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have you ever tried... this one? - g. a. clarke & c. m. dixon going to paris with your boyfriend was supposed to be a romantic getaway. but when chris gets dumped, george can't help but ask his best mate to join in. how great of chris that he offers you sabrina carpenter tickets as compensation.... and somehow becomes involved in after concert activites...

pairing: george x f!reader x chris genre: smut MDNI!!! warnings: threesome, eifeltower, creampie, cum swallowing, fingering, oral (m. receiving), loads of kissing, let me know if i missed anything wc: 3.6k a/n: this is obviously inspired by sabrina's second paris concert... i wanna thank my friend val for giving me this idea!!! i love u queen!! also this isn't fully proof read because i worked on this for days and just wanted to post something for yall! requests are still open by the way and i will publish an arthurtv one next week <3 also, if you read to the end you may suggest who in the friendgroup should be next!

Oh Paris, the city of love. The city you love. Growing up in sad grey England, Paris has been your favorite place to be since you were a child. 

And this week, you finally got to show it to your boyfriend, George. You have been dating for a good year now, but his busy schedule has never really allowed any trips to Paris - until now. The minute he had confirmed the dates with you, you had booked everything, ready to make George fall in love with Paris the same way you had made him fall in love with him. 

Just that, a few days before the trip, Chris, George’s best friend, got dumped by his new girlfriend rather harshly and George, the nice guy he is, promptly suggested he’d join you on this trip. Chris, obviously feeling bad, but also not wanting to miss out on a nice week in Paris, tried to win you over by scoring three Sarbina Carpenter tickets and giving them to you as a thank you. Safe to say - he did win you over. 

So, Paris was now a three-person trip and Chris somehow became a third wheel who didn’t necessarily feel like a third wheel. Every shop you went to, he gave George and you space, very good at entertaining himself (he was a grown man, sure, but it still did surprise you) and joining the two of you at the right moments. Even with him there the trip felt romantic and considering he had a separate hotel room, George and you still had the nights all to yourself. 

The night of the Sabrina concert finally came and when you entered the arena and went to the seats Chris had gotten the three of you, you smirked, thinking about what you had promised George at breakfast this morning. 

“Oh, just a heads up,” you started, leaning over so your lips were right by George’s ear, “the position she chooses tonight, we’ll also choose tonight.” George’s face lit up, his cheeks turning slightly pink. 

“You always have such wonderful ideas, darling.” He grinned then, watching you sit back down and chuckle, eyes glancing over to Chris who was just about to reach your table.

The plan would have been fine, would have been dandy, would have been the perfect thing to look forward to after the concert - if only Sabrina hadn’t chosen this night in Paris to debut a position involving dancers. Plural. Two dancers. 

George, sitting next to you and Chris, felt his mouth drop open at the display. Next to him, he felt Chris tense slightly - he had told his best friend about your suggestion during a walk earlier and Chris had happily anticipated this moment with his friend, being supportive as always. But this? George shifted on his feet, the arena obviously filled with shouts and screams and people singing the lyrics to Juno and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. 

Honestly, he didn’t even understand why this had such an impact on him. Why it was suddenly so hard to look at you and why he found himself thinking thoughts he hadn’t thought of seriously before. Little did he know that you were going through the exact same scenarios as him. 

Could this really just be a coincidence? There were two Paris concerts, yesterday, she had done the whole thing with smoking a cigarette after sex and today, the show Chris had gotten tickets for unexpectedly, she did the bloody Eifeltower? It felt a bit too targeted. 

And if you were honest with yourself… Chris wasn’t unattractive, more so the opposite. Even being shorter than George, you were still smaller than him, so it didn’t really make a difference to you anyway. He was handsome and funny, kind and lean, with muscles in the right places - not to mention his insane talent at football. So, yeah, perhaps the thought had crossed your mind once or twice. You were just a girl after all. A girl with eyes and your boyfriend just so happened to have a friend group filled with attractive men. 

Slowly, you managed to get back to the here and now, your focus back on Sabrina on the stage, the thoughts of what the position choice would mean for later tonight vanishing from your mind for the time being. 

–

The drive back to the hotel was… just slightly awkward. You managed to keep up the conversation, talking about how great Sabrina was live and how spectacular her show was. Sure, the elephant in the room was right there and both George and Chris had sweaty hands (even though Chris didn’t even know why he was so nervous. It wasn’t like he and George had ever discussed anything like this… at least not seriously) not able to look at each other throughout the whole drive. 

By the time you walked up the stairs to the hotel, your words had dried up. Instead they made room for slight anxiety and insecurity. Walking to the elevator in silence, you were happy to see no one else was in it with you. 

“Okay, we gotta address it.” You shit out the second the elevator doors closed. George and Chris exchanged a quick look before letting their eyes fall onto you. 

“Darling,-“ George started, but you interrupted him.

“No, listen. Obviously, I didn't know she’d do… that position today.” You crossed your arms and tried to ignore your burning cheeks. “We don’t- this doesn’t have to be anything, it’s just- it’s not like I haven’t thought about it- I-“,

“You thought about it?” George raised his brows and was surprised by the lack of jealousy arising within him. Instead, he felt a strange sense of arousal cursing through him. The joke about him and you having a possible threeway with any of his friends had come up plenty of times - even in videos, but he had never considered them an actual possibility. Sure, the thought had… somehow got him excited, but he hadn’t even dared to bring it up with you, too scared of a negative reaction. And now you were revealing that you had in fact thought about it?

Chris, next to George, felt his eyes widen and his heart speeding up, his palms growing sweatier. You had thought about this? About him and George… his cheeks heated up and he let his gaze wander between you and your boyfriend, not allowing himself into the conversation just yet. 

George’s question had caught you off guard, mainly because you hadn’t even realised your own slip-up. A pit in your stomach opened up and your brain worked hard to come up with a clever answer, but unfortunately came up empty.

“I-”, you began, feeling sweat forming on your forehead, “I mean, I don’t- I didn’t-,”

“Because I have, too.” George interrupted you again, his hand finding yours, pulling you closer, “in fact, we have… talked about this before.” He looked over at Chris, who still stared at the two of you like a semi-lost puppy. 

Now this you hadn’t expected. Behind you, the doors pinged, signaling you reaching your floor. The three of you kept standing inside the elevator in anticipating silence for another moment. Even with no words being exchanged there seemed to be an understanding hanging between you. Swallowing, you finally turned to move out of the elevator, the two men following you. George was still holding your hand, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. 

Reaching the hotel room, George let go of your hand and got out his wallet, the keylock for the room beeping a few seconds later. There were still no words exchanged, only your breathing audible in the silence as George opened the door and Chris and you followed him inside. Neither of you knew how this was going to go. How you were going to even start this. A threesome had never been on your bucket list, at least not officially. And it certainly hadn’t been on your bucket list for this trip. 

The heavy hotel room door fell shut behind you and all of you slowly discarded your jackets and shoes, making your way further into the room. The atmosphere changed as soon as the bed came into view, the king size suddenly looking way too small for the two people who had shared it the last three nights. Your heart was pumping and your blood was rushing in your ears, your eyes finally finding Georges.

“Should we sit?” He asked then, pointing to the bed and you and Chris nodded, walking over and sinking down onto the mattress. 

You were in between them now. Both your thighs touching theirs, all of your pulses quickened and all senses heightened. 

“So, just to clarify,” Chris now said, rubbing his sweaty palms along his jeans as if to dry them, “we are all cool with this?” 

George and you nodded, heads turned to the blonde man. 

“Are you cool with it?” You carefully asked him, gaze set on his handsome features. 

Now, it was Chris who nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m cool with this.” Even with his cheeks all rosy, he sounded determined. George on your other side, felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. God, he was really about to share the girl he loved with his best friend, how utterly strange and appealing at the same time. 

“Well then…,” you licked over your lips nervously, your gaze falling from Chris’ eyes to his lips. Adrenaline shot through you when you felt Chris leaning in, his breath hot on your face when he finally closed the gap between you two. 

He tasted and felt different than George, his lips a little bit softer than your boyfriends. Chris was cautious at first, but when you moved your head and switched up the angle, he dared to let his tongue run over your bottom lip, his hand finding its way onto your cheek. You gladly accepted his tongue sliding into your mouth, your own meeting and letting him take the lead. The kiss deepened and you leaned in closer to Chris, your head feeling dizzy. 

George watched, his mouth slightly dropped. Nothing could have prepared him for the way he felt watching you with someone else. A part of him felt guilty for not being jealous, for not wanting you all to himself. But that all faded away when he heard your soft gasp when Chris bit down on your bottom lip, when he felt the heat radiating off your body. He leaned forward, his hands pushing your hair over your shoulder, leaving your neck bare for him to gently caress and finally kiss. 

Feeling both of them kissing you caused another moan against Chris’ lips, your own hands now moving to both of their napes, fingers curling into their hair. Electricity sparked with every touch, every kiss, every breath. Turning your face, you now kissed George on the lips, giving Chris the chance to devour your neck with his lips, sucking and kissing your soft skin. 

Every kiss with George somehow felt like the first one, filling your stomach with butterflies and happiness. All that slowly faded into heat now, blatant heat that needed to be set free, that demanded to be heard and taken care of. You gasped into his mouth when he let his hands wander underneath your shirt, both men shortly parting from you so he could pull it over your head and throw it onto the floor. They dove right back into kissing you, George’s hands now exploring your freed skin, fingers tracing the cups of your bra and finally moving to the clasp on your back, letting it clip open. Chris moved to kiss your shoulders, his hands sneaking around your waist and finding your button and zipper, opening both so his hand could glide into your jeans. Your legs moved to open wider almost automatically, more moans leaving your body when you felt Chris’ fingers on your drenched core. 

“Fucking hell.” Chris groaned, his fingers circling your clit over your panties. “You’re so wet already, darling.”

“God, Chris, I don’t think your ready for her perfect pussy,” George smirked as he kissed down your neck, your bra now discarded next to your shirt on the floor. His lips closed around your right nipple and your head tilted back, right onto Chris’ shoulder. Chris, who now moved to get the rest of your clothes off. 

“Unfair.” It truly was - both men were still fully dressed while you were about to be fully naked. They both chuckled, exchanging a quick glance before getting rid of their shirts. Your eyes feasted on the bare torsos of your two lovers for the night. Biting down on your bottom lip, you moved to look at Chris, your one hand running over his abs, while the other found George’s nape. 

You dove back into it then. Chris’ lips on yours in a hot and passionate kiss, while George was kissing your neck and back. With every passing second you grew needier, your pussy throbbing even with Chris back inside your panties with his fingers, circling your clit with expertise. The soft sounds coming out of your mouth drove both of them crazy, their cocks straining against their trousers. 

Quickly, they moved to get naked as well, the three of you getting cozier in the middle of the bed, your body pressed between theirs. Spreading your legs, you hooked one each around theirs, letting both men take their turns to kiss your neck and lips, George’s long fingers inside of you, pumping you open for one of their cocks, while Chris’ thumb was back on your clit, pressing down as he moved it in perfect circles. The sensation made your heart race and your body tingle, every touch better than the last. There wasn’t anything that could make you stop right now, not even the end of the world. If this was how you died - so be it. 

“Who do you want where, darling?” George finally whispered into your ear, his middle and forefinger still thrusting into you, hitting you right where you needed it most. Words were hard to form with both men on you, but you somehow managed to whimper that you really wanted to suck Chris’ cock first. 

Chris felt himself twitch against your thigh, groaning into your neck.

“Fuck, yeah, let’s do that.”

You found yourself on your hands and knees seconds later, Chris kneeling in front, George behind you. Chris' hand was caressing your face, his pupils blown as he stared down at you with nothing but admiration and hunger in his eyes. He brushed his thumb against your lips.

“Suck, darling.” He commanded in a whisper and you obliged immediately, your lips parting to suck his thumb into your mouth. His breath hitched, feeling your tongue twirl around his digit. 

“What a good, good girl.” He mumbled and George, currently feeling up your ass and enjoying the view of your glistening folds, smirked proudly.

“Yeah, she’s always so fucking good. Likes to be told what to do, too.” He squeezed your right cheek, before getting his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times. “Are you ready for me, my love?” He asked then and you nodded, whimpering around Chris’ thumb.

George moved right away. His tip breached your sensitive hole and your eyes rolled back when he began to sink into you, every inch of him feeling nothing short of delicious. George’s cock was girthy and by now you would have expected to be used to how he stretched you, but no, it was a perfect new experience every time. Chris wasn’t as wide as George, but slightly longer, his angry red tip staring at you, taunting you with the sticky pre cum about to drop onto the duvet. Looking up at Chris with big eyes now, trying to signal him that his thumb was not enough anymore.

And even though this was the first time Chris and you were intimate like this, he seemed to get it right away. His eyes met yours and sparkled with more hunger than before, his thumb leaving your mouth and instead bringing his hand around his cock, leading it to your awaiting mouth. Breathing heavily, his tip bumped against your outstretched tongue, the softness making him moan. You hungrily licked away his pre-cum, revelling in his taste.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Chris groaned, his cock now sliding inside your mouth. Every inch that got engulfed by your warmth already brought him closer to the edge, his eyes rolling back when his tip reached the back of your throat. 

Just then, George finally bottomed out, his throbbing cock feeling right at home in your tight walls. His hands gripped your waist, grounding himself in the familiarity of your body. His first thrust was firm and controlled and caused you to almost fall forward, Chris’ cock gliding even deeper down your throat. He gasped audibly, his hands moving to your head, fingers grabbing your hair. Hollowing out your cheeks, you moved your head up and down his shaft, tongue pressing against his undersite and gliding over his tip whenever you moved back. 

With every thrust, George felt himself nearing his climax, his fingers digging into your skin. There were little things George enjoyed more than being with you. To him, you were perfect, everything about you was perfect. The way you arched your back when he tasted you, the way you squeezed his cock just like right now, hinting at your own climax being close. He loved the way you listened to his every word, how you aimed to please and be pleased, how you kissed him every chance you got. And this, right now, you almost choking on his best friend’s cock, being so goddamn good for them… a part of him was worried about missing this, about missing you with a cock in your mouth while he fucked you, about wishing he could hear your gagged moans, about almost losing his mind over the way you pulsated around him, so turned on by Chris inside your throat. 

“You’re doing so well, darling, I am so proud of you.” He purred, his hands gently caressing your backside. 

“Yeah, Georgey is right, pet, you’re really doing so fucking well.” Chris licked his lips, watching your eyes sparkle with tears. “Can I fuck your mouth?” He asked then, breathlessly and you nodded immediately. Relieved, Chris looked over at George who gave him an encouraging grin. That was all he needed. Both of your consent. 

The two men didn’t hold back then. In almost perfect unison they began to thrust, one cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly, while the other went so deep down your throat you thought to see stars. Never had you felt so full before, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, muffled moans around Chris’ cock sending vibrations through the blonde man. He groaned, fingers digging into your scalp as he lost himself completely in his pleasure. 

George knew it wasn’t going to take long anymore, his cock beginning to twitch over and over inside you, feeling your soft walls tightening around him.

“Are you gonna come for us, darling? Gonna come all prettily on my cock?” His hips picked up the pace and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks, the pleasure almost too much to handle. And when George sneaked a hand between your legs and let his thumb press down harshly on your clit - there was no stopping it. Your orgasm hit you like a hard wave, your body shaking while your moans got drowned out by the sound of skin on skin, wet and perfect and filthy. Chris was thriving on the way your throat vibrated around him, closing in on his orgasm. 

“Good girl, so fucking good.” Every wave of your orgasm brought George closer to his own and when he finished fucking you through your high, he finally reached his. Gripping onto your hips for dear life, he moaned your name once, twice and emptied inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white, leaving you hot and satisfied. 

“Fuuuck, you’re perfect.” Chris watched your eyes rolling back forward and when he saw the longing look in them, he couldn’t help but fall over the edge, cursing under his breath while his own load shot down your throat, your lips sucking hungrily, not wanting to waste even one drop of him. You milked him of all he had and only when he pulled out and fell backwards, did you swallow it all, falling on top of him with George landing on your back. 

The three of you needed a good five minutes to recover from this, both men sticky with sweat the same way as you. 

They finally got up, George getting you and them clothes to change into (He gave Chris a set of his own) and Chris bringing a washcloth from the bathroom to carefully clean you up. Giggling, you thanked him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom yourself (always pee after sex!). 

George and Chris got dressed in a comfortable silence, only exchanging a look when they were both clothed and sitting on the bed, backs resting against the headrest.

“So,” George started, “should we tell the others?” He asked and Chris clicked his tongue.

“I think that’s up to you, mate. But,” his eyes darted to the bathroom you were still in, “if you do tell them, do not be surprised if they beg you to be next.”

George looked at him for a few seconds. Then, he grinned. 

“You know what? I might not even hate that idea.”

[daryltwdixon]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5

Summary: A quiet ultrasound appointment brings everything into focus. And for a moment, it almost feels like the three of you might actually be okay.

|| fluff, pregnancy, soft/domestic joel & tommy, mentions of gender/sex || notes: can't believe im celebrating 2k followers :') I wanted to give you guys something short and sweet to say thank you for everything!!!!

Walking into the softly lit exam room at the back of the OBGYN office, you felt like you were floating. 

You were going to find out the sex of your baby today—your baby. Maybe even start talking names. And somehow, impossibly, you had the two most important men in your life at your side.

Once you were seated on the reclined exam chair, the paper crinkling beneath you, a nurse stepped in with a clipboard in hand. She paused in the doorway, blinking between Joel and Tommy like she was trying to work out a puzzle she hadn’t been trained for.

“And… you’re the father?” she asked, eyes landing on Joel.

Tommy cleared his throat, raising his hand slightly. “That’d be me.”

Her gaze flicked between them, then back to Joel. “And you are...?”

Joel didn’t miss a beat. “Here for support,” he said simply, voice even, stepping back a half pace like he was used to deferring.

You reached your hands out to both of them—instinctively, without thinking—and Tommy stepped in first, his hand sweeping across your shoulders and giving them a reassuring squeeze. Joel hesitated for a heartbeat, then joined by your side, his large, calloused hand slipping into yours.

Warm. Steady. Yours.

The nurse gave a slightly awkward smile and nodded as she dimmed the lights. “Alright. Let’s take a look.”

You lifted your shirt, baring your small but visible bump, and flinched slightly when the cold gel met your skin. Joel’s fingers curled tighter around yours, his jaw ticking just slightly as he watched the nurse work.

Then came the sound—quiet at first, then clear and steady.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

The heartbeat filled the room. You let out a shaky breath, your other hand reaching blindly toward Tommy’s. He took it instantly, his thumb brushing slow strokes across your knuckles.

“Everything is looking really good here,” the nurse said, her voice gentle as she adjusted the wand slightly. Her hand lifted to the screen, pointing to the shifting contrast of black and white, the little form in the middle of it all resting quietly.

“There’s the spine,” she murmured, tracing along a curved shape. “And here—those are the legs… that little flicker right there, that’s the heartbeat.” She paused, smiling as the sound filled the room. “Strong and steady. Just like we want.”

On the screen, the blurry shape of your baby came into view.

Your baby.

You looked at Tommy first, his eyes fixed on the screen, lips parted like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. The awe on his face was soft and open, reverent in a way that made your heart squeeze. But when you turned your head to Joel, expecting him to be wearing that same expression—expecting him to be watching the monitor—what you found instead was his gaze locked on you.

He wasn’t looking at the screen. He wasn’t focused on the gel on your stomach or the heartbeat echoing through the room. He was looking at you like he’d never seen anything more important. And it wasn’t lust. It wasn’t confusion. It wasn’t the hardened edge he so often used to keep the world at arm’s length. It was undeniable, quiet, devastating—pouring out of him in a way that made your chest tighten and your throat go dry. You could feel it before you understood it, feel the way something in him had cracked open and let the truth pour through.

He looked at you like he’d been holding his breath for months and was finally allowed to exhale. Like this, being here, being next to you, hearing the heartbeat of the baby he helped create, was more than he ever thought he’d be allowed to have.

The nurse’s voice cut softly through the silence, her tone gentle.

“Would you like to know the sex?”

You all turned to look at her, and you smiled widely, “Yes,” you breathed. 

There was a beat—quiet and suspended—before she gave a small smile and angled the wand, fingers adjusting a few dials on the machine.

“Well,” she said lightly, eyes flicking to the screen, “Looks to me like you’re going to have a bouncing baby boy,” and she looked at you with a smile.

Your hand flew to your mouth, moisture prickling at the edges of your vision as you continued to stare at the screen. You felt Tommy’s grip tighten on your shoulder, and when you turned to look at him again, he was grinning—eyes shining, lips pressed together like he was trying hard to keep it together.

“A boy,” he echoed, the words catching in his throat. His forehead dropped against yours, and you both laughed—soft, wet, breathless. “That’s our boy.”

Joel’s hand was still holding yours, steady as a heartbeat, but when you looked up at him again, he wasn’t smiling. Not yet. He was staring at the monitor like it was something sacred, like he’d just been told something he’d never expected to be allowed to want. Then he looked down at you.

And then he smiled.

It wasn’t big. It wasn’t flashy. But it was real—soft at the corners, eyes crinkling just barely as his thumb brushed over the back of your hand.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Because it was all there in that look. This is ours. This matters. I’m in this.

I love you.

And you knew, in that exact moment, that no matter how complicated this had started—no matter how much more there was to untangle—this boy, this heartbeat, this moment… it belonged to all three of you.

If walking into the appointment had felt like floating, walking out was something else entirely—like moving through a dream you never wanted to wake up from. You couldn’t stop smiling, the world around you dulled and glowing, your mind lost in the echo of a heartbeat and the shape of a baby boy on a screen.

The three of you moved together in that haze, stepping out into the chilly sunlight of the parking lot. When you paused in front of Tommy’s truck, you looked between them again—two men who had once stood on opposite sides of this impossible situation, and now stood beside you like they belonged there.

Tommy’s face had gone still, his mouth set, brows slightly furrowed. He stared at Joel with something unreadable in his eyes—something tight and raw.

Joel looked back, quieter than usual, like he didn’t quite know what to say now that the moment had passed. So instead of saying anything, he leaned into you, kissing your cheek to say farewell, his scruff brushing your skin. You returned it softly, your lips grazing his jaw, your hand squeezing the warm muscle of his arm.

But when you pulled back, Tommy hadn’t moved.

His gaze was still locked on Joel, his jaw clenched like something inside him was fighting to come out.

And then—without a word—he stepped forward and pulled his brother into a hug.

Joel stiffened for half a second, caught off guard, but then he melted into it, his hand coming up to clasp the back of Tommy’s shoulder, gripping tight.

“Thank you,” Tommy said, voice low and rough, the words barely audible against Joel’s shoulder.

Joel didn’t answer. He just held on tighter. You stood there, silent, your heart thudding softly in your chest, watching two men who rarely spoke the truth when it came to their feelings finally let the silence carry it for them.

When they pulled apart after a few more stretched moments, it wasn’t with any big, sweeping gestures or lingering emotion. They just stepped back, like the hug had done what it needed to do. Joel kept his hands on Tommy’s shoulders for a second longer, gave him one last squeeze, and then let go, clearing his throat like it had caught him off guard. 

His face schooled back to that familiar guarded stillness, but something softer lingered in his eyes as he looked between you both. 

“You guys get home safe,” he said, voice low and rough but steady, as if it was the only thing that made sense to say. Then, a beat later, with a nod that felt heavier than it should’ve: “I’ll see you Sunday for dinner.”

Tommy gave a quiet nod in return, murmured, “Yeah…yeah, see you then,” and just like that, it was over. No drawn-out goodbyes. No emotional unpacking. Just two brothers, both different than they’d been, both still trying, still here. And somewhere in the quiet between them, something had started to mend. Not fixed. Not perfect. But real.

There wasn’t a name for what the three of you were. No label that fit cleanly. It wasn’t a love triangle, it wasn’t polyamory in the traditional sense. It could hardly be called an open relationship. So after many, many conversations—some over coffee in the morning, others over late-night whiskey or wine-stained lips—you came to call it a V. You were the hinge. The axis. The woman in the middle of it all. Two men on either side, tethered to you in different ways. One who had stood by you through everything, who put a ring on your finger and loved you quietly, consistently, through every storm. And one who burned hot like the sun, who may have showed up late but looked at you like gravity itself answered to you.

So you built something. Carefully. A set of boundaries that helped you breathe, that helped them stay.

There would be no sex with Joel in your house. That was a line drawn hard and fast—out of respect, out of necessity, out of knowing how fast lines blurred once it was crossed. Intimacy with Joel happened elsewhere: in his home when Sarah wasn’t there, or, your personal favorite, steamy hookups in the cab of his truck.

Your marriage came first. Not because Joel didn’t matter, but because Tommy had to matter most. He was your emotional home. The legal foundation, yes—but more than that, the heart of this entire thing. Joel was the fire. Tommy was the hearth. And if things felt uneven, if the scales tipped too far toward danger or desire, Tommy was allowed to speak up, to reset the balance.

There would be no more secrets. No more cold silences, no more backdoor hookups, no more shit talking through gritted teeth like any of you didn’t know exactly what was happening. The days of pretending to be fine, of swallowing jealousy or doubt or guilt until it festered—those were over. If someone felt left out, they said so. If something wasn’t working, it got talked about right away. You owed each other that much now. It didn’t mean it was easy. It didn’t mean you always got it right. But it meant no one was left guessing. No more spirals. No more lies dressed up as compromise. Just the hard, necessary work of being honest. Every time.

It wasn’t perfect, and maybe it never would be. But you had love. You had them. And together, you had a son on the way.

And that was everything.

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pretty little birds. pt. 2

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and yet another evening of waiting eagerly for hamzah to knock on her door. she made herself look especially pretty today- her excuse being, we're doing a stream. deep down she knew it was all for him, but hated to admit it even to herself. because what would it mean to their friendship?

having put on a cozy outfit, she still decided to do her makeup nicer than she normally would. putting on a lipgloss he once talked about, and some perfume he complimented her over. she didn't even notice how gravitated towards those things she was, almost like she didn't want to notice. as she stood next to her bathroom mirror, trying to somehow get her hair to cooperate, the long awaited sound finally came- he rang the doorbell. after letting out a quiet, nervous 'fuck!' over her incompetence, she ran to the door to let him in as soon as possible. she did miss him, she really did.

"hey", hamzah let out, stepping into her apartment. "you look really pretty today"

she chuckled nervously and hugged his side, trying not to act too suspicious. "thanks. wanted to look presentable for the stream or whatever"

"you did a great job. i love your hair", he said, looking at her with unmistakable adoration, which somehow slipped past her. she gave him a small smile in response, not wanting for him to notice how affected she was by his compliments.

on the other hand, hamzah was just as nervous. she smelled incredible and it really messed with his head. he could feel the perfume probably from a mile away and recognise the unique blend it created with her natural scent. he truly felt crazy. who the hell thinks this way about their friend? who wishes they could just spray the perfume on their pillow for comfort?

"anyway, i did bring the food. got some mexican, i hope you're in the mood for that", he said hesitantly, to which she smiled again.

"oh yeah, that sounds amazing. wanna go settle it down in the office? i'll make us some tea in the meantime"

"of course", he whispered, before pinching her shoulder and heading to the said room. it was decorated nicely, very much in her style. as soon as he stepped in there, he noticed her dog lounging on its bed, looking at him with curious eyes, almost as if asking him for a pet, to which he obviously obliged.

after some time, y/n came into the room as well, holding two cups in her hand, noticeably one of them being hamzah's favourite. "there you go", she said quietly after settling it down on the desk next to their food. she sat down on the chair next to him, the dog immediately hopping onto her lap, making them both emit a small laugh.

"what do you wanna play on the stream?", he asked.

"i feel like we could play sims...? if you're up for it"

"yeah that sounds nice. do you also have that freaky mod with nakedness and shit?"

they both laughed, remembering how surprised him and martin were while filming sims videos with mandy. "nah, i don't".

"damn, you've been outfreaked".

she laughed at the comment. "what the fuck".

after a while of those snarky remarks, she finally turned the stream on, the camera showing both of them eating their food.

"hey everyone! let's wait a little bit till more people get on here..." "anyway, i'm here with hamzah today as you can see", she turned to the side as he waved at her computer.

"hi guys...", he said nonchalantly.

"bro you're not him", she laughed at his tone, and his facade snapped.

"boi come on, let me appeal a bit to your audience"

"aurafarming final boss", she said, laughing to the camera.

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[nanamimizz]

BLOG ANNOUNCEMENT.

hiii everyone !!! happy sunday 🫶🏼 wherever it is that you are. i have some big news to share with you all and i know it will be met with some questions so i will try my best to answer all of them here in this announcement.

to start off - i am moving blogs. for the past two months or so i’ve had a hard and difficult time being on here as i’ve become hit with the harsh reality that my blog is a mess. i’ve tried to clean it up before in the past but those half assed attempts just made the problems worse than alleviating it. it’s too the point that i really can’t find anything ever and if i am having a hard time doing that i can’t imagine how it must be for others. the second reason why im moving blogs is because this blog feels far too big for me now, i’ve been on nanamimizz for 4ish years and it doesn’t feel like my safe space carved out for me by me.

i will always treasure nanamimizz, and everyone on here for the memories and the growth i’ve experienced on here with you all but i do think i need a fresh start. nanamimizz will not be deleted but simply archived - all my writing will be available and im not sure if my personal posts should be left up or not. i’m still deciding on that.

the new blog is still in the works, and it won’t be released for a bit nor will this move be immediate ! we have until one month from now - on April 23rd for the move !

i will be on a completely different blog with a completely different name. mutuals are more than welcome to dm both on here/discord and ask for the url which is up and i ask you to NOT share it with anyone else, anons who ask for it or other mutuals. to my readers i thank you all for joining on this journey and for finding joy in my craft.

it has been a honor and joy to be your little lamb these past few years and i hope you follow me into greener pastures <3

[rizzanon]

Heyy how are you?

helloo!! using this ask to answer everyone who’s been asking for my wellbeing these past two weeks! i’ve been doing alright!!

ramadan this year was just a little more tiring that usual and i didn’t really have the motivation to go and answer my inbox these past few weeks so that would explain my inactivity lol 😅🥲 (so sorry for those who sent in asks 😭)

but that doesn’t mean i haven’t been thinking about undoing fate and batfam feb (if we can call it that still 💀 it’s almost april oh my days)

that being said, i officially won’t be back until april at best, it’s exam season again and i totally flopped my H2 chem paper (fucking hate organic chem so much)

i’ve already drafted all of the works i planned to post during batfam feb, but some are still not finished yet—i’m planning to multi drop them when i’m freed from the shackles of exams 😭😓

and undoing fate chapter 8 and 9 (yes 9 🙂‍↕️) will be dropping sometime in april (mid april latest)

so stay tuned!

that being said, incase you guys want to know what i’ve been doing (other than racking my brains for exams 💀), just click below the cut.

was super hyped for invincible season 3 and i loved every bit of it (rexsplode you will be missed dearly—it should have been immortal 💀) and i absolutely loved marks black and blue suit (we gotta love our graysons and their redheads 🥰🤗)

and because i kinda got back into my invincible hyperfixation, i can’t help but think of regressor! sister grayson—you’re a year younger than mark here(but technically i wouldn’t call this version a regressor, just someone who regressed once and used it to her full advantage) and have been exploiting my sideblog to test it out a bit… (these are privated lol)

got the motivation when i rewatched season two and remembered angstrom mentioning how in quite a few dimensions, debbie joined nolan and mark in their conquering, so take it that in her first life, she came from such a dimension, but when she regressed, she found herself in the current dimension that we know of… somewhat.

i completely understand if yall think this is probably more of an oc than a x reader type but yes this was kind of self-indulgent and still a wip lol

that being said, i also made some other platonic aus—if there is a batsis au, there must be a supersis au too! 🤭

probably won’t be a series, just some fluff works surrounding this au lol

and i’ve been delving into the actual comics for arrowfam and green lantern corp as well so i can’t help but imagine…

of course once again, this might be very self-indulgent and probably more of an oc than x reader, but i can’t get this idea out of my head until i write it all out 😓🫣 (incase you can’t tell all these ss are just snippets and i’ve written a lot more in my sideblog posts lol)

there’s still that one bruce wayne x childhood friend! reader slow burn fic that i have in my drafts that’s 90% done as well as another work i’m working on… so yes, i’ll most definitely be spoiling you guys in april 🤗🤫

ALSO THANK YOU FOR 2.5K FOLLOWERS WHATT that’s insane 😭🫶🫶

i think that’s mainly it 😅

oh

i also got addicted to dc dark legions 😓💀

still learning the meta behind these but i didn’t expect myself to fall in so deep 😭

red hood is still one of my best characters (he should have been red but thank god he’s yellow, because he’s been carrying my team, along with mera lol)

hate the fact that my beloved nightwing is so hard to get though 😭 so yup, that’s about it! let me know what yall think about the few teasers i dropped lol)

[drtyelvisfantasy]

SAVE YOUR LOVE

LINEMAN!RAFE X STRIPPER!READER AU

note: thank you to all who voted in my poll and i hope you all enjoy this<3 please send in any questions you have abt this au, I'll be very excited to answer them all and I am also trying to find a nickname for out reader so if you have any ideas please send them. please like and reblog🎀

summary: rafe takes the reader on a week long trip to florida

warnings: fluff, angst, infidelity, I don't think theres any more warnigs but let me know if I'm missing any :)

Rafe decided that we should go on a small vacation. He said it would be best if we took a break from the hectic lifestyles we were living, and he was right. The drive to Florida was long. I kept trying to convince Rafe to book us a plane ticket, but he kept telling me no. Every time I asked him why, he responded with complete silence.

I had never been to Florida before, so I was excited for the week-long trip.

As Rafe and I entered the small beach house, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of normalcy. It almost felt like a home. Rafe said it would be better if we rented a small beach house for the week instead of staying in a hotel—he said we needed a change of scenery. Rafe carried our bags inside as he looked around, his eyes taking in the small, cozy space.

“You did a good job picking this house out,” I said to Rafe.

He smiled, setting down the bags in a small corner. “Yeah, it’s nice. Better than those cramped hotel rooms, right?”

“Yeah… that’s why you should stay at my place more often.”

Rafe glanced at me, a sly smirk on his face. He took a step closer, his voice low. “You always make excuses an—”

Rafe interrupted himself, his voice firm. “No arguments. No fighting. This is supposed to be a relaxing trip, sweetheart. I don’t want any of that bullshit.”

“Sorry.” I was quick to apologize—I couldn’t ruin the trip on the first day. I didn’t want him to hate me for the rest of the week.

“No apologies, baby. I just want us to have a good time, alright? I just want to spend time with you.”

Rafe leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to my cheek, his hand coming up to cup my face tenderly. He pulled away with a small grin.

-

Since we were staying in a house instead of a hotel, we had to go grocery shopping instead of relying on room service and takeout. Rafe grabbed a grocery cart and pushed it through the aisles, eyeing different foods and snacks. We made sure not to buy too much since we were only staying at the rental property for a week.

“What should we make for dinner tonight?”

Rafe looked at me, shrugging as he scanned the frozen meat section. “I’m not sure. What do you feel like having? Something light or something heavy?”

I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing what I wanted to eat. At the end of the day, it was all up to Rafe—I just wanted to see him happy. He looked at me for a moment before returning his gaze to the freezer. He reached for a pack of steaks, tossing them into the cart.

“Steak? Feeling fancy, huh?”

“Yeah, I figured we could treat ourselves. Besides, you know I love red meat,” Rafe teased.

-

We finally arrived back at the house. Rafe and I collapsed onto the shared bed, both of us drained from the long trip to Florida. Rafe pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my neck as he yawned. I never had to worry about feeling cold or scared at night when Rafe was with me—he gave me a sense of clarity and safety. Every time I had a nightmare, he was there—holding me, whispering that I had nothing to fear because he was right beside me. His presence was my safety, my comfort. I couldn’t imagine a life without him.

Once Rafe and I woke up, we made our way to the kitchen to start cooking. Rafe took charge of the stove, preparing the steaks while I set the table. I could get used to this life. I wanted it to be like this forever.

Rafe glanced at me, his attention still on the steaks sizzling on the stove, making sure he didn’t burn them. “How do you like your steak, baby? Rare or well done?”

“Medium rare,” I replied.

Rafe nodded, his tone firm. “Medium rare it is. That’s the only right way to eat steak.”

After finishing our meal, we took a moment to relax and continue our conversation at the dinner table. Rafe leaned back in his chair, a content smile on his face as he looked at me.

“So… how’s life back home?”

His expression quickly changed, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

“Home? Home is just… home. There’s not much to say.”

“You sure?” I asked eagerly. I wanted to know what it was like back home for him, but more than anything, I wanted to know about his wife. Does she treat him well? Does she know about this trip? Does she know about us?

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s just… not that interesting, ya know?”

“Sorry to hear that.” The words felt hollow, but I didn’t know what else to say. Apologizing was all I ever seemed to do.

Rafe shook his head, waving off my apology. “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter. I’d rather not think about home right now. I’m just here to spend time with you.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Rafe reached over and stroked my head gently, his expression softening. “Exactly. We’re here to enjoy our time together, not talk about boring stuff.”

There was a moment of quiet between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Rafe’s attention was focused on me, his gaze fixed on my face. He studied me for a second.

“What are we gonna do tomorrow?” I asked.

“Well, I was thinking of going to the beach. Spend the day on the sand. Just us.”

“Sounds fun. Been a while since I got a nice tan. You need a tan too—you live on an island and still look pale,” I teased.

Rafe rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Hey, not all of us can be constantly tan, sweetheart. Some of us burn too easily.”

I gave Rafe a small smile in response. He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of my face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

-

The next day, Rafe took me to the beach as promised. The warmth of the sun on my skin and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore made everything feel so peaceful. In that moment, all my worries faded, and it was just us—playing in the water, laughing, and losing ourselves in the simplicity of being together. Rafe took every opportunity to touch me, his hands always finding an excuse to be on my body.

“Rafe, put me down! You’re gonna make me all wet!” I giggled, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Rafe laughed along with me, his gaze heated as he looked down at me. “You’ll get even wetter when we get back to the house. But for now…” He tossed me back into the water playfully.

As time passed, we found ourselves back at the house, lying in the shared bed, talking in hushed tones. The conversation was easy, a sign of the growing comfort between us.

“I like it here,” I said.

A warm smile spread across Rafe’s face at my words, his expression softening. “Yeah… me too. I like having you all to myself.”

“We should move here, you know? Just me and you.”

Rafe stayed silent, his expression shifting at the suggestion. He didn’t answer right away, his eyes searching my face as he considered the implications of what I was saying.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Rafe shook his head, taking in my words. The idea of living in this peaceful place with me seemed to resonate with him, pulling him in. He shifted closer, his arm wrapping around my waist, his presence grounding me in a way that felt both comforting and intense.

His tone was soft but firm as he gently pulled me closer. “You need to rest, baby. Today was a long day. Come on, close those pretty eyes and get some sleep.”

“Okay,” I responded obediently. He pulled me into his arms, holding me close to his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head, his hand rubbing up and down my back soothingly.

We made the most of the rest of our trip, enjoying each other’s company, living a simple life, playing house. He seemed happier than ever, his usual tension and anger melting away in my presence. But I couldn’t help but feel a little sad, realizing this was just a temporary escape from reality—and the life I so desperately wanted was still out of reach.

[azzibuckets]

letters from dallas part 1

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: in which i neglect all the other series and fics im supposed to be writing to send more angst ur way <3

lfd masterlist | main masterlist

May 1, 2025

Dear Azzi,

It fucking sucks here.

I know I’m supposed to be thankful for this opportunity. And I am, I swear. My teammates are nice. Arike’s been showing me around downtown. Nai and Lyss are funny. They’ve adopted me, called me their child. They remind me of us.

My therapist said it’s good to write down my feelings. Not sure how she’d say if it was letters, letters to you, but hey, something is better than nothing.

I saw a trailer for Frozen 3 last week and I thought of you. I hope you’re doing well. I called KK the other day. She was so excited - I felt bad. I haven’t been as good as I wanted to be with talking to our team - well, your team now - but it hurts too much knowing that they get to spend every day with you and I can’t. I asked her about you. She seemed hesitant to tell me. But I kept nagging her and she told me you’re good, spending a lot of time reading and stuff. Said they finally got you off Colleen Hoover. She wants me to move on, I can tell. It’s killing both of us, how I can’t let you go. But I guess writing these letters and stuffing them in my closet are how I’m trying to get my closure and deal with my feelings, so maybe this will help.

You’re on my fucking mind all the time, and I wish you weren’t. I miss you so bad sometimes it hurts to exist. If you saw the amount of melatonin I take every every night just to avoid you until my dreams, you’d probably yell at me.

Love,

Paige

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June 7, 2025

Dear Azzi,

Have I mentioned that Drew hasn’t been talking to me? He blames me for our breakup, and he misses you like hell. I do too.

I played like shit in the game yesterday. I can’t believe we lost to the Sparks. It was nice seeing Cam again though. I don’t know if you remember, but it’s our anniversary. I saw that you were at the soccer game with the girls. You looked really good, really happy. I guess it doesn’t affect you like it affects me. And I know that should make me like, mad, or jealous. But I’m glad at least one of us is healing?

Honestly? it sucks having to see your face all over social media. It sucks even more whenever I go on my Instagram page and you’re all over it too. I could be salty and delete all of it, but that would start too much drama. Besides, that would mean deleting like half my posts

I wonder how Jose and Jon are doing. Jon unfollowed me the other day. That one hurt pretty bad. I miss my little brothers, and I miss your parents.

Love,

Paige

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August 28, 2025

Dear Azzi,

Yesterday was a fucking shit show. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to even show up when I heard you guys were coming. It was weird, seeing you in the audience. It was everything I’d always imagined, you coming to my games, but it also made me feel sick, knowing this is what could’ve been. What should’ve been. I was nervous the last quarter thinking about what to say to you after the game, but god, Azzi, you couldn’t even look at me. I tried to talk to you after the group pic but you disappeared.

Maybe it’s a good time to tell you that Katie and Tim were at my game last week, against the Mystics. I’m gonna be honest, when I saw they were there, I avoided them, and I’m not proud of it. I ran to my car straight after the presser but somehow they found where I parked and were waiting next to it?? If this was a different circumstance I would’ve laughed.

All they told me was great game before I started crying. I don’t even know what came over me. But your mom hugged me and that made me cry even harder. They told me I was their daughter no matter what, and they loved me. I wrote it down as soon as I left because I didn’t ever wanna forget.

Azzi, we didn’t even marry each other like we promised, and I still feel like we left a broken family. I didn’t mean for this many people to get hurt, for this many relationships to shatter because ours did.

It makes forgetting you so much harder, and that’s what pisses me off. That I’ve injured my knee and gone through months of rehab and moved across the country to a brand new city, yet this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

From,

Paige

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October 2nd, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I was calling KK again and I didn’t ask about you this time. I think I’m making some progress.

Arike keeps trying to get me with some of her friends, but it still doesn’t feel right. I think I need a little bit more time.

From,

Paige

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October 20, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I turn 24 today. Damn I feel old. I’ve spent a third of my life now loving you.

From,

Paige

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October 22nd, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I just got your present in the mail. You didn’t have to. I love it. Thank you.

- Paige

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November 11, 2025

Happy birthday big head. I think you probably received my gift by now. I debated on writing a card, but you didn’t write me one, and I’ve decided to leave the cards (haha) in your hand. So I’m just following your lead. I hope you enjoy 23.

- Paige

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December 7, 2025

Azzi,

Hell of a game yesterday. Proud of you. National player of the year performance

- P

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April 5, 2026

Az,

LET’S FUCKING GOOOO. Shit, man. Two peat natty champs??? Unbelievable. My hands are tweaking out, I can’t even read my own handwriting. I knew you could do it, Az. Thank you for not forcing me to wear irish merch..I never look good in green like you do

- P

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April 13, 2026

Azzi,

Drafted to the Sky????

See you so fucking soon

Nice fit at the draft btw

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May 16, 2026

Dear Azzi,

Fuck, the way you smiled at me after that game. Maybe I’ll have the courage to finally text you. I know it’s probably not the best idea but…I still regret everything. It’s been a little bit more than a year and it still hurts as bad as it did the first day. Is this normal?

Love,

Paige

[gothwineaunts]

Hello this is the anom who asked about “IF you were skipping the focus on Annabel and Lenore”. I want to clear up some misunderstandings because I don’t think people have understood that I asked about this question WITH GENUINE INTENTIONS.

1. I’m not going to disclose where I’ve heard this, I should have been clear on the fact that the source of where I heard about this rumor from, was not sure if it was true themselves. I asked this question on the curiosity about IF IT WAS TRUE OR NOT. I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear on that.

2. Yes I have noticed people hating on montresor, I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE.

3. I don’t think you are skipping the focus on Lenore nor Annabel. AGAIN I ASKED WITH GENUINE INTENT BECAUSE I WAS NOT SURE WHAT I HEARD WAS TRUE.

4. Thank goodness you’re addressing on how weird those montresor fans are.

5. No it’s not because people are mad about lennabel not kissing each other yet, I asked for the sake of those worried about the rumor.

6. I didn’t mean to offend you at all, I was thinking about how to ask you about this rumor because I wanted you to confirm if it was true or not. I’m really sorry if I was not clear about that.

(And to the person telling me to get my co2 detector to get checked out, what I said was not made up?? God forbid someone wants to ask a genuine question ABOUT SOMETHING THAT THEY GENUINELY LOVE. DID YOU KNOW I’VE BEEN HERE SINCE THE START OF SEASON 1? Did you actually think I had malicious intentions?? You’re the one who needs to get checked out, if you thought that what I asked, was asked with malicious intent. Sleep with both eyes open shortazn97.)

I hope it clears up my intentions.

There's exactly one (1) part of this ask that I care to address and I'm very sorry to all who have been subjected to the rest of the tirade as a result. If I could crop most of it out, believe me I would. Addressing your #4 point. That threw me for such a loop that I had to reread my own post to figure out what you meant by it, and my best guess is that you thought when I said: "I'm sick to death of people being weird about Montresor. Some of you out there really need to learn what a villain is, it's frankly wild how much confusion there seems to be around this concept." that you think that I'm talking about people who like Montresor. Which, I'd like to correct. I thought I was fairly clear but I want to put the finest point possible on this. Villains make the conflict happen. You do not need to agree with what a villain is doing to enjoy them as a character. And of course you're more than welcome to not enjoy villains, but what you don't have is any right to insult and harass people who do. Because, (and please listen to me so carefully because I'm tired of people not understanding the irony of this) that would make you the villain. But like, irl. Not dissimilar to how threatening harm on someone who left a lighthearted comment about checking your CO2 detector would?? Which, like. Hon you're really not doing yourself any favors here. This entire ask reads like it could have been desperately scratched into a wall somewhere in the backrooms. Yeesh. I was not insulted by your initial ask, I was just commenting about how the rumor you mentioned in the ask was insulting in its premise. And I am not going to answer any follow-ups to this one. You can type one up if you want, but it'll be dying in my inbox. I'm glad that it seems like you have been enjoying Nevermore and thank you for your support. Peace and love. ✌️

[coupsctrl]

Hihi - a request if you have time, some tooth rotting fluff about Scoups/Reader and reader wearing his hoodies. Because mans seems to ALWAYS HAVE the comfiest fluffy hoodies that I wish I could hide in. Thank you!

hello!! thank u so much for requesting, i hope u like it! let me know what u think! <3

What's Yours Is Mine

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PAIRING(S):

Boyfriend!Seungcheol, Female!Reader

GENRE:

tooth rotting fluff, as requested :)

"You're shivering"

Those are the words you hear from your beloved boyfriend Seungcheol as you two are watching a show. His house has always been on the colder side, so even though the two of you are cuddled up on the couch, you still manage to shiver.

You look up at him, shrugging. "I'm fine."

He just frowns, poking the tip of your nose as he mumbles "Silly girl..."

You watch as he stands up and disappears into his room. After a while he comes out, holding two of his most beloved hoodies. You tilt your head,

"What's this?"

He smiles, holding both of the soft hoodies out to you. "Pick one."

"Cheol really i'm fin-"

He gently cuts you off. "If you don't pick a hoodie right now I will put it on you myself."

You bite back a laugh at his serious but amusing tone. Looking at the two very large hoodies in front of you, you try to make your decision. One of them is a navy blue hoodie, it has long drawstrings, as well as a logo in the middle of it. But the other catches your eye, it's an all black hoodie, the softness of the material looking like it's seeping into Seungcheol's hands. You've seen it on him plenty of times before, so it being one of your options, makes it impossible to deny.

"That one." you point to the black one, smiling.

He returns your smile, glad you weren't going to fight on this any longer. He gently hands you the hoodie, before sitting back down in his position before. The moment you slide the hoodie on, you feel a sense of warmth. A feeling of contentment. The smell of it is so uniquely Choi Seungcheol, and you can feel yourself instinctively snuggle more and more into it as you lay back down onto his chest.

"You look good in it." He says through a smile, adjusting the neckline of it for you.

You smile, pulling the sleeves up, as they drown your hands. You feel so safe in his clothes, especially when they're 10x bigger than you. You could get used to this.

That's how it all started.

That moment was two weeks ago, and you still try and use every moment as an opportunity to wear them again. About to go on a walk? Well it's cold out, and you need a warm, comfortable hoodie to protect you. Going to bed? What's better than Seungcheol's body & hands wrapped around you as you sleep? His cozy hoodies.

You're currently making a late night snack for yourself. You thought Cheol was asleep, so you opened his closet, grabbed his hoodie and slid it on as you made your way to the kitchen. You yawn as you check the clock on the wall, it reads 1:06am. You know Seungcheol is a light sleeper, always wanting to cuddle you in his sleep, so you try and make it quick.

You slide open the freezer, grabbing a tub of Rocky Road ice cream, your favourite. Seungcheol always makes sure he's stocked up on it, almost like you live there too. You grab a spoon and dig in, getting comfortable as you sit down on the island. You do this most nights. Because of your busy schedule from your new job, and now midterms around the corner, you barely have time to eat proper meals. I mean, not saying that ice cream is a proper meal, but at least it's something.

As you're in your own thoughts, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You immediately relax, letting out a sigh you didn't know you were holding, and drop the spoon into the tub.

"Sorry did I wake you?" You quietly ask.

He mumbles incoherently, his head rubbing against your shoulder and nuzzling it into your neck as he places a kiss there. You always feel so fuzzy inside whenever he gets clingy like this, like a little girl with her crush again.

"Mm...why are you up?" He asks, tightening his grip on your waist.

"'Was hungry. Sorry Cheol, I really tried to not wake you."

You can feel his head shaking on your neck, his breath warm and hot as he says, "You didn't baby, 'woke up on my own."

"Can you come back to bed now, pleasee?" He asks in his adorable sleepy voice.

You turn your upper body to look at him, smiling. "Just a few more bites, kay?"

You can see him nod, his eyes barely keeping open, and you swear your heart could melt on the spot. You turn your body back around, and as you're about to take another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, he speaks. "You're stealing my hoodie again."

You grin, looking down at the oversized sleeves. "It's not stealing if you don't ask for it back"

You hear a low chuckle, as he lets go of your waist. "Guess it's officially yours now."

You smile at his words. Seeming like you gave him enough torture, you stand up and place the ice cream back in the freezer. Practically the minute your hands were free, he wrapped his body around you, walking back to his room.

The two of you plop onto the bed and he immediately places his head on top of yours, rubbing your back soothingly. You whisper, a pang of guilt in your voice. "Sorry I woke you Cheol."

"Don't apologize, like I said you didn't wake me. And if it means I get to keep seeing you in my hoodies, please do this every night."

That makes you let out a small giggle, feeling the tiredness creep up to you as well.

"I love you Cheollie."

Theres a pang of silence before he speaks up,

"I love you more."

You smile, feeling overflowed with love in that moment as you finally shut your eyes for the night.

At this point, his hoodies were basically mine....and so was he.

[readwithsahana]

window seat ✭ OP81 ✭

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

On a train you don’t want to be on, to Melbourne you find yourself sitting in the aisle next to a charming young man, about to ask for the window seat…

warnings…none!

author’s note…Hi lovelies, i’m Sahana! nice to meet you all. This is my first fanfic on tumblr and i hope you guys like it!! Requests are open and i’ve got way too much free time so go for it 🤍!!

———————————————————————

You were walking on into a train that’ll take you from Queenscliff to Melbourne and you definitely didn’t want to be there. Truth be told, the only reason you came on this trip was because your company forced you to, for some boring conference. You’d rather be back at home doing anything but this but you had no choice.

The stale air in the station made you want to throw up, as it always does. The weight of your bag felt much heavier than yesterday, but that may just be the extra unenthusiam you were carrying.

As you stepped up from the station onto the train, the air-con hit you like a bitch.

“Why is it always so damn cold on these things?”

You muttered to yourself hating every second of this day already.

You looked at your ticket, for the 100th time today, hoping it was actually a Disneyland pass and you’d just seen it wrong…but of course, your life didn’t let anything nice happen to you.

“1B, 1B, 1B…”

You repeated quietly to yourself, as your eyes scanned the seat numbers written until you finally found yours.

It was the aisle…

You would have to be staring at someone’s bald head in front of you….

For 3 hours straight…

Fun.

You saw the guy sitting in the window seat on his phone. He looked young, probably not much older if not the same age as you. And he didn’t seem to be all that in love with the window seat. So…maybe he’d let you switch?

“Hey, excuse me?”

He looked up at you, his hazel brown eyes meeting yours. Oh…he’s cute.

You took a deep breath and began your plea.

“Do you mind if we switch seats? It’s no problem if you don’t want to, its up to you, its just if you wouldn’t mind sitting in the aisle, we ca-“

A small smile along with a soft chuckle appeared on his face as he heard you rambling on and on so he politely interrupted - you had secretly thanked him for, respectfully, shutting you the fuck up. It was starting to get long.

“Sure, go for it.”

You were a little surprised by how nicely he accepted…that wasn’t so hard. He got up and made way for you to sit inside, and then sat down in the aisle seat.

“Thanks for that.”

“Oh no problem, i’m not really one for window seats anyways.”

He smiled. You swore you felt butterflies for a second.

Theres a second of silence, but it surprisingly wasn’t awkward.

“I’m Oscar, by the way.” He smiled again. There was no doubt he was attractive, but his smile was something else…

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. So, not a fan of windows? Or scenic views?”

Oscar can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at your humour. He catches himself subtly admiring your features…you were really beautiful. Not what he thought this train ride had in store for him, though he wasn’t complaining.

For Oscar, any travelling was just boring. As someone who travelled a lot, he got used to just tuning out the whole ride - If you ask him to name one trip he remembers, whether a train ride, flight, or car ride…he honestly couldn’t answer. To him, the destination became more important than the journey since nothing ever made the trip memorable.

“I’ve just grown up seeing all of Australia before, so I don’t find the need to see it through the window.”

He said, making up something more poetic, so that you wouldn’t think he was some cynic that hated seeing pretty views, since that obviously wasn’t true - he was enjoying looking at you.

You find yourself captivated by how he speaks. He’s calm and composed while saying the smartest of things - you’d never met someone like him before. And he’s good-looking? You had basically just won the lottery of strangers to sit next to.

From that point onwards, you both didn’t stop talking. Covered pretty much everything and anything. Oscar was usually a pretty reserved person, but for someone that he’d just met, he felt weirdly comfortable sharing a lot. He’d often find himself not even paying attention to your yapping, too focused on the way your eyes light up when you’re talking about something that excites you. Hell, he’s known you for less time than it takes to grill shrimp on the barbie but you’ve got him smiling uncontrollably.

———

“Actually, it’s my first time in Australia.”

You admit, still beguiled by how amazing this country is and why you haven’t come sooner.

“Oh, I better show you around some time then.”

Oscar smirks, hoping it’d be more true than a joke.

———

“How is football better than cricket?!”

He said, in disbelief, looking at you like you had just committed a crime.

“Cricket it just hours of men running with wood in their hands.”

“Football’s the same thing but with a ball?”

———

“Strawberries over Kiwis anyday.” Oscar was fully confident with his answer.

“Okay, you’re actually insane.” You say, shocked by the statement he’d just recited.

———

“The last stop is Melbourne. Please take all your belongings and mind the gap as you leave the train.”

The PA system announced, snapping you out of your dream-like experience with Oscar.

Just like that, 3 hours had passed by. You had forgotten the dead awful conference you had to attend, the shitty company you work for and how much you were supposed to hate today.

Oscar helped you with your bags as you both got off the train, a bittersweet feeling left hanging in the air.

“I guess this is goodbye…” The young Aussie said, his endearing smile seeming more than forced.

“Show me around, sometime?”

You had hoped this wasn’t going to be the last time you would meet Oscar, and by the way his eyes lit up when you offered, you guessed Oscar felt the same way.

As you both bid your goodbyes, and walk in opposite directions, both you and Oscar come to a realisation.

He had just been on a journey he would remember, thanks to you.

You didn’t even need the window seat to get through that ride, thanks to him.

You heard your phone ping in your pocket.

‘How does 7pm tomorrow sound?’

Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad after all…

[neverthatsirius-jo]

CONGRATS ON 200 FOLLOWERS MY TWINNIE 😋 had to jump on this fic fest and request something with my babygirl james potter <3 and i got these from the gifs !

randomized a song from a playlist and got about you by the 1975 :3 and mayhaps u could add a sprinkle of mutual pining?? 🥰 THANK U LOVE U 🫶🏼

| SOMETHING ABOUT YOU ⊹₊⟡⋆

“In which James is more oblivious to your drunken love confessions than you think and he eggs you on into an even more embarrassing one in a broken lift.”

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

genre: fluff <3

w/c: 1.6k

tags: muggle au, coworkers to lovers, kinda drunken confession, mentions of alcohol...

jo’s note: how could i NOT write my twin @foodiegoogie's request first? thank for requesting and i hope you enjoy reading this, even though i think i was bit stingy with the pining. LOVE YOU RESE <333

also i know i received all the event’s requests back in january, but school and my own perfectionism won't let me do things in a timely manner. i'll be posting all the other requests over the next few weeks <3 nerve-wracking to be posting after so long helpp.

“No, no, no, no, no. Shit! Shit!”

You smash the buttons of the lift as if that will magically make its doors open. You press floor after floor and buttons you’ve never even touched before and don’t know what they do.

You lean forward with your hands on the door; your back cracks after sitting for hours typing away on a computer. You’d had to stay late and so had James, it seems, who clears his throat behind you.

“Alright, spill.” 

You close your eyes and purse your lips but don’t turn around just yet. You can’t face him; not after what happened.

The same bubbles of the fizzy, sweet alcoholic drink one of your coworkers had given you were running through your blood and getting to your brain, getting in the way of your neurons and their synapsis. Quickly. 

Weirdly enough that hadn’t stopped you, accepting a few more drinks that would only deteriorate your capacity to make decisions further. It was New Year’s! Not yet really… and it was an office party but still…

“We’re doing—hip!—karaoke! Come!” A hiccuping woman, in a much more grave state than you, grabbed your arm. You were pretty sure it was one of the secretaries but you couldn’t tell, not even squinting your eyes.

The events that followed are one of the most mortifying experiences you have lived and you wish a wizard would come down from the skies and give you a magical object with which you could erase said events from everybody’s memories. Especially James’, who you have been ignoring since then.

“There was something ‘bout you! That made my heart surrender! It’s the same darn thing, something, something surrender,” you ended with an off-key mumble, forgetting the lyrics.

You had pointed! Pointed at James Potter.

James who definitely wasn’t in any need for you to stroke his ego. James Potter whose self-esteem definitely wasn’t a topic he needed to discuss in therapy. James Potter who would show no hesitation in using your little show against you.

To be frank, you had no idea why he hadn’t already started doing exactly just that.

As much a blur as that night had become, the only thing that you could still replay in your mind and in great detail, like under a magnifying glass, was the way he had looked at you. Smug smile, arms crossed, and the promise of future bullying in his eyes. 

If you now have to stare at the grey, metallic wall of the lift until someone comes to your rescue then so be it. 

Ironically, there’s a sign taped to the wall informing about the upcoming halt of all lifts next monday due to an inspection that you can use as a prop and pretend to read.

You make a sound, something in between a question and what you imagine an ant sounds like as they’re about to be stepped on, when he asks his question. You mean to articulate something, but it doesn’t quite come out. You certainly feel as small as an ant.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he clarifies. “Is it some kind of new year’s resolution?”

You smile despite yourself. “Of course, James. All my new year’s resolutions revolve around you.”

You turn around, leaning back on the wall and swinging one leg about in an ‘I’m so bored, you see?’ way but still not looking up.

“Alright, then. What is it?” He asks.

“Don’t be patronising. It’s not a good look.”

“I’m not. Swear.”

When you look up at him, you’re surprised to see his expression matches yours. You roll your eyes when you look down and see him holding up his pinky finger in sign of a promise. 

Weirdly enough you know he’s being truthful, given he didn’t take the opportunity to respond that ‘every look of his is a good look’.

“Okay, then.” You shrug. “Then it doesn't matter.”

He nods, pursing his lips unconvinced. “Matters to me. Doesn’t make for a good work environment if you can’t even look at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

He scoffs. “Congratulations. First time in this whole week.”

“You’re so insufferable. Anyone ever told you that?”

“I would rather call it persistent.”

“Semantics.” You click your tongue on the roof of your mouth.

“Quite an important branch of—”

“Keep talking, and I’ll start jumping until the lift takes pity on me, gives in, and we both fall to our deaths. I mean it.”

He smiles in the way you only see when he knows he’s managed to get under your skin. The silence that follows bothers you greatly but he navigates it with ease, waiting for something, not concerned in the slightest.

“So…” He starts.

“Oh, bloody hell!”

He laughs, and if your face wasn’t burning in anger you’d have relished in the sound, as you usually do but never admit, not even to yourself. 

“I know it’s about the party.” He shakes his head to emphasise his statement as obvious.

“Great observation, Sherlock. How did you manage that?”

“Then I really don’t get what the big deal is.”

You look straight at him and blinking rigidly, like your eyelids weigh triple what they used to and opening them up again costs you greatly.

“You don’t get,” you grit your teeth, “what the big deal is that I serenaded you, drunk, in front of all our coworkers?” 

You don’t break eye contact even when it becomes almost physically painful.

“And all because I have the most embarrassing crush on you! Yeah.” You turn around mumbling petty insults at him. “You don’t see how that could be a big deal? Bloody hell.”

The chuckle he lets out from the deepest part of him makes your head turn at a neck-break pace. 

If looks could kill and what not.

“Now you’re laughing at me. Very mature.”

“I’m the immature one?” He pretends to be offended, bringing a hand to his chest.

“You always have been, I’m not sure why the surprise.” You try to act nonchalant but the wavering in your voice gives you away.

You begin pressing the lift buttons frantically again. Not because you believe it will actually do anything, but because you don’t think strangling James is the way to get the promotion you so desperately want and have been fighting him over. It’s not a good marketing strategy for yourself either, given he’s quite beloved within the company.

Unfortunately, you understand better than anyone why.

He brings both his hands, intertwined, right before his mouth, like he’s pondering about something; not unlike when you stare from across the office to catch him in between files of paperwork. “This is about to get a whole lot more funny for me.”

Most of the time you understand why all the love, anyway.

Not right now.

“Why on earth,” he starts, bringing his hands up with a big grin on his face, as if to cup your face except he’s a few feet back, “would I take your drunken karaoke show as a serenade specifically dedicated to me?”

A feverish chill makes its way across your whole body; your clothes all of a sudden feel too tight, as does the lift you’re standing on. 

“You’re—” you lick your lips; a nervous tick. “You’re saying you didn’t know.”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.” He snickers. “I must say, I’m extremely fla—”

You huff before he can squeeze another word in. “I don’t like you, James. Matter of fact, I find you quite insufferable; and just because I can’t handle my alcohol and it makes me lower my standards to a degrading point, doesn’t mean that you have me in the palm of your hand. Not by a long shot.”

Your feet have taken you only a few centimeters before him, and you can feel his breath, almost as ragged as yours, tickling you. 

You’re fuming but he finds the whole of it exhilarating, which you can see and it doesn’t help your emotional state at all.

“See, I don’t believe you anymore.” He goes to flick an imaginary something off your shoulder. “I reckon the exact words were—”

“Don’t.” You give him a warning look but he’s too busy examining all your face, except your eyes.

“An embarrassing crush?” He rearranges a strand of hair that falls in your eye and tucks it behind your ear. You wonder if he can tell its temperature it’s at boiling point. “On silly old me?”

“You never shut up,” you barely manage to breathe out but he makes out the words somehow.

“I can be persuaded into it. Definitely.”

Without you realizing it, he’s cornered you into the opposite side of the lift. It’s only when the back of your head hits cold metal that you notice you’ve been walking backwards trying to get away from him.

“Plus, my dilemma is far, far worse, y’know.” He tilts his head down to find your eyes that keep trying to evade him. “I happen to be mortifyingly in love with you.”

He inches his face closer to yours, and your stomach drops. You have to look at the side to make sure it’s not the lift falling down.

“It’s too mortifying to even call it a crush, really,” he whispers with a shrug of his shoulders, before he joins your lips and his.

You don’t have time to process much of anything. Not when he has you like this. 

Your initial reaction is to freeze and you can feel him starting to pull away, thinking maybe he’s misread the situation. 

You reassure him he hasn’t by latching onto his hair to pull him closer if that even is possible. 

“Does that make us even? He whispers into your lips once you pull back to get some air. “Or do I need to jump on my desk and sing you something first thing tomorrow?”

You bite your lip to stop from smiling.

He smiles back. “You know I’ll do it.”

You know he would. Which is why you press your lips to his once more before he can start thinking of his choice of song.

thank you for reading, reblogs and replies are appreciated <3

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[slapintoaslimjim]

Can i request best friend katsuki finds out we are dating shoto BUT he has had a crush on us since 1st year of ua (can we be in 2nd year in this?)

Absolutely love love LOVE your fics <33

a/n: oh holy shit a possible tension/angst fic? “everybody gotta die, including me” or wtv cory said because angst WRECKS me but yk what? HELL YEAH! also thank you soooo much for your love and support ! <3

let it happen

now playing: bad religion by Frank Ocean

fem reader is implied ! angst is the only warning 2nd year based so this is post war arc!

Katsuki may have never been the best with words, or displaying his emotions, or even identifying them as a matter of fact, but after the war he knew one thing for sure. He didn’t just like you- no.

He loved you.

Seeing his own classmates battered on the battlefield during the war did more on him mentally than he thought it would. but what really affected him the most was the bloodcurdling scream of his name you let out when his body hit the ground after shigaraki basically destroyed him.

he couldn’t even see anything. he couldn’t hear anything else; but he knew there was a lot of noise. but the last thing he remembered hearing was you. your scream of pure horror.

so if the whole war arc wasn’t already enough mental baggage, why did the universe decide to be so unfair and make his heart feel so much more heavier than it already is?

sure, katsuki pushed you away the first few months at UA, he did with everyone. he was only there to be a hero, didn’t want to mingle with people who he thought were below him. he didn’t think he had time for all of that.

keyword; was. not is.

because quickly, during katsuki’s time as a first year at UA he made friends with his classmates, even rebuilt his friendship with Izuku. but you? you had a mind of your own that you weren’t even aware about. you found a way to sliver into his heart, soften edges around him, and lighten his day a little bit without even noticing it.

but after eavesdropping on a conversation he had no business listening in on, katsuki is tempted the universe is just trying to give him karmic lesson after karmic lesson of some sort.

“but you and todoroki are so cute together!” uraraka, ever the supportive best friend she was, said with an adorable eager smile to you as you talk to her about you and todoroki.

he felt his heart drop to his stomach at those words and suddenly the popsicle he wanted was unappetizing. he started listening in further to your conversation with uraraka subtly from the common room kitchen; forcing himself to look busy before just straight up leaving since he felt the air clawing out of his throat with every passing gushing word you spoke.

your happiness mattered so much to him, but goddamnit he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish it was him you were gushing over instead of todoroki.

you were never his. and he was never yours.

and that fact pained him so terribly much, and affected him more than he wanted to. the one person he finally let his guard down around, opened up to, gone to someone else.

“kats?” your voice cut through his racing thoughts, where he sat on the dorm rooftop watching the sunset; this was your activity, your spot, where the two of you found a routine in debriefing your days while watching the sunset.

and god, katsuki couldn’t ignored you even if he wanted to. and he really and truly wanted to. but his heart spoke before his mind could and he turned towards you.

“yeah?” he replied with his usual softer gruff that he had when he was around you.

you made your way closer to katsuki, sitting beside him as you two usually would do before speaking again. “you’ve been.. distant as of recently. is everything okay?” you ask softly and carefully, not wanting to sound accusatory.

katsuki pulled his gaze away from you with a scoff under his breath. of course you would notice his behavioral changes, you always did. both of you did with each other’s moods.

“s nothin” katsuki replies to you with a head shake and a soft chuckle; the soft chuckle aimed at himself for how pathetic he feels like he’s being right now. “don’t worry about it”

“suki you know you don’t have to hi-“ you didn’t even get a chance to finish before katsuki cut you off.

“y/n.” katsuki starts firmly with a sigh before looking over at you. your soft beautiful features, and worried expression. you have a boyfriend, shoto todoroki even, why were you so worried about him?

“i’ll be fine. just give me time to get over myself” katsuki speaks softly, barely above a whisper. you’ve never seen him like this before, so distant and obviously mentally battling something.

you let his words simmer in the air for a moment, resting your head on his shoulder. katsuki mentally debates the want to push you away or get up and move away for the sake of his own sanity, his own stability, and maybe the hurt won’t be so bad anymore. but he doesn’t. he lets your head rest on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your shoulder like he usually does. it felt so natural, so normal for him to do.

“i’m not going anywhere, and im here whenever your ready to talk” you spoke softly, looking out at the sunset in the distance as katsuki rests his head against yours.

he inhales softly “i know” he says. and lets himself believe it. that no matter what; your relationship status, or the uncomfortable and painful emptiness that only you could fill in him, that you aren’t going anywhere.

a/n: hiya! this ruined me so i had to end it on at least a sort of bright light. there might be a possible part 2 depending on what people think of this and if i get another ask/comment on how i should write it!

[ocelotlesbian]

Hello :>! I was curious, as you're a mitsuba fan, what your opinion on people drawing him crossdressing is? I've seen a lot of arguments and controversy about this topic which kinda surprised me a little

i think it's completely fine, and i'm one of them lol!!!! canonically he dresses on the more masculine side, but i don't think he would mind dressing more feminine either!! i've already made my analysis on his gender expression, in which i think i made it pretty clear that he's intentionally presented as more feminine by aidairo, and i briefly touched on how important queerness is to him & his character arc (which i still need to write a more thorough analysis on), so i really don't think it would be a stretch for him to start wearing dresses or whatever. in fact, i think it's a natural progression of the themes of his character!! plus he would look cute af, and we all know how much he prides himself on looking cute lol :3

so tl;dr i believe in mitsuba's right to get a bit faggy with it, and anyone who disagrees is probably just a bit queerphobic if i'm being honest. either way, thank you so much for the ask, i love getting opportunities to talk about mitsuba!!! (≧▽≦) <3 here's a doodle of him in a skirt for the occasion. PUT MITSUBA IN MAXI SKIRTS 2025

[caotictimmy]

Since Cass is hesitant to talk to reader first what would she do if reader talked to her first? Honestly I could see them both liking ballet since madoka had that one promo art where she did ballet. Also do any of the fam notice readers little notes or do they just ignore those too?

1.AHHH thinking about it I think they would have a really good dynamic if they did talk to each other. Cassandra would easily be a bit shocked that you’ve come up to her. I imagine that she would be studying a video of ballet in the living room or sm,trying to study the movements so she could try and replicate it herself, but they definitely would get along really well. Though you guys know I don’t like seeing you to happy! So just like Duke she’ll try her best to be there for reader, but will be too busy lolz. Before we get into this I wanna let you guys know I have almost no knowledge about ballet so this is prob not gonna be the best. Low-key just pulling stuff out of my ass for this one🙏

2. Well they all have different interactions with if. People like Alfred, Duke, Stephanie, and Cassandra see them and really appreciate them. Duke has a little scrape book you made him and he’ll keep the personal sticky notes you make him in there (Can you guys tell I might favor Duke). Bruce, Jason and Damien ignore them. All for different reasons but still the same outcome. Last but not least, Tim and dick just don’t even see them. It comical. There could be many all along the walls and they wouldn’t even notice. Still MM!reader continues writing these positive messages with the cute doodles to accompany them.

Cassandra’s eyes narrowed as she kept replaying this one specific part of the video. She often would watch ballet videos to study the dances for herself. As she was focused on the video she suddenly heard someone’s voice.

“Hey could I join you? I love ballet” You asked, swaging as you nervously wait for her response. She looked back to see you standing behind the couch. “Yeah” She quietly mutters. It was clear she was surprised to see you talking to her. She scotched a bit over, gently patting the seat next to her.

She couldn’t help smile herself as she sees you grin brightly. You quickly scramble over the couch. She laughs as she watches you stumble trying to get over her back of the couch. You quickly sit up. You’re not trying to make yourself look like a bigger foul. You two sir in silence for a bit. Simply watching the memorizing movements of the beautiful dancers.

You then spoke up, “Hey I think this is the same choreography my ballet group did our last contest.” You fondly mumble. Your eyes still glued to the screen. “Wait you do ballet? Why haven’t you told us?” She asked a bit baffled. Cassandra kept her gaze on you, clearly waiting for a response. “Well I mean.. I do but no one really attends.” You say gazing everywhere except for her. “W-which is ok I get you guys are busy! And Duke always tries to come when he can so I’m not always there by myself.” You quietly gasped out, trying to keep the mood cheerful.

“Hey when is your next contest?” Cassandra asked, feeling horrible for not even knowing you did ballet, “My next contest is in two weeks.” You mumbled. Playing with your hands to distract yourself from the awkward situation. “I promise you I’ll come to the next contest.” She smiled. “Really!! I mean oh yeah thank you.” You tried to sound nonchalet at the end, but it was clear that you were excited. “Yeah” she softly said.

Authors note: I’m genuinely really surprised seeing ppl so interested in my series. You guys don’t know how happy it makes me seeing other people love my concept. Reminder that my request are always open and I would love to talk more about MM! Reader:3

[everwhovian]

Hi there!

First of all, I wanted to say that I truly adore your fic! I am absolutely in awe of the way you write In-ho's POV, and I can't really get enough of the interactions between the brothers! I've also unfortunately grown very fond of Yuna... help, I'm not ready for the end of this arc :(

Btw, I was wondering... would you be willing to write something about In-ho not being able to save Jun-ho when his kidneys fail, maybe because he is not a match or because Yuna falls sick first? (I'm feeling terribly evil right now)

Thank you for all your work, looking forward to read whatever you have in store for us <3

I am still amazed by the fact that you and all the other lovely people are actually reading my fanfiction! And then I get comments and asks like this and I feel like I have to combust cause of all the feels!!

Asdfghjkl!

I think I forgot how to express myself... THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I am also in love with Yuna! I love her and the relationship In-ho and her have, and I am not ready for it to end...

You! You are evil, and I love you for it!! I will gladly write In-ho not being a match for Jun-ho! Ahhhhhhh! That's driving me insane already!

(A/N: I feel like I went a little overboard with In-ho’s thoughts about being more than just Jun-ho’s brother... but I just love the thought of In-ho being like a father for Jun-ho, so sorry, not sorry.)

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

The hospital smelled like disinfectant and quiet dread.

Jun-ho’s room was dim, lit only by the soft green glow of the monitors beside his bed. He lay still, eyes closed, his breaths shallow. Pale. Too pale.

In-ho sat by the window, his coat draped over the chair behind him, one leg bouncing restlessly.

He was supposed to be a match.

He was his brother.

But the doctor’s voice kept echoing in his head, looping in disbelief: “I’m sorry… but you’re not compatible.”

It hadn’t made sense. Still didn’t.

He had gone in without hesitation. Rolled up his sleeve, signed the forms, told them to run whatever they needed. Because it was going to work. Of course it would.

He was the older brother. The protector. The one who always had to fix things.

But now – he was useless.

Jun-ho’s mother had tried. She wasn’t a match either. She had wept quietly in the hallway, her shoulders trembling as she whispered apologies to a son who never blamed her.

And now In-ho sat there, staring at his phone, willing it to ring.

Willing him to answer.

He had made the call.

He had made the call.

The number still burned in his memory, even after all these years. Their father’s voice hadn’t changed when the voicemail kicked in – calm, flat, tired.

“Leave a message.”

He hadn’t picked up.

He hadn’t picked up the second time either. Or the third.

In-ho had swallowed his pride, crushed it down like glass, and called him again. And again.

No answer.

Now his hands shook. He didn’t know if it was from rage or fear.

The silence was suffocating.

He looked at Jun-ho. At the boy he raised more than half his life. At the one person who still looked at him like he hung the stars, even now, from a hospital bed.

And In-ho couldn’t do anything.

His chest tightened. He stood suddenly, pacing the room like a caged animal. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots.

He had done everything right. Everything he was supposed to.

So why wasn’t it enough?

Why wasn’t he enough?

He stopped by the window, phone still clutched tight in his hand. He tried again. Pressed the call button, held it to his ear, waited.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

Voicemail.

Again.

He cursed under his breath, lowered the phone, and stared at Jun-ho’s motionless body.

“Come on,” he whispered to himself. “Pick up. Just this once. Be his father for once in your goddamn life.”

Nothing.

The phone stayed silent.

And for the first time in years, Hwang In-ho felt helpless.

Truly, gut-wrenchingly helpless.

Not because he didn’t want to save Jun-ho.

But because he couldn’t.

The phone slipped from In-ho’s hand, landing with a dull thud on the windowsill. He didn’t even flinch.

His eyes were on Jun-ho again.

Still… so still.

There were wires on his chest. A line in his arm. His lips were pale, his skin drawn tight. And yet he was still Jun-ho. Still his.

In-ho turned away from the window, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead. The pressure didn’t help.

He sank slowly into the chair by the bed again, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

He didn’t want to say it.

Didn’t want to admit it.

But the truth pressed against his ribs, demanding space.

Jun-ho wasn’t just his brother.

He hadn’t been just his brother in a long, long time.

In-ho wasn’t sure when it happened.

Maybe it started the day their father walked out and never looked back. Not with a fight. Not with a goodbye. Just a silence that lingered like a stain.

Maybe it was somewhere between packing school lunches and soothing nightmares.

Maybe it was the moment tiny fingers curled around his hand for the first time – when Jun-ho looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes and didn’t let go. The first time Jun-ho reached for him instead of their father.

From that point on, it was never a question.

In-ho’s stepmother had done everything she could to hold things together. She was loving, constant, and kind – always trying to fill the absence with more love, more presence, more of herself. But she couldn’t be everywhere at once.

So In-ho stepped in. Quietly. Instinctively. Not because anyone asked him to �� just because someone had to.

Even after he left for university, he kept coming back. For school events. For check-ins. For nights when Jun-ho couldn't sleep.

Because Jun-ho had always been more than just a little brother.

He became his responsibility. His shadow. His purpose.

He became his.

Not by name. But in every way that mattered.

In-ho had been the one Jun-ho looked to, followed, trusted more than anyone else. The one who showed up. The one who stayed.

There had always been Jun-ho’s mother – loving and trying with everything she had. But the father-shaped space in their lives had never been filled.

Except by In-ho.

In-ho had stepped into it without thinking. Out of necessity, at first. And then… out of love. Fierce, deep, all-consuming.

He remembered how Yuna used to tease him about it. How she would smile knowingly whenever Jun-ho looked to him for answers, approval, comfort. She’d said once that he had become more of a father than a brother. That Jun-ho had never needed to go looking for one, because In-ho had already been it all along.

And now?

Now he was watching his kid fade in a hospital bed.

Now Jun-ho was dying.

The match hadn’t come.

The phone hadn’t rung.

And In-ho had no more cards left to play.

His throat tightened, burning. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood, trying to keep himself from breaking.

But the truth was tearing him apart.

He was going to lose him.

He was going to lose his kid.

And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He reached forward with a trembling hand, brushing a lock of hair from Jun-ho’s forehead like he had when Jun-ho was small and scared of the dark.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. His voice cracked. “I’m so, so sorry.”

The machines beeped in quiet rhythm beside them.

Steady. For now.

But time was running out.

And In-ho had never felt so powerless in his life.

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Yandere Thrawn x F!reader chapter 15

Yandere AU - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14

Tags : Yandere behaviors (duh), obsession, memories chapter, poison

“Hum... Sir?” 

Thrawn turned his head from the holographic projections of his meditation room, focused on his reflections. “Yes, Senior Captain (F/n)?” He asked. “I come to you about your latest strategy you presented us for the Pirates of the region.”, “Is something bothering you perhaps?” He turned his head back to the projection mentally reviewing your profile in his head. 

(Y/n) (F/n), (age), Senior Captain and former student of the Imperial Academy. This is your first post on the Chimaera.  

Very decent record, successful missions all around, obedient and respectably competent, you had a lot of potential but were more of a crude rock than a chiseled diamond yet. You newly arrived on his ship and he couldn’t really say he knew you like Karyn Faro or Hammerly yet, he needed to study your profile in depth and put your skills to the test to know what you were truly made of. 

“No, I mean yes. A bit.” You pressed your datapad to your chest in a self-soothing motion. You were embarrassed to bother your Grand Admiral in his special chamber for something you judged might be inconsequential. 

“Speak your mind.” He cut the holos, turning to face you, hands clasped behind his back. You gulped, looking at the screen of the pad before looking back at him. 

You were shorter than him like 99% of the population, but you evidently trained in the gym and dojo of the ISD. You were not lacking charms, this could obtain you good information in an intelligence career, maybe he should help orient you in this direction if your intelligence passes the tests.  

“I just wanted to make sure you were aware of the soon-applicable A49BK directive in the region.” You asked in one breath. 

 Politics 

 You came to talk to him about Politic, his greatest foe. He internally sighed before responding, “No, I am not aware of that directive.”. You nodded, “I thought so, I have a cousin working for the local government and she loves to vent to me, I learned about that new directive not long ago and I think we could take advantage of it in battle.” You tapped on your screen and his own datapad let off a little ‘ping’. He grabbed it to discover a lengthy text about atmospheric gasses and heavy metals market laws and political negotiations already giving him headaches. “I shall look at it, Lieutenant.”  

Well, this will be a sleepless night again spent trying to understand political intents... 

“I, huh...” you started before shutting up. “Yes?” He invited. “I made you a summary where I highlighted the most interesting aspect and what we should pay attention to.” You let him know, “I know those texts take a lot of time to read.” 

He squinted at you, understanding that you knew. Somehow you picked up on his ineptitude in politics and acted in consequence while having the grace and tact to pretend it was for gaining time and not because of his incompetence. 

You would go far with that attitude if only you were a little bit more assertive! He noted that point of interest in a corner of his well-organized mind. 

“Ah, yes.” He almost chuckled but allowed himself a tight grin, “I thank you for your consideration of my time, Lieutenant.” He nodded approvingly. “It is quite precious for all of us.” You nodded again, “Well I won’t bother you much Grand Admiral, if you allow me I will take my leave.” You took a step back. 

“Lieutenant.” He called you back. ”Yes?” You asked, a bit worried you failed in etiquette or something, “The summary.”, “The...? Oh! Sorry.” You immediately typed and sent him your own conclusions on the lengthy text with an embarrassed chuckle 

Your face turned bright red in his infrared vision 

“Thank you, Lieutenant (F/n). I wish you a pleasant night.”, “You t- I mean thank you Grand Admiral, I wish you the same.” You stood to attention and walked away, your steps resonating in the deafening silence of the meditation chamber. 

Thrawn remained still, observing the closed door you just went through for one second more before returning to his art pieces. 

Senior Captain (Y/n) (F/n). 

(Y/n)... 

He remembered you catching his attention when you entered the Chimaera. 

He needed to look a bit closer at you, he thought to himself, maybe something could come of your talents... 

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Thrawn walked into the ballroom with hidden... Weariness. Galas... Parties filled to the brim with politicians and snakes. Sutble political maneuvers and traps all around, ready for him to trip and fall... No matter how hard he tried he could never grasp the concept of those traps and tactics, rendering him as defenseless as a snow starling on the ground. What was he even doing here? 

"Do you remember our target, Senior Captain (F/n)?" He whispered in his earpiece. "Perfectly!" You responded. He mentally nodded, approving of your attitude. Motivated while remaining discreet and focused. 

He observed the room full of people, all the colors, the sounds, the smells, the faces, the masks, taking in all of these pieces of information and classifying the data in his mind, searching for your target. 

A renegade Senator sided with the Rebellion. Intelligence said that they were cruising the different projects of the Empire as a patron to send the information to the Rebels and may or may not have participated in some recent assassinations of officers and parliamentarians.  Tarkin came to the conclusion that Thrawn with his Tie defender project and his inaptitude in politics would make for the perfect bait. 

Thrawn agreed. For a split second, he suspected Tarkin hoped for him to act out at what was practically an insult to his rank, but the facts are the facts, he is a newbie in politics with a large project for the Empire: he was the perfect victim for the renegade, or renegades?  

Thrawn had the suspicion they could be a whole group to cover each other’s traces. How would they have evaded the ISB agents until now if they did not?  

Thrawn chose his team carefully and obviously, he chose you. He wanted to test you as a fresh new Lieutenant and assert your skills once and for all, maybe you would finally leave his mind and leave him in peace once he knew who he had in front of him. 

Because you were haunting him... Something he did not understand and that worried him. Why should he worry about you? Why were you at the forefront of his mind as soon as he woke up? Why was he searching for your face each time he entered a room? 

Why would you not leave him in peace, to his tactics and arts? 

Why would you make his heart beat faster when he entered your vicinity? He had the occasion to speak a bit with you, you were intelligent and charming, but he did not notice an innate talent he could help carve into a diamond of excellence. 

You were good, but simply average, as a lot of other people were. This is not a bad thing in itself, any genius needs an executant under them and ships are full of good officers who are also average in other ways.  

So why? Why are you taking more and more place in his mind? He must have noticed something about you! He must have! Since he met you you were constantly in the periphery of his mind, simply in a backseat, but since you came to give him that summary things took a drastic turn. 

That summary was excellent, it helped him grasp some of the most difficult concepts of that new law that were written only to benefit the Senators of the region. The planet was full of a native magnetic metal highly sensible to the percentage of acid in the atmosphere a full-on battle could modify. This rare metal was the new prized possession of Director Krennic for the Death star project and Thrawn would have ended up in trouble if you did not bring it to his attention in time. He had to dig deep to find those mines because the Empire was secretly mining this world dry out of its resources but Thrawn also chose this planet as a trap for his next campaign against the rebels. 

Thrawn knew that if something happened to those mines or this metal, he would get  

executed by the Emperor, plain and simple. 

So he modified his plan accordingly, your alertness allowing him to avoid a complete fiasco and simply save his life. He could plan for no ship to crash on the mines at the planet's surface, but the excessive use of the Empire's arsenal would modify the acid percentage in the atmosphere and corrupt the precious metal. 

Without you, all his plans would have been for nothing and he would have lost everything for good because of another imperial secret kept from him. 

He came to think about you a lot lately, wandering what was your opinions on various subjects and his tactics   

His... personhood 

But why? 

Why should he worry about your opinion of his personhood? You were a Lieutenant Commander and him a Grand Admiral, the roles were clear cut, you were here to obey and carry his orders and he was here to lead. Your repsective opinions of each other should not matter in the slightest as your loyalty to the empire should prevail everything else! 

But he sometimes wanted to ask your opinion still. He could not help but gently smile at you when you came back successful from a mission, complimenting your success or simply gazing fondly at you from afar. 

This was so out of character for him, he felt... Vulnerable in your presence. Like you could shoot him down with your gaze... 

He felt his heartbeat quickening with your gaze on him, goosebumps appearing on his skin when he caught a glimpse of you... 

This was so new, this was thrilling but also highly concerning! 

He could not let one individual take over his mind like that, he must strengthen his resolve even more ! 

He shook his head internally as he advanced into the ballroom, his glass of champagne strategically half empty, observing the faces around him. He did not have to search for long, as the renegade came by themself to him, enticed by the juicy prey he represented with an affable smile and words of pleasantries. They kept serving him more alcohol, surely in the hope of making him drunk and spilling his secrets or assassinating him 

 A chance Chiss' organisms are way stronger than humans' 

“Lieutenant, they are inviting me to the gardens behind the buildings." He warned  

discreetly. "This is a secluded area, Sir. This is dangerous, I'll come right away." You promised in a breath. "I'll warn the rest of the team patrolling the building." 

Thrawn followed the renegade with apparent detachment but very cautious of each of there movements. When the renegade offered him to take the lead to enter the rose garden, Thrawn knew they would try something 

You were simply quicker in that instant 

"SIR!" He heard when he passed by the Senator, followed by hurried steps in heels. When Thrawn spun around toward his enemy you were already on them, trying to make them let go of a syringe destined to him. He lost no time and joined the conflict, but not in time. 

To not have to fight you both at the same time, they jabbed you instead. Entangled in your dress and heels you could not evade in time and yelped in pain as the needle pierced your skin. 

You staggered backward as Thrawn reached the Senator to enter a physical struggle with them, hearing the rest of the team sprinting to reach you. With a powerful punch, Thrawn sent them to the ground for good. After handcuffing them he turned to you, discovering you lying on the ground, inert, as your general body heat was starting to fall down. 

"She needs medical attention quickly, the syringe was full of poison." The medic he 

chose declared, already initiating CPR 

Thrawn remained still, silent 

In shock 

You were poisoned? You... Could die? For a reason beyond him, Thrawn felt immensely powerless and guilty. He failed to protect you like a Grand Admiral should, like a Chiss should 

Like he should 

Strangely, he felt like he was observing himself observing the situation, still like a statue, mute like a fish. 

Disoriented 

Useless 

 Angry 

No 

You will not die 

He refused categorically! He has yet to find why you were haunting him like that, you cannot invite yourself into his mind and disappear the first chance you get leaving him behind confused. 

He will not allow it! As long as your mystery remained uncovered, he would not allow you to leave him like that!

You risked your life to save him, he must do everything in his power to save you.  

He can't lose you like that! He can't lose you! 

Why did he feel like that was still unknown to him, he just knew that is life would be for the worse if you disappeared 

He won't allow you to leave him behind 

He forbids you 

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Thrawn opens his eyes in the dark bedroom, wondering why he just woke up. He hears you whine in his arms, surely a prey to another nightmare of your tormentors. 

He tenderly smiles as he hugs you tighter, pressing your body tight against his taller, broader one with delight. You seem to calm down in his embrace, your nervous whimpers subsiding to silence until he can only hear your deep appeased breath. 

He sighs of satisfaction, simply happy to sleep in the same bed as you, to have you in his arms tonight again 

Almost like a couple 

He snuggles against you with glee, pressing his nose in your hair to inhale your delicious 

scent 

Simply happy 

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