#so pleaaaase. no one take this the wrong way

[fictoweirdoesten]

Only Just a Dream

cw: gn! reader x lads men (poly). use of petnames (pipsqueak, pips, sweetie, kitten, 'darling light', cutie). dialogue by color (because I'm not confident that y'all will understand who's talking because my writing skills suck). mostly fluff but hard-hitting angst(reader has depression)towards the end, and then slight fluff right at the end.

a/n: let me know if the color dialogue is too distracting, I'll change it back. wanted to write this to forget about my ex-bsf for at least 30 minutes because heh, bpd, can't stop thinking about them.

update: bpd is so funn that I don't miss them anymore and instead completely hate them<3

idk i just wish i had the lads guys as friends maaaaaaaaan im really going through it rn uhhhh hope you enjoy reading ♡

"Cuuutie! Wake uuuuup!"

You groan, clutching onto your pillow as you try to ignore the person waking you up.

"Pleaaaase? You've been asleep aaaall day!"

The person tugs at your arm before gripping on it, attempting to pull you out of the bed. It's not until a few tugs later that you fully register what's going on. Your eyes suddenly widen, darting to the man beside you. Your heart races when you take in his appearance, the way his pretty blue and pink eyes stare down at you with a mix of confusion and admiration. He eases his grip on your arm, leaning closer to you with a slight smirk on his face.

"What? Had a nightmare?" he teases, but there's a hint of genuine concern in his voice. He moves his hand to your cheek, carressing it gently. "Don't worry. Your very strong boyfriend is here to protect you."

He chuckles, but you don't. "I can't believe it," you think to yourself, eyes darting all over the Lemurian. "Is he...? Am I...?"

"That big dummy is making breakfast." Your heart beats at his words, already guessing who this 'big dummy' could be. Rafayel notices your sudden excitement and lets out a scoff, shrugging his shoulders. "I knew your back was big, but man, didn't know you'd get that excited over-"

Before he could finish, you're already out of the ridiculously-large bed and pacing down the hallway. You stop, almost turning into a puddle of goo right there as your eyes spot two men in the kitchen. One of them is wearing nothing but a frilly red apron and some gray sweatpants, his attention on the stove as he holds the pan with one hand and a spatula on the other. The other is holding a cup of coffee, his hazel eyes slowly glancing up from his phone to you as he takes another sip.

"...Well good morning," Zayne gently smiles, setting his mug down and resting his chin on his hand. "You slept long enough. We were starting to get worried yknow." Caleb quickly moved his gaze to you when he heard Zayne, a lovestruck grin on his face. "If you keep sleeping in like that, I might have to start breathing down your neck every night until you fall asleep at an appropriate time, pipsqueak."

Before you could respond, Zayne interrupts you with a slight chuckle. "Your 'pipsqueak' has been mentally exhausted lately, Caleb. I'll jump in if it becomes an issue." Caleb lets out a quiet "hmph", focusing his attention back at the stove. "I'm almost done with breakfast. Pancakes for Sylus and Zayne, waffles for Rafayel and Xavier, and french toast for you and me."

Sylus? Xavier?

Caleb winks at you, giggling at the flustered look on your face. "What's wrong pips? Looks like you're spacin' out." You let out a slight, almost forced laugh, eyes glancing around the room for Sylus and Xavier, but you don't notice them. You also don't notice Rafayel walking past you, letting out a whine as he leans his head against Caleb's back, rubbing his forehead against his apron.

"When's breakfast ready? I'm hungryyyyyy!"

"Soon, you bratty fish! Now-"

You quickly tune them out, still trying to figure out the whereabouts of the last two men. Zayne notices, letting out a fake cough to catch your attention.

"Suprisingly, those two woke up earlier than you today. Since it's a bit cloudy out, Sylus wanted to go walk, and Xavier went to join him."

"If I'm right, they should be here about now-"

As soon as the words leaves Zayne's lips, the sound of the door unlocking catches your attention. You start walking towards the front door, watching as the two men walk inside and instantly meet your gaze.

"Kitten? I thought you were busy hibernating today," Sylus smirks, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his hand resting on your shoulder momentarily before he lets go, walking past you as he takes off his jacket. Xavier decides to lean his head onto your shoulder, letting out a satisfied hum as he nuzzles against you. "How was the walk Xavier," you ask, your hand moving to his hair, fingers dancing along his scalp. "Mh. It was okay-"

"Not fair! Why didn't I get a pet today!" You glance behind you to see a pissed off Rafayel darting towards the both of you. He flicks at Xavier's forehead, causing the man to groan and stare daggers into him. The both of them are pouting now, and you can't help but giggle as you move and rub your fingers gently against Rafayel's temple. Rafayel lets out a sound similar to a purr, leaning against your touch as he grabs your hand and rubs against your palm.

"Hey! I want a pet too!" You hear Caleb shout from the kitchen, his voice playful, but there's a needy undertone to it that you almost miss. Sylus and Zayne let out a sigh as they sit across from each other at the dining table, shaking their heads like disappointed, but doting parents.

"What are we going to do with them, Zay?"

"I don't know, but I would like it if you wouldn't steal my coffee, Sylus."

Sylus's smirk becomes devious as he glares at Zayne, his hand stopping at the mug's handle. He eventually lets go after a brief staring contest between them, sitting back in his chair as he shrugs and glances away.

"...Your coffee is too sweet for me anyway."

You can't help but let out a fit of laughter at everything that's going on. You haven't felt this happy in a long time. It feels so good to laugh, you suddenly remember.

"Wooow, someone remembered how to be happy, guys."

"My darling light, what's got you so giggly this morning?"

"I've almost missed that laugh of yours, you know."

"Looks like this kitten realized just how loved it is."

"Hey, my sweet baby apple, breakfast is-!"

Your eyes snap open. You glance around, dread slowly creeping in once you realize that you're back in your bed again. That it really was a dream. That you won't ever have that clingy somebody waking you up in the morning, that you won't be greeted with breakfast and a smile, that you won't ever feel as loved as you were in that dream.

And then your phone buzzes. It isn't anyone, you already know, but you can't help but hope anyway. Hope that maybe someone does care.

Love&deepspace:

Rafayel: Cuuuutie! Where are you??? I'm bored in this dumb studio, come say hello!

Xavier: I'm sleepy....let's cuddle together...

Zayne: When I'm done with work today, do you want to hang out? I'm in the mood for sweets.

Sylus: In the mood to shop sweetie? I'll come visit you this evening, be ready.

Caleb: I've made breakfast for you, so come over, okay?

...maybe...maybe you really are loved, after all.

[cloversnstrawberries]

"this is no place of honor" parental!platonic yandere!supervillian & gn!neglected!hero sidekick!reader [oneshot] ! !

intro | masterlist

description; There has always been something wrong with you, with your powers-- nearly everyone who knows you has said so, one way or another. You wouldn't blame them-- if you overuse your powers even the teensiest bit, you quite literally become a passive threat to national security. When you break down to your new friend, Erin, about a recent incident-- you never expected for them to disagree with everyone else. To disagree with you on the matter.

additional notes; a short lil thing for malpractice, because he is... lowkey my favorite. PLEASE send in asks about this man i love him and would love to spill my ideas everywhere like spaghetti out my pocket. if you want to learn anything about worldbuilding, the agency, the hero reader works with, readers powers as well, PLEAAAASE let me know because i will infodump so hard. a torrential downpour of information. pleek.

warnings; implied child abuse, neglect, and generally immoral conduct involving reader (done by the agency), hurt/comfort, manipulation, possessive behavior, overprotectiveness, corpses, dehumanization (agency to reader D:), Malpractice and his goshdang puppets again!!, unsettling behavior, & if there's anything major I missed, please let me know, and i'll add it!!

w/c; 1.8k

You don't know why this is happening, what broke the dam and let all your emotions come flowing free. You're happy, you should be happy-- you love hanging out with your friend, so why are you crying so much? It's not fair, you thought you'd cried all you had back in your room.

Maybe it was the crushing kind of guilt about your situation right now. You aren't even supposed to be out of your room right now, much less the facility as a whole. It's not-- you should be safe to be around right now, so you didn't see much of a reason to skip out on your regular hangouts with your new friend.

Even if you had to sneak out for it. It's not like you're dangerous to be around anymore, the radioactive affect you emit should be long neutralized; the staff just wanted to keep you locked up to think about what you'd done.

And you'd thought plenty. That might be why your letting it all lose now, finally having someone to talk to that won't judge or shame you for your feelings for actions.

You've only known each other for about a month, you and Erin-- it's a terrifying thought, that this might cause them to pull away. To see how unstable you are, and decide to not want any part in your life.

If they did, then you wouldn't blame them. It's a terrible, awful feeling, being unable to control yourself. Curled up on the stone bench, settled in a quiet little grotto you'd taken to visiting a lot as of late-- your legs pulled to your chest, face pressed against your knees.

"I only wanted to help..." Despite how muffled your voice was, how crackly and warbled from how hard you were crying, you could still tell that Erin understood what you'd said.

Erin set a firm hand on your back, taking to rubbing calming little circles with their thumb. Your breath hitched, as a shuddering sob wracked your entire frame.

Deep down, you feel like you don't deserve this kind of comfort. Not after what you did, even if it was an accident. You didn't think that'd count as 'overusing your powers', enough to make you a biohazard--

"Shhh..." Erin soothed, their other hand gently holding your upper arm as you hiccupped and sniffled. "I know, I know. It's not your fault," And something about that set you off-- you'd feel better if they were blaming you, because they should be doing that.

With a monumental amount of effort (the kind that should get you an award), you pulled your face from where you'd been crushing it against the top of your knees, and looked Erin in the eyes. For just a second, before deciding it was too difficult right now, and casting your gaze to the ground as you spoke.

"No-- but, but it is! They, I-- I hurt someone, they're in the hospital fo-for radiation poisoning, and it's because of me--!" Erin's grip on your arm tightened just a fraction, but it was enough to cut your stumbling tirade short. On instinct, you looked back at their face--

You meant to only glance, before looking back to the ground. But there was something... off, in their gaze, that made you hold it. Out of fear, maybe-- something was wrong, something that wasn't wrong about 15 minutes ago when you'd entered the grotto to find them already there.

"You couldn't have known," They said with a firm kind of finality, the kind that you wouldn't dare try to argue. "And it's not like they're going to die, that level of radiation poisoning, from what you've told me of their symptoms; is hardly anything to sneeze at. Things are being blown out of proportion."

A few beats of silence passed, before your face wrenched up-- tears started anew, as you pitched forward into Erin's chest. They wrapped their arms around you in an embrace readily, like they'd been waiting their whole life to do so. Your arms wrapped around their waist in response, and they pulled you closer.

They were wearing a pretty sort of blouse-- your afraid it might be silk, with how it feels against your skin. As you cry and cry into their shoulder, you remember hearing that silk is so delicate that even water can stain it indefinitely.

But when you try to pull back, afraid that may be the case-- you find Erin's hand had settled on the back of your head, and gently guided your face back against their shoulder.

It broke you, that gesture. It might not be silk, you aren't very well-versed in these kinds of things first-hand; but if it was, which you think it may be, they're letting you stain it. The idea of it is enough to make all your walls come down, as sputtered out all your worries that's been building for months-- no, years-- before.

"I-- I jus' wanna help, that's all I wanna do! But I'm... i'm always treated like-- like a ticking timebomb or something! I don't wanna hurt people, I'm supposed to heal them-- but I can't-- I can't if I accidentally push myself too far and end up becoming a danger to everyone!" It all came tumbling out before you could even think to stop it,

But Erin took it in stride regardless. They shushed and soothed you in a way no one ever dared before-- not since the agency got it's hands on you when you were young, when your powers first presented.

It's a strange idea, that you've only known Erin for a month, if even that. They know things you don't think you've told them before, like that time you accidentally stole a sucker from a gas station a few months ago, or what your favorite school subject was.

They were simple things, though. Things you've told other friends before, so maybe it just slipped your mind that you told them after all. It feels like Erin has known you longer than you have, though.

It's an unsettling kind of thought, one that was a little difficult to shake off. But right now, you didn't have any wiggle-room to think about it. Right now, you were a little too focused on (metaphorically) spilling your guts all over the stone bench underneath you two.

By the time you'd gotten everything off your chest, your whole body felt heavy from exhaustion. Distantly, you could hear police canvasing the area-- could hear on of the facility directors speaking with them, no doubt looking for you.

Even if you had been given the go-ahead for this outing, you'd stayed out way too long. The sun was starting to set, and you never knew you could cry for that long.

Erin had held you through the whole thing, and had a hard time letting you go. When you tried to pull back, their hold kept steadfast. Their strength wasn't something you could've predicted-- but you were so out of it that you didn't question it much.

"I don' want them finding out about you." You mumbled against their shoulder, but they still didn't let up. You realized that their hearing probably wasn't as good as yours-- or they hadn't put two and two together yet,

"The agency's looking for me." Voice almost a whisper, you still knew they heard you. Because they immediately said "I know." And your brows furrowed, and Erin let you pull your head back just enough so you could look up at them.

They were looking down at you in turn, their eyes looked... well, maybe it was the dim lighting, but it looked like they had bloodshot eyes-- except the veins weren't red,

They were pitch black.

it has to be the lighting, you tell yourself as you swallowed past the lump in your throat. "I have to go." Voice wavering, you hoped Erin could pick up on how much you didn't want to leave. That this was outside of your control.

Erin just stared at you, unblinking. For a terrible, agonizingly long moment, they didn't look much like Erin at all. You don't know who they looked like, but it definitely wasn't the person you've become accustomed to in recent weeks.

"I know." They parroted back, continuing to stare at you. It was like they were mulling over something very important, but you couldn't put your finger on what exactly that something was,

Not until they suddenly said "I'm just debating whether or not I should let them have you." And you hope that they didn't mean for it to come off the way it did, like they were about to steal you away like a fairytale witch in the dead of night.

Despite your better judgement, you settled on the idea that they meant for it to be comforting. That's okay, sometimes the way you say things makes it come out a little off. You won't fault them for that.

"I promise I'll see you soon-- but probably a few more weeks. I'm sure I'll get in big trouble for this." Their arms tightened "That's exactly why I don't want to let them have you. You shouldn't get punished for wanting some fresh air."

Heart beating a bit faster now, you started to squirm. Voice a litle pitchy, as you begged Erin to "Please let me go-- they might hurt you if you don't. They don't want me forming any outside connections."

Still, they didn't let go.

"I can't lose you, please--" It might've been because of the way your voice cracked so pathetically, or how your eyes started to shine with tears again, that finally had Erin releasing you.

Quickly, you hopped off the stone bench; only to stumble and almost fall face-first to the ground, before Erin gently grabbed ahold of you and kept you steady, as your body adjusted to standing after sitting for so long.

You mumbled a quick thank you, before turning and giving Erin a quick goodbye hug. it's all you could afford right now, since you heard the voices coming closer. They can't see you two together, you know that much--

"Goodbye, Erin." You quietly said, giving a short wave and you sped-walked towards the entrance/exit of the grotto. Erin gave a little wave back, the movement jerky in a way that felt a little unnatural-- but who are you to judge?

"Goodbye, dear. I'll see you soon."

The facility had kept you locked up tight for longer than you'd expected-- but the time you got out of your 1 and 1/2 month long grounding, Erin was nowhere to be found.

In their place, however, was a younger boy-- closer to your age than Erin had been-- that claims to be Erin's little brother. Saying that Erin fell ill, but didn't want you to be alone. So they sent him, who was hilariously so, also named Aaron-- different spelling, though.

They don't look much alike, you don't think; but they might be adopted. It'd be rude to ask, so you keep quiet on it. They have a very similar smile, though-- same odd way of speaking at times.

[yourbasicqueerie]

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[spidybaby]

can we get a gavi the type pleaaaase i love your writing

Gavi the type

Summary: A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Gavi would be ✨️

Warnings: none 🫶🏻

I feel like he's the type to somehow always mention you in a conversation. No matter if the conversation is about grass, he would find a way to mention you.

"I prefer pasta with not that much Parmesan cheese." Frenkie says.

"I'm more into a lot of cheese, like all the time." Ansu jokes, making some of the guys laugh.

They were at a restaurant, having a nice out time, not being able to do that much because of training and the season being super heavy.

"Well, for me it depends." Pablo says, thinking of the times when he orders pasta at a restaurant or when he eat it.

"Depends on what?" Pedri asks.

"Well if I'm trying for the first time the dish, I like to eat it with no cheese so I can taste it. But, for an example if I order some carbonara then I'm asking for extra cheese, my girlfriend also loves some extra cheese with her carbonara."

Raphinha erupts in laughs, making the others follow.

"What?" Pablo asks, confused about their reaction.

"You own me 50 euros, Raph." Pedri patts his back. "You just make me win some money."

"I don't get it."

"We made a bet, if you somehow mention your girlfriend in the first twenty minutes Raph, Frenkie and Robert owned me and Pedri."

"Assholes." he says, rolling his eyes smiling at the thought of them knowing he would mention you.

He's the type to be very clingy when you're alone and kinda serious when you're with other people. But don't get me wrong, in front of his family and his closest friends he was his normal touchy one. But while you're outside and there's cameras taking pictures of his every move, he's not the most confortable. (As we know his father said he's very shy)

"Let's go, pretty girl." he says, grabbing your hand to make you spin. "that dress is ufff" he whistle making you blush

"Well you look very handsome yourself mister Páez." you blow him a kiss.

"Mister Páez is my dad." he laughs. "But thank you miss." You both join his parents at the living room. All ready to go out.

He asked you to go with him to Sevilla for his vacations, you doubt it at first. Knowing your relationship was not that new but fresh enough to not know his parents. But Aurora helped him with getting you to say yes. So you did.

You both walk hand in hand outside of the residency where his house is. Aurora and you were talking about some dress she wanted.

The streets were pretty lonely, not that much people. Mostly older people. But as you walk closer to the restaurant you notice more and more people and they also began noticing Pablo.

He let go of you, thing he usually does when you were in public. He was very touchy when you were alone, even with his parents there. But in public he's more shy, specially because he knows people often takes pictures of him.

Once you got inside and seated, he took your hand again, kissing and caressing it with his tumb.

"Omg, do you ever let her go?" Aurora jokes, making you both blush and his parents laugh.

"It's young love, rora." Belen says, "and don't talk too much because Javi and you are just like that." She makes everyone laugh.

You understand his situation, appreciating that he wants to protect you as much as he can.

He's the type to invite you to every single match he plays.

He's the type to be a super supportive partner.

As a romantic partner is even better, because he would be involved in every step of any new project. Even when he's very busy with his football career, he's there for you.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, confused about your abrupt decision. "I think you need to consider this a little bit more."

You were talking with him about college, you got a full scholarship into the University of Barcelona. Not sure if you wanted to go there you quickly threw the idea out. But when he found the letter they sent you, he was confused on why not even hear the whole proposal they offer you.

"I don't know, what if I'm not the right fit for this?" you say anxious about the whole thing.

"Don't say that, mi amor. You are the smartest person I've ever met."

"What if I'm not what they're looking for? what if I fail? I'm scared."

"Amor, please listen to me." he says, cuping your cheeks. "You're so smart, so hard working, such a good classmate and more. You're perfect for this, don't doubt it for a minute."

"You're the best, I love you."

"And I love you more."

He's the type to always kiss you, like everywhere (when you're in private, of course). There's like a thousand videos of him kissing the boys on the shoulder, on the cheek, on the head. He's a lover boy, he loves affection and loves giving affection.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks from outside the room. "We're going to be late, mi amor."

"I'm almost done. Can you help me here?"

He walks over to you, grabbing the necklace and clipping it for you.

"Let's go, pretty girl." He kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving from there to your neck and to your hair. "Princesa mía."

You smile at him, sending a kiss over the mirror. "Let's go."

You are on your way. He has his hands on yours, every red light he takes the opportunity to kiss it.

"Aurora, hola!" You hug her, saying your greetings while Pablo greets everyone else.

"You look amazing!"

"She always does." Pablo interrupts, hugging you by the waist and kissing your cheek. Making you blush.

He's the type to always post you on ig stories. I know he's very private and we all know he doesn't even control his insta post anymore, but I feel his stories are other thing, also he would only post you on his close friends.

He's on his phone all the time. We all see the barca videos of him on his phone. So I feel he's the type to always be in communication with you.

[qwordavoider]

Heeeeey baby! I'm back for more Make Me Write requests.

Could I get a bit of 🚁🚁🚁 pleaaaase?

Hi, my love! Of course you can. Here's some of Buck's POV that takes place at the same time as this snippet.

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Buck feels like he’s about to hack up a lung as he runs out of the building with the last victim. The building had started to go so they had to run out the back side. As they made their way to the exit, a support beam swung down and clipped Buck in the shoulder. Nothing too serious, at worst a nasty bruise and soreness for a few weeks, but his radio was busted. So he couldn’t give the all clear. He instead gripped the victim a little tighter and hauled them to the paramedics in the front of the building. 

He could tell something was wrong by the time he passed the victim off to the paramedics. Gerrard was yelling into his radio to get dogs on scene for a recovery. While Hen was yelling at him that he could still be alive. Who? Buck had thought he was the only one still left in there. Then he looks around for the man he knows was on the scene before Buck entered the building. When he scanned the scene twice and didn’t see Tommy, his stomach dropped. He went in after me.

Shit.

He runs for the engine and grabs as much cribbing as he can before rushing back to the building. Buck is about halfway there when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns and finds Hen, Chim, and Ravi right there with airbags and ropes. He notices someone lingering a step behind, Tommy’s captain. Captain Acosta gives him a nod. Buck recognizes it for what it is, thanks for going in after one of his crew. He watches as Acosta lifts the radio and asks dispatch to send additional EMS, and then attempts to radio Tommy. 

Buck ignores the way his throat closes up when there’s no response. But that could mean anything, his own radio had just been busted. Tommy was probably fine. Right?

The 118 enter the fragile structure despite the orders from Gerrard telling them to stand down. Buck tunes it out as they make their way carefully across fallen support beams. 

“Tommy!” 

They take turns shouting with pauses in between, desperate for some kind of response. Nothing. He tries to tamp down the panic threatening to swallow him whole. This is the part he’s usually good at. The, running into danger and finding the victims that everyone else has left behind, part. But this time, it’s not just any victim. It’s Tommy. And that’s making it more difficult to focus than Buck expected. 

He’s just about to give up when in a quiet moment he hears a moan and then a thud. He turns to where the sound came from and see’s a bit of yellow and black peeking out between the rubble. 

“Guys, over here!”

Not waiting to see if they followed quickly navigates the fallen debris before he starts yanking things from off of Tommy. It’s a miracle he doesn’t trigger a secondary collapse, but that thought barely even crosses his mind as he digs. Almost as if it was instinct, his mind keeps replaying one thing on a loop. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.

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[cramathonn]

Thoughts on Jane and Seth as a couple? And fun headcanons about them if you have any?

Ohoho, heck YEAAAH

I love Jane x Seth, they're so cute

Teasing dom woman and dense af submissive and pure man who she can ABSOLUTELY suplex (he'd let her but not without a fight, would so consider it training)

But like, I had a thought before this one and it was just

"Tom and Jerry but make them humans and Jerry is trans and a dominatrix" – My brain about Jane x Seth

And headcanons about them? Hmm, I think Jane would have a hard time spending time with Seth due to her missions and all, but she would try to make time, absolutely.

Seth would SOOO try to get her to come to his family time weekends. I mean, that's his gf, she's family now so like, family weekends with parents AND hot gf? Sign him up!!!

Seth is also the shyest boyo in the planet. Don't het me wrong, he IS dense as fuck, but once he gets the hint? Oh, he's blushing, oh he's hiding behind his tail and turning around to Jane cannot see his face (she loves seeing him all flushed and shy, that's her recharger, your honor)

I also can see them having sparring dates and training dates. Seth is a very hardworking individual and constantly tries to improve his physical capabilities. Considering that Jane EASILY bested him in their first encounter, he'd obviously want to constantly spar with her like, PLEAAAASE TEACH HIM HOW TO BE NIMBLE ON HIS FEET HE IS BEGGING

NSFW headcanons ahead! So if you're a Minor, please stop here!

Jane if VERY naughty. Like, have you SEEN her trailers??? That woman is the incarnation of Aphrodite AND Dionysus combines (aka she's the incarnation of SEX). So like, she will absolutely go down on Seth. Also, T4T Jane x Seth anyone?

But like, since so many ppl see Jane and Seth as Tom and Jerry, may I offer you transfem Jane, the queen of tucking? Like, Seth had NOOO idea she was trans and when he found out he just found her like, 10x hotter.

Like, imagine your girlfriend, who you know is strong af and sooo fucking cunning, finally tells you she is trans and you just "Omfg my girlfrend is so fucking strong and determined and beautiful and she has such a huge di-"

Seth is a virgin, I'm sorry but that SHOULD be common knowledge between all in the fandom. Like, bro has NO game due to how dense and blunt he is. While Jane has THE game, like, even Belle said she had rizz for fuck's sake! That woman is bisexual hazard in a way that she CAUSES the hazard and is, most possibly, a lot of people's bi awakenings (I just know some poor straight woman is looking at her going like "Wtf, why is she so pretty holy shit I wanna date her" and having to stop and rethink their entire history with sexual and/or romantic attraction)

Either way, Seth is prideful but not in an arrogant way, so I'm having a hard time deciding if he would vehemently deny that he's a virgin or if he would just... Say it. NO WAIT, BETTER OUTCOME. Jane is making out with him and he's so nervous and he has a boner (or his pussy is wet, live your headcanons to the fullest!) and Jane teases him about it and he's so so anxious and nervous and shy and gosh she catches on that it's his first time so quickly and she asks him about it and I can just SEE his ears pressing against his head in shame and him slowly nodding without making eye contact....

Soft first time. Jane is SO caring with him for his first time. Ngl, they probably continue to go soft for the first couple of times before Seth is comfortable with experiencing... But I feel like he would be very vanilla even after experimenting (is also very traditional with the "sex is supposed to be romantic" thought and that almost fucks up his first time until Jane calmed him down through it and just... Told him it doesn't need to be romantic and it can just be a fun and enjoyable activity)

Either way, Jane is kinky af, she was a dominatrix once and you CANNOT take that away from me. She revels when Seth lets her go rough on him and she's like, the queen of aftercare, change my mind

Very healthy couple who respects each other's boundaries. She knows she has to be blunt and very literal with Seth so that he can get things and he kinda appreciates it, since it's not always that people understand his problem with getting social clues or context hints. He hated it at the beginning, thinking Jane was babying him, but he quickly understood that he wouldn't be able to understand her boundaries as well of she didn't do that, so he talked to her that day and thanked her PROFUSELY (they ended up cuddling in bed after that)

[savannahsdeath]

➶ CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?

K. EVERDEEN

summary: you and katniss dance at the finnick&annie's wedding <3

warnings: alcohol and language but its pure flufff, katniss has a huge crush on you but she doesnt really understand her feelings untill...

a/n: pleaaaase let me know if u guys liked it and want more katniss:pp this is for my fav katniss lover (hi i know ur reading this anon !!)🩷

katniss was sitting opposite peeta, with you on her left side and haymitch on the other. she hoped she could stop him from drinking too much that way, but she eventually gave up. finnick was getting married, after all - that's something worth celebrating, and if his way of doing that is by drinking, then so be it. you couldn't care less. what you cared about, though, was taking her away from this table. she didn't look happy at all, not even bored, just... somehow out of place. of course, she smiled at you every one in a while. how could she not?

you were sitting there, the prettiest girl in her world, wearing the prettiest dress she ever saw, joking with peeta and already drunk haymitch. she heard you giggling and her heart melted. you made the girl on fire feel like she was really on fire, burning more and more with each of your moves. the point is, she was sure that's a bad feeling, yet she loved it. she was addicted to it.

but you were clueless.

she scraped her fork across the plate, making a sound which hurt your ears.

you propped your head on your hands. "what's wrong?" you frowned, trying to see through her.

she immediately smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "nothing's wrong."

"uh-huh..." you hummed, straightening up and tapping your nails on the table. your eyebrows furrowed, hoping she'll continue, but that was all she had to say.

she looked at the freshly married couple and her smile slowly faded away. once her gaze came back to you, you weren't in your place anymore. you now stood behind her and tapped her shoulder.

haymitch laughed, apparently predicting what you are up to. she also chuckled, before turning around to take your extended hand.

she stood up, her eyes drifting between your eyes and lips. "i'm not the best dancer" she admitted.

"we don't have to dance dance..." you reassured her, slowly making your way to the parquet, dragging her closely behind you.

once you got there, you loosely wrapped your hands around her neck, propping them on her shoulders. she hesitated before putting her own on your waist, but you moved a little closer, making it less awkward.

"so, how do you like it?" you smirked, as the two of you started to sway to the slow music.

"well, i'm happy for finnick." she looked at him one more time. "and the food is good."

you giggled and nodded. "of course it is, peeta's the man behind the baked goods." you paused for a moment, licked your lips and bit your bottom one. "you just don't look like you're having fun."

"oh, sweetheart, i do." she shook her head and smiled. she seemed genuine, but you knew what you saw earlier.

you cleared your throat. "then, let me put it another way. what would make you even happier to be here?"

katniss raised her right hand and tugged a strand of your hair behind your ear. her moves were slow, so you could perfectly feel how her finger brushes your skin and lasts there for a few seconds, giving you goosebumps. "i think i'm a little jealous." she grinned.

"jealous?" you frowned, pouting your already dry lips.

"yes, jealous" she confirmed. "i'd rather have my own wedding— with flowers, a huge cake baked by peeta with a little, made of icing me on top. me and..." she stopped speaking as her eyes pierced your body and seemed to look somewhere behind you. you gave her a minute, before she suddenly came back to reality. "you know."

you smiled again, this time not from amusement but admiration. you moved closer, so you could whisper while knowing she can hear you. "i didn't know you want something so serious."

"i didn't know either, that's why i'm so upset." she whispered back, her tone raspy from the change of tone.

that makes sense, you thought. "and who do you imagine as your other half?"

she shrugged, obviously not wanting to talk about it, but it wasn't a valid answer for you.

"you can tell me" you pleaded. "i won't tell anyone— not haymitch, not even for peeta."

she thought for a moment, a good, long moment. "there's that one girl. do you want to see her?" she leaned in, putting her face next to your ear. "look behind you."

you discreetly turned your head, seeing nothing but a window. it was already late outside and the chandelier lightened up the whole room, so the glass worked like a darkening mirror. you saw nothing but your own reflection.

when you wanted to look back at katniss, her hands were already cupping your cheeks. you didn't have time to react, though you wouldn't stop her anyway. oh, no, you wanted that as much as she did... or more.

✧˖°

[missalicevalentine]

ATTACK ON TITAN

Hello! I'm Rexxi (22f) and I love attack on titan! I have a history with it ngl! I watched season 1 waaay back when I was like 13 and then season 2 when it came out, however; a friend spoiled the entire manga and shit that happens and like damn. Rude. Anyways, I was like "what's the point in watching it again?" But recently I realised I forgot what happens in the show (s1$2) and the spoilers so thought I might as well try again! And dudes. Shit is PEAK! I forgot do much so it's just insane to me how good it is and the hyperfixation is REAL. However I have just finished season 3 so please no one spoil season 4, that would be fantastic!

Anyways, after that RAMBLE if anyone is interested in role playing an AOT style rp would be fucking great! Im looking for you to either play Levi or Erwin or even an Oc!!! I wish to play an oc myself.

For your oc I'm super open to them being a titan shifter as well (pls that shit is so hype.) However any of those cannon characters work well! Teheh! Again please don't spoil anything in season 4, would be great! So was thinking of having this set either around s1-2 or even Canon adjacent. (Aka we can say it's even way before wrong or bro just didn't exist LOL) but either way im really done for a romance rp based around the Scouts, loose, fear, horror all of it!

If you have any ideas that won't spoil season 4 pleaaaase let me know. And ngl I powered through seasons 1-3 in like 3 days so it won't take me too long to finish season 4 LOL.

Rules:

1-No NSFW. No smutt. Nothing of the sort please. It can be mentioned but not role played.

2- if you choose to play levi (ima gonna sound cringe BUT PLEASE) can we pretend bro is tall? Much love xx

3- every character must he above 18.

4- no one under the age of 18. Preferable 20+

5- if interested send me a chat and friend invite (so I get notified)

[thera-daydreams]

as someone who has read both your jjk and darkling fics, i’m gathering that the grishaverse sw is much more unstable than the jjk sw

like it seems that all the mcu events are really fresh in her mind and she seems to lose control more easily than her jjk counterpart

also is there a reason why in the jjk fic she uses a fake name (the yn/ln) and in the darkling fic she uses wanda? (although i think it really fits the universe like it sounds straight out of it)

omg you've read both? 🥺❤️

my heart is super full!

but yeah! although both the jjk!sw!reader and grishaverse!sw!reader traversed through time and space for a really long time to destroy all copies of the darkhold, after that, the paths they choose somewhat diverge? (but both of them swore off their magic for a while because whew, the darkhold did her dirty. grishaverse!sw!reader was more adamant on not using it again, though, compared to jjk!sw!reader who used it for small tricks and tasks and eventually just uses it again)

in the events of the fic, jjk!sw!reader has already been in the jjk universe for a few years now, setting up a cafe/bakery & she's met yuuji when he was still a young kid then later on adopted him after his grandpa died

jjk!sw!reader is also less afraid to rebuild her life again and form relationships with new people (our jjk characters)—she just wants to protect them and that's her peace and she's more or less happy with her new life (and my jjk fic is my personal comfort fic after wandavision and the way gege crushed my heart in the manga that's why it's got more happy-go-lucky vibes lol it WILL have a happy ending for everyone)

on the other hand, grishaverse!sw!reader chose the path to be a hermit in tsibeya and accept her "fate" to be alone forever. she just arrived to the grishaverse about a year ago only or so. she's MUCH more paranoid and scared to form relationships again. (but our baby wanda is GOOD i know it—and that's why she can't help but save the otkazat'sya kids, take them in, send them to the little palace, and be a gardener there to secretly watch over them. and as much as she didn't want to, she already loves those kiddos like her own)

still, she feels like it was the wrong choice when our pushy shadow daddy gets sus of her and keeps questioning her around (and wanda was never a good liar hahaha). little does she know he's been dreaming of her and what's happened to her; he just didn't know it was real and her that time. the universe (ahem, me, the author) is sending them signals to JUST BE TOGETHER AAAAAH.

grishaverse!sw!reader is scared to love again because losing everyone was always the price. then she saw the premonition of the terrible series of events that's happened (and will happen) in the grishaverse. so this gal is ALONE, PARANOID, TRAUMATIZED, and UNSTABLE, you are correct! and she has no one to confide in (yet). girl i'd go crazy too.

her choosing to be alone (even as the palace gardener, she's tucked away in her special little corner) also kind of exacerbates her instability? because she's gonna keep replaying her past + sins in her head over and over again with no one to keep her in check. sadly, she has no support system right now like jjk!sw!reader. :(

oh! and for the darkling fic, i think using "wanda maximoff" just sounded PERFECT for the grishaverse setting instead of y/n l/n, hehe. it kinda irks me though that it's... not that correct? if based on our slavic countries. (starkov for alina instead of starkova, morozova for aleks instead of morozov, etc.) but maybe it's the ravkan way of writing surnames so eh.

anyway, i super loved answering this ask! it made me so happy to see someone compare the two sw!readers in my fics. if you have more questions or comments, pleaaaase share them to me! 🥰💖

[acaciapines]

hey acacia pleaaaase tell me more about dess and chara in the dess raises kris au

OH I'D LOVE TOO

this got. long as hell so its under a cut. can you tell ive thought about this so hard. literally more people need to consider this relationship okay IT HAS IT ALL...

so! youre dess. you've just had what asriel is calling 'a mental break' but what is to you descending down into the bunker which is REAL and WRONG and NEEDS TO BE DESTROYED, and its done something to you, and your best friend doesnt understand, and nobody understands, and this thing is going to kill your sister and it is going to use asriel's little sibling to do so. and then one day, weeks later, when asriel still wont believe you and you are slowly losing your mind, he goes out to tour colleges.

and kris is staying at your house. and there is nobody to stop you. and asriel doesnt believe you but if it is his little sibling stuck up in everything, and, and, and...

and then the next thing dess knows she has descended into the bunker with a five year old and come out somewhere else, somewhere FAR AWAY, and. by the time shes back in her right mind shes in way way too deep to ever go back. she CANT go back. besides, what help was asriel? he never believed her! her BEST FRIEND, and he wrote off everything she was scared about!! thought she was making it up, but she WASNT, and she'll PROVE IT, and she'll SAVE THE WORLD, and then they'll see. then they'll all see.

that town, that bunker--it is going to kill her sister. and dess will do everything to keep her sister safe.

even if it means she has to lug a kid around.

so, time passes. dess wanders. kris wanders with her. dark worlds here work sort of like mystery dungeons in the pokemon mystery dungeon series, but a lot fewer people know about them. there ARE, though, forums, and small local places where people meet up and swap stories and try to defeat them, which is where dess needs to be, but she cant do any of that with a five year old. so she takes to leaving kris at hotel-rooms and daycares and doing her best to schema-hunt (this group calls dark worlds 'schemas'), and its when picking up kris one of these times that dess meets chara.

chara has also had xir own run-ins with schemas. its what led to xir having frisk--getting stuck in a schema that was Awful for xir mental health, led to a lot of self-hatred around being a loveless aromantic, and a few dubious situations later xes pregnant and after xir own childhood of never being wanted and realizing that as bad as everything leading up to this has been xe WANTS this kid, xe has frisk. for two years chara struggles as a college dropout and a single parent barely scraping by, still dealing with lingering schema-trauma xe cannot talk to anybody about, and...then xe meets dess.

its not a love story, because both of them are aromantic, and chara doesnt love, anyways. but its two people who have been struggling and alone and scared finding someone else who UNDERSTANDS. its how dess finds someone who believes her when she talks about the schemas, who doesnt write her off. its chara making a friend for maybe the first time in xir entire life. its how theyre both trying to raise kids on their own but its not so hard when theyre together.

the honeymoon stages are REALLY good. its chara who has never been anybody's first priority, but now xe is dess's, and it is probably the closest xe will ever get to understanding why romantic love appeals. its dess who has a place to actually REST, not her and a five year old hopping around hotels, but somewhere she can call home. dess and chara can talk to each other about everything, about anything. about the things they've seen in the dark and the deep. about how scared they are for the kids.

they get an apartment together. they get married. they make up a new last name to share. the kids start going to school. chara officially adopts kris. neither of the kids remember a time without dess and chara both around. things seem like they might actually work out.

but dess is so RESTLESS, see. she has this amazing place, with the people she loves most in the world, but as chara settles down xe starts to put xir time in the schemas behind xir. devotes xirself to being a parent, to going to parent-teacher conferences, sitting through meltdowns and fights and being the parent xe never had in xir life. dess hates how kris clings to her whenever she is around. it makes her itch. like shes being held down.

dess starts spending more time on online forums. staying out later and later. goes out on trips--for a day, two days, a week. meets other people like her, people who dont know how to stay in place, people who need to find and close schemas, who save those trapped in them. she maybe starts to miss chara's calls. she maybe misses kris's birthday. she loves chara more than she loves anybody else, and that includes the kids. she comes home and can barely last a few days before she has to go again.

shes not meant to be pinned down by kids. shes supposed to be OUT THERE, saving the world. she and chara fight, more than they ever used to. she hates it when chara cries but she doesnt know how to make it better. maybe if she keeps running, keeps diving into the dark, she'll figure it out. maybe when she saves the world everything will be okay. then she can rest. then there wont always be this nagging fear at the back of her head, this nagging fear that everything she has is going to come crashing down around her. then all the missed calls will be worth it, all the broken promises made okay.

she's dess. defeater of schemas. and one day she'll make it back to that bunker, and destroy it, and her sister, the sister she hasnt seen in a decade, will be safe. one day she'll call asriel and this time he'll believe her, and forgive her. one day she'll go home and sit down next to chara and this time when she promises to stay, she'll mean it.

just a little longer. then she'll fix everything.

(meanwhile, chara is back at home, waiting for a wife that wont come back. sometimes in the middle of the night frisk creeps into xir bed and asks why dess is never home, why chara doesn't divorce her. chara doesnt know how xe is supposed to tell this child xe very nearly did not have that dess is the only person who chose to love xir because she could. that dess is the only person who was there when chara had nobody else. that sometimes when it is very dark xe thinks back to the schema xe was stuck in, for so very long, and the prophecy xe heard there. how xe saw dess and some part of xir knew, then, that surely, this is who those ancient words spoke of. dess, with her glorious warmth and light.

chara is the one who stayed behind. chara is the one who deals with all the struggles of raising two children-now-teenagers, who watches kris, waiting always for dess to come home; frisk, who doesnt speak of her at all. xe doesnt know if xe's doing the right thing. xe just wants xir kids to be OKAY, and, selfishly, to be loved by someone even if xe can never return the feeling.

one day frisk comes sobbing to chara and spills everything: that kris, who has only ever wanted dess to be proud of them, who knows dess is one who slips into the space between light and dark and comes out again, has dove into a dark world of their own, and has not come back out.

and chara who already knows xe will dive into the dark xirself if that is what it takes to bring kris back safe wonders if maybe xir selfishness is what will get xir children killed.)

[icedteaandoldlace]

Barry and Cisco for the niche questions character ask game pleaaaase :)

Barry

A song that reminds me of them: Try by Rick Astley (yes, that Rick Astley—no, that link is not a Rickroll). And also Try Everything by Shakira. Same general message, different energies, both of which are Barry to a T.

What they smell like: A raspberry Tootsie Pop. I'm not saying that's what he ACTUALLY smells like (I'm also not NOT saying that), but that's the first thing that comes to my mind. Also like spruce or juniper leaves (needles?) and that first-step-into-a-shoe-store new leather smell.

An otp: Barrisco and Westallen! I feel like Iris was the perfect person for him to end up with in canon, but Cisco is the person I'm most interested in seeing him paired with in fanfiction (and he's 100% the person he would've ended up with if wasn't with Iris). They're the two people that Barry loves the most and that he can't live without, and he's completely enamored with both of them.

A notp: I simply can NOT get into Olivarry. It's just boring to me. Wtf are they gonna do on a date? Argue about ethics?

Favorite platonic/familial relationships: Also Cisco! They were a brotp before they were an otp, and I still value them as friends without my shipper goggles on. But after him, Joe. I'm a big sucker for a good adoptive/chosen parent-child relationship.

A headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that I disagree with: I'm not sure about headcanons so much, but there are several misinterpretations of his actions and his motives that drive me crazy. Whether they're making him out to be a bad friend or hailing him as The Only Person Doing The Right Thing when he is very clearly wrong, there are multiple takes in the fandom that are just...incorrect. For example, the idea that he was being selfish and manipulative when he got Cisco to open a breach to Earth-2, or that he was just doing what any good husband would do when he pulled Iris and only Iris out of the Mirrorverse. Like, were some of these people even watching the same show?

The position they sleep in: Barry is a big time side sleeper, with the arm on the side that he's lying on curled up in front of him.

A crossover AU I’d love to see them in: I mean I am writing a double crossover about him that's set in Dalton Academy with a plot that's a rewrite of Pretty In Pink.

My favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: There's a specific outfit in the back of my mind, and I can't remember what it is or what scene it's in, but these ones jumped out at me while I was on my wild search for it.

(SAVITAR TOTALLY COUNTS!)

Cisco

A song that reminds me of them: You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home by Hannah Montana. Because he's changed a bit over the years, and he can be a little lost sometimes, but who he is at his core is always consistent. And because you know he's gonna find a reason to move back to Central City at some point. Also Brave by Josh Groban, which is self explanatory.

What they smell like: As mentioned on your post, cypress and tea tree oil is what I think of his go-to hair/skin product scent being. But there's also some lingering metal and oil smell from his workshop, leather (more like a car with leather interior than the shoe store smell though), and a teensy bit of artificial strawberry from whatever the last candy he had was.

An otp: Kamilla and Barry, my beloveds. 💖 Barry, of course, you already know why, and Kamilla for similar reasons. They both adore Cisco, they're protective and supportive of him, and they like a lot of the same nerdy stuff that he likes. Plus both ships are just adorable together. Barry and Kamilla are both sweet and gentle and affectionate, and that's just what he needs in a partner. They're also the only people that I feel like really deserve him. A relationship with anyone else would feel too unbalanced.

A notp: Everyone else. Just kidding (kind of). He has amazing platonic chemistry with everyone, and romantic chemistry with like maybe 5 people. As far as ships I actively dislike, I am very much squicked out by seeing him shipped with Caitlin and Harry. I love their canon/platonic relationships, but I can't do them in any other context. There are more, but those are the main two that are an absolute no for me.

Favorite platonic/familial relationships: Caitlin! 💖 Their friendship is so sweet, and the sibling energy is off the charts. I love them so much!! Best friend goals for life. Also, Cisco and Ronnie's relationship is super underrated. I wish we could've gotten more of them. :(

A headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that I disagree with: That his parents were abusive. They're definitely overly critical, emotional unavailable, and they favor Dante over him, but I don't see them as intentionally cruel. That's not to say I'm totally against them being written that way, because I've read some good fics where they are, but I prefer to think that their issues come from a lack of understanding of him, and also refusal to accept that their golden child is actually their problem child, and vice versa. I think that they do love Cisco, and they do try somewhat to have a good relationship with him, they just don't try nearly as hard as they should, and they go about it all the wrong way.

The position they sleep in: Oddly enough I think he's a back sleeper. That's if he's in bed by himself, though. If he's with a partner, he loves to be the big spoon.

A crossover AU I’d love to see them in: See the answer for Barry.

My favorite outfit they’ve ever worn:

Also I can't find a good gif of it, but that red suit he wore for Barry and Iris's vow renewal + the S.T.A.R. Labs stole. Also, the S.T.A.R. Labs T-shirt. It hits different on him.

[dearbhaalist]

4 12 and 17 pleaaaase! For the dark urge asks

Thank you! (questions from here)

4. What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?

I think pre-game he'd consider himself not to have one (he's wrong). Far enough into his in-game character development he'd consider it his inability to express his feelings (he's not wrong).

12. How does your Dark Urge feel about being a bhaalspawn?

Oh this one's especially juicy to me with Valas' canon divergence as being the son of Gorion's Ward rather than made pure from Bhaal's flesh! (Bless the game for using the language of 'Bhaalspawn' and 'sibling' for Orin, letting me run with the idea that they're all bhaalspawn, the descendants.)

As a child it was something he was supposed to keep secret, and a source of endless fascination for him (secreting away to read any books he could find on the subject, when his parents wouldn't tell him as much as he'd like). He thought it made him interesting.

When his father died and he was taken by the Bhaalist temple it became a huge focal point in his thinking—the set-up I have is the ancestor of the temple we see in the game being started by Sarevok and Helena Anchev, as a rival to the followers of Torlin Silvershield (and it's a big whole thing when Silvershield becomes Chosen; the Anchevs are determined favour should remain with the family line, hence taking in the son of their rival to twist him and their shared blood to their cause.)

As a Bhaalist leader he has a bit of an inferiority complex about it, the generational distance pushing him to strive to be what Bhaal wants, more and more and more. He'll never refer to his father with the word, and punish himself if he even thinks it—only Bhaal is Father. He's adamant he has the strongest biological claim to Bhaal's legacy (with the divine spark in Sarevok's line coming only from the fraction of a soul he was granted in Throne of Bhaal)—but he's terrified there could be other children out there who could challenge him.

Far enough post-game, after he's broken free from Bhaal, he'll come to see it the same way his (actual) father did: it's a part of him and his experience, but it doesn't have to define him.

17. What is your Dark Urge’s greatest regret?

He never has the memories to regret the hubris that led to his downfall via Orin, and he goes through times where he'd say everything, but I think ultimately it's the in-game casualties of Act 1, before he really commits to trying to wrench his urges into a tool and not the default. (So Alfira and the tieflings, specifically.)

[hellmouth-manor]

nonblesse oblige || Yukiko || mm.3 || re: hisashi, alou, arisa

Yukiko is of course laughing at Micah’s barks but she gets it together when the course changes. A hand rests on her cheek and she sighs, quietly listening To Olwin and Hisashi.. 

“I hate to agree with Alou, you know, but Psycho-analysing won’t work for someone who has been lying the whole time - it’s not gonna help us narrow it down, since we don’t know that person. Just gives us more to insult when it comes to it, and you know I'm always ready for that! I don't think there'll be a lack of things to dig at."

"They likely don’t act the way they really are around us, anyway. One take because they don’t give a shit, or, are they the sort of person who drafts out a script to know what to say so they come across as articulate? That book talking about the great game was awfully fancy too, right? They might just be that sort of person.  Poetry too, eh? Unless Micah got into the lost poetry of Misuzu Kaneko.”

She taps her chin. and shrugs, hands flying up dramatically. Her face twists into disdain and she sighs.

Yukiko finds evil people more entertaining than most but the game master has personally wronged her and people she likes - so, it's naturally unacceptable.

Being a hypocrite is lit. She's still balling, just growing bored. Deserved L. Finally.

 “I wonder if they have a villain monologue written for us? A pacing speech with sweeping orchestras – maybe Hisa-san is right and we’ll get a form change with it?  They started this off super dramatically, if they keep up the energy my eyes might roll out of my head So corny. Ugh, I’ll lay down on the floor and sleep through it if it comes to that. Can I borrow a jacket as a pillow from someone, pleaaaase? I need to get ready to block this clown out. I'm predicting it'll put me right to sleep.”

“I think Arisa is right to call them delusional, B T W. For all we know they're gonna have a throne pop up to look down on us from. You guys will actually keep up the hater energy this time right? Not gonna back down because you're getting betrayed again?  I won’t be able to stand it if it’s another fun friendship moment like you tried with Micah. Don't be cowards. Look them in the eye and tell them they're a piece of shit. If there's a time to snap, it’s now.”

Yukiko is poised as always to be overly rude to someone. Some things never change, like her distantly bored stare to the side as she waits for someone to zero a scowl in on. Studying her nails like they will have changed in the 10 minutes since she last did. Only raising her head with a semi- expectant stare for someone to continue.

[jae-bummer]

Right Here With Me

Request: hi! :) i feel like #19 on your recent prompt list would really fit to seventeen’s hhu, specifically to mingyu or seungcheol.. i adore your writing, thank you for putting in so much effort 💌

Prompt:

19) Taking care of your tipsy bias.

Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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You jumped as Seungcheol slammed his hand on the table. "Sing with me."

You blinked up at him in surprise. He was shimmying from side to side with the karaoke mic in hand.

"Coups," you sighed, crossing your arms. "We really need to get you guys back home."

"Noooo," he pouted, now his turn to cross his arms. "It's so lonely at home. Here is the opposite of whatever lonely is."

You looked across the table to Vernon who seemed to be thinking over the antonym of "lonely." Turning your eyes to Wonwoo for help instead, he gave a small shrug before taking a long sip of his water. To his benefit, he had been about as many drinks in as the rest of the guys but had chosen to hydrate about an hour ago.

"Come oooon, Y/N," Mingyu cooed, swaying behind Coups with the other microphone. "One more song!"

"One more song!" Coups chanted. "One more song!"

It wasn't long before Vernon and Mingyu had joined the chorus. With their shouting still in the background, Seungcheol stepped toward you and reached out to play with a lock of your hair. His eyes were half lidded and his plush lips pulled up at one side. "Come on, baby."

Closing your eyes, you sighed. "Coups."

Plopping on the bench beside you, he coaxed you into his side, and placed a wet kiss on your temple. "Pretty please? I love you soooo much. Why won't you love me?"

"Why is it that he always feels it pertinent to confess to you when he's drunk?" Wonwoo muttered as he watched with lifted brows.

"I don't know," you hissed, fighting your way out of Seungcheol's arms. "And what does me loving you have to do with you singing another song?"

"Everything," he said with a stubborn nod.

Wonwoo wasn't wrong. This was often Seungcheol's MO. You were best friends, even closer than that even. He was like a limb at this point. If you lost him, you wouldn't know how to function. That being said, the two of you had never explored a romantic relationship. You were mostly afraid of ruining your friendship, and he seemed to only think about it when he was intoxicated.

"He's so going to regret this in the morning," Vernon cackled, falling back into his seat.

"If you loved me, you'd let me sing one more song," Coups whined. "I'll even sing OUR song."

"We have a song?" you muttered. "Since when do we have a song?"

"Since," Coups hiccuped. "I heard it and thought of you."

"That's hardly "our" song then." You couldn't help but chuckle, plus, you were very curious to hear what Coups thought of as "your song."

"Pleaaaase," he begged. Sticking out his bottom lip, he gave you puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," you gasped. "One more song and then I walk you home!"

An award-winning smile took over Seungcheol's face as he sprung up and toward the karaoke machine. Flipping feverishly through his options, he finally seemed to find what he was looking for. Spinning around, he pointed a finger at you.

"This is for you, Y/N," he said in a low voice. You weren't sure if he was trying to be sexy or funny.

"Oh, this is going to be good," Wonwoo chuckled, pivoting himself to get a better look at the front of the room. Vernon already had his phone out and set to record.

You took a deep breath as you heard the intro to the song. Surely this wasn't what you thought this was.

"I've been drinking, I've been drinking," he crooned. "I get filthy when that liquor get into me - I've been thinking, I've been thinking..."

"Holy shit," Vernon hissed in between laughs. "This is the best day of my entire life."

You wished you were a turtle. If you had a shell, you would have something to crawl into and die. What was he doing?

"WE BE ALL NIGHT! LOOOOOOVE! LOOOOOOVE!" Seungcheol and Mingyu screeched at the top of their lungs as they began to grind their hips into the air.

"Well," Wonwoo said with a wince as he stood from the table. "That's enough of that."

Taking the few steps to cross the room, he tapped gingerly on the karaoke tablet. Within seconds, the music turned off, and the boys were left screaming in the open air.

"Yah!" Coups gasped, after he realized. "What did you do that for?"

"Everyone, I did that for everyone," Wonwoo muttered, gathering his things. "We have an early schedule tomorrow. Let's get moving."

You never had feelings for Wonwoo, but you could honestly kiss him right now.

"You heard him!" you yelled, pulling yourself to your feet as well. "Let's get moving!"

..

"Why didn't you like my song?" Seungcheol hiccupped. You were easing him up the steps to his apartment, holding nearly all of his body weight in the process.

"I liked your song just fine," you cringed, another flight of stairs behind you.

"You looked miserable," he pouted. "Why don't you ever take my confessions seriously, Y/N?"

"Because you don't take your confessions seriously," you muttered. Furrowing your brow, you counted the numbers on the apartment doors until you found his. "What's your code this week?"

"I can't tell you," he slurred. "It's a se-se-secret."

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you fluttered your hand toward the door. "Type it in then."

Seungcheol hiccupped again before slumping in the direction of the doorframe. Cupping his hand around the keypad, he eyed you suspiciously. "This is for my safety."

"I know, Cheolie," you laughed. "I'm not arguing with you."

Glancing back to the keypad, he stumbled back a bit. Catching him by the shoulders, you waited for the door to unlock.

"Why are there so many numbers?" Coups sighed, leaning against the door again and poking at the lock. "Three two's? Which two is the right two?"

"Let me try," you hummed. "Can you tell me what your code is?"

"My manager said not to tell anyone. Not even my mom."

"And you can change it as soon as I leave," you sighed. "If we can't get in, you're sleeping on the door mat tonight. And that's not very safe, is it?"

"Why can't I stay with you?" he asked, his eyes brightening with the sudden idea.

"Because I am not hauling you downstairs again and then another three blocks," you grumbled. "The code, please Coups."

"I like it when you call me Cheolie," he pouted.

"Cheolie, my sweet bean," you said, trying to contain your exhaustion. "Will you please tell me the code?"

"Mmm," he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "Is my birthday."

"Shocker," you breathed, rapidly typing in the lock code. The door made a small buzzing sound before chiming that you could enter.

Stumbling into his apartment, you flipped on the lights and popped off your shoes before heading to the kitchen. Seungcheol, on the other hand, toppled to the floor and began yanking at his shoes.

Scanning the cabinets, you found his most spill-proof tumbler and filled it with ice water. Judging by the muffled sounds of frustration in the entryway, he was still taking off his sneakers.

Turning the corner, you could only sigh. He looked like a toddler sorely in need of a nap. "They won't come off," he said quietly before looking up at you.

"Here," you said, handing him the water bottle. "Drink."

Doing as he was told, he gripped the bottle with both hands, and leaned back against the wall. You crouched down, making quick work of his shoelaces before you managed to finally free him.

"Let's get you to bed," you murmured, motioning for him to take your hand. He slid his palm into yours before easing himself up.

"How could I go from feeling so good to feeling so awful?" he muttered.

"Funny how alcohol will do that," you chuckled, walking with him to his bedroom. "Arms up."

Setting his drink on his desk, he lifted his arms into the air and allowed you to pull his hoodie from his torso. Losing balance after the motion, he toppled onto the mattress, pulling you with him.

"Hey!" you groaned, immediately trying to separate yourself.

"Stay with me," he said softly, tangling his arms and legs around you. "Please?"

He was always affectionate when he was drunk, and you knew that. You needed to shut it down now before your heart could coax you into staying a little longer.

"I have to go home," you whispered, still not willing your body to move. You tried not to be amused as Seungcheol began pulling blankets around you and tucking them in.

"You are home," he whispered. "Right here with me."

You felt an unwelcomed warmth spread through your chest. If he wasn't so cute this would be a lot easier.

"Seungcheol..."

"Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol," he continued quietly, settling himself in beside you. "Why do you always give me reasons why you can't stay instead of just trying?"

A little voice inside the back of your head repeated the old adage, drunk minds speak sober hearts. Coups was only clingy when he had too much to drink, but he had always been tender with you. Whether sober or inebriated, he was your person. You had never allowed yourself to think past platonic soulmates...but maybe...

"You're drunk," you countered. You felt so small in bed next to him. He was comfort and safety, even with soju on his breath.

"And you're scared."

He couldn't see the code to get into the apartment, but he could sure see right through you.

"It doesn't matter what I am," you whispered. "You'll regret this in the morning."

"No, I won't," he insisted. "Because I'll wake up with you next to me and I'll remember that drunk me did hangover me a solid.

I want you here, Y/N."

"Because you're drunk."

"Because you're mine," he said softly. "You always have been."

"Have I?" you whimpered. At this point, you were scared to break the spell. Scared that he would sober up and kick you out of his bed.

"Mhm," he cooed, pulling you closer. After placing a light kiss on your forehead, he chose to set his cheek there. "And I won't let go. Not even if there's a fire."

Anything that looked blurry now could be settled in the morning. How could you leave after that?

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The Morning After

[anyamaris]

Don't Go

Word Count-2729

Summary- Your longtime friend is thrown off by you mentioning going to dinner with a mutual friend and the misunderstanding causes events that you'd only played out in your dreams.

Pairing- BFF!Baekhyun x F!reader

Trope-Friends to lovers AU

Warnings-Vulgarity, sexual language, mentions of food, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), teasing, name calling (affectionately) MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala @woosanbby @starillusion13

A/N-Those who know me well should know that Baek is my long time ult (of 3) and this is my first fic for him. I know Baek is very fun and playful so I hope I did well by him in this. Please enjoy and I hope to write all the Exo boys (minus Jongdaddy ofc) soon!

As always, thank you to @babesindestroyland my hyung for being so supportive and helpful and beta reading and dealing with all my worries and concerns. I love you so much 🤍💜🤍

Thank you again to @cafekitsune for banners and dividers, they are beautiful as always!

“HA! Take that, loser!” your friend yells into his headset, jumping out of his seat and pointing at the screen as if the person on the other end could see him.  You roll your eyes, shaking your head at his childish antics.  “Baek ... .I'm trying to get some work done here…” you sigh and he looks over, his silly face changing to one of apology as he covers his mouth.  “Yeah, ok, next time, sure sure…yep-bye!” he says, then he’s removing the headset and making his way over to the couch where you have your books out.  

“Why are you even here?” you ask as he plops down next to you, leaning against you to look down at what you’re currently working on.  “Hmm? What is this?” he asks, looking over the notebook you’re writing in.  “Just collecting thoughts on an essay, nothing you’d be interested in.  It’s for my lit class.” you murmur, bumping his shoulder to push him off.  He just grins at you and bumps you back, then rests his head on your shoulder.

“Y/nnnn….” he whines and you sigh, closing the notebook.  “What, Baekhyun?” you ask, somewhat irritated.  He’d asked to come over and all he did was get on and play games with his friends online.  Sometimes you wanted to kick him right in his smug little face.  But you were weak for his puppy eyes.  The ones looking up at you now.  

“Are you gonna make us dinner?” he asks, blinking those brown eyes at you that you couldn’t resist.  “You don’t deserve to eat, moron.  You come over here and just want to use my computer to play games.  Go home and eat.” you say, standing up and letting him fall onto the now vacant space.  “Awww, come on! I’m sorry-Taeyong said he could beat me and I had to prove him wrong!” he says, bringing out his bottom lip.  That pout was a weakness of yours and he knew it.  Turning, you pretend to ignore him, but really you’re hiding a smile.  

“Y/n!” Pleaaaase…” he begs and you feel him wrapping his arms around you from behind.  “Please? I’ll pay attention to you, promise! What did you want to talk about? School? Dramas? Writing? Whatever you want.” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder.  “Hmm…fine. I’ll cook, you can keep me company. Let’s talk about…” you think, trying to settle on something that wouldn’t be video games or him harassing you about something.  There was one thing…. You think as you bite your lip.  

Eyeing your long time friend, former crush, current pain the ass, you contemplate as you put together something you can both consume.  He was sitting at the little island separating the living area from the kitchen, kicking his feet as he sat on the stool watching you.  “Baek…” you start and he tilts his head at you.  “Hm?” he pops a strawberry in his mouth as he smiles mischievously. 

Smacking his hand away from the food, you shake your head at him.  “Seriously, you’re so impatient.” you ‘tch’ at him and he just sticks his tongue out at you.  “So, what is it? You’ve got that look.” he says, leaning forward with a smirk.  “You’ve got something on your mind, so tell me.” he wiggles as he makes a funny face at you and you can only roll your eyes.  Briefly, you wonder how you ever had a crush on him, he was so ridiculous. 

“You know me so well.” you say, somewhat sarcastically, but then you decide to change the subject.  “I’m going out with Jongin tomorrow night, so you know.” you say, turning your back on him to flip some pancakes.  “Out?” he echoes and you hum a response,  busying yourself with your cooking.  “Yep, dinner. So find somewhere else to go for your games tomorrow.  I won’t be home. Or at least, I don’t know when I’ll be back.”  you say and as you throw the food on a plate, you turn back to your friend.  

“What?” you ask him, confused about the sudden serious look on his face.  “Why are you going out with Jongin?” he asks, picking up a fork and poking at the plate of food you set down in front of him.  “Do I need a reason to go out with someone? Seriously, Baek. It’s one night, you can go somewhere else.” you huff out.  “Now eat your food, you brat.” 

After eating, you find that you’re somewhat irritated at Baekhyun’s weird mood change.  Was he really so childish that he was angry that he couldn’t play on your computer or come bother you for a night? “Do you want to-” you start to ask him after finishing cleaning up but he’s putting on his jacket, then his shoes.  “You’re leaving?” you ask and he just nods, his back to you.  

“Have fun tomorrow,” he says, then he’s out the door. “Um..ok?” you say, cocking your head at the empty space your friend was just in.  “What a weirdo.” you tell the empty room, shrugging and returning to your schoolwork.  You had morning classes anyhow, so it was a good thing that you were able to have a quiet night without Baekhyun keeping you up to talk most of the evening.

The next day as you make your way home from classes, you send a text off to Jongin to confirm your dinner meet time and check your other messages.  Frowning, you notice Baekhyun hadn’t responded to your text, but he’d read it.  Frowning, you send him another with just a bunch of emoji frown faces and grin.  “Jerk.” you mutter and head home to change.  

As you emerge from the shower, you are startled to hear pounding on your door.  Throwing a towel around yourself, you rush out to see what is making someone knock so frantically.  “Y/n!” you hear and you stop.  “Um…who is it?” you ask, warily.  “Open the door! It’s me!” you suddenly recognize Baekyun’s voice and sigh in frustration, throwing open the door to him.  

“Seriously Baek? What is so-” you start to scold him but he’s grabbing your arm as he slams the door behind him.  “Don’t go.” he says abruptly, gripping your bare upper arms in his hands.  “Don’t go to dinner with Jongin.” he says again, his face completely unreadable.  You can only stare at him in confusion as his eyes bore holes into yours.  “What? Why not?” you can only ask.

“Look, I know I’m an idiot, and I know I can be annoying and immature.  Frankly, I don’t know why I didn’t do something sooner, or say something, anything! But when you said you were going out with Jongin-I realized I was going to lose you.  I don’t want to lose you, Y/n!” he says, shaking you a little.  

“Baekhyun, what the-” is all you manage before his mouth is on yours, his arms around you, pulling you up on your toes as he kisses you.  You can only grip the sleeves of his shirt as you reel from the sudden turn of events.  Baek? Kissing me? What the hell is going on? Are your only thoughts as he backs you to the couch and you both fall on it.  Your arms go around his neck instinctively even though your brain is in a complete fog.  

His mouth leaves yours only to make his way to your neck, and you let out a long, low moan as his thigh pushes your legs open so he can settle between them.  “Baekhyun!” you choke out and his breathing increases as you tug on his hair.  “What-” you start but then his mouth is back on yours, his tongue probing, seeking yours.  “Stay with me, don’t go.” he whispers against your lips as he props himself up to look down at you.  

His eyes drop down to your towel and you realize as they widen that the cloth has fallen open to expose your naked body.  You blush furiously, pulling your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself.  “Baek-” “Don’t” he says, pulling your arm away to hold over your head as his eyes linger over your tits.  “God, you’re perfect.” he whispers, his gaze dropping lower and you squirm under him.  ‘BAEKHYUN!” you yell and his eyes snap up to yours.  

“If I’m going to be naked, then you are too.” you state bluntly, giving in now that he’s opened this door.  He hesitates for only a split second before his mouth is back on yours, and he’s helping you tug his shirt over his head, throwing it blindly.  Your hands are on the button of his jeans, unzipping him, and you’re both struggling to toss every garment in the way until you’re both completely naked and entwined in each other's arms.  

“Baek-” you gasp out as he settles between your legs, his erection pressing firmly against your inner thigh as he rubs himself against you, pushing closer to your core. “I want you, always wanting you…for a long time…” he is panting against your skin as his lips brush against your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.  His hand is cupping your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple gently, causing you to arch underneath him. 

 “Please…please…you-” you gasp, and his mouth is back on yours again, his other hand sliding between you to push your thigh over more.  Then he’s probing at your sopping wet entrance, his agile fingers slipping through your folds, his tongue dipping into your mouth as his fingers press into you.  “Tell me you want me.” he whispers against the side of your mouth, pressing kisses along your cheek to your ear.  “Tell me…tell me you want this, want me…” “Yes, I want you…I want you inside of me, please…don’t tease me…I need you….” you whisper back, mirroring his actions, kissing right under his ear, causing him to curse softly as he guides his dick where his fingers were.  

“I’ve thought of this so many times but you’ve never been this wet in my dreams-” he gasps out as he slowly stretches you with the head of his cock.  You can only cry out as he thrusts forward suddenly, bottoming out inside of you.  “Sorry, sorry-it’s -just-fuck-” he’s stuttering as your walls adjust to him.  “Fuck me-” you gasp out and he pulls back to look at you, his hair a complete mess, his cheeks pink, his eyes glazed over with lust.  His lips part as he looks down at you underneath him, naked and begging.  

He lets out a moan as he pulls back just to thrust into you, then again, and again.  Soon the only noises are your moans, his heavy breathing and the wet, slapping noises of your joining.  “More, please!” you are crying and he drops down to hold you, pulling your leg up to go around his waist.  You tilt your hips up to take more of him and he starts moaning right along with you as he increases his pace.  

“Baekhyunnn~” you moan out, yanking his hair as the position lets his thrusts hit your sensitive clit along with hitting the perfect spot inside of you and the tightness in your belly is causing your to tremble under him.  “God-so tight-” he’s gasping, and you’re clawing at his shoulders as he pounds into you.  “B-ba-baek-~!” you choke out as you feel the sudden snap of the coil let go, and you’re gushing around him, clenching and spasming.  “Oh fuck!” he cries out, pressing into you, grinding his body against yours to help you through your orgasm.  “I -I-I-fuc-CUMMING!” he finally manages, yanking himself out of you at the last moment, spilling thick cum along your pussy, then onto your stomach, painting your skin with his seed.  He holds himself above you as he jerks himself, your hand joining his to help pump every last drop out.  

After he’s completely emptied himself on you, he falls beside you, his face going into your neck and you curl against him.  “I’m a mess…” you whisper as he pulls you closer and he shakes his head.  “Don’t care.” he murmurs, his lips latching onto your neck, licking and sucking.  “What-ow-what are you doing??” you ask him as he sucks hard enough to sting.  “Marking. Mine.”  he says, then he’s moving to do the same to your collarbone.  “Ow-Baek!” you giggle as he rolls you on your back again, his thigh between yours.  “Going to mark all over you.” he says and you have to grab him to pull him back, forcing him to look up at you.  “Hey…talk to me…what…what in the world?” you say.  “I know it’s a bit late to ask now but…seriously…why are you all of a sudden-?” you manage but his lips are on yours eagerly and you just give in, letting his passion sweep you away.  

After what could be minutes or hours, you’re not entirely sure, you both lay wrapped in each other's arms, clothes strewn everywhere.  You grab your phone which is luckily on the table next to you to message Jongin to postpone your dinner.  Tossing it, you turn back to him.  At his dark look, you furrow your brows at him.  “What?”  you ask, confused.  “You’re still going to go out with him after this?” he asks with anger in his voice.  Surprised, you can only laugh.  

“Why wouldn’t I?” is all you can say and he curses, yanking you closer.  “I want to be with you, Y/n.  Together. Girlfriend and boyfriend.  Romantic.  NO LONGER FRIENDS.  EXCLUSIVE.” he says, his voice getting louder at each word.  You cover his mouth, trying to suppress a laugh.  “Baekhyun.” you say and he glares at you.  You grab both of his ears and yank, hard.  “OW OW!” he cries out and you let go, smacking him in the forehead.  

“You idiot, do you think I’m going on a date with Jongin?” you finally ask, and his expression darkens again.  “Is that why you were acting weird last night and then…this?” he only continues to glare at you.  Sighing, you gently rub his ears, then his forehead before drawing him in for a soft kiss.  “You know, if you talked to me like a normal person, you’d know I was going to dinner with Jongin to talk to him about a girl he likes.  That isn’t me.” you whisper, smirking at his shocked expression.  

“What?? I-but-I thought-” he stumbles but then groans, dropping his head onto your chest.  “Yeah, you thought without asking.” you say, pulling his face back up to look at you.  “Ok fine, I’m a moron.” he says, embarrassed.  “Well..I guess…if you hadn’t misunderstood you might not have …” you trail off, gesturing to the two of you, naked and messy on your couch.  

Smiling, he pulls you back to him.  “So…?” he says, eyeing you.  “So…what?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow.  “So….I still want everything I said.” he says.  You study him, brushing his hair back.  “Are you sure? Not just teasing like you always do?”  His eyes go wide as he chokes out a laugh.  “Do you honestly think I’d- this? I would never-” he’s sputtering and you pull him in to kiss and hold you.  

“I’ve had a huge crush on you for years, idiot.  Once upon a time I thought you liked me too, but you always said ‘just kidding haha!’ and I eventually gave up.” you tell him and he frowns, his hand coming up to cup your face.  “I…I’ve liked you too…for a long time.  I just …felt like if I pressured you, I’d lose the friendship.  I’ll do better, I’m sorry I confused you.” he whispers and you can only nod, his lips soft against yours.  

“Ok and while I would love to stay like this all night…I think I need another shower…or something..” you say and he laughs.  “Ok let’s go shower then…will you make me-”

“Yes, Baekhyun.  I’ll cook for you.  And yes, you can spend the night.” you say and he answers with a deep kiss, smiling against your mouth.  “No computer, only me tonight, jerk!” you say, pulling his hair and biting his lip and he just laughs at you, agreeing.  

You suppose that little crush was still there after all.

[theprettyarachnid]

"Things that would get the arcane characters embarrassed/flustered"- headcanons pleaaaase! <3

a/n: ooo yes i need something lighthearted!!

warnings: none <3

Jinx

🕷 Jinx gets flustered easily when it comes to you, it doesn't matter how small the act might've been

🕷 But of the things that really gets her feeling shy is when you gently pinch her cheeks when she's being annoying before kissing them

🕷 The first time you did it, she just started at you for a few moments like ???

🕷 You don't pinch her enough for it to hurt, obviously, it's more like a love squeeze

🕷 You make a habit of doing it more just to see her cheeks and nose turn pink

Vi

🕷 I can see Vi being the type of person who's like 'i don't get embarrassed/flustered so dont even try it'

🕷 but she does <3

🕷 It's a very small thing and you don't even realize when you're doing it because it's just so natural for you to do at this point

🕷 Vi thinks she should be used to it by now but every time your hand runs up against her muscular arms, whether that's when you're sleeping or doing stuff around the house and wanting to give Vi acknowledgment

🕷 She gets goosebumps every time

Caitlyn

🕷 She's talking about her day when she notices you staring at her lovingly

🕷 "what's wrong?"

🕷 "nothing, i just like the sound of your voice~"

🕷 Her eyebrows raise at your confession accompanying a light blush

🕷 Of course she loves the sound of your voice as well but it was specifically the way you said it and the way you looked at her that made her feel flustered

Ekko

🕷 Ekko likes to make you things in his spare time

🕷 It's usually a small robotic sculpture or jewelry, like bracelets or necklaces

🕷 So whenever he comes over your place and sees all the small sculptures he's made you neatly lined up in order or sees you wearing a bracelet he made you, he starts to feel really hot and stumbles on his words a bit

🕷 He finds it very endearing that you keep all the things he's made you because no one has really ever done that for him

Viktor

🕷 When you affectionately ruffle his hair passing by his desk or when you lean your chest against his back to whisper something in his ear

🕷 "you're doing a good job, maybe you should take a break"

🕷 He knows that you said it in an innocent way but you gently squeezing his shoulder isn't helping

🕷 Things like that make him flustered and unfocused

🕷 Whenever you notice the small blush on the tip of Viktor's ears, you can't help but giggle which only makes him blush harder

Jayce

🕷 He came home upset from work one day, not even bothering to say hello before locking himself in his office

🕷 When you came to check on him and listened to his concerns and frustrations, you eventually walked up to him and placed your hands on both of his cheeks

🕷 Jayce couldn't tell if it was because he was already feeling a ton of emotions in that moment or if it was because your soft hands were tenderly cupping his face, your thumbs rubbing his cheekbones, while you looked up at him with such love in your eyes

🕷 He could tell he was blushing from how hot his face and neck felt and quickly cleared his throat before gently taking your hands off his face and pulling you into a hug

🕷 He did want to hug you but it was also to hide his embarrassment

🕷 Now, whenever you put your hand on one of his cheeks or both, he can't help but remember that moment and starts blushing

Silco

🕷 You might be thinking it's when you wear a piece of jewelry or make yourself nice and pretty for him, but it isn't

🕷 It's when you indulge him, play with his hair, praise/compliment him

🕷 He's pretty good at not showing his embarrassment though whenever you call him handsome or run your hands through his hair when there isn't gel in it

🕷 It's only when he's off guard do you really see how flustered he gets

🕷 Do it when he's not expecting you, when he thinks you're sleeping but you come into his office while he's doing paper work and comment on how handsome and professional he looks with a cigar in one hand and a paper in the other

🕷 The somewhat surprised look with blush that's just barely visible on his cheeks is very much worth it