there till the gala ended.

[coreytasticc]

Realising that my ideal body and outfit is just Sheva Alomar if she were ripped as fuck is... something.

[nerdie-faerie]

Just when I think the day's going well, I crash a golf cart