#this might be my most incoherent post

[velvetjune]

Jesse would probably have the same reaction to Saga’s profiling as Tor or Odin, being able to directly communicate, which would lead to the best situation of both of them just staring into space while they’re silently and psychically communicating at random times

[icharchivist]

idk i think i saw the implication of "cozy games inherently implies we we inherently can't handle upsetting stories" and i bluescreened a moment because to me the most comfortable media to come back to (A3) has serious conversations about stuff like, growing up in a sort of cult (the gekka organization to an extend), the stigma seen around sex work, suicidal idealization from various characters on different levels (Hisoka literally tried to kill himself, which you see him do, Azuma saying he didn't want to wake up in the morning, Banri's thrillseeking being established that he didn't care if he died for it, Omi saying he should have been the one to die instead of his friend ect) , child abuse and neglect, there's literally one character who's in a situation that is genuinely triggering to me (as in last time i tried to think a little about his arc i ended up having to stay curled up shaking for hours with struggle to breath because it hit too close to a trauma)

and idk, maybe it's because i have diagnosticed PTSD and am more sensitive to that but I don't think you can just describe "the lack of politics and oppression" just as "the lack of upsetting stories", and maybe i'm just harping on wording but like. things are more complicated than that and the simplification just kinda throw the "cozy" genre (as meaningless as this term is) under the bus on something it didn't even do? Sorta. if that makes sense.

[eldritchamy]

A question for Uneiverse (to give you an excuse to talk about it, only if you wanna. Since I also just really hearing about it). What's a detail about it that you really enjoy but haven't gotten a chance to use anywhere story related or otherwise just don't get to play with much (silly or serious)

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for over 5 months.

It's time.

And so, we begin with a question of my own.

What IS time?

We're off the map now. Come with me. Take my hand as we walk through the valley of the shadow of time. We're going to uncharted waters, and I'm going to put the fear of god into you. I'm going to make you ask yourself (and me) Amy, how the fuck does you brain WORK like that?

Let me tell you about time and fate, and about what it means to "predict" the future.

And you will begin to understand the scale of what lives within me, eternally gnawing at the inside of my skull, begging for release.

If I asked you to conceptualize time, what would you say? Is it the neat and rigid tick-tick-ticking of regular intervals on the clock? Is is the fluid, indivisible space between?

Is is all just an illusion conceived by the animal brain to account for the changing shape of the universe as one dimension passes through another, which our three-dimensional eyes are too flat to see all at once, and our souls have concocted for us a comforting lie, that we may pretend to know the universe in its whole, by knowing it piece by infinitesimal, grinding piece, seeing the pan-dimensional amalgam of existence as an endless, continuous sequence of cross-sections in a number of dimensions our meat-circuitry can pretend to process?

Time is shadows.

Imagine, if you will, a sphere.

You hold it up against the light. Suspend it in the air, perhaps, for simplicity's sake. And the sphere casts a shadow.

Is the shadow still a sphere?

Far more importantly, is it even a circle?

At even the tiniest fraction of an angle, the sphere casts a shadow that no longer perfectly represents a cross section of the sphere. It has ceased to perfectly capture the nature of the object that cast the shadow, even accounting for the wrong number of dimensions. It's skewed. You can never unskew it. The distortion is irreversible.

And the floor isn't flat.

The sphere casts a shadow at an angle at a surface that ranges in distance and direction from the object casting the shadow. Is the shadow still an oval? Has it become a shape you can't name?

But the shadow isn't cast upon a floor, even an uneven one.

What shape is the shadow of a sphere cast at an angle upon a field of grass blowing in the wind? By now there's no pretending you know the answer. And even if you could snapshot a single instant of a single shape, the very next instant that shape would change in the breeze as the grass shifts.

The world is not a field of grass upon the ground. The world is endless variation of leaves upon trees, forests upon mountains, birds in the sky, hunting for the bugs that crawl on the branches of the trees. Massive floating pools of water churning in the low atmosphere as humans decide whether that one looks like a mouse or a sheep. So many humans walking, their clothes flowing behind them as they talk, eat, buy goods, shed tiny particles of skin and hair into the wind, their breath adding chaos to that same wind and a hundred miles away a leaf turns slightly more to the left than if that human had said nothing.

What is the shadow of a sphere cast upon that world? Twisted by its unfathomable complexity of shapes and movement?

And now, to make things worse, imagine if that shadow were a tangible thing that you could pick up. That could cast its own shadow not on the floor but up against the wall.

And all of that is if the shadow is cast by a perfect sphere.

Imagine you are a being that can see the shape of time. Could you look at the echo of a shadow of a shadow of a reflection in a fun house mirror, and recreate what it once was?

Could you look at a crooked set of lines upon the wall and know the meaning of cause and consequence? Could you predict what consequences of which actions would lead to favorable outcomes when realization dawns on you that

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔. 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞. 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖞.

Time is an ocean of possibility. Each possibility has consequences. Each consequence a sea of new possibilities. How can you hope to understand the shadow of a shadow of a shadow, and not only know what's coming, but how to stop it?

Nothing is fated. But I said something important that bears repeating. Time is an OCEAN. We'll come back to that.

Time MOVES, at least the way we perceive it. I don't like the phrase "everything happens for a reason." I prefer something of my own creation: for every effect, a cause. To achieve a desired effect - a desired outcome - you must change the circumstances of cause that lead to that effect. But there are limits to your influence.

The time to change the course of a river is when the river is still small. The longer that river runs its course, the deeper it shapes and erodes the ground around it. The larger and faster a river the harder it is to redirect it. It will go where it's going, and there's nothing you can do about it. There is an element of momentum that must be accounted for. An element of inevitability.

The path of one person's life, one set of choices available to them in one specific context, may feel perhaps like the current of a river, when you look back on it. But if different changes were made during its formation, it could have taken a completely different path. Ended in a completely different place. And influenced the formation of completely different paths in the future as a result.

But I'll say it again, and you'll know its significance now: time is an OCEAN. It is not a river, but an IMMENSE network of currents with no clearly defined borders, flowing with or against or around each other in an unimaginably complex churning of possibility and consequence and cause and effect. A shift in one current may brush up against another. The second current may shift with it, or crash violently into it, or ignore it entirely.

For every effect, a cause. But for every CAUSE, many POSSIBLE effects.

So time becomes a series of choices beyond number. Each choice leading to fathomless changes in the flow. As the earth turns, some currents flow inevitably in certain directions. If not here, then somewhere else. SOME CHANGES ARE INESCAPABLE.

The universe must be dynamic. If nothing changed, the universe would not need to exist at all. Change is the point. Variance is the point. Choice is the point. The universe exists to know itself, and it knows itself through change.

There is an endless sea of currents flowing in various ways with, beside, against, around each other. Some directions of flow are strongly influenced by the shape of the seafloor and the rotation of the earth. There are changes in the world that are virtually guaranteed to exist, whether because the nature of the universe has made them inevitable, or because changes long past have created the currents that are now too old and too deep to change.

Picture a river again. What happens when you throw a stick into it? The stick is swept up in the current and carried along the river.

Throw in more sticks. Same thing, right? You can make small changes without affecting the overall outcome. Within one large shadow of a sphere, the details of a hundred blades of grass whose shadows are lost within the larger shape.

Anchor a large stick to the riverbed so it can't get swept away. Now, it's just one stick. The water will flow around it. There are small ripples. Tiny changes in the river, micro-currents that will affect a localized area. But on the whole? The river still flows. You changed something. But you didn't change the course of the river.

Add stick after stick after stick until the river is obstructed completely, and the current is forced to change shape.

Which stick built the dam?

Which straw should the camel's back blame?

Back to the ocean. Can you dam the sea? Can you build that dam one stick at a time, by throwing sticks into separate currents, hoping the currents bring them where they need to be in time?

There are patterns borne out from the endless flow of possibility as the ocean of time churns. With all those ancient currents running together, what difference does the wake of a boat make on the shape of the waves? How many breaches from how many whales would it take to turn a current south instead of north?

What if you could make a bigger change? What if an avalanche altered the shape of the seafloor, so the rotation of the earth forces new waters to resist the old currents? So the inevitability of the dynamic universe drags forth a new set of possibilities?

There are a LOT of currents. They've been turning for a long, long time, ebbing and flowing with a billion tides and ten thousand quintillion waves. Choices can make new currents. BIG choices, with a lot of consequences, may even change existing ones.

But the ocean still has a geography to it. There are places where water is forced through the gaps between landmasses, or forced into the shallows, or freed to dive into the black beyond a continental shelf. There are places where, no matter how many changes you make, many currents are still guaranteed to meet.

There are fixed points in time.

What if one of those points is a whirlpool, threatening to swallow everything drawn into the place those currents meet?

What about a whirlpool on the scale of worlds and gods?

How do you keep from drowning?

How do you give yourself the best chance, not of AVOIDING the whirlpool of inevitability, but of entering it at the farthest possible edge, where the right momentum, the right decisions made in the moment you are caught in its gravity, may carry you through to the other side, so you still remain when time marches on?

Is it better to see things coming at all? Or is the ability to see time, to speak a language of the universe that no one else can speak, one of the greatest cosmic horrors you can imagine?

Imagine the burden of time on those who can see it.

Imagine the WEIGHT of being able to see those currents. Of knowing which threads of fate to pull. Of knowing which ripples to make, which waves to break, which currents to shift. Of knowing.

Imagine the complexity of figuring out WHICH changes to make. And the great leviathan of guilt left on your shoulders when the decisions you made - even in pursuit of the best possible outcome - bring harm to the ones you love most, the ones you're most desperate to protect.

Even if you're right.

Even if you played 17-dimensional chess with the wizard-addled corpse of god and knew, with certainty, that if a single problem you had a hand in creating had been resolved more neatly by even minutes, the sticks would not have fallen into place within the dam, and the entirety of creation could have been swallowed piece by piece by the horror you were trying to stop.

Imagine the horror. Imagine the responsibility. Imagine the unending, agonizing pain of the burden of Knowing.

Because what time is, most of all, is a nightmare.

And there's no waking up.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

trying to say things about the bsol finale & how it has these little twists about what you don't necessarily expect for these roles but would you believe it i'm like i can't use my [just saying some shit] ability i'm pressed about wanting it to be more coherent & verbalizing doesn't even really happen if i don't have the [just saying some shit] wind in my sails But trying to say One Thing, how about the little twist like the miracle banana gets being that he himself lives, vs his emotional resolution that he would have died to help the musician, even as the musician is like no bestie you're good, even as the audience may expect & approve of even dying from funny little second banana guy who may even be supposedly taken as Superfluous now that thee man & thee woman have reunited (but it was always queerer than that) like. more resolution to our themes that that very second banana is doing just fine vs that the hero is, more classic iconisiquisms

[cocoaart]

something that has been on my mind since i finished the xcxde epilogue

xenoblade x epilogue spoilers, xenoblade 1-3 spoilers and xenosaga spoilers under the cut!

since the ghosts in xcx are Literally Just The Gnosis from xenosaga, i couldn’t help but think that their name was kind of… a let down?

so many important things in the xeno-series have cool sounding unique names that are often references to some mythology or bible thing and then there‘s the Ghosts lmao. Idk maybe its just me but it felt kind of out of place for something ive thought to be pretty important for the rest of the xenoblade series as well (im pretty sure we’re gonna see them again, either in an xcx2 or a xenosaga remake/xenoblade 0 or even in xc4)

but then i thought about it a little more, looking at their design again and those design connections they have with the ares and actually maybe the name does make sense

thinking back to the ares and the final fight against void, we finally get to see just what these weird ouroboros-looking cores the ares has were about. and turns out, it’s not a coincidence they look so ouroboros adjacent!

those cores are split from/take power from the condiut. the conduit is like a gateway to other worlds/universes, connecting these. the ares then, using these corse, can also tap into these „other universes“ or the space between that connectes them, that Al was just chilling in. and from there on, it can draw upon the power of the souls/feelings/emotions/lives from these worlds. it connects them. and that power is that what allows us to overpower void in the end in a cutscene that sort of mirrors the xc3 future redeemed final battle, where the founders unleash the true power of ouroboros to defeat alpha.

the ouroboros cores look slightly different, having the actual ouroboros symbol on them and such, which is why id say they also work slightly differently. here, ouroboros is just the manifestation of the power of… people coming together, usually two of them, one from keves and one from agnus. the core in this case, since its just one (or two? apparently? in the case of the agnian ouroboros‘?) core, they don’t tap into the souls of other universes but just use the power of the two people already fused. ouroboros and the way it functions and what makes it specifically ouroboros and not „ares tech“ is probably all thanks to aionios being a pretty unique world, created thanks to origin shenanigans and as we know origin is also based on the aegis‘ core crystals which can also tap into the power of the conduit and like that, we‘ve come full circle again. ouroboros is just the „weaker“ or small-scale version of what we see in the ending of xcxde, though the fundamental idea seems to be the same.

(also i think its awesome how the actual Cores are literally a representation of the thematic core of xenoblade, different people from all walks of life coming together to strive for a better future. its so awesome)

so what about the ghosts?

they do also look slightly ouroboros and ares adjacent especially with their color palette and even having their own weird cores, but they’re still pretty different.

i feel like they’re just the antithesis to this idea, instead of people coming together to strive for a better tomorrow, the ghosts instead represent the opposite, wishing to tear these people apart and halt that progress? or maybe not even halt, but completely eradicate it using demat events. and since they already function similarly to the gnosis from xenosaga, turning people into salt(?) and being able to damage them only under specific circumstances, who’s to say their origin isn’t also the same?

the weird space in between worlds where all the souls gather, where the ares/ouroboros may draw power from, seems pretty similar to the upper domain/imaginary space from xenosaga. if people refuse to go there, refuse to join the collective unconscious, could this be where the ghosts find their origin? if the ghosts are just people who have died in the lower domain and have refused the collective unconscious to instead now wander and wreck havoc across worlds, couldn’t you call these people… Ghosts of the past? Haunting the present and wishing to tear humanity down?

maybe thats why they also seem to be attracted to the ares/conduit tech? if they want to tear apart these connections, might as well aim for the thing that allows these connections to even be formed

something like that

to be fair, ghosts and souls and the like are all connected with common ideas of the afterlife as well sooo

i have no idea how coherent this is but if the ghosts really are just past humans who have died then i get why theyd be named that lmao

play xenoblade btw

also why does void look like z, or rather, z look like void

[arainesque]

im tired have these georges

i just realised in the first pic i chose hes wearing the shirt in ur pfp Omg. the references...ok ill leave for real now Goodbye and goodnight

i'm going to COMBUST. greatest set of georges i've ever seen. (he looks ANGELIC. what the fuck happened during conception to make his skin look so smooth.)

thank you for blessing my inbox, i appreciate it A LOT. (i fell asleep so here's my belated goodnight and present hope u had a good day! as u deserve!) xxxxx

[thatlittledandere]

Makin a fantroll :3 Started out as a sona but then I ended up giving her like, an actual personality, separate from mine. I mean we did end up sharing some traits - we are all the mask and the wearer and all that - but nevertheless this isn't a sona anymore. NOW I'm trying to not make her too Vriska LMAO

[cosmicalily]

'kiss my troubles away' with stray kids, ot8 headcanons by @cosmicalily | first kisses with skz

“you turn minutes into hours, don't stop 'til the stars are all we see. you know, you make it easy for me to let go, so let's go, oh, oh.” - ‘kiss my troubles away’ by twice

author's note: a very fluffy req from the lovely @channieschocco <3 this was so fun and lighthearted to write, hope you enjoy it sweetheart! warnings: kissing, making out (all sfw!), sex jokes in jisung's bc he's a fake ass freak, also lowk jisung slander but i promise i love him guys

first kiss...with chris

kind of similar to jisung, but probably a bit less of a loser (this is said with affection!). like he’s all talk, always teasing and winking and leaving lingering touches, but when it comes to the real thing, his ears are going pink and his eyes are wide and suddenly he doesn’t know what the hell to do with his hands. on your cheeks? on your hips? around your neck? eventually, you have to intertwine your fingers with his, and then he settles, rubbing soft circles into your hand. definitely a slow makeout enthusiast, especially when its quiet in the evening. he loves the intimacy of kissing you, the level of closeness. what a softie.

first kiss...with minho

mingo mingo mingo, my funny little guy. he seems quiet and shy on the surface, but i know (you know lee know) that he will be grabbing your ass the first time you kiss. he can’t help it! it just felt right! and he’s kissing you, what else is he meant to do with his hands? not harshly, but like a gentle hold, other hand cupping your (non ass) cheek softly. when you pull apart, he’d gaze at you with this insane melty softness in his eyes that gives you no choice but to kiss him again. i also feel like minho would love the classic back-hug-and-neck-kiss move, and whenever you’re in front of him, expect a pair of lips on your neck.

first kiss...with changbin

i’m a lifelong advocate for the pick-up-and-kiss combo, especially if seo changbin is the one initiating it. it’d all be very sweet and soft with him, probably very giggly too. he’d get so giddy afterwards, unable to stop laughing, and neither would you! with your legs still wrapped around his waist, he’d haul the two of you onto the nearest soft surface and you’d both squeal like teenagers over what just happened. probably the type to pepper your cheeks and nose with small kisses afterwards (not the post-kiss aftercare) and he’d treat you like an absolute princess the whole time!

first kiss...with hyunjin

hyunjin has been waiting for this moment since the first time he set his eyes on you. he wants to make it ‘perfect’, and has all these grandiose plans for how to initiate, but of course it happens when the two of you are nestled on the couch in your pyjamas watching a movie. screw a fancy dinner and roses, i guess! but in all honesty, he loves it regardless. he just wants to be with you, and having your lips on his is an infinite bonus. he’d sling his arms gently around your waist, and i feel like he’d be a sucker for makeouts. definitely the type to just gaze into your eyes for a couple of seconds after the kiss ends, very cliche high school movie of him, but let him have his moment. this is a very big deal for our resident romantic.

first kiss...with jisung

this guy is all talk and no balls (sorry not sorry), and he’d be flirting and teasing about kissing you for so long, probably even about fucking you, but when you actually cup his cheeks and bring your face to his? he’d be shocked. suddenly he’s babbling incoherently and his cheeks are bright pink and holy shit, thank god he’s cute because otherwise, he’d never live this down. he eventually settles after his nervous system reminds itself that he’s actually just kissing his girlfriend, not being held at gunpoint, and then he starts to get into it. might even slide a cheeky hand onto your waist if he’s feeling really confident, but for the most part, he sticks to caressing your cheeks and playing with your hair. silly boy.

first kiss...with felix

felix likes to hide behind this innocent, blonde angel facade, but i know the freak that you are lee yongbok. i feel like he’d definitely be the one to initiate, especially since he’s a big physical touch guy. hands are probably all over you on the regular, but even moreso when you settle yourself onto his lap and he finally gets to press his lips to yours. he’d be gentle, because this is a pretty intimate moment for the two of you, and he wouldn’t want to overwhelm you or take things too far in case you’re not ready. whilst it’s a decent step in your relationship, it would feel very casual for the two of you, like it was meant to happen. he’s probably already kissed everywhere on your face and neck but your lips anyways, this little lovebug.

first kiss...with seungmin

seungmin would be so gentle, making sure you’re comfortable and that it’s really, truly what you want (even if you’ve made it abundantly clear, he needs to be certain). would probably start with a soft peck, waiting for you to initiate if you want anything more, but once you do, he’s very giving. his lips are smooth and sweet and probably taste like coffee. he wouldn’t want to get too carried away when kissing you for the first time, so it would probably just be gentle makeouts for the first few times. he’d be the type to cup your face with his hands and softly stroke your cheek once you pull away, eyes sparkling. god bless kim seungmin, now move because it’s my turn.

first kiss...with jeongin

jeongin kind of doesn’t care. and this is not in a bad way! but like, he doesn’t really feel the need to rush things, he’s just happy to let things happen as they do. he’s comfortable around you, and whilst he might not always initiate affection, he’s always glad to receive it. so when you lightly thrust your thigh over his while cuddling one day, he’s quick to place his hands on your waist and let you lean into him. would probably start very soft, but i feel like he’d get easily overexcited, especially due to the fact that your lips are finally on his for the first time. however, he’d be careful to make sure he doesn’t go too far, silently checking in with you as the kiss progresses to make sure you’re happy, and who the hell wouldn’t be?

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[yuujispunches]

Six o'clock sharp ~ N.K.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

Summary: Gojo somehow manages to get Nanami drunk and you know it’s bad when your favourite salary man sends you an SOS but you expected chaos but not a confession.

CW (content warning): drunk Nanami, Gojo causing chaos, drunk confession, nothing else really this is mainly fluff and chaos.

AN: Hi guys! Take this as an apology for my other Nanami works, no more angst just fluffy and drunk Nanami, your welcome 😌 As always a reminder that English isn’t my first language and I’m typing this in my phone so I’m sorry if there’re any typos/mistakes. Enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

Masterlist

You’re halfway through brushing your teeth when your phone buzzes on the sink.

You glance at the screen, expecting a spam call or maybe Ijichi politely reminding you about a mission change. But it’s neither. It’s Nanami.

At 11:52 PM.

You freeze, foamy toothpaste threatening to escape from your mouth. Nanami Kento does not call people at 11:52 PM. Nanami Kento does not even acknowledge the existence of 11:52 PM. His world ends strictly at six o'clock.

You spit out the toothpaste and wipe your mouth before answering. “Nanami?”

There’s a pause, and then a suspiciously groggy voice murmurs. “Ah. You answered.”

You blink utterly confused. “Are you okay?”

He sighs. “Not particularly.”

“Are you hurt? Where are you? Do I need to-” You fired questions quickly, clearly worried about him.

“I’m at a bar.” He says, a little too proudly, as if it’s the most rebellious thing he’s ever done. “They made me come.”

You can hear the muffled sound of someone yelling in the background, definitely Gojo’s voice, loud and obnoxious, followed by Shoko’s unmistakable laugh.

“Oh no.” You whisper as realisation downs on you. “They got you.”

“They did.” He replies, mournful. “Shoko threatened me with a sedative.”

You wince. “That… tracks.”

“I’ve had… alcohol.” Nanami announces, like he’s confessing a grave sin to a priest.

“Clearly.” You’re trying to stifle your laugh at this point.

“You should come get me.”

Your eyebrows raise. “You want me to come get you?”

“I don’t trust Gojo.”

“Valid.”

“But I do trust you.” He adds quietly. Then, as if embarrassed by his own words, he mumbles something incoherent. “Anyway. I’m at that place with the weird squid logo. I don’t like it.”

“You went to Drunken Cephalopod? That’s where Shoko took you?! That place has drinks named things like ‘Cephalopod Squeeze’ and ‘Invertebrate Hangover.’”

“They made me drink something called ‘Tentacle Passion.’”

“Do I need to call an exorcist?”

He doesn’t answer. Just groans and you can clearly hear Gojo in the background yelling. “KENNNTOOOOO’S GETTING SOFT.”

You sigh. “Okay, I’m coming.”

“You’re… nice.” He says, and then promptly hangs up.

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You arrive twenty minutes later to find the bar exactly as you imagined it: a chaotic mess of off-duty sorcerers, the smell of deep-fried food, and someone loudly trying to argue that cursed spirits are “just misunderstood.”

Nanami is slouched in a corner booth, tie loose, hair slightly ruffled, and a pink blush across his cheeks. He looks like someone who’s spent the last hour in a low-level existential crisis and only survived because someone shoved a cocktail into his hand every fifteen minutes. Which was probably what happened.

“Hi.” You say, approaching carefully, like he’s a wounded animal that might bolt.

Nanami lifts his head slowly. His eyes light up when he sees you. “You came.”

“Of course I came. You sounded like someone drugged you with sake and made you watch Gojo do karaoke.”

“He did do karaoke.” Nanami mutters darkly, as if he was reminiscing on something deeply traumatic. “It was Bon Jovi.”

“Oh god.”

“He pointed at me during the ‘shot through the heart’ part.”

You try not to laugh, but it escapes in a snort. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

Before he can move, Gojo suddenly appears, sliding into the booth beside Nanami like an overly caffeinated gremlin. “Heyyyy, look who showed up! You’re here for your emotionally constipated work husband?”

“I’m here to rescue your victim, yes.”

Nanami frowns. “I am not emotionally constipated.”

Shoko appears next, holding what looks like her sixth beer. “He kind of is. But it’s endearing.”

You tug on Nanami’s arm. “Let’s go before they start singing again.”

He doesn’t resist. In fact, he leans on you.

Heavily.

“Oh wow.” You mutter, bracing yourself as you rey yo Keep your balance and prevent Nanami from face planting into the floor. “You’re not even a little sober, are you?”

“I'm fine.” He insists, voice muffled against your shoulder, sounding almost offended before his voice softens again. “You smell nice.”

You freeze.

Behind you, Gojo cackles. “Oh this is gold. Someone record this.”

“You’re drunk.” You mutter, steering Nanami toward the exit.

“Yes.” He agrees solemnly. “But not hallucinating. You really do smell good.”

You glance back, and Shoko gives you two thumbs up before pretending to puke into her beer.

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Once you get him to your car and buckle him in like a fussy toddler, Nanami slumps into the seat with a sigh.

“This is undignified.” He grumbles.

“You called me for help, besides you lost the right to dignity when you drank something called ‘Tentacle Passion.’”

He winces. “It was fruity.”

“I don’t want to know.”

There’s a long pause as you start the car. Then, softly, he says. “I’m glad it was you.”

You glance at him. “Huh?”

“I didn’t want anyone else to come.”

The words are quieter than before, as if he’s falling asleep mid-sentence. But there’s something tender in his tone, something that tugs at your chest in an unfamiliar way.

You say nothing. Just drive, trying to convince yourself that it was just the forbidden fruity drink talking. That didn’t stop your heart from hammering inside your chest though.

——————————————————————————

You manage to get Nanami into your apartment with only minor difficulties, mostly involving him insisting on taking off his shoes “properly” then forgetting halfway through and staring at them like they’ve wronged him.

He’s sitting on your couch now, tie undone, hair floppier than usual, brows furrowed in sleepy confusion as he examines the decorative pillow in his lap like it’s a cursed object.

“You’re going to feel so gross tomorrow.” You say partly amused, bringing him a glass of water.

“Don’t remind me.”

You hand him the glass. He takes it like it’s a sacred offering, cradles it in both hands, and blinks up at you with a grateful expression that makes your heart do something unprofessional.

He doesn’t drink it. He just holds it.

“You know…” He says slowly. “You have a very… soothing apartment.”

You raise an eyebrow. “It’s got two pieces of IKEA furniture and a plant that’s currently dying.”

“Yes. Peaceful.” He leans his head back against the couch cushion. “Like a cave, but cleaner.”

“You think that’s a compliment?”

“For me? Yes.”

You sit on the edge of the coffee table, watching him. He’s flushed, his posture is loose, too loose for his usual mannerisms, and his usual precise speech has softened around the edges. The Nanami Kento you know is meticulous, almost severe in his discipline. This version? This version is warm and slouchy and entirely too affectionate for your emotional wellbeing.

“I should’ve taken a video for blackmail.” You muse aloud.

He groans. “Please don’t. Gojo would make it a ringtone.”

There’s a beat of silence before he adds, voice a little quieter. “He said I needed to ‘lighten up.’”

You snort. “So their plan was to get you smashed and emotionally compromised?”

“Apparently.” He shifts, letting the pillow slide off his lap and onto the floor. “It’s exhausting. This… all of it. Sorcerer life. Constant death. Even Shoko, who jokes all the time, has seen more than anyone should.”

You blink. That was… heavier than expected.

You ease into a seat beside him. “You okay?”

He exhales slowly, shoulders sinking. “I don’t know. Maybe. Just… tired. I think I’m always tired.”

You glance over at him. His eyes are half-lidded, lashes long, the curve of his mouth soft in a way it rarely is when he’s sober. He doesn’t look tired. He looks... open. Vulnerable. Like a wall’s come down you never realized he kept so high.

“I don’t blame you.” You say gently. “It’s a lot. And you carry too much of it alone.”

He turns to look at you, slow and deliberate. Then, all of a sudden, he frowns.

“You’re always kind to me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes-No. I… I don’t know but it’s… dangerous.”

You blink. “I- what?”

“You’re dangerous.” He says again, more stubbornly, as if what he was saying made all the sense in the world. “Because when you’re kind, I think I might start hoping. And that’s worse than cursed spirits.”

You stare at him. He stares back.

Then, abruptly, he slumps forward and his forehead lands directly on your shoulder with a solid thump.

“Nanami-!”

“I am… resting.” He mumbles.

“You’re using me as a pillow.”

“You’re an excellent pillow.”

“You’re going to regret everything you’re saying tomorrow.”

“Mmm.” He nuzzles into your shoulder. “I regret nothing.”

Your heart is trying very hard to climb into your throat.

You let him stay there, because he’s warm and clearly too drunk to move. Also because you’re a little afraid that if you shift, he’ll say something else like “you smell like hope�� or “I’d die for you” and your central nervous system will just shut down.

But instead, he sighs. “Why are you always the one I want to call?”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“You’re my first thought.” He says simply. “Whenever something happens. Good or bad.”

You don’t move. You doubt you were even breathing at that point.

“I don’t think I realized how deep it went until tonight.” He adds. “Until I was drunk and stupid and wanted to be near you more than anything.”

You’re 90% sure this is a hallucination. Or a genjutsu. Wrong franchise, but still.

Then he says something, very softly. “I like you. Too much.”

Your brain blue-screens.

You sit frozen on the couch, Nanami half-asleep on your shoulder, blissfully unaware that he just casually tore open your ribcage and planted a bomb where your heart used to be.

Did he really just say he likes you? Too much? You think as you turn your head slightly to look at him.

He’s completely relaxed now. Eyes closed, lips parted slightly in sleep, his breath slow and warm against your collarbone. He’s practically draped over you, and if it were anyone else, you’d be tempted to shove them off. But it’s him. And the truth is, you don’t want to move.

You also don’t want to believe any of this.

Because if it’s the alcohol talking… if he wakes up tomorrow and doesn’t remember, or worse, regrets it…

Well. That would hurt more than any curse ever could.

Still, there’s something oddly comforting about this moment. Like the world has paused for just a second and let you peek behind the curtain of Nanami Kento. The real one. Not the stoic salaryman exorcist, but the man underneath, tired and careful and too full of feelings he doesn’t know how to carry.

You gently brush a bit of hair from his forehead and whisper. “I like you too, you idiot.”

Of course, he chooses that exact moment to mutter, “You’re warm. Don’t move.”

You laugh under your breath. “You’re basically a weighted blanket. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.”

——————————————————————————

When morning comes, Nanami wakes up with the intensity of a man realizing he's made several poor life choices the night before.

He sits bolt upright on your couch, disheveled and groggy, blinking at the glass of water on the table and the blanket draped over his lap like they’ve appeared via cursed technique.

You’re in the kitchen, wearing sweatpants and making coffee like it’s just another Tuesday, which it is. Except for the part where Nanami confessed to having disturbingly tender feelings for you while wine-drenched and emotionally compromised.

“Oh no.” He says out loud, mortified.

“Morning.” You chirp, entirely too casual.

He squints at you. “How drunk was I?”

You hand him a mug of coffee. “You told me I smell like hope.”

He lets out a strangled noise.

“You also used me as a human pillow.”

“I see.”

“And confessed to liking me.”

His eyes widen behind his glasses.

You sip your own coffee. “Too much, I believe were your words.”

Nanami stares into his cup like it might contain the answers to life, the universe, and how to rewind time.

“I see.” He repeats.

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you want to take it back?”

There’s a long pause. So long you start to feel nervous.

Then, he speaks quietly, but clearly. “No. I don’t.”

Your breath catches.

“I meant what I said.” He continues, setting the mug down. “I like you. Not just in the soft, platonic way. In the ‘I think about you too much and care about you more than is reasonable’ way.”

You blink. “That’s… a lot of words for someone hungover.”

“I have regrets.” He says. “But not about you. Just about the whole karaoke thing.”

You laugh. He looks at you like it’s his favorite sound in the world.

“I was planning on saying something eventually.” He admits. “I just didn’t expect it to be slurred and with Gojo being partially involved in it.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You say with mock cheer. “He’s already texted me three times this morning with quotes. And memes.”

Nanami makes a noise of utter despair.

“He called you ‘Simpnami.’”

Another groan.

You move to sit beside him on the couch again. This time, you’re both a little more aware of how close you are and neither of you pulls away.

“You know…” You trail off softly, “for a guy who’s always talking about professionalism, you’re surprisingly good at romantic declarations.”

He gives you a sideways look. “That was not a romantic declaration.”

“It kind of was.”

“I called you a pillow.”

“An excellent pillow.” You point out as if it made all the difference.

He huffs. “Please never repeat that.”

You grin, and before you can overthink it, you lean in and kiss him.

It’s soft. Gentle. Just a press of lips, like a question.

He answers by cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your skin, and deepening it ever so slightly, still tender, still careful, like he’s learning the shape of this new thing between you with reverent hands.

When you pull back, his expression is a little dazed.

“You’re even better at that than declarations.” You murmur.

He clears his throat. “Noted.”

——————————————————————————

Back at the school, Gojo is waiting with a smug grin and a T-shirt that says “Team Nanami’s Hot Mess Era” in neon bubble letters.

Shoko claps slow and sarcastic when she sees you both walk in together.

Nanami looks like he’s calculating how many crimes he’d need to commit to flee the country.

“You two are glowing.” Gojo says way too enthusiastically, the grin on his face matching that of an absolute sociopath.

“Drop it.” Nanami warns.

“Oh, I’d never.” Gojo wiggles his eyebrows. “I just think it’s cute that you finally got a life outside your nine-to-six martyr complex.”

Nanami sighs. You press a hand to his back, stifling your laughter.

“Don’t worry.” You whisper. “You’re still terrifying. Just… slightly emotionally available now.”

“Wonderful.” He mutters.

But his hand brushes yours on the way out, a subtle gesture meant just for you. And even with Gojo singing “Shot Through the Heart” again in the background, everything suddenly feels lighter.

Like maybe six o’clock sharp doesn’t have to be the end of his day anymore. Maybe, with you, it can be the beginning of something better.

——————————————————————————

Nanami doesn’t kiss you again until four days later. Not because he doesn’t want to. In fact, he very clearly does. You catch him looking at you often now, eyes lingering a little too long, lips twitching like they want to say something meaningful but the moment passes before he lets them.

No, the delay isn’t about doubt. It’s about precision. Nanami doesn’t do things impulsively. Even when he’s accidentally confessing under the influence of a drink named after sea creatures, he somehow makes it poetic. That’s just who he is.

So when he shows up at your door after work on Friday , six o’clock sharp, of course, with a bouquet of shockingly tasteful flowers and a bottle of wine he swears is not from the Drunken Cephalopod, you know something’s up.

“You’re either here to propose or kill me.” You joke as you let him in.

“Neither.” He says. “Though I do appreciate your morbid sense of humor.”

He sets the flowers down on your kitchen counter and gives you a look that could melt steel.

“I’m here” He says. “to properly ask you on a date. A sober, intentional, well-planned date. With no cursed cocktails, and absolutely no Gojo.”

“That last part is crucial.”

“I thought so.”

You lean against the counter, smiling. “Okay, Mr. Intentional. Where would this theoretical date take place?”

He actually pulls out a folded list from his jacket pocket. “I did some research.”

You laugh. “Of course you did.”

“According to my sources, a café with low ambient noise and limited foot traffic would be ideal for uninterrupted conversation. Also, they serve excellent pastries.”

“Let me guess. Your source was Shoko?”

He hesitates. “Tengen, actually.”

You pause. “Tengen?”

“I didn’t ask directly. I asked Ijichi, who asked someone else, who apparently-”

“You crowdsourced our date venue.”

“It was efficient.”

You want to tease him. Really, you do. But the earnestness in his face makes your heart ache in the best possible way.

“Okay.” You say. “Pastries and low ambient noise sound perfect.”

He exhales like he’s been holding his breath for four days. “Good.”

——————————————————————————

The date is, of course, perfect.

He’s polite and charming and still slightly awkward in a way that’s so deeply Nanami it makes you want to pinch his cheeks and ruin his whole stoic aesthetic.

At one point, you catch him watching you over the rim of his coffee cup, a soft, rare smile tugging at his lips.

“What?” You ask, trying not to blush.

“I’m wondering if I get to do this more than once.”

You pretend to think. “Hmm… I guess that depends on whether you ever let me pick the venue.”

“Absolutely not. Gojo might sabotage it.”

“True.”

He sets his cup down and leans in slightly. “I wasn’t exaggerating the other night. I really do think about you too much.”

Your heart stutters.

“I think that’s allowed now.” You whisper.

He nods. “Good. Because I don’t want to stop.”

——————————————————————————

By the following week, it’s an open secret.

Utahime just smiles knowingly when she sees you both arrive to a mission together. Shoko pretends to be scandalized, but hands Nanami a pack of gum with a smirk and speaks. “For when you start making out behind convenience stores like teenagers.”

Gojo is the worst.

“Hey, lovebirds!” He yells across the courtyard one day. “Need me to officiate yet? I already picked out my robe!”

Nanami doesn’t respond. He just grabs your hand and walks away like he didn’t hear anything. You follow without protest.

“You know…” You say after a beat. “he’s not going to stop.”

“I know.”

“He’s going to be so much worse when we move in together.”

Nanami stops walking.

You freeze. “I mean-! Hypothetically! Someday! In the distant, really distant-”

He squeezes your hand. “I’d like that.”

You blink.

He looks at you with that same warm, unreadable expression he wears when evaluating cursed spirits. Except he is softer, gentler. “When the time is right.”

You try not to beam like an idiot. Fail spectacularly.

——————————————————————————

A few days later, after a long mission and a longer nap at his place, you find yourself in his bed, tangled up in sheets and warmth and the quiet comfort of someone who finally lets himself rest when you’re near.

“You know what’s weird?” You murmur into his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“This all started because you got drunk.”

He chuckles low in his chest. “I was emotionally ambushed.”

“By alcohol?”

“By Gojo, which is worse.”

You hum in agreement.

“But I was lucky.” He adds after a moment.

“Because you didn’t end up vomiting on my couch?”

“No.” He tilts his head, brushes his lips against your forehead. “Because you came.”

You press your face into his chest, smiling like a fool. “Of course I did.”

“And you stayed.”

“You made that part pretty easy.”

He pulls you closer. “I should get drunk more often.”

You snort. “Don’t you dare.”

He laughs again, soft and fond, and the sound settles deep in your chest like a secret only you get to keep.

You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, steady and warm beneath your cheek, and think that maybe six o’clock sharp isn’t the end of the day after all. Maybe it’s the beginning of home.

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[ninanation]

You were so right when you recommended Freedom from the Pretty Woman musical to me as a Kyoya/Kyokao song

im pretty sure its a running joke in the kyokao fandom that they actively make each other worse which i think is absolutely hilarious (because like, yeah annoying capitalist x annoying capitalist) but what are some of the ways you think they improve each other? :D /gen

Great question!

I think Kyoya makes Kaoru more ambitious. Kaoru is smart enough to skirt by most of the time without much effort or forethought. I would not hesistate to believe that he and Hikaru are only doing like half their subjects and then taking tests for each other. I also think Kaoru is immature and nebulous about the future and what he wants from it.

Someone like Kyoya, who is very goal oriented and future focused would be somewhat of a motivating factor. Hikaru and Kaoru's decision to go to Tokyo University is more triggered by Haruhi and Nanako than Kyoya's still pending decision to stay in Boston, but I think Kyoya seeing what he wants and going for it is impressive. I think Kaoru would take his work more seriously, maybe take more of an interest in the business side of things if Kyoya made it more fun.

Meanwhile, I think Kaoru would motivate Kyoya to reevaluate what he thinks freedom means. Freedom is Kaoru's family motto and something Kyoya strives for and thinks he has- but has he? I think in the same way Tamaki makes him reevaluate the box his father has put him in, Kaoru would help recontextualise that a bit more. Yes, you don't have to be trapped in the expectations of your birthright, but maybe you don't need to be beholden to anyone's expectations of you- Kyoya himself said it doesn't matter as long as the people he cares about knows who he is, so maybe he should live by that instead.

The host club in general convinces Kyoya to have a bit more fun, but I think even Kaoru's specific situation- overshadowed by his elder brother, possibly disinherited due to reasons unrelated to merit- and the fact that Kaoru would be entirely unbothered by it would allow Kyoya to maybe reevaluate his options and pick ones that allow him that freedom. After all, those who live freely are the winners, right? And Kyoya wants to win.

I think this "Kaoru makes Kyoya a freer spirit" stops slightly short of Kaoru getting him on a motorbike at any point.

Basically, I think they mellow each other out. Kaoru works harder, Kyoya becomes less of a workaholic. Kaoru becomes a little more self-possessed, Kyoya becomes a little bit freer.

I also think, as me and @pilindiel were only discussing earlier, they mesh pretty well with each other's anxieties. They're two people who believe that they can only be love for the mask they put on, and two people who quite easily see through each other's masks. As long as the people you care about know who you are, nothing else matters- is as much about Kaoru as it is about Kyoya. It's an inadvertant, egotistical admission by Kyoya that he does know who Kaoru is and Kaoru does care about him, and vice a versa. Platonically, and bewildering to Kaoru at this point, but important nonetheless. Kyoya proves his point by even saying it and articulating it as a viewpoint that Kaoru would share- because he does know who Kaoru is, and nothing else about it matters.

But yeah, Kyoya believes that it is more important for the people he cares about to know him than it is for them to love him. And Kaoru is kind of into the whole evil scheming ambition thing so that negates that concern. And Kaoru meanwhile is terrified of being made obsolete and being left behind. Which is negated somewhat by Kyoya being the kind of guy with the dedication to stick to his convictions, one of which he has decided is the perpetuity of the host club. And one would be Kaoru too, of course.

Also just tacking on at the end because I'm rambling too much. I think Kyoya would make Kaoru more independent-- something Kaoru already strives for a bit more of, but there's nothing like giving someone a reason not to share a bedroom with their sibling anymore as that final push. And I think Kaoru would encourage Kyoya to be less self-isolating, less of a lone wolf. Mainly because he likes getting into other people's business. Kaoru loves teamwork <- freak.

[sharieb]

Do Not Disturb: Love Loading

Woke up tangled like overcooked noodles - too much warmth, too little space, and just the right amount of accidental intimacy.

Paring: LADs x Non-MC reader

Genre: Fluff

Writer's note: I think I'm in my squishy reader fluff era. Most of my (non-requested) fluff content for the time being will have squishy readers in mind, but still be for everyone.

Cold Hands, Warm Disaster

The infirmary cot wasn’t built for comfort, let alone shared comfort, but you insisted on staying with him during inventory checks.

He humoured you.

You both nodded off.

You wake up tangled around him, your face in his neck, your soft middle squished against his chest, one of his arms locked around your waist protectively.

He is wide awake. Has been.

For forty-seven minutes and counting.

Vitals: elevated.

Core temp: dangerously flustered.

Memory storage: permanently ruined.

I should move. I cannot move.

She is so soft. Her thighs are warm.

Her tummy is adorably squishy I’m going to clinically expire.

This is how I die. Peacefully. In bliss.

Then you nuzzle deeper with a sleepy sigh. “Mmm… Zaynie…”

He has to bite back a low groan.

Every part of his body reacts in slow panic. Muscles tense.

A whimper nearly escape as his soul leaves his body. Code Blue: Overwhelmed Boyfriend Detected.

You go right back to sleep. Blissfully unaware.

He contemplates every life choice that led to this moment. Decides he wouldn’t change a single one.

Then wonders if medically, it’s possible to pass out from cuteness overload.

When you eventually wake, blinking groggily and realise the position, he whispers, “You don’t have to move.”

And you don’t. You smile sleepily and rest your cheek back on his chest.

He will never emotionally recover.

He changes the infirmary shift schedule just to nap with you again

Might also requisition a bigger cot. Purely for... "ergonomics".

Celestial Breakdown Mode

You were just going to watch one episode. Maybe two. But the couch was small. You were both tired. And now?

Now Xavier is lying flat on his back with you starfished on top of him like you fell there from orbit.

Your entire body is pressed against him, head tucked under his chin, and his arms? Pinned under your weight.

He is awake.

He has been.

For one hour and thirty-seven minutes.

Don’t move.

Don’t move.

DON’T MOVE.

She’s so soft.

So warm.

This is fine.

This is nice.

This is a terrifying level of softness.

What do I do with my hands?

You’ll wake her. Don’t ruin this. Don’t breathe.

I love it here. Help.

He chose to wrap them around you. Gently. Tentatively. You didn't protest, so now they’re just… there. Holding.

When you stir, it’s to murmur something incoherent against his shoulder. Then, instead of pulling away, you cuddle closer and sigh with a sleepy smile.

He has to suppress a groan in his throat. A small, overwhelmed noise slips out anyway.

His face is flaming.

When you finally blink awake, Xavier’s eyes are wide like he’s been caught with stolen stars.

“Xav?” you mumble.

He clears his throat. “Good morning.”

You realise the position and start to scramble off, and he catches you.

“No. Stay,” he says too quickly, too softly.

You stay. And in his head, the galaxy explodes.

Yeah. He’s not moving for another hour.

Devilishly Still, Dangerously Pleased

Falling asleep in Sylus’s tiny underground crash couch was always a gamble. But this time, after you curled up beside him post-midnight mission and promptly passed out, the gamble paid off.

Because now you’re draped over him. One arm under his shirt, one thigh straddling his.

Your cheek resting just above his heart. You’re completely tangled.

And Sylus?

Fully, completely, absolutely awake.

Has been for 78 minutes.

She clung to me in her sleep.

Don’t. Move. A. Muscle.

I'm a villain, and I am being cuddled like a teddy bear.

She’s soft. She’s squishy. Her nose just nuzzled me.

She smells like vanilla and lavender. If I breathe wrong, she might shift.

I can’t move. I won’t. 

This is heaven.

Don’t mess this up.

Normally, he’d tease you into oblivion for this. Call you clingy. Tease you about attacking him in his sleep.

But right now?

His hand rests low on your back. Thumb tracing slow circles over your shirt. A smirk playing at the corner of his lips—but no sound. No snark.

He’s too full.

Full of warmth. Of awe. Of the terrifying, exhilarating knowledge that he wants to be your favourite place to fall asleep.

He has one arm draped casually around you, the other behind his head. He looks cool. He is not cool.

When you stir, it’s not with panic, it’s with a sigh. You shift, squish your soft tummy further into his side, and mumble, “Mmm… comfy…” before immediately falling asleep again.

He has to bite back a groan. A low, instinctual sound that nearly betrays him.

His smirk falters into something dangerously soft.

Every nerve ending is screaming as he nearly combusted.

 Then he lets out a chuckle that would make any henchman quit on the spot.

“…You’re lucky I like being used as a mattress,” he mutters.

You eventually wake again and try to move, but he tightens his grip.

“Don’t. I’m your bed now. Sleep tax.”

You do. He never moves. Not even when his comms beep. Not even when a stray wrench falls.

You are priority number one.

Trapped Under Muse

You fell asleep during one of his long rants about artistic philosophy, on his bed, because, of course, you did. He joined you later. You don't remember the moment it happened.

But now you’re sprawled on top of him like a blanket, one leg hooked over his hip, your drool-stained cheek squished against his bare shoulder.

You’re out cold.

He is not.

Her breath is in sync with mine. 

Her hair smells like heaven. 

I could die happy. 

She’s on me. 

ON ME. 

This is art. 

I am trapped. 

Blissfully. Utterly. Gloriously trapped. 

I’m never moving again.

Then you squish yourself even closer in your sleep, mumbling something about “warm paint clouds”, and bury your face into his neck.

He has to stifle a very real, very dramatic whimper.

A part of him screams in Lemurian. I am a brushstroke away from transcendence. Her nose is on my collarbone. Her tummy is pressed against me. I am undone. Reduced to seawater and seafoam, hopelessly swept into her tide. What if she wakes up and moves away? No. No, I must become the bed. I must merge with the mattress. The other gods have smiled upon me, and I refuse to squander this divine gift.

When you stir, you do so only to sigh contentedly and nuzzle again.

 He instinctively strokes your hair.

He looks at the ceiling like it holds divine secrets.

You don’t even wake fully, you just instinctively hold tighter and drift back into dreams.

He melts. Fully.

Into the bed. Into you.

Later, you wake to find him still cradling you with the softest smile.

“You make a wonderful weighted blanket, my heart.”

You groan. He giggles. And tucks you in closer.

“I’m keeping you. Forever. You’re my favourite composition now.”

Colonel Snuggle Suppression Protocol

You’d both been watching a late-night debrief video on the couch when you dozed off against his shoulder.

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, too, but apparently he did, because now it’s morning and you’re fully tangled in him, practically on top of him.

One leg, tossed over his hip. Arms around his middle. Face squished into his chest. Drool long since soaked into his shirt.

And Caleb?

Fully awake.

Has been awake. For over an hour.

Because you moved in your sleep. Got even more impossibly closer. And his entire body seized like he was under sniper fire.

Breathe slowly.

Stay still. She’s sleeping comfortably

This is fine. 

You are a soldier, so do not engage

Ignore how good she smells.

A soldier trained for extreme pressure. 

This is NOT an emotional ambush.

Don’t react to the fact that her thigh is- 

SYSTEM OVERRIDE. 

EMOTION LOCK-DOWN. 

ACTIVATE PLAN: UNFLUSTERED WALL OF MUSCLE. 

Reroute blood flow to literally anywhere else. 

Don’t blush. 

You are NOT blushing.

Don’t move. 

You’re FINE, Colonel, hold the line.

He hasn’t dared to shift even a finger.

His hand has been hovering an inch above your back the entire time.

He wants to hold you.

He wants to.

But if he does, he might short-circuit.

Every breath is measured.

Every blink is calibrated.

Meanwhile, your sleepy little hums and the soft warmth of your thigh over his have his heart doing tactical somersaults.

Then you murmur something sleepy against his chest. “Mmm… warm.”

And instinctively nuzzle deeper into him. Your soft curves press more firmly against him.

He has to hold back a whimper.

His brain breaks. Sparks. Dies. Reboots.

Every part of him is now awake and aware in ways that are criminally unfair.

You fall back asleep, cheek squished against his collarbone, a soft smile on your lips.

Caleb exhales a slow breath like he just survived a sniper ambush.

When you finally stir properly and blink up at him, mumbling, “Morning…”

He nods stiffly. “Good morning.”

“…You’re already awake?”

“I’ve been awake since 0500.”

“…Why didn’t you move me?”

A pause. “…I didn’t want to compromise your comfort.”

You smile and shook your head as you tried to roll off him. He catches you gently. “No… It’s alright. I… didn’t mind.”

You smile again, kiss his cheek, and bury your face back in his chest.

Caleb.exe has fully crashed.

Later, he’ll be thinking about this until he dies.

He adds three new pillows to his couch that night and searches up how to tactically hold your girlfriend without combusting.

[meiguicha]

Sugar Talking (Your Eyes Only)

Phainon x Reader - Modern AU

Lace and applique, garters and stockings, what he likes most is the person wearing them

Note: suggestive ending, mild sexual content (boaner), mentioned sexual activity and general semi-nudity

//i know i literally just posted about what might be the next soul-sucking series for me but this idea is tossing me in a wok and cracking an egg over me like im day-old rice. oh and my ten million exams ig. you can kind of think of this as like a preview into the dynamic for the series.

The best part about the mid-year months is definitely when stores go on their end of season sale and you can walk in and pick up a bra for less than the price of a paperback book, a steal in this horrid economy.

Of course, this only works under the assumption that you find your size, which is why you always pray to anyone willing to listen to your selfish prayer to always find your size no matter the cost.

Safe to say, you return with the spoils of your conquest. Triumph is too light a word to describe what is blooming in your chest, this must be what cheetahs feel like when they actually get a kill.

"You're looking excited, did something good happen?" Your boyfriend's hums amusedly from his seat, his eyes sweeping over your form to glance at the shopping bag hanging off your shoulder and the large cup of tea in your other hand.

With a prideful look, you set down your cup on the counter before approaching him. Giddily, your delight is barely disguised by a lilting giggle, "5-dollar sale for selected bras and underwear."

"Aaand I just so happen to find my size~."

Digging through the bag to retrieve what you've bought, you present them to him with a wide smile pulling at your lips.

Phainon only tilts his head, dumbly noting, "They look nice."

"Do you wanna see them on me?" You wait for him to respond.

The answer he gives you isn't verbal, rather it seems like he's dumbstruck at the idea. A rosiness tinges the tips of his ears, and perhaps due to his natural features, the blush that spreads around his cheeks is extra noticeable, his whole face almost engulfed in shy flush.

You tilt your head too, mimicking him. Only then does he seem to catch on, incoherently sputtering out this and that before settling on simply nodding his head, the enthusiasm of which also seems to cast an excited sheen in his eyes.

But when he looks at you like that, it's pretty hard to not let it affect you.

In a swift move, you remove your shirt and unclasp the bra you were wearing to slip on the first bralette, your boyfriend's scandalised gasp peeping out the first moment a bit of waist came to display.

"You've literally been inside me," Your voice is muffled by your shirt, yet it's clear he can hear you well and fine.

Once more, as if a Victorian man seeing a little bit of knee for the first time in his life, he murmurs behind his hand, "I know! That doesn't mean I was expecting you to strip right in front of me."

Just that pulls a bark of laughter from you, and as you finally adjust the band around your chest, you make an experimental twirl, trying to catch every detail through the full-sized mirror by the two of you.

"I saw this and thought it looked pretty comfortable you know? And I have so many shirts that are too low cut so at least now I have something lower to wear beneath them."

The patterns on the lace really does look nice against your skin, you made a good choice to pick this colour.

"That looks..." He chokes out, "...good."

Whipping back to face him, you once more find your boyfriend peeking through the gaps of his fingers, covering his eyes and mouth as if whatever you're showing him is truly so violating.

"Do I look that ugly?"

"No! No, no, no. Of course not, you're—"

His sputtering is only interrupted when he looks up to your horrible suppression of your amusement, your features scrunched together in vain attempt. In the face of your clear humour, those eyes that you've grown so weak to, grow glassy as that aggrieved glint shines within them.

Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, a fluttering feeling enveloping your chest. All you can do is ruffle up his hair, messing with that cute little cowlick of his before you step outside his reach.

"Wait here, I think you'll like this one," Humming, you glide to your closet to look for something, eyes scanning a certain pile of folded up fabric as your hands reach for silky white frills and mesh stockings. When you find it, you disappear into the bathroom to put everything on.

If you'll be honest, you bought a pair of suspenders long before you even got with him and it was more of a practical reason than aesthetic. Your love for thigh-high socks was only decremented by the fact that they kept slipping down and, in your desperation (and your stinginess), you ended up buying a white pair with frills at the waist. You're certain it was a part of some bridal set, but you'll never know.

It was weird wearing it at first, almost felt like you were doing something illegal, but it did its job really well. You walked for hours in these things and your socks didn't budge an inch. Naturally, it became a part of your usual wear.

And now with your new additions, you suppose they can finally fulfill what they were made to do.

As you buckle the waistband of the suspenders behind your back, you tentatively open the door to approach Phainon, who was now sitting a little straighter than before.

The weight of his gaze lays on your neck, along the curve of your clavicle and the cut of the bra. He goes further down, to your waist decorated with soft frills, gaze trailing to the waistband of the matching panties whose waistband dig into the plush of your hips, and to your thighs hugged by semi-opaque stockings.

Each step forward almost feels like you're walking further into a trap of your own design, but you can't find it within yourself to escape.

"Does it look good?"

"Yeah," Breathlessly, he reaches out but just before his hands can rest on your skin, he stops, as if unsure where to put them. Yet, the awe in his eyes, the way he looks up at you, when you return that ardent gaze through the mirror, you find nothing but yourself reflected within them. You look away, like staring into the bright daylight for too long, and in your inattention, he places his hands on your hips. "Yeah, it is."

" 'd you like it?" Through your own sudden shyness, your voice hums low and cautious.

And now that you manage peeks of yourself in the mirror, you're not quite sure whether it was a good idea to put so much effort into this. "I thought it looked a little too bridal but oh-!"

Pulled firmly onto his lap, you find yourself securely straddled atop of him, to bask in the full attention of your reverential partner. You never noticed it but, when you're so close like this, you can see how blown out his irises are, how that sky blue are mere rings compared to the gold of his regard.

His voice is soft, the sound coming not from his throat but elsewhere, "I do. I really do."

"You look so pretty with this lace and—" His touch dances along your skin, and beneath air-conditioning and his warm fingers, he coaxes a shaky exhale from your lips. Still, he continues his admiring, lays fleeting touches along the seams of elastic and your sensitive nerves. "—white suits you perfectly."

As if shedding his previous modesty, he leans forwards to press his face into your chest, looking up at you once more with that innocent look. In this context, with his actions, its less than innocent, it's more than clear he likes it.

"Honestly, you could be wearing a potato sack, and I'd still think you would be the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

A smile, one that you only briefly fight against, tug at the corners of your lips. "Don't say that. Burlap's too rough."

"I should come with you next time," His breath is warm, fanning over your lace-veiled skin as he sighs, almost melancholic in dramatics.

"And let mr mustard yellow and purple decide?"

"Heeey, it's not that bad. You look great in yellow."

Your amusement comes out in a humming breath, crinkling your eyes before placing a hand atop of his wandering one.

"If you can find something in yellow, and it actually looks half decent," "I'll wear it for you," You muse, trying to recall any stores that actually offer anything of your criteria.

He holds you a little tighter. "Is that a challenge?"

"That depends on you and any designer with more than three braincells."

You pat his hand, shift your weight to get yourself up. "Come on, I need to change out of this."

Instead, Phainon drags you back down onto his lap, back to straddling him, to feeling the most physical evidence of his 'liking' throb against you.

"I think..." Bringing a hand to cup your face, he takes advantage of your momentary shock to bridge the minute gap between you two. "...you should keep it on for a little bit, at least until we're done."

Gentle, you feel his breath against your lips before anything else. And as he presses further into the kiss, coaxes a pathetic noise from your throat, your head swims from just this simple act.

If something as simple as this could get him so riled up, you only wonder how he'll react when he sees the other sets you have.

[erenjaegerwifee]

Summers In Pandora 🌸 Day 1 - Age Gap

Paring: Jake x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Summary: You help Jake relief some stress after a long day

Warnings: MDNI 18+, orals (m receiving), p in v, cheating, established relationship, Jake loving on you, explicit language.

Word Count: 1.5k

Disclamer: all my characters are aged-up! Please if you are uncomfortable reading DO NOT interact with any of my post.

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“Hey- woah you look like shit” you say as Jake strolls in your hut. “Thanks so much for your useless input” he rolls his eyes and gives you with his sarcastic words as he sits on your hammock. “Damn, don’t bite my head off, why are you here shouldn’t you be at home?” you tease him. 

“Haha very funny, come here baby” he stretches his arm out and gestures ‘come here’ with two of his fingers. Your tail sways when you walk up to him in between his legs, you run your hand though his dreads and pulls his head up to look up you. Jake’s chin rets on your stomach as he looks up at you smiling down at him, “What happen?” you mused. 

“I can’t just wanna see my girl” 

“Nice try, you have more than one of those” Jake groans at your words falling back on your hammock still looking up at you, “Don’t remind me, they just won’t give me a break these kids are driving me crazy, how did I ground Lo’ak and he still managed to piss off someone I have to apologize too, and your sister, I just do everything wrong.” he rubs his hands over his eyes and sighs into your hammock. 

“Why don’t you just stay here tonight? Tell her you got caught you when you go home tomorrow” you pout slight. You sit your body on his lap and lean down to rest your hands on his chest. You dip your head into his neck to kiss him, “Been so long since you stayed over, I miss you tìyawn(love)”   

Jake mumbles some incoherent words and wraps his big arms around your body and your melt into his warm skin. His hand comes down to squeeze your ass toying with the flesh making you hum into his skin. “Yea? And if I stay, what are you gonna do for me?”  

Jake sits his body up bringing you with him, now your head is slightly higher than his and he looks up at you flirtatiously bringing his lips closer to yours. You lean in kissing his slowly feeling the way his tongue licks your bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter your mouth. You tilt your head bringing your hands up to his face deepening the kiss as he rocks back and forth slightly. 

“Well, I wanna help you out tìyawn, wanna make you feel better...” you trail off opening your lips a bit for him to slide his tongue in. Jake explores every corner of the inside of your mouth like he’s never done it before as his hands roam your body feeling your soft tight skin.  

Ever since you met, Jake has always been attracted to your small figure and young age, when he met your sister and mated her you were sixteen so he never made any moves, you being underage at the time. But the suddenly you turned twenty-three and you were beautiful. You always had an eye on Jake, he was always attractive in your opinion. You just never considered he might have felt the same way about you. Jake ruined so much men for you in the pass, you always found yourself comparing any other man to him and they always lose even though Jake wasn’t even yours.  

He is now even if it’s a secret, you love him dearly, he should have been your mate, you could have made him so happy, you do. You never complain when he asks you to do something, you cook and clean like a good little house wife. If you could, you would have his babies too...you wondered if he would want that. 

“Oh yea? And how were you planning on doing that?” he squeezes the flesh of your hips as you break and kiss and slide off his lap, “I want you to cum in my mouth.” you say as you situate yourself in between his thick thighs. Jake looks down at you with so much love, he looks at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the clan. He runs his hands into your braids pushing it back to get a better view of your face, “You’re so pretty babygirl so fucking gorgeous.” his big palm comes down to caress your cheeks squeezing your cheeks together opening your mouth.  

Jake watches you untie his loincloth tossing it over your shoulder on the floor. You take his length in your hands and stroke him softly; he throws his head back feeling you squeeze his cock tip. His hands are place behind him holding up his body and he looks back down at you, watching you lick a stride up his length. 

Jake groans at the feeling when you take his head into your warm mouth. Your tongue runs circles around the tip as he whimpers above you. Jake’s head has always been sensitive, he always loved the way you just knew how to please him, that’s why he loves you so much. 

You bob your head up and down on him going deeper each stroke of your mouth. You gag when his tip touched the back of your throat when he’s only half way in. Jake was a moaner, his little whimpers were always so cute to hear, especially when you were the reason it was happening. “Feels good tìyawn?” you say in a sweet voice when you pull his tip out of your mouth with a pop. 

Jake mumbles some incoherent words and wraps his big arms around your body and your melt into his warm skin. His hand comes down to squeeze your ass toying with the flesh making you hum into his skin. “Yea? And if I stay, what are you gonna do for me?”

You roll your tongue around his cock bringing your hand up to stroke what can’t fit in your mouth. Jake grips your hair pressing your face further onto his cock as his cum shoots into your mouth. Your greedily swallow every bit of it as it comes feeling his cock twitch in your mouth and listening to his moans. When you pull your head up and wipe the corner of your mouth, you look up at his sweating, panting figure admiring his strong chest and arms. Jake really is such a dilf, especially with that little punch he has. Your think it’s so sexy the way he looks all the time, no matter what this man does he looks hot. 

Jake looks down at you to see your gaze already on him, your eyes are hungry like they always are when you finish sucking his cock. He knows you want him to fuck you, to make you cum on his cock the way you love, that no other man can do for you. “Come on baby get up” he demanded. 

You stumble as you stood up now looking down at him. Jake’s hands move up to your chest cover made of beads and rip it off your chest exposing your tits. The action catches your off guard making you gasp but you don’t really miss the top when his fingers come to flick your nipples. Jake seamlessly pulls you into his lap, your legs wrap around the back of his waist. He brings his head down to lap at your nipples making you squirm in his grasp. While he does so, he unties your loincloth slipping it off your body and raising you up to line up with is cock. 

Jake doesn’t stop his attack on your tits when he lowers you down slowly, stretching you out on his cock. Your both moan in unison as he bottoms out inside you. Jake doesn’t wait before he’s lifting your body up and down on him making you whimper. He bounces you on his cock faster and faster until you’re mewling loudly with every thrust. He bucks his hips up into you meeting you half way and increases his pace.  

Jake has your mind running circles from the pleasure, you can only think about his cock moving in and out of you so perfectly, like you were made for this. “Jake! Gonna cum! Gonna cumm!” you scream on him; your words stutter out getting continuous cut by his thrust. 

“Yea babygirl cum for me, cum on my cock” his voice was deep, panting into your chest. Jake admires the why your face screws up and your tits bounce in his face. His words send you hurling towards your orgasm gushing in his cock and thighs. Jake follows right after you pulling you down harshly cuming in your sweet cunt.  

When you look down at him again, you pull him in for a sweet kiss letting his tongue slip into your mouth before you pull yourself off his lap. You walk backwards away from him, “I hope you aren’t too tired tìyawn…” you smile at him cheekily as you turn around, getting on the floor on all fours.

Your tail sways in the air as you show off your gaping, wet pussy to him. Your hips move from side to side enticing him to come for you while you look back at him with seductive eyes. “Come get me baby I want you” you words make him growl as he stands up walking towards you.

Jake gets down on his knees behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your ass. He spanks and squeezes the flesh that slowly turns purple, he knows you love it when he spanks you. Jake raises his eyes to look towards your face sporting a sweet blush and biting your bottom lip at the feeling of his hands roaming your body.

You feel Jake move his hands down to your pussy holding both sides with his thumbs and spreading you open, “Such a good girl for me. You love taking my cock don’t you?” You nod your head vigorously answering, “yes sir..” your voice sounds desperate you want him to stick it back in so bad.

Jake loves watching you get desperate for him, he loves seeing you squirm and push back on him like you’re doing now, “use me baby please, want you to use me and feel better” you eyes tear up from the desperation you feeling wanting his cock back inside you. Your words make Jake groan as he strokes his harden cock pushing back into your slowly.

He knows you’re already stretched and he doesn’t need to do it but he just loves relishing in the feeling of you tight pussy over and over again. He doesn’t waste anymore time pounding into your little cunt listening to you moan loudly as his cock hits your g-spot perfectly.

Your head drops down to the floor and one of your hands comes back to hold his. Jake doesn’t hold your hand though, he instead grabs it and hankers it over your ass on your back. Your tail twitches as he uses your own forearm to pull your body back into his thrust making you scream.

Jake covers your body with his, kissing and sucking on your neck leaving sweet marks. It always turned him on watching you walk around with his bruises knowing he is the one who put them there and no one else knows.

You head spins when you cum on his cock again, you didn’t even ask this time, you didn’t even let him know you were close but Jake knew. He always knew when u were gonna cum when your cunt clenches up in his cock making him groan then you gush on him making his cock even wetter.

He swears he’s never had better sex than with you, in his entire life you are the only person that can make his get boners in the middle of the night from his wet dreams. He’s only person in the world he knows always makes sure he’s satisfied when you fuck. His thoughts send him over the edge and he cums deep inside you once again.

When you both come down from your respective highs Jake makes no move to pull out. Instead, he picks you up and lays on your hammock pulling you down with him and cover both your bodies as you drift off to sleep. Jake stays awake though, running his hand over your braids thinking about how lucky his is to have gotten you on his cock before anyone else could, he loves you so much. 

🌸 I hope everyone enjoyed reading! I had a lot of fun writing this one and I can’t wait to continue writing in this event!

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max verstappen x female!oc cat mom | smau

the one max verstappen follows a instagram account where the owner just post her cats (and one dog named max)

petsbymia

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petsbymia mirabell chilling during the break moments after she scratched me to death ☠️ anyway, she's adorable 🥰

maxverstappen1 she's adorable 🥰🥰

petsbymia she is!! what's not adorable is the scratches i have all over my arm!!

maxverstappen1 im positive she had a reason for it!

petsbymia YEAH I WENT TO PET HER!!

catlovers omg look how cute 😍

mirianb_ ohhhh she's lovely!! i miss my little partner!! 🥰🥰

ilovemycats that's a pretty nice name, i wish i have thought about it 😜

petsbymia i named her after the mirabeu haute in the monaco circuit!! it's my dad favorite part of the track

charles_leclerc your dad have great taste 👌🏻

petsbymia he's also a mercedes fan!

charles_leclerc your dad have a terrible taste

maxverstappen1 your dad have a terrible taste

gabig_ don't say nasty things about uncle!!!!

ilovemycats im ignoring the full argument... wait so you named your cat after something f1 related?? unfollowing you NOW! f1 is not even a proper sport

petsbymia i knowwww im sorry 😭

petsbymia

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petsbymia yeah i got a black cat to name him salem even though i know how historically incoherent it is, he's pretty fucking cute though 🥰 i miss him and i think i lost him 😭😭

maxverstappen1 cute 😍 😍😍

mirianb_ okay i need to tell you now or else i think you might have a heart attack, salem is with me! i kidnapped him, sorry 😘

petsbymia OMG MIRIAN I HATE YOU I'VE BEEN CRYING FOR LIKE HOURS

maxverstappen1 i lost my cats once i can say: that's not very nice of you mirianb_

mirianb_ ok hold on for a sec... aren't you a f1 driver? MIA WHY THERE'S A F1 DRIVER IN YOU COMENTS SECTION

miamilani i mean it's not my section, it's my pets one

maxverstappen1 i saw the cats once and i thought they looked cute so i followed the profile and they're cute so sue me?

mirianb_ omg you're so cat dad coded!

catslovers forever missed salem!!

ilovemycats oh noo, mirian, how could you kidnap little salem dear???

mirianb_ in my self defense, chaos (my cat) miss his friend so i took matter with my own hands

maxverstappen1 has asked to follow miamilani

maxverstappen1 started to follow miamilani

miamilani started to follow maxverstappen1

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petsbymia bath day and i can say max, salem and mirabell hated EVERY crazy second of it 🤪

maxverstappen1 why is your dog named max? 🤨🤨

petsbymia funny story, my best friend also has a collie and he's also named max so i thought it would be funny, now we have max 1 and max 2 right allycmpbll

allycmpbll it's my brother's dog but whatever to make you happy 😍😍

catlovers ok i see now why salem got you all scratched, he clearly is french and you're making him shower

petsbymia stop insulting my cat! he's not french at all, i found him near modena, hes italiano 🇮🇹🤌🏻

collielovers i mean we NEED to put all the collies together

petsbymia no, we don't! i can barely keep it up with ONE border collie

gabig_ i told you!!! i fucking told you when you decided to have a collie that you didn't have the energy for it

ilovemycats salem looks miserable 😭😭

miamilani

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miamilani our dogs, my cats and my best friends, love you miri, happy crazy birthday to you and i hope a bunch of cars going in circle makes you happy tomorrow

mirianb_ im so much more happy when im with you! thanks for all these years of friendship 🩷

gabig_ all of us together until the end

allycmpbll happiest bday to the most annoying person in the world

maxverstappen1 happy birthday, mirian, i feel that you don't like me but anyway

mirianb_ it's not personal mr. verstappen, im a simple mercedes girl 😎

petsbymia

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petsbymia taking the kids to see nona (my mum) mirabell took a nap on my mom's bed, salem took my dad spot on the couch and max ate at least 15 different plants, looking forward to came back again for christmas

maxverstappen1 omg they're so cute and so adorable, im starting to think they have their mom's charm 😅

gabig_ that was supposed to be a flirt? cause god it was awful

petsbymia it was not, it was cute, my pets are as charming as i am!

mirianb_ your dad a few years ago "i don't like pets, im allergic, they're too messy", your dad today "here salem, my bed is your bed now"

petsbymia *proceds to sleep on the couch*

catslover how were you able to get the most charismatic pets in the world?

petsbymia avengers, assemble!

collielovers salem and mirabell they're VERY cute but i cant with max, he's so gentleman coded 🥹

maxverstappen1 i was about to ask whay the fuck have i eaten but my mind went back working again

charles_leclerc again? naive of you to assume your mind worked those past few months

lewishamilton your mind was literally a mud puddle

maxverstappen1 ok stop the bullying now

petsbymia yeah boys, stop the bullying ✋🏻

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 jimmy and sassy appreciation post 🧡🧡🧡

petsbymia mirabell and salem wants to meet jimmy and sassy 🥰

miamilani smooth!

verstappencom the most adorable ones!!

redbullracing we're waiting to see them again! 🥰

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miamilani

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miamilani so here's a funny story i don't know how i ended up here cause i was only answering a random dude on my pets profile (random dude is a formula one champion - i don't know what that means)

gabig_ mia still pretending not to know shit about motorsport when her cat is named after a part of a circuit, tsc tsc

allycmpbll years of asking you to go to interlagos with me and now you're just a gp because a random dude asked you to?

maxverstappen1 excuse me, random dude here, it was very difficult

mirianb_ is it always that loud?

petsbymia we miss you mum!

mirianb_ who's the admin on the pets account while you're away????

roscoelovescoco i also miss my dad!

maxverstappen1 i cant believe lewis got the mind to open roscoes account, search mia, search the comment and respond it, dude, weren't you supposed to be working?

lewishamilton i am working, the car, on the other way around...

miamilani OMG LEWIS HIIIII!!! IM SUCH A GREAT FAM OF YOU, OMG IM LOOKING FORWARD TO SEE YOU DRIVING A FERRARI!!!!!

user182 ok so who is she?

user713 apparently is max new girlfriend

user182 she's a cat mom i think i will like her

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maxverstappen1 getting out of the weekend after maxplaining all i could to a pet mom 😜

miamilani sure, whatever you say! interlagos is still better than zandvoort

redbullracing hope we got another one for the redbull army

miamilani not happening, adm, not happening!!

verstappencom 💥💥

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trying to teach her how to work the sim

charles_leclerc answered your story

any luck?

maxverstappen1

lol she's better than you

thanks max for letting me win (if he says i pushed him out of track hes lying 😝

maxverstappen1 has answered your story

lies!!! you pushed me wild

miamilani

boooo 😚 im better than youuu

[luvseisagi]

— two years late.

ft. itoshi sae x reader. wc. 2k

summary. sae's been your best friend your whole life, but after his return from spain, you're not so sure anymore. content. gn!reader, no pronouns used, reader wears makeup. angst and no comfort, but this first chapter is kinda cute in some parts (??). childhood friends, miscommunication. lot of mentions of rin (as a lil brother) + canon itoshi brothers argument. i think sae's not too ooc here but he might be in the next chapter. author's note. first work is out!! im a bit nervous since its the first thing i write in almost a year, but its exciting being able to finally share something here. also it was supposed to be a one shot, but it got too long so i divided it in two chapters, sorry.

𝜗𝜚 english isnt my first language, so any corrections or advice are highly appreciated, as well as feedback (please) ! enjoyyy

being childhood friends with itoshi sae had been both the most beautiful and most traumatic experience of your life.

when you both were children, being best friends with sae meant co-parenting his brother with him. you would go to their practices and matches every now and then, spend your entire monthly allowance on ice cream that would always tell you you were going to have bad luck, play with dinosaurs instead of dolls and sleep in a too-small-for-two top bunk with the redhead while his little brother kicked the mattress from below in his sleep.

that made you happy, though. their parents never minded having you around all the time —they actually appreciated that their kids had at least one friend outside their football team, and your parents liked the brothers, so they gave you the freedom to spend time with them. they would let you sleep over at their house every weekend, ask santa for presents for them too, and invite them to every one of your birthdays. 

that’s why, right after your thirteen birthday, when sae told you he was moving to spain to continue with his training, you felt your heart break for the first time.

things changed, then. even though sae was who really connected you to his family, rin had you as a big sister too, and sae leaving only brought you closer to him. you never stopped going to his practices and matches —your phone always in hand, recording him and sending all the videos to his brother. rin didn’t ask for it anymore, but you would invite him to walks and ice cream whenever you could —tagging sae in the pictures you would post, with the luck you two had gotten in the snacks; and watching childish cartoons with him whenever you stayed over at their house —messaging sae that the top bunk was now all yours, and rin still kicked the mattress in his sleep, babbling incoherent words about being the best player in the world.

you were a bit insecure about it at first, but sae answered all your videos, pictures, messages and calls. you knew he was a famous player now, and you always went to the itoshi’s house to watch his matches with his family at unmentionable hours due to the time difference —so, even if you were definitely more distant than when you were kids, he was still your best friend, and you were still his. no country, time zone, or ocean could ever change that.

or so you thought. it was two years later when you realized you loved him. 

that's wrong, though —of course you had always loved him. apart from your family, he had been the only consistent presence and support in your life. rin was like a little brother for you too, and, for some reason, your friend group changed members all the time, so you had never had a friendship like the one you shared with sae. you loved him for that. 

but you loved, loved him too, and it took you some years and a few dumb conversations with your friends to realize it. 

at fifteen, everyone in your class liked gossiping about crushes, first kisses, and relationships that never lasted more than three weeks. your friend group at the time was formed by a some girls and a few boys from your class, and all of them liked or were dating each other. you were the only one left out, not because you weren’t likable —you had sae on the phone for almost a full hour when a guy from your extracurricular classes confessed to you, but you didn’t like him, and you didn’t know how to reject him— but because you weren’t interested in dating at all. 

you wouldn’t call yourself popular, but you had a good relationship with all your friends —not like with sae, though—. you found people attractive, but never enough to feel the urge to kiss them —plus, none of them had eyes as pretty as sae’s, nor smiles as cute as his—. you were aware of the rumors about the guys that had a crush on you, but you preferred to act like you didn’t know about them —yet, you would message sae about it, asking him for advice in case any of them tried and confessed to you. 

it was at a sleepover with the girls in your friend group, after almost forcing them to put the international football channel on the tv at midnight because sae was playing, when one of them brought up the topic. 

“have you ever thought that you like that football boy you’re always talking about?”

and, no, you had never thought about it at all until they mentioned it. because sae was your best friend just like rin was like your little brother, and you had spent too many hours complaining to him about the boyfriends and girlfriends in your class for a thought like that to ever cross your mind.

“no.” you had answered then, if only a few seconds too late for your friend to grin widely and point at you, her voice too loud for the time it was when she laughed.

“you do like him!” she exclaimed, full of excitement for discovering, finally, that the i-dont-want-a-boyfriend—yn did actually like a guy “yn has a crush on a boy! and it’s his best friend!”

luckily for you, the girl’s parents had woken up with her loud exclamations, and it didn't take long for them to enter her room to scold all of you for staying up so late. they made you turn off the tv, too, a little surprised to see spanish football there instead of some silly teen movie. 

you weren’t worried about the rumors spreading because no one in your class knew sae or rin anyway, and they shut off quickly because you never said a word about it. however, that thought had been already implanted in your head, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

i like sae. i like sae. i like sae? i love sae. oh, i love sae.

so it was at fifteen that you realized you were in love with itoshi sae, but you were too scared to tell him —he was still living on the other side of the planet, and you knew it wouldn’t make any difference anyway. besides, you liked the relationship you had with him at the moment, texting often, calling sometimes. you talked to him about rin, and you knew rin talked to him about you, too —you would never forgive him for sending his brother the pictures from when you had fallen in a mud puddle, and you knew sae’s profile picture for your contact was a photo of you with his old jersey, sleeping in his old bed that his brother had taken.

the next two years had you learning to live with the fact that, for your misfortune, you were very much in love with itoshi sae. you had always thought about him constantly, but it was different now —because when you were told a story that you wanted to share with him, you knew it was because you liked him. when you listened to a song that reminded you of him, you later realized it was about love. when you were feeling down or stressed because of the increasingly approaching date of university entrance exams, the only thought that comforted you was having him close to you, hugging you —and on days when your mind felt too bold, kissing you too.

but sae wasn’t there, not physically, at least. so you would settle for missing him, and talking with his brother about all the plans you three would make once he returned.

until he actually returned.

he didn’t tell anyone —not you, not his brother, not the few more friends he had before moving to spain and losing touch them. only his parents and his manager knew, since his stay was supposed to be short to adjust some legal paperwork.

you weren’t really sure why he hadn’t told you beforehand that he was coming back, and it would have made you very sad if id hadn’t made you so angry. 

because rin had the bad luck of meeting him first. 

the youngest itoshi called you that night, almost crying, his voice altered and choked as if he were ripping his chest apart while telling you about his encounter with his brother. “he broke our dream” he told you, practically sobbing over the phone “he said- he said he didn’t need me in his life anymore. he said…”

even though you knew rin wouldn’t lie to you, and it was too mean to be a prank, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him at first. sae wasn’t the most sensitive guy, definitely, but he wasn’t cruel. and, right after football, the most important things in his life where his little brother and you. 

or that's what you thought, because when you went to his house after learning that he would stay longer than he had planned, he didn’t even look the same. 

of course he had grown up —four years had passed, he was soon to be eighteen, and the exhaustive training had changed even his features. he was now taller, his gaze sharper, his whole body more toned. the short bangs he would always have falling over his forehead were now styled backwards, and his eyes had become a deeper shade of teal.

you would have gotten dizzy from how attractive he was now if it weren’t for something in his expression that threw you off. sae had never been overly smiley, but there was a hint of something —sadness, bitterness, or maybe disappointment—, that made him look like he had never smiled in his life at all.

“yn, hi.”

those were the first words that left his mouth after seeing you for the first time in four long years. not i missed you, or i’m really happy to see you. not even a good morning, how are you?, just a short and dry hi that got you even angrier than you already were.

at first, you tried not to lose your nerves. you were there for an explanation, yes, and to ask about his behavior with rin. you had waited a bit more than a week before going to visit sae after rin told you he had come back, since you were still upset with him for not telling you personally —but you couldn’t help but explode when he talked to you so nonchalantly after you blamed him for rin’s recently emotional breakdown. 

it felt as if his argument with his brother wasn’t important at all. as if he didn’t think he should have let you know he was coming. as if you —you who had been his best friend his whole life, you who had been in love with him for the last two years— didn’t matter at all.

after you left his house, hands shaking, throat raspy and eyes red from crying so much and so loudly, you could only think that, at least, you were grateful rin wasn’t there —he had gone to that blue lock project he’d told you about a few days ago—. you were so frustrated with sae’s indifferent behavior and somehow cruel answers that you had shouted at him, only to end up sobbing and babbling words just like rin used to when he was younger, dreaming in the bed beneath both of you. 

you didn’t get anything clear after that argument, only the shame of walking back to your house with your makeup smudged —the one you had put on for him to notice, in case he could see you had grown up too, and weren’t anymore the kid you used to be; or in case he had, at least once, thought about you the same way you had thought of him for the last two years. 

that, and the uncomfortable ringing in your ears that sounded just like a heart cracking slowly and painfully after the loss of a best friend, and a first love.

masterlist. part two.

pls lmk what u think in the comments, reblogging, through messages, asks or wtv!! feedback is important to me in these first posts and i'd appreciate it a lot 🤲🏼

﹫luvseisagi, april 2025.

[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER | PART 2

AN OBX SMAU

synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought. after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?

pairing: exbf!jj x kook!reader; rafe x kook!reader

cw: guys, it’s a slasher story so gore & angst (troubled family relationships, violence, breakups, etc.) comes without saying. if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read, i totally understand.

a/n: we're just going to pretend i posted this on may 23, ok? ok. because life update that absolutely nobody asked for at the end which is lwk a crash out (you don't have to read it lmao; it's not important lol) psa that english isn't my first language y'all so bear with me and i may or may not have proofread... i also queued this earlier so i am not posting in real time if that makes sense

anywayyyy, that's not important atm so drum rolls please!!!

PART TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHO CHEERED? please bear with me, i was going THROUGH IT YALL BUT IM OK NOW (?)

I REALLY HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I CANNOT BELIEVE that even one person is reading this let alone a HUNDRED OF YOU? AND BEING ASKED TO GET TAGGED???? i feel so cool. alright, i need to calm down, i'm an adult

i'm kinda making it up as i go so i guess incoherences might be here and there lol but...

we're so back

may 23, 2025

“ladies and gentlemen, this is the final boarding call for flight a1 234 with service from charleston to kildare. we are now inviting all remaining passengers to proceed to the gate for immediate boarding. please have your boarding passes and identification ready. once again, this is the final call for flight a1 234 to kildare. thank you for flying with us, and we wish you a pleasant journey.”

you took out your wired earphones with a sigh, before gathering your bags and heading towards the counter.

after waiting in line for 10 minutes and boarding the plane, you took your seat in first class. the flight attendant offered you a drink and a snack and you settled for a coke with pretzels.

the flight was supposed to take off at 9 but, of course, it was delayed, finally leaving at around 9:30. you put your earphones on again before leaning back on your seat and took a nap for the rest of the flight.

turbulence woke you up with a panic. your palms began sweating, before sitting up and glancing around with wide eyes.

an appeasing voice tore through the panicked whispers, “all passengers must remain in their seats as we land. these turbulences are normal, so please remain calm.”

easy for you to say.

cold sweat made your shirt stick to your back while you gripped the seat until you heard the pilot say that you had arrived at kildare safely.

thank god.

after wiping the sweat off your forehead, you took a deep breath before turning off the airplane mode on your phone.

you sighed when you saw your mother’s messages, re-reading yesterday’s conversation with a frown. this summer was going to be unbearable. and you didn’t even want to get started about the whispers and rumors that were bound to seep their way into your life.

but what definitely freaked you out the most was that message you had received from ‘unknown’ because this was not pretty little liars. you didn’t know what to do because for one, what were you supposed to say?

call the police and be like, “hey, me and my friends accidentally killed someone a year ago, and we got rid of the body. now someone is harassing me and sending me news articles that could possibly be linked with what we did. please, i need protection.”

be so fucking for real.

the passengers began to evacuate the plane, so you were at the airport for another tedious 15 minutes until you called your mother.

“hello?” your mother’s stern voice came through the line.

“hey, mom. i’m out front by the taxis.”

“alright, i’ll be right there.”

you hung up and put your phone away, pulling your suitcase along until you reached the curb where people were being dropped off and picked up. you suddenly saw a familiar blonde head, but before you could duck out of sight you made eye-contact with a girl you had once been as close as sisters.

sarah’s face turned shocked to overcome with uncertainty before it turned into something like regret and a bittersweet smile. she rushed over and threw her arms around you before you could process the whole situation. the scent of sunshine and salt air along with tropical fruits enveloped your senses. only sarah cameron could smell like sunshine and beaches, but there truly wasn’t another way to describe her.

you broke the hug first, only for her to set her hands on your arms with a small smile.

“it’s been so long since we last saw each other! i can’t believe it, i didn’t know you were coming back.” her warm brown eyes searched your face for answers, but you had long since learned how to not put your feelings on display. to anybody else you looked bored but inside? your mind was filled with racing thoughts and ways to escape the uncomfortable situation.

“yeah, i just finished my first year at unc.”

she let go of your arms and palmed her forehead, “of course! how was it?”

you grimaced, “not my finest moment but,” you shrugged. “at least that’s over with.”

sarah gave you a sympathetic smile before you heard her name being called out. you saw ward calling for her, the rest of her family probably already inside.

“i’ve gotta go, but it was really nice to see you. don’t be a stranger, ok?” she kissed your cheek goodbye and ran to the car before getting in.

a honk brought you out of your daze and you turned to see your mother’s red mustang making its way around the curb. with a sigh, you dragged your suitcase along and put it into the trunk before getting in the front alongside your mother.

your mother was wearing oversized sunglasses that she didn’t even bother to remove. she only gave you a tight smile and a quiet how are you?

“i’m ok, just tired from getting up early. and you?” your tone wasn’t exactly cold nor warm in an attempt to avoid an outburst from your mother.

once she was on the main road, she revved the engine until she was driving 60 miles per hour. “i am well, just worried about you, but i know that now is not the time to discuss this. which reminds me, we are going to have dinner with your grandparent’s monday night at ocean manor. we could go to pick out some clothes in the morning and grab lunch if you’d like.”

your heart squeezed at her words. you knew it was her way of extending an olive branch and if you fucked this up, this summer would be hell.

you plop down on your bed with a sigh, not even bothering to take off your shoes. instead, you kicked them off before turning to your side and looking out the window. from your room you could see the beach and tiny people riding the waves like dolls with their surfboard toys. as a kid you remembered thinking how bad you wanted to be like the cool kids of figure 8 and when you met sarah, well, your dream life had come true.

you remember your first day at kildare academy and how much of a movie-like scene it had been for you, having moved from your hometown at thirteen and being absolutely wrecked at leaving your friends behind. you’d made sure to enter the classroom just when class was about to begin so you could avoid the awkward gawking of the other students when they see a new, unidentified human. the thing about kildare was this: you were either a kook or a pogue but of course there were rankings among the kooks. kook royalty. which you learned the hard way. to them, by being a newcomer you were slightly above a pogue but not enough to be a full on kook. so, when you were assigned to kiara carrera as your lab partner for the rest of the school year, you hadn't realized that your social death sentence had been signed. everyone around you had snickered (apparently they knew something you didn't), a group of the prettiest girls you’d ever seen staring at you with a mix of curiosity and malice. you could tell the blonde girl with the caramel brown eyes with a fresh manicure, perfect hair and makeup along with an iron pressed uniform was the leader, the other two girls looking very much like karen smith and gretchen wieners.

kiara on the other hand… let’s just say she was, well, different. she had a pair of dirty converses, her uniform looked clean but not like she’d tried to make it presentable, chipped blue nails along with chunky bracelets and beachy jewelry. her hair had the prettiest curls you’d ever seen, two small braids framing her face which was adorned with a smile that made you feel like she knew something you didn’t.

seriously, everyone around here was incredibly good looking. did they put something in the water? it was hardly fair.

she peered over her shoulder your gaze landing on the group of girls that had caught your attention earlier, “i see you’ve met the plastics of figure 8.”

oh so it was obvious.

you let out a snort but caught yourself when the teacher looked at you with raised eyebrows. kiara was chuckling next to you, “seriously, on wednesdays they wear pink.” you giggled and for the first time since you arrived, you felt less lonely.

“so, what’s the deal with regina george?” your voice held a mocking tone, and you saw kiara’s eyes light up at your remark. soon after you became great friends and practically inseparable. you shared a lot with her, particularly feeling out of place when you didn’t belong to either side of the island. you could be considered a kook by wealth but not by their societal standards, which also summed kiara up perfectly. with her pogue father and kook mother she faced discrimination by her peers, but more so because of who she decided to spend her free time with and call her friends.

a certain blond came to mind, your heart sinking to your stomach and you sensed a crash out near the corner. your phone buzzed, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

your phone fell to the floor with a clatter when you clicked on the cursed link.

body found by local fishermen. you weren't even able to read the rest of the artcile, a cold shiver running down your spine before panic began to set in.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

FUCK

you ran to your bathroom, barely making it to the toilet on time, all the remnants of your previous meal purged out of your body. if only you could expel your sins the same way you wouldn’t be so repulsed every time you looked at yourself in the mirror.

you finally got up when your phone began buzzing frantically from your room. holding yourself up against the wall, the edges of your vision turned a little blurry, shallow breaths ripping through your chest until you fell to your knees near your bed. gripping the edge, you managed to turn and sit with your back against the bed before reaching out for your phone.

great. now i have to see everyone at the goddamn club with their hypocritical questions filled with fake concern and kindness. i’m sure my mother has taken upon herself to uphold the image of her perfect daughter.

and to think that you were once one of them.

exactly. were. because they weren’t murderers like you.

you squeezed your eyes shut, covered your ears, and began rocking back and forth in an attempt to quiet down your racing thoughts, but they only got louder, until it felt like a thousand people were yelling at you, “murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer!”

would we like to see rafe in the next one ;lkdsfakjsdflka

he was supposed to kind of pop in, but @inthelibrarybtw told me that it was shit and i was like, just say you hate me. THAT'S NOT TRUE SHE WAS A SWEETHEART ILY BABY IM JOKING <33 THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME

no but i fixed it because what i had written WAS confusing. i forget you all can't read my mind THANK GOD. i don't know why i say that like it's a bad thing LMAOOOO

but idk how i feel about the kook academy part but my mind is so random sometimes that i relive memories in the most incoherent ways so that may show up in the way i write/protray the reader. i need to learn how to be more objective lol but BEAR WITH ME. this may or may not be a self insert 🫦

also THE VOICES LMAOOOOO

i've never heard voices that i know of because if i am crazy then i wouldn't know if everyone around me is a hallucination and this is all made up in my mind and i've concocted every single piece of my life in my head. but then i also remember my life wouldn't be this fucked up if i was making it up and i also am not creative enough to create this world in my brain. jesus fucking christ somebody shut me tf up.

*accepting rafe cameron applications to fuck me stupid.

WHAT? WHO SAID THAT?

anywayyyyy

my beautiful stars: @countryclubwhore (ily <3) @onlyangel-444 (one of the prettiest usernames i've seen) @papercranesandinkstains (my soulmate i fear) @inthelibrarybtw (loml fr) @cokewithcameron (angel) @jaes-last-words (<33) @rafesbabygirlx (in awe with your mind) @ethanthequeefqueen (laughed so hard at your username btw LMAOO) @7-deadly-cats-main (im obsessed with you; am also patiently (key word) awaiting on that rafe dream scene in kms 🫦 NOT ME HARASSING YOU LMAOO IM SORRY ILY) @ewwwitsel (sweet angel) @rockkybbys (i tagged u cuz you asked for another part but lemme know if you prefer not to be <333)

if you wanna be added let me knowww <333

i am also not over the fact that people actually like this, i know i've said this multiple times and i sound incredibly obnoxious but it's still true. i love each and every single one of you and don't be shy to talk to me PLEASEE i promise im a nonchalant, chill, cool girl (...) i might take a bit to respond because i read it and i think i answered in my head or i haven't seen it or genuinely forget or know it's there but because i have no concept of time i realize weeks have passed when i go to answer💀💀 BUT I AM HERE

unsolicited life update: i am ghosting all of my friends (which is really shitty i KNOW) and i'm not proud of it, i just get overwhelmed with so many texts that i procrastinate and then i end up going missing for weeks sometimes even a month soo DO NOT BE LIKE ME!!!! that is one of my biggest flaws and i really really need to do better because they don't deserve that at ALL; if it were the other way around i wouldn't put up with my ass. which i don't cuz like i would leave me if i could because it is EXHAUSTING. like omg, girl it's not that deep but wtv and lwk had a mini meltdown these past couple of days and may or may not have crashed out hehehehe

i will only say that i wish it had been for an interesting reason but no!! my brain just takes these executive decisions on its own because we're a bitch and she's the boss of me unfortunately :)

i also started this internship (?) for school credits at my local public defender's office and let's just say that i am beyond confused 95% of the time and i will complete my 1st week here tmrw. (yes i am supposed to be working as i write this, but shhh) i need to lock the fuck in.

xoxo,

gossip girl

how i felt after saying that (i've never touched a cigar/cigarette in my life) that's also the love of my life because this man awakened something in me at the ripe age of 13. what? who said that?