#this was so much fun to write omg

[deepspacenova]

Under Pressure

running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react.

➻➻ ABOUT | 1700 words. sylus x gn!reader.

➻➻ TAGS | banter. tension. jealousy. possessive sylus.

NOTE: Written for this round robin/challenge by the lovely @jinwoosbabyboo -- it's open for anyone, by the way, so consider yourself tagged if you're interested! (:

The smell of antiseptic mingled with the earthy scent of Vagrant's Land while the pop-up clinic buzzed with organized chaos. Patients with various illnesses and injuries stood around waiting for the moment they'd be called back and have their ailments treated or cured.

The welcome tent’s fabric flapped in the soft breeze as you let the nurse manning the check-ins know why you were there. When you were shown inside, you noticed the open space had been outfitted with portable medical equipment to create a busy hive of treatment cubicles and testing areas.

You glanced around the crowded space until you found him. Taller than most of the room, intent on his work, and confidently in his element, Dr. Zayne scribbled onto the clipboard a nurse was holding toward him. Finishing his last marking, he looked up, cool hazel eyes thawing ever-so-slightly and dented with a happy crinkle as he straightened and dismissed your escort.

"Right on time," he murmured, grabbing two latex gloves, a yellow file folder, and his medical bag.

"Miracles can happen when you least expect them," you teased with a grin.

Zayne started to usher you toward a makeshift examination corner since all the cubicle curtains were closed. "Medical miracles, maybe," he quipped. "But you being on time? That’s a phenomenon even science can’t explain."

You laughed softly, sitting down as he gestured to a folding chair and rested his medical bag on the wobbly table next to him. "Careful, Dr. Zayne, your bedside manner is slipping."

With an amused shake of his head, he reassured, "This shouldn't take long. Just a quick exam, same as always."

You nodded, rolling up your sleeve as he pressed his cool fingers to the inside of your wrist and got started. His touch was warm but impersonal, his attention fixed on his readings. He moved methodically, pressing the tips of his fingers over your heart and chest.

Though the process was clinical, you couldn't help but study Zayne with fondness — the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the way his nostrils flared when a loud noise interrupted him, the way his breath became a tickle on your cheek when he leaned in to adjust his stethoscope.

That was the moment you heard his voice.

“Don't tell me you're afraid now,” Sylus demanded from the clinic's entrance, making nurses and bystanders alike stand to attention, as if they couldn't help but wait for his next directive. “I could put you two into far worse situations.”

Two hooded boys in medical masks shuffled in behind him, the defiant puff of their chests doing little to hide their apprehension. At Sylus' words Luke scowled but didn’t argue while Kieran kept glancing toward the exit like a cornered animal. Giving them a pointed look toward the nurse they were supposed to follow, he took a few steps forward before his eyes landed on you.

The vision of the leader of Onychinus halting in place with a satisfied smirk spreading across his face was unnerving enough to straighten every spine in the vicinity. But he barely noticed as he waved off the boys and made his way toward you.

Then his eyes flicked to the person next to you. To the stern yet striking man whose face was so close to yours he was practically stealing your fucking air from you.

Jaw tightening — the only outward sign of his discomfiture—Sylus strode toward you with deliberate, measured steps, his posture casual but predatory.

A fluttering of wings had taken flight in your stomach as soon as you'd heard Sylus' gravelly voice, but for the sake of Zayne's time and not raising any eyebrows in the semi-public setting, you'd resolved to find Sylus after your check-up. Unfortunately for you, Sylus never much cared about the concept of discretion when it came to you.

Stopping behind you, he placed the edge of his palm on your shoulders, spreading his fingers across your chest in a rather over-the-top display of possessiveness.

Doctor Zayne hadn't even looked up at the interruption and had moved on to digging for a tool in his medical bag when the hand-shaped barrier blocked his access to your heart.

“Well, isn’t this cozy?" Though the words were casual, his tone was wrapped in barbed wire.

"Sylus!" You said, hoping the breathlessness in your voice wasn't too noticeable. Looking up at his sharp features, which managed to be frustratingly beautiful even upside down, you smiled and moved his hands from your chest to your biceps, patting the tops of them twice. "I didn't know this is what you meant when you said you were taking care of some business with Luke and Kieran. Shouldn't you be with them?"

A low chuckle emerged from his throat, laced with both amusement and menace. "I was, sweetie. That is, until someone else piqued my... curiosity." His hands slid slowly down to the crooks of your elbows and then disappeared. Suddenly, the chair next to you was occupied with your boyfriend's imposing form, eyes boring into Zayne's unflappable figure. "I didn't realize doctors from Linkon City made special appointments when they visited Vagrant's Land."

“I volunteer here once a month,” Zayne said matter-of-factly. He didn’t look up as he re-focused on his examination of you, ignoring Sylus' eyes — one, a muted scarlet, the other an angry vermillion — trained on every movement. “It’s a good way to reach those who can’t make it to a hospital.”

Sylus’s gaze darkened, his lips curving into a tight smile. “How noble of you. I see you're very—” His eyes lingered on Zayne’s hand, still resting against your chest. “—thorough with your patients.”

"Sylus," you cut in quickly. "Have you met my childhood friend, Zayne? We recently reconnected when he became my doctor."

But Sylus' attention didn't move from Zayne.

“Any good doctor is thorough,” Zayne replied, turning to jot down notes into your file. His voice was calm, almost bored, as if Sylus’s presence barely registered. “If something's off, it's important to work on her as soon as possible."

“I’ll bet it is,” Sylus muttered under his breath, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat.

Recognizing the simmering menace in his tone, you jam your elbow into Sylus' narrowing your eyes in a silent warning. Your string of bad luck continued however, when, after he placed a dramatic hand over his elbow, Sylus went back to watching your childhood friend with the kind of intensity that made most people fear for their lives.

Zayne, of course, was not most people.

“Do you mind?” Zayne asked, flicking a quick glance at Sylus through his lashes. “I’m trying to work.”

“Not at all,” Sylus replied smoothly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

Another tense few minutes pass, and the balloon of pressure in your chest expanded second by second as the tension between Sylus and Zayne crackled like static.

You were caught between irritation with Sylus for his uncharacteristically territorial behavior or shock with Zayne, who was acting more aloof than usual, almost like he was... purposefully fueling Sylus' ire.

“So, Sylus,” you said brightly, trying again to diffuse the situation. “Why'd you bring Luke and Kieran here?”

“Do they seem like the guys who'd show up to update their vaccines if I didn't drag them myself?” he shot back with a smirk, jerking his head toward the cubicle Luke and Kieran were in.

“That’s admirable,” Zayne remarked, his tone neutral. “More people should take an interest in the well-being of others.”

“That's me, a real caretaker," Sylus drawled, eyes narrowed. And just like that, any hope for the peace you'd been building toward popped like a bubble. "Though I can't say I'm as hands-on as you, doctor. At least... not in public."

"A shame." Zayne raised an eyebrow, his expression faintly amused. “Hands-on can be very effective when done correctly.”

The implication hung in the air, subtle but deliberate. You groaned internally, feeling like a rope in an increasingly taut tug-of-war.

“Alright, enough,” you snapped, looking down at them with your hands on your hips. “Sylus, this is just a check-up. Zayne, stop provoking.”

Both men fell silent, though the charged atmosphere lingered.

Sylus had the nerve to look almost... chagrined for the first time in his life, which alone worked wonders on your frustration — though from the way he stood and rested his hand on the back of your neck, it might've been more placating than chagrined.

Zayne, who also stood up, simply adjusted his glasses, his composure as unshaken as ever.

“I’m done here,” Zayne said, handing you a slip of paper. “I've updated the schedule according to your upcoming work trips. Other than that, you're fine.”

“Thank you, Zayne,” you smile warmly, stuffing the paper into your bag.

Zayne nodded, then turned to Sylus and held out his hand in a begrudging truce. “She’s in good health. You can relax.”

For a moment, you stared at Sylus' stoic expression and worried all hell would break loose in Vagrant's Land. Then, he linked his hand with Zayne's and gave it a firm, business-like shake, turned you around, and led you back to the entrance to wait for Luke and Kieran.

You couldn’t help but glance back at Zayne as you walked. He'd already moved onto his next patient, but caught your eye when you look around. And you could've sworn that Zayne, Doctor Zayne, your childhood friend, winked at you.

Once you were far enough to feel the afternoon breeze sweep over you, Sylus' gaze softened as he searched your face. “You feeling alright?” he asked, looking at the place where her aether core rested. His voice was quieter now, the edges of his tone no longer sounding so ruffled.

“I don't know. How should I feel after I've been pissed on by my boyfriend at my doctor's appointment?” Though you try to sound angry, it comes out as nothing but pure amusement.

At your smile, the tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and the corner of his lips curved. "Pissed on? I'd never do something so crass, kitten." He leaned down, his breath gliding over the crook of your neck like a feather, and rasped, "You know I'm more of a biter."

➻➻ MASTERLIST

[watchyourdigits]

Falloutober Day One:

War Never Changes

I'm a little late to the party, but here's what I've got for day number one of Falloutober! The main fic for these two is Danse-centric, so I thought it'd be a fun challenge to rewrite the opening scene from Frankie's perspective this time. Enjoy~

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mild sexual language, canon typical violence

Ship: Paldadin Danse x male Sole Survivor

"What's the plan here?"

Frankie rolled his eyes behind his gas mask, barely suppressing a groan. His newly acquired commanding officer had been, up until that very moment, the one calling the shots.

Why would Danse, an otherwise by-the-book kind of man, hand him the reins without warning? The question served as an obvious test; it wasn't as if this so-called 'Paladin' had been anything but wary of him thus far.

Now, facing down an unknown number of super mutants, he was suddenly leaving Frankie to figure out the best course of action.

He wouldn't know subtlety if it smacked him clean across his stupid, perfect face.

Frankie peered above the bushes they were squatting behind to get a better look at the camp. He did a quick visual scan of the place before pulling his head back down behind cover.

"I see three, but there's definitely more."

He tried to explain that his preferred method of sneak-attack wouldn't be as effective with super mutants as it would with human enemies, but the Paladin cut him off.

Typical.

Frankie tapped his fingers against his thigh impatiently as he was, once again, chastised for his manner of dress.

"You'd see better if you weren't wearing that ridiculous thing."

That tone of his was enough to make Frankie grimace. Despite his disarming good looks, Danse was proving no different than the military officials he served before the whole world went to shit. Society was functionally nonexistent and all Danse could seem to think about was arbitrary uniform codes.

Maybe you should just, I dunno, show him your ugly fuckin' mug? Then he'd get it.

He knew that was never truly an option, but it was nonetheless entertaining to imagine Danse's reaction to the grand reveal that he'd been on the receiving end of an unsightly facial disfigurement.

Deathclaws and power armor... Bad combo. Should probably warn him about that...

Frankie opted to ignore him, a momentous exercise of restraint on his behalf, the likes of which the Paladin would probably never be able to appreciate.

"It's not my favorite idea, but how's about you provide covering fire and I'll go in guns blazing?" he said confidently.

"I suppose it's not the worst plan in the world," Danse replied, shrugging his hulking, metal-clad shoulders, drawing an unseen smirk from Frankie at the sight of it. "You point, I shoot."

It was all too obvious that Danse didn't think he'd succeed. Frankie wasn't one to take such a challenge lightly. Hell, if a deathclaw and the literal end of the world couldn't take him down, he was practically invincible, right?

Frankie gave a smug smile behind his mask, clapping Danse on the shoulder.

"Good man. I'll see you on the other side."

He gave a quick two-finger salute, knowing damn well it was sure to piss Danse off to no end since it wasn't the classic Brotherhood salute he'd been taught. Just before he slid down the side of the hill, he caught a glimpse of Danse's face as expression changed to that of a man questioning his life choices.

He sure is somethin'... Guess this shit ain't so different from how it used to be, though. Murderin' everythin' in sight, dealing with annoying military bullshit… Annoying commanding officers with big ole cow eyes. Tryin' not to think about how good said commanding officer would look on his knees…

Frankie shook his head, trying to reel himself back in. He could dwell on his perversions later. Right now, he had to prove he was all he claimed and then some.

God, if you can hear me, just know that I think you're a real sick sonuvabitch.

"Two-hundred years on ice and a fella still can't catch a fuckin' break," he mumbled to himself.

He loaded his shotgun as he approached the first mutie he saw guarding the entrance to the camp. He noticed Frankie far too late.

Before the lumbering abomination could open his mouth to alert the others in his company, a laser fired from the hillside hit him square in the chest. He stumbled a little and Frankie finished him off with two shots to the head, whistling low.

He's a phenomenal shot, I'll give him that. Good timing, too.

Frankie took great delight in the easy flow of the battle. The mutants were slow to react, giving him ample time to sort out his strategy as he went. He made his way through the camp, drawing out his enemies toward the chaos and systematically taking them down, ducking behind cover to reload as Danse provided covering fire from above.

When things finally settled and the last of the super mutants fell, he allowed himself a moment to relish in the silence that rang in his ears. Frankie pulled up his mask just enough to spit on the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The mask fell back into place as he reached the entrance of the camp, giving a thumbs up in Danse's general direction. The Paladin was down the hill and standing before him within seconds.

"Great work up there," Frankie commended. He understood better than most the value in having a trained set of eyes looking out. "Good to know you've got my back."

Danse began removing the helmet of his power armor. Frankie felt a tug in his gut, firmly aware of the way his jaw hung open like an idiot upon watching him run a hand through that thick, dark hair of his. His mind began to wander as Danse's mouth moved, Frankie only barely hearing the words he spoke.

"Same to you, soldier. It's been a while since I've seen potential like that."

Danse sounded genuine about it, too. For half a second, Frankie found himself delusional enough to believe that perhaps he was flirting. With a subordinate, no less.

Just keep it casual, for once in your goddamn life. No sudden advances.

"I told you I had military experience," Frankie replied jokingly, testing the waters. "Did you think I was lyin'?" he asked, leaning himself against one of the rotting wooden fences, paying no mind to the super mutant blood that now called it home.

"No. However, your secrecy leaves you with a lot to prove."

There it is. Damn… Audacious prick.

"Is that so?" Frankie drawled, huffing a little through his nose. "Remind me to tell Elder Maxson that he should give you a promotion."

Danse raised an eyebrow. Of course it was the one with the scar through it. Frankie felt heat traveling up his neck, choking him.

He wanted nothing more than to grab him by those stupid handles of his power armor, pull him down to his level, and-

"Why is that?" Danse asked curiously, cocking his head.

"Because I'll be the best damn thing that's happened to the Brotherhood yet," Frankie answered without missing a beat.

"That's a bold claim. I admire your ambition."

Danse sounded amused, much to Frankie's dismay.

He kept bringing the conversation to the brink of what could constitute flirting. It was maddening, especially as Frankie's body continued to relax, muscles melting under his skin as the adrenaline faded away.

"Bold? I've earned my ego, pal."

Frankie pushed off the fence and had to look away from Danse, growing increasingly concerned that his impulses might cause him to do something idiotic. Like give him a right hook. Or kiss him. Maybe both.

"Maybe one day you'll get it through that thick skull of yours..." Frankie continued bitterly, "I'm not your average wastelander."

He turned on his heel and stalked away into the camp to loot it for all it was worth. A good enough distraction as any, he figured.

The backhanded compliments, the unsolicited commentary on his attire, and the fact that Danse was the most delicious thing he'd laid his eyes on… Frankie knew he was in for a hell of a time working with the Brotherhood of Steel.

Despite all his tense irritation, there was the undeniable feeling of 'home' that came with working with Danse.

It was all so familiar, comforting in a sentimental way. And Frankie was a sentimental bastard, if there ever was one.

Yeah, nothin's changed a lick.

[delirim]

@survivoirs said: ' 1️⃣ for Morpheus '

A  rift  in  the  fabric  of  the  universe,  spurred  by  an  infant  need  for  splendor  and  elation  and  all  things  delightful.  Rolling,  emerald  hills  house  the  blossoms  of  joys  yet  undiscovered  by  man,  but  that  lie  perfectly,  happily  in  wait.  Felt  by  celestial  and  heavenly  bodies  in  plenty.

Were  it  not  for  Destiny,  she'd  have  no  place,  no  pages  to  exist  within.

Were  it  not  for  Death,  there'd  be  no  life  to  celebrate.  And  Dream,  no  reverie.  Destruction,  no  renewal.  She  is  the  natural  consequence  of  Desire  and  Despair;  the  want  that  brings  promise  of  satisfaction,  the  pain  a  reminder  of  what  exists  at  its  opposite  pole.  Without  Delight,  there  can  be  no  despairing.  Without  Delight,  why  the  need  to  desire?  To  yearn?  To  thirst,  or  feel  hunger?

Delight  of  the  Endless  makes  her  presence  known  not  with  an  excitable  bang,  but  a  simpler  gesture—  one  quite  beyond  her  control.  A  new  sigil  appears  in  the  gallery  of  each  Endless  before  her,  positioned  beside  Despair's  fishhook  ring.  A  blossom,  simple  in  form  but  magnificent  in  color.

Her  own  gallery  bares  the  same  seven  symbols.  Markers  of  siblings  she's  not  yet  had  the  pleasure  of  speaking  to,  but  who  she  feels  she  already  knows.  Yes,  intrinsically  she  knows  her  siblings.  Knows  them  as  naturally,  as  readily  as  she  knows  the  landscape  of  her  realm.

Even  so,  the  dark  shape  that  appears  in  her  domain  takes  her  by  mighty  surprise.  Like  ink  splotched  across  a  painting.  A  void  which  stretches  the  emerald  grass  thin  into  nothing.  And  at  first  she  wonders  if  her  newborn world  is  experiencing  its  first  hiccup,  but  realizes  soon  enough.

Her  brother.

Delight  appears  as  a  small,  frangible  thing  with  cropped  hair  and  a  diaphanous  dress  the  color  of  the  sky.  Her  feet  are  bare  and  her  eyes  are  wide,  inquisitive.

A  tree  makes  itself  a  convince  to  her,  and  she  hides  rather  unsuccessfully  behind  its  trunk  to  gawk  at  her  elder  sibling  in  hopes  that  he  might  not  yet  see  her...  He  does.  How  couldn't  he?  Her  fingers  are  pale  against  the  trunk,  and  her  head appears perfectly within view.

What a big, scary-looking thing.

[heyimkana]

S-Rank Hunter ❌

S-Rank Husband ✅

"S-so, umm..." The cashier begins awkwardly as she spreads a selection of pads on the counter. "We have reusable pads, regular pads, ultra-thin pads, maxi pads, overnight pads. These ones are scented, these are not. Oh, these ones are exceptionally soft, but they can be a bit expensive. And these ones..." Jinwoo stares blankly at the items, listening but not digesting her explanation. The introduction seems endless, and he’s losing it. “Why, uhh, why are there so many different types? Don't they have the same purpose?” “Why, yes, Sir, but every woman has their own preferences. Some may want to wear the scented ones to mask the natural odor of menstrual blood, while some people prefer to…” She begins rambling again, and his brain is turning into mush. "All right... Which one is the best?" “Like I said, Sir, it depends on what you need.” “Which one do you use?” “Eh?!” She blushes and he’s so out of it right now to notice that he just asked something terribly personal. “T-This one, Sir.” She pushes forward a pack of pads with quivering fingers, unable to meet his eyes. When she woke up this morning, she did not think the handsome S-Rank Hunter, Sung Jinwoo, would bless her eyes with his presence and ask her about her pads. “They’re made from cotton, so they’re more, umm, breathable.” “Okay,” he nods. “I’ll take that one.”

“Right. What size do you—I mean, uhh, your wife usually use?" He stops and stares. Of course, they come in different sizes, too.  Seeing his soul leaving his body, she suggests, “You might want to give her a call." "Give me a sec." With his head throbbing, Jinwoo closes his eyes, speaking telepathically. Beru. The shadow soldier's response is immediate. Yes, my liege. What pad size does my wife usually use? She usually uses the overnight pads that claim to be for 'heavy flow', my liege. Jinwoo opens his eyes, relaying the information to the cashier. "Uhh... Can you give me the overnight pads, please?" "With or without wings?" He stops and stares. Again. "O-one moment." Beru. With or without wings? She has mentioned that she prefers the ones with wings, my liege. "With wings, please." "Scented or unscented?" Fucking hell. He tosses his head back, refraining himself from swearing—or contemplating suicide. Beru. The scented ones can cause skin irritation, my liege, so I suggest— “Unscented, thanks.” Please, no more questions.

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[lewkwoodnco]

a week in the life of London's youngest agency head (insp.)

[specific-dreamer]

i love paul holden but don’t ask me anything about paul holden. every hc i have for him starts and ends with darry

the quote “Barbie has a great day every day, but Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.” but paul is literally ken

[multiheadcanons]

THIEVING ASS MERCS

scout: depending on who you like more, scout is the best crook on the team. and there is a difference. scout is talented in many ways of crime, particularly of the thieving ass hoe department. the same way he can put his ski mask on and load his gun and rob a place blind is the same way he can slip in and out of a crowd, digging hands in pockets is the same way he can be a vital and key member of a heist is the same way he’ll drug you at a bar, get you home safely and take every single thing you own in the process except the mattress and sheets he put you down on. scout truly can do it all in the world of crime. the only issue is scout’s mouthy. but his ultimate strategy of “don’t get caught” usually works out for him!

soldier: the worst. don’t ask this man to sneak, creep, snag, steal, or anything else that may require a volume level lower than four. he makes big noises and big movements. if you’re gonna put him in a heist, he is distraction. bait, even. but subtleties are indeed something soldier lacks in copious amounts. he takes things by force. he is more a robber who is armed and dangerous and attacks without warning than he is a slippery little thief. he’s good at hotwiring cars though. give him sixty seconds to cover his ass from police and he can rack up quite the tab and quite the list of charges.

pyro: the second worst. pyro is one of the most baffling criminals to exist. it’s like the joker but actually funny. nobody knows why pyro does the things they do or how they get away with it until you are relaxing in your room with an item you particularly covet and out of the corner of your eye you see a rubber glove reach for it. and you tell them no and it slinks away. then it tries again. and you say, sternly, “pyro, stop.” and it slinks away again. then it just strikes and snatches the item. and when you sit there, pondering whether or not attempting to engage pyro in what could potentially flare and become a volatile situation is worth the item, you realize exactly how pyro gets away with it. nobody wants to be burned to a crisp. and pyro has shown time and time again that there is genuinely no telling what measures they’re willing to take to get what they want.

demo: the third worst, but for a very specific reason. demo doesn’t steal things. demo asks to borrow them and then never gives it back. and that’s his biggest tell. if you have an item demo particularly wants, he will ask, beg, and urge you to allow him to use it. and demo, a man of general good faith and reliability, is generally allowed to borrow what he needs. because he does normally give it back! it’s when he’s insisting that he’s going to return it as soon as he’s done with it. once he gets to the third time of saying “i’m going to give this back”; if it’s already in his hands, you’re not getting that item back. so all of that to say, technically, yes he is a thief. but at least he’s nice enough to lie to you about it.

heavy: contrary to his staggering size, heavy is proficient in most tasks that require subtlety and sleight of hand. his biggest issue is heavy is an easy man to realize is gone. he’s better with a partner to distract while he slinks away. another man with a penchant of playing dumb, and a prominently trustworthy man on the team, most would never suspect him. and they don’t because they feel as though they would’ve… caught him, if he stole something, right? he’s just too large to miss. and heavy wouldn’t dirty his hands like that, right? these assumptions (along with pockets big enough to fit a human head into) allow heavy to fly under the radar when it comes to his thievery.

engineer: engineer has had his fair share of thievery, and he’s rung up quite the price tag in his youth. it’s not really something he has to do anymore, but the skill never left. a particularly talented pickpocket, it is always a good idea to pat yourself down when the texan “accidentally bumps you”. it’s an almost shameful practice he indulges in, and he’ll chuckle and return what he took with a charming smile. you’ll be so flattered you won’t notice your card is missing. so what, he’s privy to stealing a wallet here and there! he’s resolved himself to only stealing big ticket items when he’s in desperate need. he is almost never in desperate need anymore, so he gets an itch to snag a couple small things here and there. he wouldn’t call himself a kleptomaniac or anything, it’s just been one of his harder habits to break.

medic: medic is not a good thief because he’s technically not a thief. like demoman, our belemoman, the doctor will “ask to borrow” an item he’s particularly coveting. what sets them apart is while demo at least asks, the doctor will tell you what is going to happen. he’s going to try this on. he’s going to take this. he needs that item for a moment, you may get it back. note how much heavy lifting the word “may” is doing in that sentence. and he’s a blur with it. he’s in and out of the room in seconds, to the point you barely notice what’s occurring until he’s already gone with the item he wanted. then you have to go track him down. and if he’s really banking on keeping that item, he’s going to play dumb, but his stare is icy. he’s daring you to push the topic. and the doctor, a man of general bad faith and mediocre social reliability, is hard to take at his word. but most aren’t willing to push him more than he’s willing to push back.

sniper: a solid contender for third best, you won’t notice the thing is missing until you go to hunt for it. sniper is very proficient at picking targets, at formulating plans, and then executing them. he’s got an eye for victims and good quality items. and he’s quite successful in talking people out of their things. he can only do this if he’s not thinking about it. the moment he starts trying to actually use his brain most people see through what he’s doing. snipes is quite a personable guy. most people get along with the australian unless you’re on the wrong end of the rifle. he’s a trustworthy guy! so if he slips into your apartment while you’re gone because you happened to give him a key to house sit about five years back and you meet him at the wrong stage of his life… you might come back to some missing valuables and a broken window. and he will be right there to help you find the culprit! as soon as he’s done at the pawn shop. snipes doesn’t do this much anymore. but if he’s in tight straits he’s gonna do what he has to. sorry about it.

spy: depending on who you like more, spy is unarguably the best criminal on the team. and there is a difference. spy is a phenomenal criminal. but he’s more white collar crimes than he is truly a dirty handed crook. spy can embezzle with the best of them. spy hasn’t filed an honest day’s worth of taxes in his life. spy is collecting a minimum of five checks from five different countries and storing them in offshore accounts in different countries. the man is slick, and cold with it. and he has no mercy for the people who fall for it. get smarter. be better. and spy has never gone down for a single crime he’s ever committed. it’s almost sickening. people want to see him fry and they never will. he laughs about it to himself when he thinks he can be nasty without consequence.

[wallofchynax]

TRIPLE H X READER HEADCANONS (NSFW ALPHABET) (Requested)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+, Squirting, minor sub/dom stuff mentions, female!reader, PiV sex, gagging, size kink, manhandling, rough sex, oral sex (both genders), rimjobs and period sex

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I genuinely feel that Hunter would be pretty attentive after sex. Like I think no matter what you have been doing, he would make sure you're comfortable and get you anything you are needing. Depending on how sore you are, maybe run you a bath but is definately content with cuddling with you and making sure you know how loved and appreciated you are. idk. Hunter gives me major softie vibes. don't worry. he does have bite but in this instance...soft.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man just screams ass man to me and I DON'T KNOW WHY. Like, you walk past him in a nice pair of jeans or a tight fitting skirt and he is LOSING HIS MIND and is like, GREAT now I want to fuck you till you pass out. Don't get me wrong, he LOVES your boobs too but he is just weak for when your ass looks good. In terms of himself, probably his hands especially when he's grabbing onto you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Once again, Hunter gives pleasure dom vibes, and I cannot tell you where I get this vibe from but I think you would be well looked after with PLENTY of orgasms. He loves watching you orgasm, especially if he can get you to squirt and I promise you, he doesn't mind the mess at all. If you get embarassed about it, he finds it cute but he's quick to reassure you he doesn't mind

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hunter won't outright say it (although you will probably see it in his face) but he loves when you complain about him being too big or when you stuggle giving him a blowjob because of his size. He loves it when you gag on his cock or have to take a break from sucking him off because he's just so big. Or when you are trying so so hard for him and there's tears in your eyes when you are trying to deep throat him. It really does make his ego (and cock) swell and he has to stop and tell you how good you are for taking him so well.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

YES. Hunter is definately experienced. Come on, this answer is pretty simple especially since we are going for current Hunter but this man definately knows what he's doing. He lived through the excess of the Attitude Era and being part of Degeneration X. This man FUCKS and he will not let you forget this!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It depends very much on his mood. First of all, we have already went over that Hunter is an ass man so when allowed he WILL fuck you doggy style so he can get the best few of your ass (and smack it because he does that) and because of that he is also VERY partial to fucking you prone bone as well. However, sometimes he does want to look you in the face when you come so he will fuck you in a position that he can watch you cum in (rocking horse position, missionary etc) BUT there is the secret third option where he will pull you into his lap and get you to ride him so he can watch your face light up when you slide yourself down onto his cock and feel that stretch.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This is Hunter we are talking about. I think for the most part, he's usually pretty serious but he definately can be silly and goofy during sex. Sometimes he'll just joke about something while balls deep in you and it has you giggling. He has the ability to be playful with you. Sometimes sex is just unserious 'lazy sex before work' or 'we're too horny in the office so we're having sex on the desk with the door closed' and that's okay!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed for the most part. I mean, he seems in his old age to be a 'hair goes everywhere but my head' sort of guy but Hunter isn't gonna be a clean shaven guy but I don't think it would be like an absolute jungle. I think he would be groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think long gone are the days where sex doesn't mean anything. He's older now and he's looking for stability in his life. Not that sex can't be fun but I think long gone are the days of DX and excess. He loves you and will make sure you know how much he loves you. Even if he's being rough, he'll be telling you how fucking good you look and how lucky he is to be the only one who gets to see him like this and then after all is said and done and you are all fucked out and sore, he'll hold you against his chest, rubbing circles into your skin and kiss you while your falling asleep on his chest.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He'd much rather have the real deal but sometimes you are just too damn sexy for your own good. It really is your own fault if he's cursing under his breath, locking his office door and jerking off at the desk to any risque photos you have sent him over the phone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I have already eluded to a few. He definately likes to manhandle you and treat you roughly. Pleasure dom and all but he likes to pin you down, grab you hard enough to leave marks on your skin and just move you into positions that he wants you to be in. He knows that you can't stop him (you don't want to because you love it too) and that's part of the fun of it all. Size kink. He likes when he grabs you and sees how big his hands are compared to yours. He likes when your tight little pussy is struggling to fit him all (but you adore the stretch regardless) and as mentioned before, when you gag trying to take all of his cock in your mouth.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office. With his hand covering your mouth as he fucks you from behind with you bent over his desk to stop you from moaning too loudly (which is impossible because he's just so good at fucking you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you beg and whine for more. When you just can't help but roll your hips wanting more of him. Hunter goes wild when he sees just how needy you are.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't want to share you with anyone else. Threesomes and swinging is out the picture. He can't stand the thought of another man trying to fuck you. He'd probably deck them just for looking at you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I've already discussed blowjobs quite a lot but don't think that for a damn second he wouldn't eat you out anytime you asked him or wanted him to. This man would LIVE between your thighs if he could. Could eat pussy all day like a starving man. Loves the cute little sounds you make when you whimper and loves the taste of you. Man is even willing to eat your ass out too if you would let him. Probably slight preference to giving oral because of how much he likes seeing you in pleasure

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sheer strength alone he can be pretty impressive. He's capable of fucking you slowly and can do if the moment calls for a softer moment but honestly, the man likes to make you scream and cry out his name over and over again so he's most likely going to go rough and hard to get the reactions he wants from you. Although, if he's in a mean and teasing mood, he can go slowly to make you suffer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I think I've already brought this up before but he loves to fuck you in his office at least once a week so yeah, he's partial to a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I mean you don't get into basically being the head of a company WITHOUT taking risks. I think he's happy to do anything that you want to do as long as you are comfortable with it. I don't think he would push you into doing anything too wild but if exploring kinks and all that brings you closer together then it's worth it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Considering his age, his stamina is very impressive and could fuck you for multiple rounds if you are up for it. You'll definately get treated like a QUEEN too afterwards for taking him like the good girl you are!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

100% has toys purely to use on you because once again, he likes making you cum an ungodly amount of times. Definately isn't intimated by vibrators and sees them as tools into giving you the best time possible. I don't think they are used too often, just when things are needed switched up a little bit! definately would be the type to fuck you while making you hold a wand to you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves watching you beg for it when your desperate. When you are starting to reach your peak, Hunter would totally start to slow down and tease you UNTIL you are begging him and crying him to let you come. Calls you a good girl for giving him what he wants which is you being an absolute mess.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not overly loud. He's more grunty if anything. Growls in your ear or whispers in a low grunty way rather than loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Period sex doesn't bother him in the slightest. He really doesn't mind the mess either but if you are, he'll offer to have sex in the shower but yeah, it's not a turn off for him. In fact, he likes how extra sensitve you are and if it helps with your cramps, it's a major win for him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Did I mention he's big? Because Hunter is BIG. Like all the dick jokes DX did back in the day were not to compenstate. It was DEFINATELY all true. Your first time with him he really had to reign it in because you were struggling. Not only is he big, he's also quite thick as well. How he keeps it hidden away is an absolute mystery to both of you but you are NOT complaining in the slightest.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a medium sort of sex drive but is probably set off easily by you. Like, you don't even really need to be doing anything. You could just be walking past him in a nice outfit or leaning in extra close to him during a meeting or playing with his foot under the table. You have an ability to set him off over the littlest of things were he just has to deal with it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he knows you've settled and are okay, he falls asleep pretty quickly. He never directly says it but having you to cuddle into him is what makes him fall asleep so quickly (but you tease him and say it's because he's getting old.

[kidspawn]

Thoughts on Zutara?

Ah. Zutara.

I have to be honest, I need to tread on careful ground here because the last time I spoke on Katara shipping wars I got, essentially, drawn and quartered on live TV. In fact, I think the person who went after me wanted to send me into the 50th Quarter Quell Hunger Games to watch me die slowly, brutally, and in 4k.

Yeah, so I ship Zutara! I actually quite enjoy it thematically, and I can't put my finger on what draws me to it. In terms of just... chemistry onscreen - there's a genuine draw those two characters have to each other, and much like every other ship in the fandom it has an appeal to me when written well.

What made you ship it?

I think there was a buildup to it I always found very appealing? I can't think of a major "clicking" moment, because I made a very notable effort to stay out of ATLA ship wars so I just never engaged in Zutara content? Then, once again, 2020 I rewatched it and I went... "Oh. I get it now." And I think the biggest moment for me is in "The Southern Raiders." I find them most interesting when they bring good things out in each other - Zuko, for instance, really recognizing what Katara needed in that moment and how to give that to her, was what really sold it to me? I'm not too into the "oh my god he's like with the fire nation and she's water tribe oooooooooooh" but I do enjoy it for when they make an effort to connect due to their similar past experiences with the Fire Nation. I think, at its base, I really enjoy it from a thematic and a technical standpoint - it's a well-contructed and logical ship, and I think from a storytelling perspective its the most interesting and fitting for the story's themes.

(Also the Netflix adaptation marketing and the actors have fantastic chemistry.)

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I mean, I am confident enough to admit it's got an edge to it I adore in the early seasons? I love ships with nuance and intrigue, and I'll be the first to admit that scenes like the necklace scene in book one is... wow. Yeah. I didn't even know drawings could have that much chemistry. What the hell. It's interesting to me. I like that it works alongside Zuko's conflict to become good? Like, a majority of the Book Two ending angst involved him rejecting the lifeline Katara was giving him, creating a sense of betrayal and hurt.

AND THEN the journey to healing that is so beautifully crafted, oh my god. Much like I enjoy Sokka not really handling Zuko with kiddie gloves and joking around with him, I love Katara calling him out and countering him every step of the way. I find it fascinating, because Katara is so fiercely loyal and devoted to the people she loves of course it'd take a lot to heal that hurt. So, Zuko really had to do something valuable and noteworthy to regain her trust - and that arc is literal perfection, in my opinion. When she hugs him at the end of "The Southern Raiders" I genuinely get chills. They manage to go from "I hate you you are everything I have been told to hate and/or fear and you are the representation of all my past traumas" to standing side by side in a fight against the person who has the deepest hurt aimed at Zuko? Like, they work alongside one another to heal and fight their deepest childhood hurts? Like...? Damn?

(I am also perfectly content with them remaining platonic, and I see a lot of value in their platonic relationship. Because that's usually where the appeal of Avatar lies to me - in the found family dynamic. But I enjoy this ship for its narrative relevance.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I enjoy it more in-universe than I do outside. Because thematically its beautifully written. I don't dabble much in alternate universe writing, but the canon development is the most appealing aspect of it for me. God I cannot stress how, from a storytelling perspective, it is fundamentally gorgeous. The dynamics of it are built from the original cartoon's story beats, and I just think it adds that extra oomph. That KAPOW. That WHAM.

send me a ship

[ysaefinn]

satoru indulges ur degradation kink ONCE and suguru fucking kills him. (don’t worry he gets better)

Nsfw in tags!! Mdni plz ♡

TAJNK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU TUANK YOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!! HEAR THE TRUTH!!! SEE THE LIGHT!!!!! REMEMBER WHEN I SAID THIS THE TWENTY SECOND OF JUNE TWENTY TWENTY FIVE????

God i ADOOOOREEE THEM and while we're here...while they're both incredibly indulgent and are care takers are heart, its not the same thing, suguru is mama, satoru is cool uncle or older brother lol.

Suguru will say no if it goes against the strict set of morals he has specifically to make sure he treats you right, he ACTUALLY cannot imagine mistreating you EVER even if you verbally say "slap the fuck out of me" its not happening lmaoo

Satoru however,,, while he'd MUCH MUCH MUCH rather praise and take care of you, he's not as maternal and he doesn't a womb that tells him right from wrong lol, so if its something you REALLY really want, he'll oblige, he just doesn't overthink it that much lol.

You're gonna have to sneak around a lot behind suguru's back if you want to get what you want, its fun!!!!!! Bonding time with toru lol he's totally down to play this little game of hide and seek. Mama will find out tho...mama will, and there will be hell to pay for satoru lmaoo,, (scolding + silent treatment + sex ban TAT) you do no wrong ofc, YOU'RE THE VICTIM!!!!!!

[hoshiina]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

request: i wanted to request something of hyoga with a s/o that's reserved just like him, and that even though they were always together, everyone assumed that they were just close friends and nothing more. however it turns out they're married! and everyone is surprised by this; especially moz and homura who thought they knew hyoga to an extent at least lol

warnings: hyoga is very sweet, that's truly about it he's just insanely sweet.

wc: 1100

The two of you were deeply in love. You knew he loved you and he knew you loved him back— and that was enough for both of you. After all these years, there was of course still lots to talk about, but hardly a need to talk about anything. As long as you were together, you couldn’t ask for any more. You had originally met each other at the same dojo, so often people found you training together and naturally as you did things together, you were close to similar people.

The two of you did share a living space and sleep together so while originally you assumed people would catch on that you were a couple rather quickly, considering the lack of affection you display in public the two of you soon realized they probably thought you were just roommates. However, there wasn’t a true need to bring it up all of a sudden, not to mention it would be slightly awkward after all this time— so you figured you’d just wait until someone asked.

Now, behind closed doors he would kiss you first thing in the morning and you would tell him you loved him before you slept each night and there was no doubt that the two of you were terribly in love. And that was perfectly fine.

Yet, if there was one thing that saddened you from time to time, it would be the missing ring on your left hand. 

Hyoga wasn’t one to wear his ring often, all the way back from 3700 years ago, but you were. You had it on all the time— to the point where you could hardly get it off your finger. Although you loved that it showed you were his and he was yours, you truly just loved the way it made you feel safe. It was nothing extravagant, and you asked for it that way. You wanted something that you could keep on while training, that wouldn’t get in the way, so it was just a band with a small diamond engraved in it. To many it truly wasn’t much, but to you, it meant absolutely the world. To you, that little ring made you feel like Hyoga was with you wherever you went and in danger, he would come flying. You absolutely trusted he still would, but your hand did feel empty without the ring.

It was as if he read your mind. It was early in the morning when the two of you were taking a break while training alone. He carefully took off his gloves and took your left hand and the gentle touch made your heart flutter.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

He didn’t reply, but he took out a ring and slipped it right onto your ring finger. It was just a band, no diamond, no gem. Just a band that was exactly the size of your left-hand ring finger.

“Sorry it’s nothing more,” Hyoga said softly, then laughed a little. The look on his face was soft and gentle, one that he would only show you. “Perhaps this is worse than it was without.”

You were in love with him, you had always been and yet you had fallen all over again. He was the one for you and he will always be.

“No, I absolutely adore it!” you said, immediately pulling your hand back just in case he took it away. He chuckled again and you slowly brought your hand back out to look at it on your hand. You loved it so much you couldn’t have the words to express it. The largest diamond in the world couldn’t possibly compare to this simple hoop of metal on your ring finger. “How… did you?”

“I asked Senkuu and Kaseki helped make it,” he said. “It was a slight hassle trying to get your ring size again.”

“When did you get it? While I was asleep?” you asked, absolutely impressed.

“Yes,” he said. “I was afraid to wake you up a couple of times. Also it didn’t help that you sleep on your side a lot.”

“Okay, but aren’t you going to tell?” Senkuu suddenly said.

“Tell what?” you asked, ignoring the fact that you didn’t know he was listening in.

“No.” Hyoga said firmly, purely out of embarrassment.

“He made the ring himself,” Senkuu said. “Late at night, after you were asleep, for multiple nights he was working on it.”

Your head spun back to look at him. “No way,” you said.

In all of your years of being married, you had not seen him look so flustered ever.

“He got it perfect in a few tries though. Considering the tools we have to work with that itself was an insane feat,” Senkuu said, and started walking away. “Okay, sorry to bother, I’ll leave you be.”

“I love you so much,” you said to Hyoga, looking directly into his eyes.

“It’s just a piece of metal really, so I thought it’d make me feel a little more part of it if I made it,” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“Why weren’t you going to tell me?” you asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” he said. “Also, it was just for my self-satisfaction… it doesn’t change the fact that it’s just a band.”

You didn’t even bother to reply because you knew that he knew you didn’t think that for a second. You knew that he knew that made you love the ring a million times more now. Perhaps that was why— perhaps he felt bad if that made you feel like you had to keep it on. How terribly silly— he could have found it on the ground some random day and you would still have it on for the rest of your life if he had given it to you.

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a kiss. “I’ll protect it with my life.”

“Please do not,” he said, returning the kiss. “It’s supposed to protect you.”

BONUS

From that moment on, you realized you did want people to know you were married to him after all. You were so insanely proud to have him as your husband, not to mention you didn’t need anyone else falling for him either. He was in love with you, he would spend nights making a ring for you— not anyone else.

So later that day when you were having a meal with Homura and Moz, you made sure to flaunt your brand new ring, surprising them both.

Hyoga stayed silent, but it was obvious he was your partner.

Today, it was absolutely obvious that the two of you were in love.

[merakiui]

going back to read your contractual fwb azul cause it’s my favourite fic ever and i have to wonder; what would azul do if you never used his wishes to your own advantage? like it was always small stuff, so you ended up having to get a new job (sex is banned and let’s pretend like theres some random cafe on sage island or something like that you’re picking up shifts. just not the monstro lounge) and the hours you work there give him less time. would he beg you to use his money? to take advantage of him? it feels like the terms he picked also come from a domestic standpoint of wanting to provide for you. and your new job is really getting in the way of that. rely on him and no one else >:(

(also i’d like to imagine you falling asleep sitting in his lap in his office chair sometime before the confession so he carries you back to his room and you spend the night. the next morning you wake up to him pulling away and in your extremely sleep deprived mind you get upset that he’s leaving. cue him promising he’ll be back—maybe a quick round just so he can get you to wish it and no it’s definitely not because he wants sleepy morning sex—and eventually he comes to wake you back up with flowers, tea (you know the one), and telling you you have a day off somehow.) thank you for listening to my tiny brain rambles

hiiiiiii this is just a question i forgot to add to my last ask that i submitted like 2 seconds ago.

how does your relationship with azul go now that you’re actually in one and not just fwb? like does he still spoil you with whatever you ask for in exchange for sex or just give it to you and sex happens whenever? (more than the average couple cause, cmon) he gave you the fish shoes even though you lost so it stands that he’d spoil the hell out of you whenever he can

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Hi hiiii!! :D omg contractual fwb tako..... I miss thinking about that fic. Peak Azul is him developing a relationship with darling via contractual means and slowly but surely the feelings shift (through dubious efforts hehehe). >:D that dynamic is just so *chef's kiss*!!!!!

Oooo if reader got a job!!! If not at the lounge, which is secretly what Azul hopes, then the place better pay good wages and the hours and work better be reasonable!! >:( he won't have his angelfish struggle. Maybe he'd even visit you during your shifts on occasion and make up some excuse like "I need to know what sort of competition the lounge has" blah blah blah etc etc even though it's quite clear he's checking up on you. T_T I like to think Azul wants you to take advantage of him because it's a deal in which you're both using the other for certain things, so wouldn't that make the most sense?? That's how the logic works in his give-and-take, equivalent-exchange brain.

Azul gets really particularly when it comes to giving gifts and he always seems to want a valid reason for the exchange (like in Glomas where he buys souvenirs for his dorm so that they can remember this good deed and know that they are technically indebted to him even though to Deuce and Epel it appears as though he's just being a kind Housewarden). But also,,, he's so iffy when it comes to accepting gifts himself and always seems to think there's some underlying reason behind it. ^^;; perhaps he'd just feel more comfortable if you were openly using him and this deal to your benefit just as he's doing the same with you. It's probably why he even makes the terms so domestic because, beneath all of the pompous showmanship and businessman flair, he genuinely wants to provide for you and make your life better and be your beloved. <3 but because he's Azul he can't just tell you that. >_<

AAAAA FALLING ASLEEP IN HIS OFFICE!!!!! OTL waking up in his bed all bleary-eyed and sleepy....... grabbing at his arm and begging him to stay,,, the sleepy morning sex... maybe it's the one moment he allows just some of his defenses to fall because most of yours are nonexistent in this moment. Having sex just to have sex without any thoughts about your contract..... of course he's still going to remind you later and insist you use one of your wishes/favors since you technically indulged him with sex, but then you wanted it, too. He's so fussy!!!! Please just ask him for something—anything! He isn't going to beg, but sometimes you really do make him contemplate it when you're so determined to not make use of him and his connections.

You're one of Azul's greatest weaknesses and if you know this then you can easily exploit this because this tako adores you. He is so utterly whipped. Whatever you want, you can have it. Spoiling you is one of his many love languages. He loves giving you gifts, especially when he knows they'll make you happy. Like those silly fish slippers. They are so dumb, but they make his angelfish smile and that's enough reason to purchase them for you. I think once you're in a real relationship the fwb contract is dissolved, but a lot of what you did during those two months still occurs into your relationship. Like the smoldering tension and the chemistry. The silly banter and smart quips. The attraction. And of course lots of love (real and potion-induced mwahaha) and sex. He railed you once in mer form and you better believe he'll do it again now that he's slowly finding the confidence to do so with you.

[seokminfilm]

something about you | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, romance, strangers to ???, mutual attraction (?), meet-cute (?), seokmin is kinda hot, reader is awkward, one or two curse words, he's hot and they're in love your honor

🪄 summary, you finally have a chance to meet the really hot jogger you keep seeing outside of your house. how? by spilling his orange smoothie all over him.

🪄 author's note, yes i'm trying out a new layout (we're entering 2025 soon!)... also this will be my last post before i go on hiatus!! i'm going on a 4-day cruise w my family as a christmas vacation of sorts, but i'll be back by monday <3 don't worry: i have some fics queued up for the days i'm gone!! love u lyr nation (and yes the orange smoothie in the pic was a paid actor)

As you make your way out to your mailbox, you can't help but bask in the sunlight and feel the heat on your skin. It's a nice summer day out today, and everything feels like it's going to go your way─

"Oh, shit!" A profanity comes from behind you, and seconds later, there's orange juice on the pavement of the sidewalk and dripping down your freshly washed hair. Groaning, you turn around at the culprit, ready to give them a handful of your opinion before you pause.

The hot jogger you had your eyes on the past month was behind you with a half-filled smoothie cup in his hand, the rest dripping down the front of his sheer black tank top as he locked eyes with you. A blush paints his cheeks as he realizes the situation, and you can't help but match it, knowing how you've talked and talked about meeting him forever and ever.

"Fuck, I'm─shit, I'm sorry." A string of curses falls from his lips, and you just nod, too focused on his dark eyes and plump, soft lips to even reply.

"No, no, no─uh," Your brain finally catches up with the conversation, and you just shrug, tucking your orange juice-covered hair behind your red ear. "It's my fault. Totally my fault."

It's quiet for a few seconds between the two of you again, and you stare at the now almost empty cup and the wet stain on the front of his top. The male is quiet save for the shuffling of his hand in his pocket to reach for his phone, and you clear your throat, making him stop dead in his tracks.

"You can come inside! I, um─I can clean you up and make you a new smoothie. To repay for the...mishap, I mean," You say quickly, and the male just nods, glancing down at his watch. "Yeah, sure. If you're okay with it."

You knew your house wasn't the cleanest, and your Pomeranian was probably somewhere tearing another one of your missing socks up, but this was your chance. This was your chance of finally meeting the man─the randomly hot jogger you had never met before until you spilled his smoothie all over him─of your dreams.

"Yeah, come on in!" With a cheery voice, you welcome the man into your house, watching him take off his shoes as he takes a quick look around. "Nice place. It's cute."

A blush spreads across your cheek, and you can't help but smile at his compliment. "Thanks! I try to make it mine more and more every day."

Wow, what a great response, you mentally facepalm, and the man takes off his hoodie and baseball cap, revealing a head of silky, dark brown hair. It falls perfectly in front of his eyes, revealing his strong eyebrows, dark brown eyes, and a pretty mole beside his sharp nose.

"I'm Seokmin─" Seokmin sticks out his hand to take yours, and you return the gesture, silently reveling in the softness of his skin. "Nice to meet you, even if this situation isn't exactly ideal." Seokmin laughs nervously, voice light and pretty as you laugh, giving him your name.

"Yeah, yeah. Again, I am really sorry about this─I didn't see you running behind me, and─" You rant, and Seokmin shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

"It wasn't you, it was me. I should have just stopped and walked around you."

A silence falls between you yet again, and the two of you hold each other's gaze, faces growing hot at the intimate stare. Seokmin's throat swallows quite loudly, and you clear your throat, looking down at the counter as you feign reading the magazine you retrieved from the mailbox.

"Well, I guess I'll try to replicate your smoothie. It probably won't be the best, but I'll give it a shot." You laugh nervously, and Seokmin just shakes his head, cologne wafting over to you as he smiles.

"It's okay, I promise. You don't even have to make me a new one, so─the fact that you're doing this of your own volition is enough." Seokmin's voice is sweet as he smiles at you gently, and your cheeks heat up, smiling as you nod.

"Okay, well─don't be surprised if this is the most disgusting thing you've ever tasted." You shrug, grabbing the oranges from your fridge as Seokmin just chuckles.

"I doubt it will be, but I'll try my aboslute hardest not to be surprised." Seokmin's smile makes your insides warm up, and he winks at you seconds later, causing you to smile at him even more as the two of you begin to talk.

As you begin to cut the fruits and Seokmin and you begin to chat, you both have a feeling that this mishap is going to turn into something more.

Maybe even be one of the best mishaps to happen to you both.

[silvergyus]

GIRL DAD YEONJUN IS A BIG YES LIKE OML I STALKED THROUGH YOUR HEADCANONS LIKE AN ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN i do not regret it its 7am and im melting from the fluffiness of it all

but what about the other members 👀

how would they be as a girldad and as a boydad? i’d love to see your take on it!

omg omg thank you so much anon🩷 we must be on opposite sides of the world lol

hehe I feel like I have differing opinions than the rest of moablr but please headcanon what you like!

txt as dads

⋆｡°✩ Yeonjun:

I obviously believe in girl dad!yeonjun supremacy (read more here and here) but I feel like he could also have an extremely cool son- think adult-size sunglasses too big for his lil face. a taste for fashion when his friends are wearing those horrendous neon Nike shorts. but yeonjun's daughter would be such a daddy's girl and he would be a girl dad first and foremost. yeonjun isn't as into video games as some of the other members so I feel like his son (or daughter) wouldn't be as into them as the kids of the other members either

rest of the members under the cut

⋆｡°✩ Soobin:

I believe in girl dad!soobin because 1.) it's the most adorable thing ever and 2.) I think it would be so funny

hear me out, we obviously saw him with the twins but he said he was super nervous going into that since he is only used to hanging out with his nephew. imagine soobin with two daughters having his first son and he thinks it's gonna be a breeze since "boys are easier" but boy, was he wrong. his cutie son is a lot to handle and it turns out raising a boy from birth is a *lot* different than being a leader

like every other moa, I can see soob having the most kids. he just seems like the type of guy to have kids hanging off of him. plays video games with his kids but is also very strict about them washing their face/brushing their teeth. reads to them a lot and gets sucked into the storybooks they read together even when it's something silly like the day the crayons quit (a favorite of mine when I was a student librarian hehe)

⋆｡°✩ Beomgyu:

BOY DAD!!! I know girl dad!beomgyu is so popular but I just feel in my heart that he is a boy dad!! picture him and his son in matching sunglasses and tshirts. those silly ones with like "the original" on his and "the remix" on his son's. would call the baby "beomgyu junior" the whole pregnancy but once the baby was born he would have a million lil nicknames for that kid.

I can specifically picture beomgyu getting one of the other members to both go out with their babies in carriers on their chests and they just wave to everyone they see with the babies' hands. like, use the babies' hands to wave instead of theirs

boy dad beomgyu who builds the best pillowforts and is the best at play fighting and buys the coolest nerf guns and foam swords. boy dad beomgyu who had a special relationship with his dad and carries those traditions on with his kids. boy dad beomgyu who plays guitar for his kids and they think he's the coolest dad ever

if he has a daughter, she totally roughhouses with the boys but she gets princess treatment when she sits on daddy's lap while he plays guitar, her tiny fingers resting on the wood so she can feel the vibrations of the music. her big eyes filled with such deep appreciation for the music.

⋆｡°✩ Taehyun:

hmmm, honestly I also feel boy dad but he has a science son :) his wide-eyed son with glow in the dark stars on his ceiling and an ant farm and he exclusively wears dinosaur tshirts. taehyun and him nerd out together all the time. his son loves the planetarium and the library and also is in all the school plays. plays minecraft with beomgyu's son and soobin's oldest daughter

however, I can also see tyun's kids playing a lot of soccer (I can see him with two boys, close in age). they both would be on the soccer team that he assistant coaches (thank you @https-yeonjun for that headcanon<3). they are both into soccer- just like their daddy- and the one is into a bunch of other sports so he's always off to practice somewhere with his grass-stained knees and toothy grin. the three of them would spend match days glued to the tv to watch their favorite team. he'd buy them all matching jerseys for their favorite team too, with each of their favorite players names on the back

also taehyun would absolutely get a cat for his kids and they would have a chore wheel for days on who feeds it/ cleans the litterbox

if tyun had a daughter she would have the highest standards as a grown-up like. not quite spoiled like yeonjun's daughter, but omg the absolute most princess treatment of all time. that girl would have all her oranges peeled and her juice poured in her favorite cup and her hair brushed and she would never walk because she'd want to be carried everywhere and her daddy is strong so he carries her. she totally wears the matching soccer jerseys with her brothers and daddy too like, c'mon. soccer jersey and tutu and she absolutely crushes the other team when she's on the field

⋆｡°✩ Hyuka:

I feel like hyuka girl dad??? I also feel like he has the second most kids behind soobin. his daughter is just like him, effortlessly good at playing musical instruments. she plays like 4 and the house is always full of music. he's really calm as a dad and he isn't super shook when his kids act up. really good at gentle parenting and loves to teach his kids through their shared interests.

his daughter's bed is absolutely full of plushies. she def collects them and names them and they have a special order they have to go in on her bed. she sleeps with them all every night and gives each one a kiss before she goes to sleep. he takes her to the store and is the biggest enabler of her collection. he says he isn't spoiling her, just gifting her as a fellow collector, but we know she's spoiled

you know how hyuka is a copy-and-paste of his dad? if he has a son it's 100% gonna be a carbon copy of him. like, that boy is a HUENING and everyone can tell. tallest kid in his grade and has the exact same laugh and nose and eye crinkles.

any hueningkids would absolutely LOVE pokemon though, just like their dad. and they would totally get a dog and name it eevee

[reverse1999fics]

humbly requesting a Forget Me Not x reader because I’ve been starving for Forget Me Not content ahhhhhhhhh! Maybe the reader is like a regular quest at the Walden and he’s grown fond of them or something!!

Ahh I loved this idea so much! I definitely had fun writing this!!

Forget Me Not x Gender-Neutral Reader

Such a shame

A beautiful specimen, they were. Often he would see them and think how much of a waste it would be for them to fall into the hands of the storm

Everyday, Mr. Forget Me Not would be blessed with light. A smile so bright, heaven looked dim. A laugh so enchanting, music was nothing compared to it. He'd never come to terms with the fact he was under this spell, a spell that was cast by some non-arcanist scum. He should think that, but he couldn't bring himself to be with such a mindset. They were wonderful, and it was the best part of his day, seeing them come in.

The familiar chime of a bell was loud in such a quiet place, the door was opened and someone very special was coming in for their usual. Forget Me Not smiles to himself, as he recognized the small 'tap tap tap's of their shoes.

With a deep breath, he braced himself for beauty as he turned around to face his customer. "Good evening Mx. (Y/N), it's a pleasure to see you." He smiled spreading his hands to lean on the countertop in front of him so he could lean forward and perhaps down a bit and get a good look at them.

"Mr. Forget Me Not, it's wonderful to see such a handsome face again." They smiled back, sitting down on one of the bar stools and setting their bag on the floor, entangling their legs with the straps.

Forget Me Not chuckled, a light dust of red leaving a barely visible residue on his pale cheeks. "You're too kind, it is you who is handsome. Beautiful in fact, it's not often I see someone stop by that could rival your looks." He said, leaning forward and leaning on his hand, watching as their face lit a bright red.

They brought their hand up to their face, covering their smile and they laughed lightly. "A charmer as always", their eyes closed and they brought their other hand up to help cover the big smile and rosey cheeks from the man in front of them.

"My dear, why must you always hide such a beautiful smile from me? It breaks my heart to think you're ashamed of it." Forget Me Not says, reaching out his hand and lightly grabbing one of theirs.

He grasped their skin, wishing he wasn't wearing his gloves so he could feel their skin on his own. Slowly, he leaned forward while bringing their hand closer, closing his eyes while kissing their knuckles ever so gently.

The action only made their face blush more, a more nervous laugh let out by them as they looked away.

"You're too much." They said, posture more tense than before. It wasn't a bad thing, their reaction, the two had the same interaction everyday.

'It would truly be a waste for them to be victim of the storm', Forget Me Not thought to himself. His actions were justified, he told himself. Watching in the midst of chaos as they, his dear light, fell under the actions of Manus Vindicate, the oozing mask covering their face and dripping onto their silk clothes and skin.

[its-hard-to-let-go-of-an-echo]

Day 1 of Nico di Angelo Appreciation Week! Today's prompt: Genderbend

Link to ao3: they're so pretty it hurts

Ships: Pre-dating Nico/Will, Piper/Jason, Piper & Jason & Nico

Things to note: slightest bit of internalised homophobia, coming out

Words: 1,655

You can also read it here under the cut!

Nico is Nicola, and Will is Willow btw :)

“Jason!” Nicola banged on the door panickedly, praying he was home. “I’m having a crisis!” She screamed dramatically, throwing the door open and running to flop on the bed and faceplant into the pillows to mask her squealing.

“Nicola, You okay?” Piper asked, head tilted, sitting cross-legged on the couch; she was leaned against Jason, who had a sheepish look on his face. They seemed to be playing a game of Uno, the cards laid out in front of them on a couch cushion.

“Sorry,” Jason mouthed, “didn’t know you’d visit.”

Oh gods . The ravenette sat up and dragged her hands down her face. “It’s okay, Jace, I’m just having a… moment, I suppose.” She soothed herself, dragging her thumb over her closed fist.

“Oh.” Jason’s eyes widened, and he coughed awkwardly, shuffling in place. The silence dragged on for a few long seconds, and Nicola weighed her options. She could let Piper leave and speak to Jason alone, but she might be able to help. Plus, Jason promised his friends were much more accepting than the people of the 1930s, surely she would understand. Hopefully. But what would happen if she didn’t? Would she make fun of her like Leo always did about the way she dressed? Her eyes pleaded with Jason’s, mentally asking him what she should do, but he remained still in place, vision fixed on the fraying rug in front of the couch like if he looked away, the cabin would be set on fire.

Before she could make her decision, Piper’s eyes flicked between the both of them and she stood abruptly. “Ok, you guys talk about whatever you need to.” She ruffled Jason’s hair. “I’ll be in my cabin if you need me.” She got to the door, doing a silly-looking salute while opening it when Nicola finally spoke up. Now or never.

“Piper! Wait. Sit back down.” No going back now. “I, uh don’t mind you knowing.” Nicola rubbed the back of her neck as Piper awkwardly returned to her seat. “It’s just... ugh. I just don’t even know where to start.”

Jason smiled empathetically, and he finally regained his calm “Want to play Uno with us while you explain?” He flashed her the deck and Nicola let out a relieved sigh.

“Okay, just don’t get mad when I beat you guys, I have like 70 years of practice.” she joked, walking over and hoping the fake confidence could grant her some real courage. Piper’s face twisted in confusion, but Nicola shrugged it off, sitting on the rug in front of them, “Doesn’t matter. I just… I think I like...” She looked away for a couple moments, cheeks flushing in anticipation while Jason shuffled the cards, glancing at her every few seconds like he knew what she was doing, but not if she would go through with it. Deep Breath. Black eyes met dark brown.

“I like Willow.” The words came out in a singular, rushed phrase. She looked towards the floor, hoping her messy bangs would hide her pink yet scared face.

Silence fell like a blanket over the three, Jason pausing his shuffling to gauge his girlfriend’s reaction.

Nicola knew she would be accepting; her mother was the goddess of love for Hades' sake! And she trusted what Jason said. It was just so hard saying those words out loud, especially after what happened with Cupid. And the extended quiet didn’t help at all. Panic coursed through her veins as she pulled at her shoulder-length hair, eyes tensed shut as she prepared for the humiliation. 

Instead, a warm hand found her shoulder, grounding her. Piper gave her shoulder a supportive squeeze. “I kind of already suspected. Thanks for telling me, Nicola. Must’ve taken guts.”

Nicola’s mouth flew open in shock. “What, how?”

Piper thought it over for a second, leaving Nicola’s mind to go crazy over all of the small things that might have given her away as a lesbian. Was it her hair being shorter than most campers? Was it how she never dressed femininely? Did Willow guess and tell everyone?

“It was just, sort of obvious I guess. At least to me.” Piper played with one of the small braids scattered throughout her hair. “You look at her like she hung the moon. Nobody told me anything.” She dropped her hair back onto her shoulder and shrugged casually, as if Nicola didn’t rip apart her whole being to find out what gave it away.

Jason spoke up, reassuring her. “Don’t worry, I haven’t told a soul. She’s just very attentive.” He placed his hand over his girlfriend’s and looked at her lovingly.

“Am I really that obvious?” Nicola asked, eyes wide. Piper nodded solemnly. “Oh my gods.” She facepalmed, panic shaking through her as she shuddered.

Piper reached down and patted her back, “People at camp are really accepting, hun. Plus, every time my siblings brought you two up, I discreetly changed the topic. Got your back, girl.”

“Thank you.”

Jason smiled fondly at the girls and resumed handing out the cards, counting under his breath until he reached seven. “Is that all you were panicking about?” He asked, sliding their piles towards them.

Nicola received her cards and fanned them out, planning her moves. “Sort of. She’s just. So pretty. It like, hurts.” She scrunched her eyes, and swiped a hand up her forehead. “I just don’t know what to do with myself.”

“How so?” Piper asked, placing down a yellow four. Jason picked up, skipping his turn.

Taking a second, Nicola looked down at her cards and settled on placing a green four. “The way she smiles. It freezes me in place. Her teeth aren’t perfect, but it makes me all warm and fuzzy.” Piper hummed in approval, placing her card, “And gods, her eyes. They’re so bright and blue, like the sky, and when she looks at me, I feel like I’m having a heart attack. And her freckles – and her lips!”

Jason put down a green nine and grinned at her. “You really love her, Neeks. I’m happy for you.”

“It can feel scary, huh. But still good, right?” Piper checked, straightening up the deck.

“Yeah,” Nicola’s eyes got all starry as she placed a green reverse card. Without warning, she jolted in place in place. “That’s not what I came in for!”

“Was it not?” Jason added his card to the pile.

“No! Well sort of. The way she’s been acting — it’s weird.” Piper set down a plus two and Nicola picked up the needed amount from the deck as she pondered for a bit longer. “I’ve noticed her almost looking me up and down when I’m not paying attention, and she’s been making up excuses to be around me, and touching me too. Like after she drags me to the Apollo table at breakfast and I eat a bite of food, she moves her leg to touch mine, and—” She started blushing aggressively and slapped her palm over her mouth.

“What?” Piper’s smile gave away her excitement, and her face perched on her hands as she abandoned her cards to the folds in the couch. Jason seemed to lean forward as well, curiosity taking over.

“She might have kissed me.” Piper’s jaw flew to the floor and Jason followed suit. “Well, she tried to, but I panicked! We were stocking bandages and talking, and she came closer, and I- I didn’t know what to do! I just ran!”

“Holy shit,” Piper swore, and although Nicola didn’t know her that well, she was aware that it took a lot to make the Piper McLean swear. She must be done for.

“I know, I know, I messed up! How can I fix it? She probably hates me right now!” Nicola almost wailed, her fate becoming evident as her eyes got teary.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out, I’m sure she doesn’t hate you,” Jason piped up, scooting down to the floor to be eye-level with her and discarding his Uno deck like all that mattered was making Nicola feel better. His hands were warm on her shoulders, and she felt herself take a deep breath.

Piper joined them on the floor. “Okay,” She nodded, gears turning in her head, “I think you need to go talk to her and-”

“But what do I say!?” Nicola’s hands flew to her roots, tugging on them like they were a lifeline. Jason’s hands squeezed tighter, grounding her into the now, and Piper reached up to grab her hands out of her hair. Piper's palms weren’t as warm as Jason’s, but they were soft as butter, and a great thing to grip onto.

Piper spoke slowly and clearly, like she was calming a cornered animal. Her words were warm with encouragement and maybe just a little charmspeak, but Nicola didn’t care in the slightest; it helped a sense of calm and certainty wash over her. “You’ll just tell the truth - say you panicked and didn’t know what to do, but that you do want her, because you do. I’m sure she’ll understand – Willow’s the sweetest person I know, and she knows you better than anyone. ”

“Yeah, you got this, Neeks. Willow obviously likes you more than anything and a little panic won’t change that.” Jason looked her in the eyes before letting go of her shoulders with a final squeeze. “You got this.”

“Are you sure?” They glanced at each other for a moment before nodding with an air of confidence that wafted towards Nicola, helping her regain her calm.

It was just what she needed. She looked between both of them and it was clear just how much they cared about her. She wasn’t used to that - confiding in people or having them actually care. She didn’t have much time to mull over that before Piper pulled her to her feet and gave her a tight hug.

“Go get your girl!”

What do we think?? I might make a sequel and/or prequel to this if you guys enjoyed it, because I love solangelo yuri and this was super fun to write!! Any ideas in what could be included in the sequel or prequel?

So happy to be apart of this writing challenge! Thanks @nicodiangeloappreciationweek

See y'all tomorrow for day 2!