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[digitald0rk]

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 2 ]

pairing — mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis — nerding out with your beloved bf :3

warnings — slightly suggestive and uh the usual pet names? he calls you his angel too <3 NOT PROOFREAD!! also mentions of dante sparda because the dmc anime is coming out 'm so excited!!!

w.c — 1.5 k.

a/n — THANK U SM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELL SJSHJEHSLSKD. love you all <3

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if you're into video games, he's going out of his way to learn all about your faves.

when it comes to fighter games, thinks he's soooo slick looking up combos and learning them, he's all like “heh :3 gonna sweep them off their feet” and then gets absolutely BODIED LMAO.

if you show him no mercy he'll eventually start to get frustrated, not at you obviously you're his precious angel <3

“i’m not sulking.” he says, while clearly sulking. he was supposed to impress you! why are you so good at this :(

if he doesn't get a single win he's gonna suffocate one of your plushies when you're out of sight, it keeps staring at him, is that little fella mocking him? oh it'll pay for that.

you look at him amusedly when you come back to see the very obvious dent on your plushie, caused by a certain someone's fist.

“mark.” your eyes dart between the deformed head of your plushie and your boyfriend, biting back a smile.

“yeah baby?” he's all :3 bats his eyelashes all pretty at you, acting like he didn't just beat the shit out of your plushie like BOY YOU'RE NOT SLY.

but he is pretty, so you'll spare him, for now, not in the game though :p

on the topic of video games, he's actually decent at competitive games :] he loves playing them with you but if you die in the middle of a match he gets unmotivated to finish it (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

unless someone was trying to rizz you up or something during the game then yeah, HE'S GOING TO WIN.

do not play dress to impress in front of this man, he gets awfully competitive about it.

“pretty sure even cecil can dress better than that.”

“baby i think that's an eight year old.”

“still, cecil has more drip.”

gets all smug when he wins, god forbid he's not in top three he's gonna go on a rant about how unfair the world is.

he'll always vote for your fits positively though! even though they might be…. questionable at times but he loves his baby :D

minecraft with your boyfriend is actually really fun! except he accidentally set the palace that you built on fire once and literally REFUSED to touch the game for weeks after that (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

will get sad if an animal dies :(

has names for all your dogs and cats, calls them your children.

“don't forget, we gotta feed our children babe.” he tells you, sipping on his milkshake.

and normally you'd smile and say something equally silly except for the fact that you two were currently hanging out with a couple of friends and that sentence certainly earned some looks.

“you two-”

“in minecraft!” you'd clarify, and cue the feigned annoyance filled groans and mutters of how you two are insufferable.

also one time he got so invested in building that he literally stayed up for ten hours, building the perfect wedding venue for you two!

asked [ forced ] everyone to make minecraft accounts and invited them all to your wedding in minecraft.

he kisses you in real life too when your characters “smooch” in the pixelated game.

he's gonna marry you for real one day, just you wait.

his irises turn into literal hearts when you pull up in a cosplay.

he would also love to cosplay with you!

bonus points if it's one of his favorite characters, his ass is NOT TAKING HIS HANDS OFF OF YOU LMAOOOOOO.

and if you two do end up getting freaky, like roleplaying as the characters then yeah rip bed.

matching literally anything! matching kirby socks? sure why the hell not. matching seance dog mugs? hell yeah! he's all for it!

and yes, you two have some nerdy matching pj set.

and matching underwear too :3 you jokingly bought them but he isn't playing around when he wears them seance dog boxers!

you both keep trying to recruit oliver in one of your favorite fandoms, although the little thraxan has other plans.

“guys no im not watching [ insert media name here ] !” “but oliverrr :(”

you're bother super annoying <3

sometimes mark will send you photos of oliver enjoying some piece of media you're into and act like a proud dad.

you two go to comic con together and get carried away, ending up with wayyy too much merch.

“mark, baby i love you but i don't think we need another signed poster.” you try reasoning with him, only to eat those words back the second he flashes you his sad puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, he really has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?

but you have him wrapped around your finger too, because when you look at him like that, asking him to take you to this signing event of your favorite foreign author, he wastes no time in picking you up and flying you wherever you want <3

no matter the time, he just wants to see his sweetheart happy :]

you two are insufferable with your references, sometimes people think you two are talking in some alien language.

rex hears mark on the phone, just who the hell is dante sparda? and why has mark mentioned this name like thirty thousand times in the past half an hour he's been on the phone with you?

as rex said, “you two match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public.”

“hey babe i got us these matching swords!” he smiles, all happy at four in the morning at your window like it's the most normal thing ever.

you squint a little before making out the sword's design, oh it's from your favorite game.

he doesn't protest in the slightest when you attack him with kisses, this is where he belongs.

he adores movie nights, you two cuddled up on his bed, watching something he loves? he's never been happier.

you two once had to stop making out because the plot got thicker, so you two locked in! even though your lips are swollen and shiny just like his from the shared passion a few minutes ago. he could care less about the next plot hole when you're right here, pressed up against him.

he can't stop staring at your lips, god you're addicting.

he snaps out of it when his favorite character dies though ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠) aw man.

building legos together! he gets all bashful when you praise him when he finishes a part of the main piece.

reward him with kisses and he'll melt.

he once tried making you pancakes, except he tried to draw one of your favorite characters with the pancake batter. and he's no artist, but he tried his best.

he's now on his 48458th attempt and it's looking like your favorite character….a little….. not really.

he'll just douse them in maple syrup, that makes everything better.

when you question the odd shaped pancakes in your sleepy dazed state, he ends up telling you the truth, embarrassed.

but when you kiss him oh so softly, your kiss far sweeter than any maple syrup, his nervousness melts off until all there's left is you.

you and only you.

you two take those extremely specific uquiz quizes together like "which xyz character would hate you the most" or "who do you kin from xyz"

if he doesn't get his fav when he takes a "which character are you from seance dog" quiz he'll be all :[

"this is rigged." he says, taking another one in hopes of getting his favorite character this time.

going to the sea and painting on the pebbles and rocks with him, he loves watching the sunlight reflect off of your hair, you look like an angel, his angel. and god your eyes-

“hey does this look like eric cartman?” you show him the paintwork on your rock, snapping him out of his lovesick trance.

“babe, why is he on ozempic?” that comment makes you two giggle.

he continues, “should've picked a bigger rock, my love.”

“i saved that one for you….. you know, if we were penguins i would you the shiniest, prettiest rock i could find, which is this one so….” you shift closer to him, placing the pretty rock onto his palm.

he presses a kiss to the side of your head, fiddling with the rock in his hand. “you're adorable.”

he presses a kiss to that same rock when he's away from you on a mission, it grounds him, knowing you're there, waiting for him.

when you two end up moving in together, unpacking things takes less time than decorating your shared room.

hanging posters with him, asking him if they're centred. putting your favorite figurines on the shelves along with your favorite comics, building your own safe haven. the whole room embodies you both so well, anyone who sets foot in this room would instantly be met with a bunch of your and his interests.

his dumbass <3 accidentally ends up leaving one of his figurines on the bed, so when you two are needily making out and grinding, excited that you two wouldn't have to be quiet or keep your voices down — straddling him and pushing him down on the bed, he lets out a small squeal of surprise.

you two stop, looking at each other all 0_0

“sorry, i think-” he starts, reaching behind his back to pull out the culprit of poking him in the back, and surely it was none other than his favorite seance dog figurine, the absurdity of it all is enough to make you chuckle, he laughs sheepishly with you. a little embarrassed that seance dog ruined the sexy atmosphere.

but when you put the figurine on the nightstand, turning it to face the wall, he realizes he's gonna have the best night of his life.

and oh boy was he right :3

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[izzih22]

Chapter 5: Yours Without Asking

Notes: another chapter for all of you!! I actually finished the whole series today!! Also go check out @pazzispizookies you will NOT be disappointed!!

Azzi woke up slowly, the kind of sleepy where the warmth of the blanket and the steady breathing behind her made her want to stay right where she was. Paige’s arm was slung around her waist, their legs tangled beneath the covers like they always were—like they had been since they were kids. It was familiar, comforting.

Paige made a small noise in her sleep, her face pressed against the top of Azzi’s shoulder. Azzi could feel her breath, slow and warm, brushing her skin in a rhythm that made her feel safe in a way she couldn’t explain.

She smiled softly, the oversized hoodie she was still wearing bunched around her hips. Paige’s hoodie. The one she hadn’t taken off since she put it on yesterday.

She’d never admit it out loud, but she liked how it smelled like her. Like home.

Azzi turned carefully, not wanting to wake her, but Paige stirred anyway, blinking up at her with a sleepy little smile.

“Why are you up,” Paige murmured, voice raspy from sleep.

Azzi shrugged, settling back on the pillow to face her. “Your arm’s heavy. Hard to breathe under it.”

Paige grinned and moved it dramatically. “Forgive me for being clingy.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t heard you apologize for it in the last i don’t even know how many years.”

“Because you like it,” Paige said easily, stretching like a cat and bumping her knee against Azzi’s under the blanket. “You’re just pretending to be annoyed.”

Azzi didn’t deny it. She just shook her head with a smile and laid there beside her, tangled in a silence that felt soft and unhurried.

They didn’t need to talk much in the mornings.

Eventually, the smell of coffee and bacon drifted upstairs.

Azzi groaned. “That’s my mom. You know I think she’s making your favorite.”

Paige sighed into the pillow. “I love your mom.”

“I know.”

“She loves me too.”

“She does,” Azzi admitted, sitting up. “Everyone does.”

Paige leaned back on her elbows, watching her move. “Even John and Jose?”

“They worship you,” Azzi said without even blinking. “They won’t stop talking about that time you beat both of them at HORSE in under ten minutes.”

Paige smirked. “Oh so I’m a legend in this household.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but grabbed Paige’s arm and tugged her gently out of bed. “Come on, Bueckers. Let’s go see your fan club.”

Upstairs, the house was already alive.

Katie was in the kitchen, humming as she cooked. Tim was sipping coffee at the table, already dressed and scrolling through something on his iPad. Jose and John were arguing good-naturedly over a video game in the living room, their voices carrying over the sound of sizzling bacon.

The moment Paige walked into the kitchen, Katie turned and beamed. “There she is! My other daughter finally wakes up.”

Paige grinned and walked straight over, hugging her from the side. “Morning, Mama Fudd.”

“Did Azzi finally let you sleep in a little?” Katie teased, flipping a pancake onto a plate.

“I had to fight her for the blanket,” Paige said dramatically.

Azzi gave her a look. “Lies. She was hogging it.”

“You were wrapped around me like a koala bear.”

Katie laughed. “Sounds like love to me.”

Azzi nearly choked on her orange juice, her cheeks going pink.

Tim looked up from his iPad with a smile. “Paige, we missed your game last weekend—Azzi said you dropped 28?”

“More like 30,” Paige said with a sheepish grin. “But who’s counting?”

John poked his head into the kitchen. “I am! I have it on my wall. I printed it out.”

Paige gave him a high five. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Jose came bounding in right after him. “Paige! After breakfast, one-on-one?”

“You sure you’re ready for the smoke?”

“I’ve been practicing.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The whole kitchen erupted into laughter and warmth. It wasn’t new—this was the kind of easy rhythm they always fell into when Paige stayed over. The Fudds had long ago stopped treating her like a guest. She was family.

She helped set the table without needing to be asked. She knew where the forks were, which mugs were Katie’s favorite, how Tim liked his coffee. Azzi watched her from the other side of the room, chin resting in her hand.

It was impossible not to stare.

After breakfast, Paige took Jose and John outside to play basketball while Azzi stayed back to help her mom clean up.

Katie nudged her shoulder lightly as they washed dishes. “She’s good with them.”

Azzi nodded. “She always has been.”

“She’s good with you too.”

Azzi blinked, fingers stilling over a plate.

Katie looked at her, gentle. “You know we love her like our own. But it’s different for you. Isn’t it?”

Azzi said nothing.

She didn’t need to.

Her mom just smiled knowingly and handed her another dish to rinse.

Outside, Paige was dribbling circles around both boys while pretending to struggle. Jose was shouting, “She’s going easy on us!” and John was yelling, “She’s not even trying!” and Paige was laughing so hard she nearly dropped the ball.

Azzi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching them through the screen.

When they finally came inside again, sweaty and full of trash talk, Paige collapsed onto the couch beside Azzi, her head falling dramatically onto her lap.

“Help,” Paige groaned. “I’ve been destroyed.”

“You were dunking on twelve-year-olds,” Azzi said, brushing damp hair out of Paige’s face. “You’ll live.”

Paige grinned up at her. “They’re savages. I fear for my life.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but didn’t stop playing with her hair. “You love it.”

“I love your family.”

The words were out before she could stop them.

Azzi froze for just a second.

“I know,” she said quietly. “They love you too.”

“No, I mean—” Paige sat up slightly, eyes soft, voice low. “They feel like mine too, you know? Like I could just… stay here forever and it would still feel right.”

Azzi’s throat tightened.

“You could stay,” she said, almost too soft to hear. “It would still feel right for us too.”

They didn’t say anything after that.

They didn’t need to.

The day rolled by in slow moments. Paige helped Tim with a few things. Azzi and Katie baked cookies while Paige snuck spoonfuls of dough. Jose and John hovered around Paige like ducklings. They all watched a movie together on the couch later, Azzi’s legs thrown over Paige’s lap, Paige’s arm slung over her shins like she couldn’t help touching her.

And that night, after the house was quiet and the lights were low, they curled into bed again.

Azzi wore the same hoodie. Paige hadn’t said a word about it.

They laid facing each other in the soft glow of the moonlight leaking through the curtains.

Paige reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Azzi’s ear.

“You know what I love most about being here?” she asked.

Azzi blinked slowly. “What?”

“You don’t expect me to be anything. You just let me be.”

Azzi swallowed. “Because I know you.”

“You really do.”

They didn’t kiss.

They didn’t say the words neither of them were ready for.

But Azzi reached for her hand beneath the blanket and laced their fingers together.

And Paige held on like she wasn’t planning to let go.

[biggianteggplant]

Nekoma thinking sweet cute innocent manager

Reader is a pure ball of sunshine..one that can do no harm but somebody stumbles upon her public ig dump acc and i must say "who tf is this person"

as a person with another personality during the night this made me giggle (FEATURING NEKOMA,

NEKOMA

At Nekoma, you were everyone’s favorite little star.

Always smiling, always bouncing around with your clipboard and pink whistle. Kuroo called you their team mascot. Kenma tolerated your constant affection, even when you tried to put cat ear clips in his hair. Yaku practically adopted you, scolding you over snacks and sleep. You were bubbly, sweet, and sunshine wrapped in a hoodie three sizes too big.

Everyone thought they knew you.

But they didn’t know the girl in the videos.

The girl with smeared glitter eyeliner and a vape pen tucked into her bra. The girl half-passed out on a bathroom floor while her best friend stuck two fingers down her throat to help her throw up so she could "get the alcohol out and sober up." The girl in fishnets and demon horns, swaying with a guy who definitely wasn’t from school, giggling as someone passed her a bong. The girl screaming, "I’M FINE, I’M A FUCKING FAIRY PRINCESS," right before puking into a shoebox and holding up her middle finger mid-vomit.

Yeah, that wasn’t the team manager they thought they knew.

It started when Fukunaga, of all people, found the dump account.

He was quietly scrolling Instagram in the locker room when he blinked and tilted his phone. "Hey. Is this… her?"

Kuroo looked over. “Huh?”

On screen: a wild video montage set to a distorted hyperpop remix of Charli XCX. You, in a crop top and glow-in-the-dark beads, shaking a bottle of champagne, letting it explode. Another clip of you getting your mouth fingered by a drunk girl who yelled, “Gotta purge so we can party harder, baby!”

Kenma choked on his energy drink.

Yaku said, “Turn that off right now.”

But it was too late.

The account was full of it. Bong hits. Drunken dares. A Halloween post of you licking blood off fake vampire fangs. A carousel dump of blurry club pics where you grinded on someone’s lap, hair a mess, captioned: “meow.”

Kuroo dropped his phone.

“She’s literally high in half of these,” Yaku hissed.

“She looks… happy?” Kenma said, confused.

“She looks unhinged,” Kuroo corrected. “Like, scary hot and dangerous.”

The team was collectively traumatized.

So when you skipped out of the train the next morning, double-pigtails bouncing, offering everyone strawberry milk with little cat stickers on the cap, you were met with stunned silence.

“Morning, guys!” you said. “Practice starts in ten!”

Lev turned pink and couldn’t meet your eyes. Yamamoto looked like he saw a ghost. Kenma just kept his eyes on his Switch.

You blinked. “Why is everyone acting weird?”

Kuroo folded his arms. “You know why.”

You tilted your head, smile fading. “Wait… did you guys—?”

Yaku held up his phone. “Wanna explain this?”

The screen played a video of you, teary-eyed, getting your eyeliner fixed in a club bathroom while muttering, “I wanna go home but the Uber canceled.” Your friend shoved a vape into your hand and said, “Take another hit, babe.”

Your silence said everything.

Kuroo raised a brow. “So… double life, huh?”

You shrugged, suddenly quieter. “I’m both. This me—and that me. I like being sweet. I also like going feral with my girls on weekends. I still care about you guys.”

Kenma looked up. “You okay, though?”

You smiled. “Yeah. I’m safe. I know my limits. I just… sometimes need to be someone else for a while.”

Lev stammered, “But… that girl stuck her fingers down your throat!”

“She’s helping me sober up,” you said cheerfully. “It’s called friendship.”

Yamamoto looked like he wanted to both respect and fear you.

Kuroo stared, then started laughing. “You’re terrifying. But honestly? You’re kind of a legend.”

Yaku sighed. “Just don’t die.”

You gave a peace sign. “No promises.”

And just like that, they saw you for all that you were: the sweet little manager who made them bento lunches… and the wild party animal who could out-drink a frat boy.

The duality? Iconic.

And they respected the hell out of you for it.

SHIRATORIZAWA

At Shiratorizawa, their manager was the picture of innocence.

She wore soft pastels, kept her hair in neat braids or ponytails, and always had a bright, eager smile on her face. Her name was whispered by the underclassmen with awe and admiration. She brought sliced fruits in Tupperware, labeled everyone’s water bottles, and clapped the loudest during matches.

They called her Manager-chan.

Even Tendou, the ever-curious, slightly unhinged middle blocker, couldn’t quite figure her out. “She’s like…a bunny,” he said once. “But the type of bunny that would apologize if she bit you.” Ushijima simply nodded. “She’s efficient.”

Every day after practice, she waved them goodbye with a cheerful, “See you tomorrow!”

Until the day that changed everything.

Practice had ended later than usual that Friday. Most of the team stayed back to clean the gym or stretch. She left early, claiming she had to study for a physics quiz. A few minutes after they’d all packed up and were walking to the train station, Tendou paused.

“Hold up… Isn’t that—?”

They turned the corner, and there she was.

Gone were the braids. Her hair was loose, wild. Her pastel sweatshirt was replaced by a black tank top, dangerously small shorts hanging low on her hips. A cigarette dangled between her fingers. The scent of smoke drifted toward them in lazy waves. She laughed—loud, confident, full of bite. Around her were people the team didn’t recognize, older maybe, grungier. Someone passed her a a new cigarette. Another holding up a lighter to light it up.

She made eye contact with them.

For a second, her smirk faltered. She blinked. Looked away. And just like that—she ignored them.

The next morning, she walked into practice like nothing had happened. “Good morning!” she chirped, refilling bottles and handing out towels. The same neat braids. The same soft smile.

Semi stared at her like she’d grown a second head. Reon tried not to look at all. Tendou kept squinting, like if he stared long enough, he’d solve the mystery.

Nobody said a word.

Not even Ushijima.

It might’ve ended there—unspoken, a shared secret—but then someone found her dump account.

It started with a bored scroll. Goshiki had clicked a tagged photo from a local club’s Instagram, following a rabbit hole of usernames until he landed on it. The profile pic was a blurry selfie, black messy hair, tongue out. Bio: “ur fav menace // not ur baby // dump me here.”

He clicked.

The team huddled around goshiki’s phone in stunned silence.

One video had her doing a five-second tequila chug, then immediately stumbling into her friend’s arms, laughing as music blasted in the background. Another showed her in fishnets and a leather mini skirt, grinding on some guy while screaming the lyrics to MF DOOM. The next photo was a blurry shot of her sitting on a bathroom floor, eyeliner smudged, middle finger up, surrounded by girls holding her hair back.

One of the captions read: "she threw up, cried about shoe laces, and then kissed a girl #mompickmeupimscared."

The final straw was a video. She stood on a rooftop, cigarette in one hand, vape in the other, yelling, “FEIN!!” at the top of her lungs while someone offscreen screamed with her. It was chaotic, raw, unrecognizable.

Their manager. Manager-chan. The one who brought them cookies and smiled like springtime.

“Holy shit,” Tendou whispered, wide-eyed. “She’s got a whole-ass villain arc.”

Goshiki’s face was pale. “Should we…say something?”

“What do we even say?” Reon murmured. “We don’t know this version of her.”

Ushijima, stoic as ever, said nothing. But even he was slower with his spikes that day.

Practice grew tense. She remained the same. Maybe a little more cheerful. She’d ask them how their classes were going, if they’d eaten, if their knees hurt. Tendou started responding with one-word answers. Semi couldn’t make eye contact. Goshiki, bless him, looked like he’d seen a ghost every time she passed him a towel.

It festered. Quietly. Until it didn’t.

It was after a match. They’d won. Spirits were high. The team was walking to get celebratory ramen when they spotted a familiar face through the window of a bar.

Manager-chan.

Perched on a stool, legs crossed, lipstick dark and glossy. She was leaning into a guy’s ear, whispering something that made him laugh and cover his face. Her laughter rang out like wind chimes. Another girl handed her a shot and she slammed it back, cheeks flushed.

They watched in stunned silence.

She didn’t see them this time.

The next day at practice, she was back in a tennis skirt and hoodie, offering vitamin gummies and notes on hydration.

That was the day Tendou broke.

“So,” he said casually during water break, “how was the bar?”

Her hand froze, mid-reach for the cooler.

She looked at him. Blinked. “What bar?”

“You know,” he said, smile tight. “The one where you were whispering in that guy’s ear and throwing back shots like it was a Tuesday night and not the day after a match.”

The gym went dead silent.

She didn’t look embarrassed. Just…calm.

“Oh,” she said. Then shrugged. “It was fun.”

“Fun,” Reon repeated, voice flat.

“Are you guys mad?” she asked, head tilting slightly.

“No,” Goshiki said too quickly. “I mean—surprised. A little.”

She crossed her arms. “Why?”

“Because it’s not you,” Semi blurted. “Or—not the you we see here.”

She smiled, a little sad. “Maybe that’s the point.”

Tendou stepped forward. “So which one is real?”

She looked at them, eyes brighter than usual. “Both.”

Ushijima finally spoke. “Do you enjoy being our manager?”

She nodded without hesitation. “I do. A lot.”

“Then that is enough,” he said simply.

It didn’t magically fix everything. Practices were still weird for a while. Tendou remained suspicious. Semi was still awkward. Goshiki tried harder to act normal but ended up acting more weird. Reon slowly came around.

But eventually, they adjusted.

Sometimes they joked about it—lightly. Tendou started calling her “Club Queen” when they were alone. Goshiki asked for advice on how to drink without dying. She taught them how to use eyedrops properly and which hangover remedies actually worked.

Ushijima, ever himself, asked if tequila counted as a carb.

It became a strange sort of balance. She was still Manager-chan. Still the girl with the fruit snacks and the kind smile.

But now, she was also the girl who knew how to roll a blunt in under a minute and scream the lyrics to Tyler, The Creator while pouring vodka into a Slurpee.

Both versions of her existed. And the team—slowly, awkwardly—learned to accept them.

Maybe, in a weird way, that made them closer.

Because now, they weren’t just teammates.

They were keepers of a secret.

And they knew better than anyone:

Never underestimate Manager-chan.

KARASUNO

Karasuno had an angel for a manager.

You brought snacks shaped like little crows. You decorated water bottles with each player’s name and a smiley face. You cheered the loudest during practice matches and always had tissues for when Yamaguchi sneezed too hard.

To Hinata, you were the team mascot. To Daichi, you were the glue. To Kageyama, you were… confusing, but helpful. Everyone adored you.

Which is why when Tanaka accidentally stumbled across your not so private account, the entire team nearly short-circuited.

It began innocently: a scroll through Instagram. Then he saw your username. Familiar profile pic. He clicked.

And his soul left his body.

The first video? You in a bathroom stall, flipping off the camera, yelling, "HELP ME GOD," mid-puke. A blurry hand holding your hair back. Another girl’s fingers in your mouth. The caption: detox queen.

Tanaka screamed.

“WHAT THE HELL!?”

The others crowded around. Nishinoya gasped. “No way. No freakin’ way.”

Kageyama squinted. “Is she… dying?”

“BRO, SHE’S THRIVING,” Noya whispered reverently.

More videos followed: you ripping a bong like it owed you money. You in a bunny costume, dancing on a table, bottle of tequila in one hand, middle finger up with the other. You passed out in a bathtub surrounded by pizza boxes. A five-second clip of you twerking to Megan Thee Stallion while someone screamed in the background, "SHE’S GONE FULL GREMLIN MODE."

Sugawara was in tears. “But… she helped me carry my math notes last week.”

Asahi was pale. “I thought she didn’t drink soda.”

tsukishima smirks. “well this is character development.”

Daichi just sat down and whispered, “We’ve lost her.”

And suddenly, the sweet girl who once cried over a squirrel rescue video was a certified menace.

But then…

The next day, you waltzed into the gym with a box of mochi and the same soft smile. “Good morning, everyone!”

Everyone just… stared.

You tilted your head. “You okay?”

Tanaka held up his phone with a shaking hand. “Is this… you?”

You peeked. Smiled. “Yup.”

Kageyama blurted, “Why were you eating glitter… out of a dog bowl?”

“Dare,” you replied simply. “It was edible. Kinda.”

Daichi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you seriously partying like that on weekends?”

You gave a guilty little grin. “I don’t always party. But… sometimes I need to go feral. Mental health, y’know?”

Sugawara tried to smile. “We just… weren’t expecting the girl who cried during a kitten video to also chug tequila and scream along to Nirvana.”

You shrugged. “Duality.”

Asahi shook his head. “How are you alive?”

“I have a system,” you said proudly. “Drink. Twerk. Throw up. Drink water. Leave. Also, shoutout to my girl Yuna—hair-holding detox MVP.”

Everyone stared.

“…You’re terrifying,” Daichi muttered.

“But impressive,” Yamaguchi added, voice shaking.

You leaned in with a wink. “Just don’t tell Coach Ukai. Or my grandma.”

Later that week, a video surfaced of you screaming, “I’M THE MANAGER OF KARASUNO AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE,” before taking a vodka shot out of a croc. You made direct eye contact with the camera. Middle finger up. Glitter in your teeth.

Suga reposted it to the group chat with one caption: We are no longer in control.

They loved you anyway.

Even if you were chaos incarnate.

Especially because you were chaos incarnate.

God help them all.

INARIZAKI

To Inarizaki, you were sunshine in a hoodie.

You skipped into the gym every day with your pigtails bouncing, handing out water bottles and snacks like you were the team mom, the cheerleader, and the emotional support plushie all in one. You had glitter on your cheeks and band-aids on your knees. Suna called you a cartoon character. Atsumu teased you nonstop. Aran looked out for you like a little sister.

You were so sweet, it gave them cavities.

And then… the videos surfaced.

It started with Ginjima scrolling through Instagram while waiting for practice to start. "Yo… is this our manager?"

Suna turned his head lazily. "Let me see."

On screen: unhinged chaos. A blurry selfie of you with mascara streaks and glitter in your hair. A video of a random girl holding your chin and shoving fingers down your throat while you cried-laughed, whispering, "I need to throw up before my mom picks me up." A clip of you flipping off the camera mid-vomit, yelling, "I’m fine, I’m vibingggg—" right before collapsing into your friend’s arms.

Atsumu choked. "NO. WAY."

"Wait, lemme see that again," Osamu said, already pulling out his phone.

More videos. You drunk modeling in the streets falling backwards onto the sidewalk. You, in a bra and pajamas, twerking on top of a couch while screaming the lyrics to Doja Cat. You getting high in the backseat of someone’s car, window rolled down, eyes glassy and voice soft as you whispered, “It feels like my brain’s melting into peach yogurt.”

Suna zoomed in on one clip. “She’s literally holding up her middle finger while puking. That’s some core memory sh*t.”

Kita stood frozen, like the foundation of his world had just cracked.

Aran rubbed his temples. “So… she’s got a second life.”

No one was ready.

Because the next day, you strolled into practice like nothing happened. Same sweet smile. Same bubbly bounce in your step. You handed Atsumu a banana milk and gave Suna a fresh towel like you weren’t the girl who took six tequila shots in under 5 minutes while grinding on a speaker.

Atsumu blinked. “So. Any fun this weekend?”

You tilted your head. “Huh? Oh, I just rested!”

Suna raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

You blinked innocently.

He held up his phone. “So what’s this, then?”

On screen: a story highlight called feral core. It opened to a video of you jumping onto a stranger’s shoulders, yelling, “INARIZAKI WHO?? I’M GOD’S MISTAKE AND I LOVE IT HERE.”

You froze.

Atsumu wheezed. "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!"

You turned slowly. “How did you find that account?”

Osamu deadpanned, “It’s linked to your cat’s profile.”

You groaned.

Kita stepped forward, calm and quiet. “Are you okay?”

You nodded quickly. “I am. I swear. It’s just… sometimes I need to let go. I love managing the team, but on weekends I go feral. I’m still me. Just a different me.”

Suna smirked. “You’re unhinged.”

“I know.” You grinned proudly.

Atsumu held up his hands. “Honestly, I respect it. But like… you okay okay? That girl stuck her fingers in your throat.”

“She’s my best friend,” you chirped. “She helps me throw up so I can sober up before my mom picks me up. It’s a system.”

Osamu muttered, “Terrifying efficiency.”

Kita sighed, but his eyes softened. “Just be careful.”

You winked. “Aren’t I always?”

Suna laughed. “Absolutely not.”

And from that day on, the team had a new level of respect—and fear—for you. They never looked at your glitter stickers and animal socks the same way again.

aaaaa omg I had so much fun writing this...made me feel nostalgic about my life during this part of my lol

[discotenny]

Sleeping Positions (hypmic)

Their favorite ways to fall asleep with you <3

Everyone (-Rei) x reader, fluff, mentions of nightmares in some drabbles

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Buster Bros

Ichiro

Ichi likes feeling like he’s protecting you. He loves being the big spoon, holding you from behind with his arms wrapped around you tightly. And he’s so strong too so just dndnmmmmdmn. His arms are sturdy and secure- while his face is squishy and soft. When you nap on the couch together, he’ll zip up his jacket with both if you inside so you’re nice and snuggly, together.

On a cold winters day, this was his favorite. His brothers were out for the evening and it was just you and him alone- cuddling sleepily on his sofa. The two of you huddled into his jacket, a silly yet familiar position. Like a sack of potatoes, there’s little the two of you can do other than flop down sideways.

His head finds its natural place on top of your head as he starts to doze off. Ichiro mumbles words of love in his cozy delirium and kisses your head all around to the best of his ability.

“Ah…” Ichi lets out a loving sigh, “perfect. You’re perfect. I love you.”

Jiro

Jiro loves laying down in your lap. It’s the optimal position to be in when procrastinating on work, trying to cool down on hot days, and to stare at you of course! He sneaks in admiral peeks while pretending to be asleep. He’s not very subtle about it, not that you mind though. Please play with his hair though, he’d fall asleep immediately if you started doing that while he was in your lap.

A hot summer day warranted this situation, Jiro justified. “Babe please I just need a break!!” He whined as he wiggled his head into your lap- desperate to escape the study session you surprised him with(you told him it was a date).

Also hot and exhausted, you reluctantly sighed and brought a hand to his hair, ruffling it slightly as you looked down at your notebook. “Just ten minutes though, ‘kay baby?”

Nodding enthusiastically Jiro closed his eyes and relaxed, “Yep, yep, just fifteen~”

He would end up napping for twenty.

Saburo

Saburo loves sleepovers! Through video calls, of course. He’d never let anyone know this, but he falls asleep with you on call basically every night. He props his phone to face himself and feels giddy every time he gets to sleep looking at you. Saburo’s already on video call with you practically the entire day, so why not the entire night too?

Saburo fixes his sheets as he places his phone on his desk, facing the camera towards his form. “Are you ready to sleep yet?” He calls from behind him. From the phone you give a light hum in acknowledgment. Already snuggled in your bed, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his tasks.

Once he is done the lights turn off and he brings his phone closer to his face. Sleep lines his voice as he speaks through a yawn, “Make sure to set your alarm for tomorrow y/n.”

He’s only met with your snores as a reply. Smiling to himself, he fights the tiredness and sets an alarm on his phone for the both of you.

Mad Trigger Crew

Samatoki

Samatoki’s favorite sleeping position isn’t something he goes to subconsciously. Going to bed he swears up and down he needs his space cause he overheats. But through the night, a hand finds its way to yours. An arm finds a comfortable place under your head. And slowly but surely, Samatoki unknowingly nudges you closer and closer to his chest. Maybe it’s remnants of the desperation not to lose another one important to him, but who really knows.

He wakes up and there’s something on his chest. Opening his eyes, he's confused because he doesn't remember getting a cat. Patting around, his hand accidentally smacks your face and you awake with a jolt. "What the-" You roll off his chest unceremoniously and glare at him. "What was that for Toki?"

"H-HUH?!" Samatoki scoots away at your angry glare. "What were you one me for- ow?!"

You smack him in the chest for that. "You bring me to you every night asshole! Why are you surprised?!" His only reply is an annoyed grumble at a truth he can't deny.

Jyuto

Jyuto adores being able to fall asleep on your shoulder. Being the type of person he is, he tends to have his guard up a lot. But falling asleep on you, giving up his defenses and showing off pure vulnerability- it’s an expression of his trust to you. It shows just how much of himself he’s willing to show you just because he loves you so much more.

You and Jyuto sit in the back of Rio's car, driving to a far away destination unbeknownst to you. Jyuto said he needed you to come for emotional support- but maybe it was just so he could have a comfortable pillow to sleep on during the ride.

Already fully asleep on your shoulder, drool threatens to drip from his lips and onto your clothes. He lets out loud snores that tests everyone's patience each time.

After one particularly loud SNNRRRRRR, Samatoki has enough and screams in frustration. Through your fits of laughter, Jyuto wakes up, letting out a delirious "what" at the glares of his teammate.

Rio

Rio prefers it when you sleep on him. He feels the most comfortable when he’s protecting you. The most relaxed when he knows you’re safe. And when you’re sleeping, when you’re at your most vulnerable, he likes keeping an eye out for you in those moments. He may not be sleeping then but keeping you safe will always be his favorite thing ever.

You’re drooling on him but he doesn’t mind. An arm wraps around your shoulder, keeping you pressed tight against him in slumber.

There’s a warm feeling that finds itself comfortably in his chest as he watches you. Your chest rises up and down with each breath, your head bobs slowly with every soft sound you make, Rio can’t help himself but give you a little kiss on your head.

“AH-“ you awake at the startling contact, clocking your boyfriend in the jaw with your head, causing him to let out a monotone “ow-“

Fling Posse

Ramuda

Ramuda sleeps in the fetal position. Curled up into a ball. He feels the safest when you’re surrounding him though. Holding him through the night, keeping him grounded, securing him to your love. Alas, Ramuda is a little spoon. When you hold him at night he’ll cuddle into your chest, loving the way your touch is all he senses, your scent is all he smells, your face is all he sees, and your love is all he feels.

Ramuda's ahoge seemingly targets your nose with tickles. Back and forth movements, it doesn’t seem to keep still. Almost like it has a mind of its own, you scrunch up your nose but never manage to get away.

Sentient ahoge aside, Ramuda himself is curled into you. It’s so innocent the way he does it, you could cry. Soft breathing can be heard coming from his nose. Sometime during the night a piece of your pajama shirt found its way into his mouth, and he chews on it slowly. His drool makes a wet spot on your shirt but the way his lips purse out alongside his chubby cheeks just make you want to squish him.

And so you do, and that wakes him up with a whine. Kneading his cheeks and kissing his face, his complaints turn into gasps and his gasps turn into him doing the same.

“I have such a sweet partner, don’t I?” Ramuda says before climbing on top of you, sentient ahoge tickling your ear as he snuggled into your neck.

Gentaro

Gentaro loves to be snuggled up next to you. All over you in fact. He naturally runs cold and especially in his sleep he subconsciously searches out the most comforting source of warmth. Gentaro’s almost overwhelming in how much cuddling he wants to do. Tangling legs together, cold hands up your back and on your stomach, and he teases you all the while!! He’s super annoying with it SMH

A cold finger swipes itself down your spine and you have to hold yourself back from throwing your boyfriend off you. “Gen! Why would you do that!” you whine at his giggles to your shock.

With a kiss to your neck, you feel him smirk. “Why, I didn’t do anything darling. Maybe it was the ghost that haunts the Yumeno residence halls. Do not worry! I will protect you dear~” He presses himself closer to you before allowing another cold finger to tickle your stomach.

“Keep that up and you’re gonna be the next ghost to haunt these halls, Gen,” your threat makes him pout as he sighs against your neck in defeat.

“My darling threatens me even in the face of the absurd and paranormal, life is cruel in many many ways I’m afraid….” Pinch his cheeks, will you? It’s the only way to get him to stop.

Dice

Dice is used to falling asleep in any position he finds himself in at the night. He's not particularly picky nor does he really have favorites. Feel free to maneuver his body anyway that you like for your comfort. He’s like a rag doll that you can move any which way. He sleeps like a log and won't even wake up if you kick him in the face LOL

You wake up to use the bathroom and almost scream at the feeling of your leg behind held in someone’s arms. Scared half to death, you kick the source but receive no response. In a familiar sense of deja vu, your mind is barely there to check under the sheets for the source of the hold. Of course, you find it.

For some reason, your wonderful partner Dice managed to maneuver himself to be upside down in the middle of the night. With his feet at your pillows, Dice found himself cuddling the closest source of you to him, your leg.

You rub his face a bit to make sure you didn’t hurt him. He leans into your warm touch uncontrollably, a smile falling upon his cheeks. A pleased sound leaves his chest as he snuggles up to your hand.

Then, you’re left with two options. One, go upside down as well to cuddle with your partner. Or two, let Dice continue cuddling with your foot. The choice is up to you~~~

Matenrou

Jakurai

Jakurai loves holding your hand in your sleep. He’ll let you cuddle into him if you’d prefer so, of course, but something about being connected through your hands makes him feel warm. He often stays up later than you do so he likes to squeeze your hand while you sleep. His heart feels funny when you subconsciously sleeps back. Bonus! He likes your natural expression as you fall asleep and doesn’t want to disturb that by whatever movement close contact brings.

Jakurai’s slender fingers tap along your knuckles in a rhythm. Tip tap tip tap. As he reads his book, a title focused on the human psychology, you stay beside him, snoring into a pillow already fast asleep. Tip tap tip tap.

The clock ticks away as the seconds pass by. Tick tock tick tock. As he gets to the last page, a satisfied smile comes onto his face, pleased at finishing his book. Tick tock tick tock.

However- the silence of tips and ticks and taps and tocks is interrupted by a gasp in your sleep, Jakurai immediately alerting at the sound. You grasp his hand tightly in your sleep and lean into the touch. Jakurai brings his free hand to your cheek, stroking it with the softest touch a human could muster.

Your face morphs into a smile, and the room again fills with the sounds of tip taps and tick tocks. “Good night, angel,” Jakurai says with a whisper.

Hifumi

Hifumi sleeps on top of you. Like legit on top of you. He subconsciously rolls over on you in his sleep and there’s nothing you can do about it. He’s heavy and you can’t push him off- but with the smile on his face and the way he smells so good- do you really wanna move? Yes. You do. Cause you’re desperately thirsty and Hifumi refuses to move until morning.

It’s 3 AM and you’re not sleepy at all. You woke up earlier from a dream and was incredibly thirsty. Lucky for you- your partner always keeps two glasses of water, one for each of you, beside the bed for situations just like this.

If only you could reach it.

Hifumi lays starfished on top of you. His cheek presses to your neck, his arm encapsulates yours, and his legs are twisted to be one with yours. Overall- he’s immovable. Desperate for a sip of what sounds like the most refreshing drink in the world, you try to pry your partner off of you bit by bit.

And it works, surprisingly. Your arm manages to roll his off of you. You somehow get his legs to swing to the side. However, once you try and move your head, trying to propel your body sideways- Hifumi’s unconscious body stumbles back onto yours unceremoniously.

And it’s even heavier this time! Your hand motions for the water, so, so needy but to no avail.

If you’re desperate enough, call Doppo in to help you. He’s definitely still awake.

Doppo

An arm under your back or one over your shoulder- Doppo loves cuddling to sleep. With him there is no big spoon or little spoon, it’s just whatever position gets the two of you in as much skin to skin contact as possible. He loves indulging in everything you have to offer- whether it be your warmth or all your love. Doppo loves kissing whatever space he can access- wanting to show just how much he missed you during his workday.

Tears stream down his face and sniffles fill the quietness of the room. His arms are curled around you, and yours do the same to him. Doppo tries his best not to let the tears fall onto you, but all worries of that are whisked away as you bring his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

The stress of his work day culminated to a bed time breakdown- where the one moment he had to rest and relax was taken over by all the shit piling up from the day.

He’s regretful, guilty that you’re taking time out of your night to comfort him like this. Quiet “shhhs” and soft pats to his back soothe him ever so slowly- the guilt being overtaken by his focus on your presence.

Doppo tries to wipe his tears but you beat him to it- kissing his under eyes to his shock and awe.

“It’s gonna be alright baby,” you muse, “just go to sleep.”

Your words make him feel 100% better and make him squeeze you 100% tighter.

Bad Ass Temple

Kuko

Kuko will ALWAYS sleep on your chest no matter what. Not in any perverted way- but he loves listening to your heartbeat and refuses to fall asleep without it. He calls it his personal white noise (yuck!!). Kuko holds you tight as he rests on you- not allowing you to escape or push him off lol. It gets really annoying when he tries to take a nap on you cause he’s just dragging you down with him. AND HE DROOLS TOO!!!

“Kuko get off me I have to piss,” you say, your palms moving to his cheeks as you try to shove him off your chest.

The action only makes him burrow his head deeper into you, hair moving wildly with the movements. “Nope, I’m sleepy baby, so ya’ gotta stay here,”

“Well I have to piss so you have to move!” You start to squirm, moving your body every which way as an attempt to get your clingy partner off.

Through your wiggles, Kuko lets out an obnoxiously loud snore, muffled by your clothes. Your further attempts to shove him off are to no avail as his grip remains unmoving. With a sigh, you turn to your final choice.

“Kuko if you don’t get off I’m dragging you to the toilet with me.”

With no grumble let our, Kuko lets you go almost immediately.

Jyushi

Jyushi’s too cute guys 😭😭😭 HE KOALA HUGS!!! He clings to you like a koala at night, arms and legs wrapped around you. His head is on your chest and he lets out the softest noises it’s kndjdnfkfndkkdk. Be warned, if you decide you need to get up for whatever reason he’ll let you go but start subconsciously pat around the bed looking for you

Coming home late due to being forced to work (unpaid) overtime, you expected your partner to fall asleep without you.

What you didn’t expect was to see him squirming around, snoring while his arms pat down your side of the bed, twisting turning and somehow frowning when he reaches an empty spot of mattress.

A nightmare? You’d rather not entertain the thought, but the small whimpers he lets out indicate otherwise. With a frown of your own you place a hand on his head, patting it to hopefully calm him in his slumber.

What you also didn’t expect was for Jyushi to throw his unconscious body into your lap, snuggling up to you with concealed strength. His whimpers turn to happy hums- and part of you is left to wonder if he was even fully asleep at all…

Hitoya

Arm around your shoulder holding you tight- what a classic guy! lol. He's not the type to initiate cuddling but he does like having you close at night. Throw an arm around his chest why don't you- it'll make him flustered ehehe. Hitoya snores LOUD though guys, be careful!

“Mmmm, you smell good ‘Toya,” you say, cuddling into his broad chest.

You feel the vibrations of fluster rise up, hearing your partner stammer as his hands raise in defense and surprise. “W-why’d you say that huh?”

The reaction only causes you to snuggle deeper, and to hold his hand to bring it back to your shoulder (where it belongs). “Cuz it’s true,” you say with smugness lacing your tone.

You don’t even need to hear the mumbles that come from his mouth, the rising heartbeat from his chest says everything about his reaction and more.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Sasara

Sasara loves cuddling at night ugh! He's a big spoon, holding you with strong arms and burying his head in your hair. He has nightmares at night and he swears cuddling you is the only way to make them go away. Buuuut, Sasara is a bit annoying because he tries to tickle you sometimes. A quick jab to his stomach puts a stop to that though LOL.

It’s a stormy night and Sasara Nurude cannot sleep. Every flash of lightning brings back painful memories and cruel “what ifs.” Every clap of thunder makes him hold you tighter in his arms.

Unlike him, you were fast asleep. He preferred it this way, at the very least he knew you were safe and that you couldn’t go anywhere. Your soft snores are his only lifeline as he winces at the shadows of trees knocking at the window.

It’s hard to breathe but he tries to slowly sync his panicked breaths with your relaxed ones. It’s hard to think but he focuses his mind on the amazing memories the two of you shared. He starts to feel disconnected from his body and all of a sudden it feels like you aren’t in his arms anymore.

His eyes open and he can’t see anything. His breath picks up. His mind starts to race. He starts to squeeze his arms around himself until he can feel anything but just him.

“Mnhmmm, Sasara,” through tired deliriousness you go to pinch your lover’s cheek.

“H-huh?”

“Yer squeezing the life out of me baby,” you let go of his face and move to hold his hands, already dozing back off to the dream you had prior. “It’s gonna be alright, just focus on me.”

“R-right, it’s gonna be alright.” He turns his gaze away from the window, he closes his ears off from the storm, and his body focuses back on protecting you. At least, as long as he’s with you, he can start to feel like everything’s alright in the world.

Rosho

Rosho wants to fall asleep holding your face. His hands hold you so gently it's like another pillow in of itself. You're the light of his life, the shining star in his world, everything that makes waking up worth it. He likes knowing you’re going to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and vice versa.

His hands are dirty, you note to yourself. There’s graphite stains that outline his fingerprints, pen ink under his nails, and you’re pretty sure that paper cut next to his wedding ring is going to get infected if you don’t put a bandage on it soon.

You have to stop his hand from touching your cheeks and the devastated look he gives you makes you want to die.

“You need to clean your hands before we go to bed.”

The blank look of confusion he gives you would almost be funny if it wasn’t about something so serious. “My hands aren’t dirty-“

“Have you looked at them?!” You start to rub the places that have marks, pointing them out and rambling about needing to take care of himself even after grading so many papers.

“And look right here! Why is there green pen ink on the side of your nail? We don’t even own green pens- seriously you’re going to get color all over me and the sheets- are you even listening to me?”

There’s a light fluster on his cheeks as he stares down at your hand touching his. The way your soft fingers rub against his own, how your chiding voice contrasts against the tenderness of your actions. The question you ask makes him cough and light up even more.

“Ah- I- Sorry- I-“ Yeah no. He can’t really give a good excuse to the blush on his face.

Rei

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Beefy post yet again!!! Please give me your thoughts on this I worked real hard >,<

Some of the drabbles gave me more trouble than others, like I was really stuck on Doppo’s for like a week LOL. I hope you enjoyed it though, imagining all these sweet soft moments makes me feel warm.

Currently also working on Akechi’s part to “lost you once” and it’s looking to be one of the longer fics I’ve written 😳😳😳

N E WAYS!!! I’ll see you guys later! Have a good day/night/afternoon, W HT EVER ‼️🥶🫵

[uniquelyuninspired]

All These Things, That No One Sees — Zoe x Mio

Summary- Mio is offended when she finds out that Zoe is covering the marks she left on her, and, of course, she decides that she has to do something about that.

Warnings- NSFW

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"Oh, come on! Don't do this to me, you little cutie!"

After the fourth time the lace slid from her fingers, Mio sighed and reached out her hand to carefully scratch the tiny head of Snowball, unable to stop the smile from spreading across her face at the sight of the kitten fighting her bootlace like it was the final boss of a video-game. As she continued scratching his head, she'd be lying if she tried to say that she didn't get absolutely lost in the soft fur behind the kitten's ears. "Seriously, how can something be so fucking soft?"

Electric-blue eyes looked up at her, and she immediately chuckled as she heard Zoe's voice in her head, reprimanding her: "Mio! They're just babies! Wash that foul mouth of yours!". Mio, of course, always gave her a look of disbelief and pointed out that they didn't speak, but inevitably she would just hold up her hands in surrender and promise to do better.

Surveying the room, she located a toy nearby and leaned over to snag it off the floor. She dangled it above Snowball's head to get his attention away from her boot before tossing it to the other side of the room. The plan worked perfectly, but she nearly ruined it by being too distracted by the kitten's cuteness to remember that she needed to work quickly. Shit! Reaching down, she hurried in tying her laces to mirror the other boot; the final thing she had needed to complete in order to be ready.

Now that she was thinking about the topic of being ready to leave, Mio realized that Zoe hadn't been shouting at her for the last ten minutes to move her ass faster. A little worried, she got to her feet and walked over to the bedroom door, pausing momentarily in attempt to pet the older cat lounging on the cat-stand.

Mio tossed up her hands in discouraged exasperation when Ice King shuffled away from her hand. "What have I ever done to you?"

She was fairly certain that it was solely because she wasn't Zoe, and honestly, she couldn't blame him; she was also disappointed when anyone who wasn't Zoe tried to touch her. Carefully, she held out her hand, letting him sniff her, and smiling when he promptly rubbed his chin against her fingertips. He liked her, he just had a bit of an attitude — "It's not an attitude, Mio. He's just regal!" — which couldn't have been more perfect, if she were being honest.

Giving Ice King a scratch under the chin, Mio called out, "Love?"

"Did you need something, dear?"

Having focused on her voice, she followed the direction she'd deduced it had come from. The bathroom door was open, so she rounded the corner and leaned her shoulder against the frame, allowing herself to fully appreciate her girlfriend from behind — one of her favorite things to do. After a brief internal struggle with herself, she lifted her gaze up to figure out what Zoe was doing that was, for the first time in their relationship, making her the one taking the longest to get ready.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!

"You know, it's kinda disrespectful you'd do that to me," Mio started playfully, though an actual frown settled over her features — unreasonable, she knew, but she couldn't stop it — "I put a lot of work into that art."

Zoe glanced at her through the mirror, eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion as she paused the personal attack against her. "What are you talking about, Mio?"

Pushing off of the door-frame, Mio walked up behind Zoe. Sliding her arms around her waist to flatten her hands against her lower-abdomen, she took advantage of her usual high-bun keeping her neck clear of hair to bring her lips to brush over her spine. After a delicate kiss, she shifted over to instead rest her chin down on the top of her shoulder. "You're erasing my hard work."

Realization sparked in Zoe's eyes, seconds before a small curve of her lips revealed an amused smile. "I'm sorry, are you actually pouting right now?"

"Damn right, I am. I left those marks for a reason, Zoe," Mio confirmed without hesitation — or even an ounce of shame. She lifted her lips to Zoe's ear and lowered her voice as she said, "So people would know you're mine."

"Mio." Zoe's voice was stern, a warning, when Mio's fingers crept lower.

Never breaking eye-contact with her in the mirror, Mio brought her hand back to a more appropriate area of her body, though she made sure to make her pout more obvious. As expected, Zoe shook her head in gleeful disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Mio, but none of the fans know we're together," Zoe began in explanation, dipping the sponge in the concealer again before bringing it up to the last spot on her neck. "And, if my memory serves me well, I believe it was your idea. What was it that you said again? 'They don't need to be in our business', was it?"

Well… shit. She couldn't exactly combat that. "Right," she drawled with a chuckle, sliding her hands back over Zoe's hips, then lightly over her back. "Well, I guess," she paused, in the hopes of creating anticipation as she dragged her lips over the back of Zoe's neck again, hovering over the thickest part where neck merged with shoulder, "I'll just have to make some more then."

Zoe immediately turned in her arms — before Mio could sink her teeth in — "Oh, you absolutely will not!" She grabbed hold of Mio's face, holding her in place as she stared into her eyes with an intensity that could melt her entire being. "It's unprofessional, Mio. That's why I always tell you to keep the marks where they can be easily covered up!"

"I don't ever hear you complain when I'm giving them to you!"

"It's kind of hard to focus when you're doing it!"

Mio's only response was a smirk of satisfaction.

"Oh, can it, you numpty."

Zoe lightly pushed Mio away, so Mio merely held up her hands as if in surrender, her smile only broadening as she backed her way out of the bathroom, leaving Zoe alone to continue her cruel task.

The book signing set-up wasn't anything too fancy, which was appreciated, and Mio made sure to scooch her chair as close to Zoe's as possible without it seeming alarming to other eyes. And she also found an appreciation in the fact that the curtain draped over the table reached the ground, completely blocking their legs from view and allowing her to slide her foot out to hook around Zoe's ankle — a touch to keep her anchored as she was pushed outside of her comfort zone. This was truly the part of the job that Zoe excelled at, whereas Mio really should just be excused from anything fan-related in the future due to how horrendous she was at socializing.

So many people. People she didn't know. All talking to her. Complimenting her. And often asking invasive questions.

It was easily her least favorite thing about being published.

The only time she could ever really respond without sounding like it physically hurt her were the times where someone complimented Zoe in front of her. She could always talk up her girlfriend with ease, and sometimes she couldn't shut up about her; it was honestly a wonder how she hadn't accidentally given them away. But Zoe thrived in these social situations, and Mio could only be grateful that she hadn't gotten published alone. If that had been the case, she likely would have drowned.

Almost subconsciously, she inched the slightest bit closer to Zoe, her pen tapping rapidly against her knuckles as she offered the next person in line what she desperately hoped was a welcoming smile. She felt Zoe shift and glanced over to see her leaning over to say something to their tour manager, who nodded before walking off. Mio kept her eyes on Zoe long enough to watch her settle back into her earlier position, her eyes lighting up as she greeted another fan, then she forced herself to focus back on her own tasks with a quiet apology to the current person for getting momentarily distracted. She finished signing their book, then quickly added a little doodle as an extra apology.

Then, Zoe's hand slid onto her leg, squeezing gently, and all of the anxiety washed away like Zoe's touch had opened the floodgate trapping it inside of her. She noted Zoe's lips curve into the slightest of knowing smiles, even as her attention never wavered from the guest in front of her and the book being offered to her. Releasing a long breath, Mio was able to greet the next few people in line with a little more energy, like Zoe was somehow feeding it into her.

Approximately twenty-minutes later, their manager reappeared and called out that they would be taking a minor break. Mio finished signing the book in front of her and handed it back to the fan, shifting around in her chair when Zoe's hand disappeared from her leg to find that Zoe had stood up and extended her hands to her. Taking them, she let Zoe help her to her feet, trying not to meet her gaze for fear of giving something away to the people watching them closely.

Suddenly, she was once again desperate to be behind closed doors and out from under scrutiny, but even more prominent was the overwhelming need to express her appreciation of her girlfriend. She had no clue how Zoe always seemed to know when she was getting anxious and descending into the dark places of her mind, yet she always knew when she needed a comforting touch or a reassuring smile, and Mio just really needed to kiss her — then again, she always needed to kiss her, it was a constant need.

Even though she was well aware that it might not be the safest thing to do, Mio let her guard down the second they were behind the closed door. Reaching forward, she quickly grabbed hold of Zoe's hand, stopping her momentum forward to instead tug her back toward her until their lips came together a little unceremoniously. She couldn't help but smile into the kiss when Zoe hummed in surprise against her lips, clearly having not expected the action.

"I really needed to do that," Mio announced, resting her forehead against Zoe's as she released a calming breath.

"I have no idea why, but I don't think I'll be putting in a complaint," Zoe replied with a giggle, bringing her hands up, one caressing her cheek while the other tucked her hair behind her ear. "Are you all right?"

"I am," Mio answered quietly, lifting her hand to trail her fingertips over Zoe's jawline, then down over her throat as an idea so mischievous that she should probably just ignore it entirely lit a fire in her mind. Unfortunately for both of them, the very second that she'd had the thought meant she would, in fact, be doing it, because now she couldn't think of anything else. But first…. Zoe had to be distracted enough for her to get away with it, so she said, "I'm gonna do it some more now, okay?"

"You don't have to announce it, beloved."

Twisting them around, she backed Zoe into the wall, pressing her body fully against her in order to pin her there as she claimed Zoe's lips with her own again, less clumsily this time. Zoe slid her hands into her hair, fingers threading into it to lightly tug as Mio deepened the kiss.

"A little much, don't you think?" Zoe questioned, breath hitching as Mio danced her hands over her body — hips first, then sides, then briefly teasing the underside of her breasts before dropping them down her abdomen slowly. "Mio… what are you doing?"

"Appreciating my wonderful girlfriend," Mio answered effortlessly, stealing another kiss before continuing. "Is that such a horrible thing to do?"

"That depends on intentions."

"Only honest ones, promise," Mio lied.

"Oh, why don't I believe you?" Zoe questioned suspiciously, though Mio felt her relax against her as she gently massaged her thumbs over the soft area between her hipbones.

"Because I never could fool you."

Bringing their lips back together and wasting no time in coaxing Zoe's apart so that she could slip her tongue into her mouth, she bunched the material at her hips in her fingers, tugging upward to lift her dress enough to easily sneak her hand underneath. Zoe gasped in surprise as Mio slid her hand over her, pressing her fingers delicately down over her clitoris to make lazy circles — an almost taunting touch that she knew would drive Zoe insane quickly and have her wanting more. Her hips shifted forward, and Mio used her other hand to pin them back to the wall, causing Zoe to whine in response to the silent order.

"Mio," Zoe broke the kiss, breathing heavily as her hands found a place on Mio's shoulders, "we can't do this here!"

"Who says we can't?" Mio asked playfully, applying more pressure.

"Common decency, Mio!" Zoe exclaimed in a hushed voice, though her hips sought her touch by pressing forward.

"Tell me to stop and I will," Mio dared, pulling her fingers up to dip beneath the waistband of her underwear, not venturing any farther until Zoe gave her the green-light. When Zoe didn't say either way, Mio prodded, "Zoe…?"

Zoe exhaled sharply, grabbing Mio's wrist and guiding her hand down as she pulled her head forward with the other to kiss her again. Smiling, Mio slid her fingers over Zoe, groaning lightly when she realized how slick she had already gotten.

"You're really into this, aren't you?" Mio asked mischievously, brushing her knuckle over her clit.

"Please just get on with it," Zoe breathed out against her lips, bringing her leg up to hook around Mio's body and pull her closer. Her voice softened with affection as she then said, "You drive me mad."

"Good."

That was all Mio said before pressing a finger up into Zoe and watching her eyes flutter shut as her lips parted with a soft sigh of pleasure. She started slow, letting her left hand venture up to knead her breast as she kissed her harder, rocking her finger back-and-forth as she held the bone of her palm against her clit, wanting to make her squirm a little. Teasing Zoe's bottom-lip with her teeth, Mio pulled her finger nearly all the way out before pressing back in, beginning a longer stroke with the slightest bit more force behind it, a smile reshaping her lips as Zoe released a strained breath and she realized exactly what she was doing.

Mio was not above using her extensive knowledge of her girlfriend to try to break that composure.

"You're doing such a great job," Mio praised, voice low as she pressed her lips to Zoe's jaw, "at keeping quiet."

Zoe moaned softly. "Don't talk to me like that right now!"

"Why not?" Mio questioned teasingly, crooking her finger on her next thrust in to coax a gasp from Zoe's lips. "Can you not handle it?"

Zoe released a huffed breath. "I can handle it!"

"Prove it, then," Mio whispered into her ear, bringing her ring finger up to join the other as she pulled out entirely, only to slide back into her again slowly. Knowing that Zoe could never resist a challenge, she then said, "You feel so good around my fingers, Zoe."

Zoe moaned again, and Mio chuckled as she watched her bite down on her own bottom-lip immediately after as her cheeks tinted with even more red in embarrassment from failing in the first few seconds. "You're really cruel."

"And you're really hot," Mio retorted easily, loving the way Zoe's brow creased as her fingers sank back in, beginning to pick up their earlier pace.

"Mio," Zoe breathed out quietly, hands moving back up to grab hold of nape of her neck, fingers digging in lightly. "We—. We don't have much time before—."

"I know," Mio interrupted with both words and action, snapping her wrist forward harder and smiling at the way Zoe's head fell back to rest against the wall.

"We shouldn't even—."

"I know that, too," Mio stated honestly. Still, she decided to tease a little bit more. "Do you want me to stop?"

She slowed her hand, and Zoe hissed out one of her still rare curses. "Bloody hell, Mio, if you stop right now, I swear I will have to strangle you!"

"Kinky," Mio said playfully — and likely far too triumphantly — as she started thrusting into her faster.

She suddenly remembered she'd had a plan in starting all of this, and though she deemed Zoe perfectly distracted now, Mio allowed herself more time admiring her facial expressions as she fucked her, finding herself lured in by the way she kept hold of her own bottom-lip as if she thought it would do her any good. Bringing her thumb back up to her clit, she lightly massaged as she brought her lips to Zoe's neck, keeping her touch gentle enough to contrast with the way her fingers were working into her.

"Mio, please," Zoe whined, somehow barely more than a whisper, "Let me…. I need to…."

"I'm not stopping you," Mio replied quietly, brushing her lips over an area she knew wasn't covered in make-up. "I actually highly encourage it. I, in fact, love feeling you unravel for me."

"Shut up! Shut up!" Zoe hissed, bringing one of her own hands up to press into her mouth just as another pleasing sound escaped from her at a particularly wicked thrust.

"As you wish," Mio said huskily against her skin before finally implementing her plan by sinking her teeth into a clear area low on her throat.

A muffled groan reached her ears as Zoe's nails dug harder into the back of her neck and her hips stuttered against her hand, a long, impressively quiet sound releasing from her throat as her muscles contracted around her fingers, letting her know to slow to a softer rocking movement to help extend her orgasm before easing her back to their here-and-now. Lifting her head, she pressed a kiss to Zoe's lips, loving the way she hummed against her lips as she returned the attention — and loving even more the way a quiet disappointed sound was breathed into her mouth when she pulled her fingers out of her. Careful to not let her hand touch Zoe's dress, she used her clean one to fix the waistband of her underwear before fitting her dress back down to cover her fully again.

A knock sounded at the door, causing them to separate from their kiss as the voice of their manager called out, "We're back in five, ladies!"

"Oddly perfect timing," Mio admitted with a mild amusement.

Zoe let out a groan in frustrated defeat. "I really don't know how you get me to agree to these shenanigans."

Mio laughed at her choice of wording, leaning her forehead against Zoe's and staring admiringly into grey eyes. "You should go get cleaned up."

"Oh, I hate you," Zoe sighed.

"No, you don't." Mio kissed the tip of her nose before pulling herself entirely away from her girlfriend. She gestured to the bathroom inside the room. "After you, my love."

"Don't try to sweet-talk your way out of being in trouble," Zoe warned, glaring at her as she passed.

Mio couldn't help but smile mischievously as she said, "Wouldn't dream of it."

She followed behind Zoe until they reached the bathroom, but paused just outside the door after she disappeared into the small room, knowing that the amount of trouble she would be in was about to increase tenfold when Zoe realized what she had done. Briefly, Mio debated finding another bathroom to wash her hands in before deciding to face the consequences of her actions proudly.

Sure enough, Zoe's horrified voice sounded through the door only shortly after she had entered. "MIO!"

"Yep," Mio said to herself, "she's definitely gonna kill me later."

[ventismacchiato]

40 behind the lens — paper rings !

scaramouche x g!n reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ time skip of three years ��ྂ

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ you and kuni graduate at the top of your respected classes and have been dating for almost five years now, known properly as the campus it couple

✰ neither of you moved in together until last year when everyone else started moving out of the shared content houses

✰ first xiaoae move out together, then childe, then heikazu, albenari, then ayaka going back home and venti living on his own

✰ living in the houses on your own was essentially a waste of money and space so jean ended your leases and you guys finally moved in together

✰ and after graduation, with jean’s help, you’re able to slide into the industry pretty easily with your large fanbases

✰ you start off as side characters that grow in popularity since your fans watch the shows and movies you star in just for you both

✰ i like to think kuni double majored in child psych along with film in case acting didn’t work out in his favor so he’s pretty and smart

✰ but since this is fiction it did work out for him cus dreams come true #livelaughlove

✰ id like to think star/you would also act but probably dials it down to direct full time instead

✰ you preferred to direct compared to acting so eventually you started to fund your own projects with kuni on your cast which helped you grow

✰ you try not to cast kuni in every one of your movies because then it’ll look like favoritism but he prefers to star in ones you direct

✰ you also get your friends to be extras a lot, most of the time it’s childe who begs you to let him be in the back for movies

✰ you guys probably don’t get engaged for a while despite living together, blaming it on scara’s commitment issues and the fact that your careers are your main focus

✰ alongside luna, your previous black cat, you probably adopt another white one alongside scara

✰ as for actor!scara headcanons imagine scara on hot ones, that one show on youtube, and he has a straight face the entire time as he eats the hottest wings and answers questions about you

✰i think he’d have a lot of fun on shows like that, example would be eat it or spill it by jimmy fallon, he would annihilate them

✰ he probably does all his own stunts, always giving you a heart attack as you see him falling from heights on harnesses, sometimes he convinces the staff to fool you into thinking he actually got hurt due to a broken rope as he plummets to the ground

✰ he does it so much that there’s enough content for ‘scara pretending to die in front of yn for ten minutes straight’ compilations

✰ you guys probably stream when you can but not as much with your jobs, i think star doing behind the scenes vlogs of you and scara together would be so cute though

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ was a communications major so he’s the PR manager for scara and you after graduating

✰ yes i know technically jean could do this but she has enough on her plate! i’m just thoughtful like that #feminist

✰ constantly trying to prevent you guys from getting into scandals, which is hard when scara cannot keep his opinions to himself

✰ aether probably has a heart attack everytime scara goes off to do interviews since scara always ignores the pre written answers and goes on tangents, which his fans love but twitter not so much

✰ xiao as an animator wud be so sexy guys. like walk with me here imagine an operation true love anime after the drama and webtoon are a hit so he gets to animate for the anime and storyboards with albedo

✰ i’m tryna intertwine all of them even after they graduate can you tell

✰ as for him and aether they probably tie the knot a little while after graduating, small wedding with just close friends and family

✰ xiao would edit one of those pretty wedding videos that youtubers do

✰ but they don’t film the entire wedding for their channels cus they gotta gatekeep

✰ id say xiao probably still streams but he mainly just draws with music in the background or works on his stardew town with aether

✰ xiao probably strains his wrist a lot from all the work he does so at promotion events he’s always wearing a brace on his hand

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ okay in this au let’s all pretend he’s the creator of operation true love cus rmbr he’s a writing major and a huge romantic

✰ like how sexy is that, obviously it does well cus all his fans all read it and so it gets turned into a drama

✰ directed by you of course starring kuni as eunhyuk

✰ he’s still head over heels and throwing up in love with heizou, they probably adopt a cat together when they move in together

✰ i imagine if kazuha ever wrote a murder mystery novel he’d have heizou read it to decipher if the culprit was too easy to figure out

✰ nothing really exciting about heizou’s major in this au, he probably just becomes a detective and streams on the side, known as kazuha’s partner in the entertainment industry and attends all the events when he can

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ obviously goes into the art industry, works on a lot of graphic novels and novel covers and sometimes album covers

✰ when kazuha’s work gets turned into mangas or graphic novels he always does the art for it

✰ he probably paints nari’s favorite flowers for him and they adorn their house’s walls

✰ i’d say he doesn’t stream as much anymore but if he does it’s probably just him doing commissions with music in the background

✰ nari’s major is also not exciting in this au, probably becomes a forest ranger or a college professor

✰ albedo builds him a greenhouse in the back of their house for him

✰ the type to bring hurt animals home and fosters them back to health

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

childe

✰ stealing from my pookie mrbeast for inspo

✰ he probably does stuff like has a whole business for his videos and side hustles like merch and a food company

✰ like maybe he and diluc collab to make an energy drink or something

✰i mentioned he fancies diluc like once in a previous chapter so that’s why he’s with diluc who streams a little

✰ they probably met properly at another twitch con or creator event

✰ very wow factor oriented like he does more than just stream games, he prefers to work on big challenge videos and loves giving away money

✰ like he would host those extreme hide-and-seek challenges with all his youtuber/streamer friends in weird locations and get them to do weird dares with him

✰ i think heizou would win those types of videos most of the time, whereas scara barely tries and still seems to almost win

✰ diluc probably does one stream a month because it’s not his entire focus, probably also a business major and just appears in childe’s videos once in a while

✰ how cute would it be if childe was always at his 110% in videos and extra hyper to make them more entertaining but when diluc joins him he’s more calm and cute

venti

✰ his streaming fanbase gives him a jumpstart in his music career yk how it is

✰ does a bunch of osts for shows and movies. still streams but also is a popular musician

✰ not an idol 😍🤞 has to be a little different than jptp but does start out by opening for tours and makes it on billboard

✰ i do think he’d eventually do a world tour though on his own and stray away from streaming to focus on his music, would probably just upload vlogs if anything

✰ does the operation true love ost so everyone is working tgt and he’s single in this au cus #singlerep

ayaka

✰ honestly i don’t care what happens to ayaka she’s just there ig

✰ keep doing what ur doing queen! i’ll support you from all the way over here!

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

yes i’m using yeonjun as scaras face 🤞

also sorry if this isn’t as in depth as the jptp one i’m just tryna wrap this fic up ☠️

author’s notes — just like jptp i just wanted to do a bunch of headcanons :] this is how i envision their future and if u don’t agree talk to the wall cus idc 😊

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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Memories: The Drew Barrymore Show (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

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Even if the premiere was the day before, and the only thing you wanted to do was sleep there was still media to be done, and that was going to the Drew Barrymore Show, you also had a zoom interview with Dead Meat the next month

Fortunately, you knew Drew since you were a child and Jack met her a few days ago, so the interview was going to be relaxed, and at first it was going to be a small part on the show and at last time they added a small game

Even though you wanted to sleep a little more, you and your team arrived earlier because they had to get you ready, and basically you were running on a Gotham Mocha and a Mermaid Acaí Bowl from a local coffee shop, and a Red Bull you grabbed from the kitchen room hotel was waiting for you in case you need it

Even though you were dressed in a long sleeved corset top, black leather shorts, black ankle boots, a golden necklace and golden earrings along with your ear piercings, and the team was straightening your hair and doing your make up, you were so asleep in the chair that you didn't hear when Jack and Anna arrived, nor even when Jack took a photo of both of you and a video doing a close up of your face

And instead of waking you up, they let you sleep a bit more, while Jack was getting ready

"At what time did you arrived?", Anna asked seeing your sleeping form curled in the make up chair

"We woke up at six a.m., we left the hotel at eight and grabbed breakfast, then we arrived and as soon as she finished her breakfast and got dressed, she fell asleep", Nora explained, "But she brought a Red Bull so she'll be awake by the time the interview arrives"

About half an hour later, a member of the staff anounced that you had to be in the set in ten minutes, meaning that your nap was coming to an end

"Angel, time to wake up", Anna said slightly shaking you up, "It's time for the interview"

"Hi", you yawned, "Good morning, what time is it?"

"It's interview time", Jack exclaimed giving you a kiss on the head, "Good morning, gorgeous"

"Good morning, babe", you smiled intervining your hands, "By the way, can someone pass me my Red Bull, please?"

During the whole ten minutes until both of you had to appear on camera, you drank the entire can of Red Bull and shared some sips with Jack since he was starting to fall asleep

"Hi guys, I'm so happy to see both of you", Drew exclaimed when both of you walked into the set, "You look amazing"

"Hi, auntie Drew", you greeted hugging her, "I missed you"

"I missed you too, I love the outfit", Drew complimented you before hugging Jack, "Hi, Jack"

"Hi, Drew", Jack answered, "Thank you for having us"

"At the contrary, I'm happy that both of you are here", Drew said, "So, what are we going to do is that we'll have a full interview and then we'll had a small Scream themed game"

Aproaching the small living room, both of you sat next to each other where it was indicated while the microphones were arranged, and Drew sat at the other end of the sofa

"We are joined today by two of the stars of the new fantastic film, I feel very lucky to have seen it, Scream VI, that's right, they are one of the publics favorite couples at the moment, she is a fashion icon in the making and daughter of the OG Ghostface, he is a cat dad to Butters, by the way I've been checking Butters instagram account, everybody, is Y/N Ulrich and Jack Champion!", Drew exclaimed causing applauses from the audience and both of you to smile at them, "Hi guys, welcome! I'm so happy that you are here with us"

"We are happy to be here", you smiled, "Thank you for inviting us"

"The moment I knew both of you were on the press list I knew you had to be here", Drew exclaimed, "Y/N, I've known you since you were a little girl, but Jack, we met just a few days ago"

"So, I was literally walking to go to Times Square with the directors Matt and Tyler, and then there was like some kind of filming thing, and then someone was like 'oh yeah, Drew Barrymore is filming' and I was like 'wait, what?', and my mom is like 'yeah, she's to your right', and I was like 'what' and you were just right there", Jack explained with enthusiasm

"And I said 'hello, I'm Casey Becker'"

"Yeah, you said you're Casey Becker", Jack nodded, "And then at first I was like 'Casey Becker? Oh my God Scream!' And it was so cool and random"

"And Y/N", Drew turned to look at you at what you smiled sweetly, "I can't believe how much you've grown, the first time we've met was when you and your siblings were less than ten years old, and now you are here sitting with us, I can't believe it"

"A lot of time has passed", you nodded

"I remember that your first aproach to Scream was your siblings putting a smaller version of the Ghostface costume on you", Drew continued at what you nodded, "And now you are part of the franchise, how does it feel?"

"It feels like a full circle moment", you responded, "Like, this franchise is part of my family, I watched the first four movies at eight years old, so being able to finally be part of it feels really special"

"Now, can any of you tell me anything about the movie?", Drew asked

"Oh, well, it takes place in New York, which is a big, exciting thing", Jack responded

"It's the first time they've done this", Drew commented

"Yeah, it's crazy", Jack nodded, "It's kinda like a new psycothic playground for Ghostface, you could say"

"And the fact that in the previous films the locations were Woodsboro and it's surrondings was like a small area, and now in the big city, you can find Ghostface in any part of the city", you mentioned

"Talking about big things, both of you are in a high right now, I mean, things are really going well, Jack, you had like, one day you got in Avengers, and another part in the same day", Drew exclaimed, "Tell us about that"

"Well, I was, I think I was like twelve years old and, like, I came home from my nanas, and my mom was like 'So I have some good news, you got the role, the small role in Avengers Endgame, and then you also got the screen test for Avatar, so we're gonna fly to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to LA' ans I had never been on the West Coast before, and I was like 'Oh my God', and now we live there"

"I mean, Avengers, Avatar, Scream", Drew listed, "And let's not forget about you, Y/N, and for those who don't now, my dear niece here, apart of being a content creator and model, participated in a lot of plays during her school years, do you mind telling us which roles you'd play?"

"Of course", you exclaimed, "I was Plumette in Beauty and the Beast, Sandy in Grease, Vanessa in The Little Mermaid, Matilda in Matilda, Eva in Bring It On, Penny in Hairspray, Cosette in Les Mis, Graziela in West Side Story, Chris Hargenssen in Carrie, and Sophie in Mamma Mia, even though we couldn't performed it properly because of COVID"

"You played a lot of multi-facetic and amazing roles", Drew pointed, "Which was your favorite?"

"Every single one has it's challenges, and I love playing them all, but I'm chosing Chris Hargenssen", you responded, "It was the role that I wanted with all my soul, I read the book multiple times, I watched all the version of Carrie including the sequel, listened to the soundtrack a lot of times, watched bootlegs of plays, so it was one of my most wanted roles"

"And if the opportunity to play it again, this time on a big stage, would you do it?"

"Of course, even though I want to become a VFX make up artist"

"Guys, both of you have a very bright future ahead of you, and I can't wait to be able to see it", Drew concluded with a motherly smile, "Ladies and gentleman, Jack Champion and Y/N Ulrich, Scream VI will be avaliable worldwide on march tenth, be sure to get your tickets, and don't change the channel because we will be playing a game in a few moments!"

Between the applauses of the public, the filming ended while the crew arranged the area for the game

"You know, I'm glad you are wearing shorts because of the game we are going to play", Drew said

"Auntie Drew, you are scaring me", you joked

A few minutes later, the three of you were standing in front of a Twister mat taped on the floor so it doesn't move while playing, and due to that, your hair was in a low ponytail, Jack wasn't wearing his BODE 'Winter Garden' shirt and neither of you were wearing your respective shoes (your socks that time were dinosaur themed)

"I'm fearing for the integrity of my Yves Saint Laurent shorts", you joked before start

"This is not a good idea after a night out", Jack nodded, "By the way, if we end up like one on top of another, I would preffer if you are in the top, if we fall at one point"

Looking at him with heart eyes, you got more closer to him to leave a kiss on his cheek while he circled your waist to help you to reach his height, which left him with brown lipstick in his cheek that he didn't care to clean when the filming started again

"We are back, and now we are going to play a game with Jack and Y/N, stars of Scream VI", Drew exclaimed, "Now, we are going to test your knowledge on the saga, but playing Twister, you'll have to answer ten questions, either of you can answer it or both at the same time, the important thing is to say it correctly, everything clear?"

When both of you nodded, Drew spinned the spinner to start the game

"Left hand red", Drew instructed at what both of you did the action, "First question, what was used as blood in the first movie?"

"Corn syrup and red food dye", you responded quickly

"That's correct", Drew nodded spinning the wheel again, "Left foot yellow, Roger L. Jackson is famously known for being the voice of Ghostface, but he also has another popular character in an animated series, which character is that?"

"Mojo Jojo of The Powerpuff Girls", Jack answered

"Correct; right foot red, which of the movies has the most deads of the franchise?"

For a moment both of you went silent remebering the deaths of all the movies

"It's the fourth one", Jack almost screamed, "Fourteen deaths"

"You gus are good in this", Drew pointed out, "Left hand blue, name every Ghostface from the first five movies"

"Billy, Stu, Nancy, Mickey, Roman, Jill, Charlie, Amber and Richie", you said quickly

"Perfect; left foot blue, which number of kill was my character, Casey Becker?"

"Second on screen, and third off screen", you said again, "By the way, sorry about what dad's character did to yours"

"Don't worry sweetie, it wasn't your fault; right foot green, how many times did Wes Craven rejected the project before accepting to direct it?"

"Two times", Jack responded

"Correct, you can do this kids, only four questions left; right hand red, what was going to be the original title of the saga?"

"Scary Movie", Jack answered again

"Left foot yellow, the sorority on Scream 2 also served as another house in another 90's movie, which movie is that?"

"Matilda, Trunchbull's house", you exclaimed

"Right foot blue, what is the song that sounds in every movie, except the fourth?"

"Red right hand by Nick Crave", Jack responded

"Guys, we are in the last question", Drew anounced causing the applauses of the audience, "Right hand green, what is the kill count in the franchise?"

"Holy cow", you sighed already feeling your arms failing out

"Think wisely, and remember all the movies", Drew adviced

Talking in low voice, both of you started to remember the movies and also the Dead Meat Kill Counts of the saga

"Fifthy! It's fifthy", both of you screamed at the same time

"That's correct", Drew exclaimed, "You won!"

Relieved that the game was over, Jack who was on the bottom of the strange tangled position laid down on the floor before you did the same thing but on top of his back, and then standing up to catch air again

"And here are your trophies", Drew exclaimed again as someone from the staff apeared with two bowie knives with the blade in gold, "Thank you so much for being here with us, Scream VI will be avaliable worldwide this friday so go get your tickets! Have a nice day everyone!"

With the last goodbyes, the filming ended with the applauses of the audience, and when the interview and game came out, it became viral on Twitter and Tik Tok

[magicxc]

Pillow Talk

Pairings: Survey Corps x Black Reader - Things They Say In Bed

Word Count: 640

Warnings: just a tad bit of FUCKING

A/N: I’ve been directly inspired by the girlies and their idea of what these 2D men be saying in bed. I wanted to create my own version of that, but it turned out totally different than what I was going for; and for good reason too - cause this was so much fun!! Who had your favorite saying?

Headcannons Masterlist

Eren  - “a relationship should be 50/50. I give you my last name and you scream my first.”

You were praying to the high heavens that this wasnt your proposal. Knees touching your shoulders, Eren had the tendency to get lost in the sauce; uttering things he surely didn't mean, like the time he promised to bring you back the moon and the stars from outer space. 

Levi - “when did you realise the y in ‘your girl’ is silent?”

Eyes brimmed over with tears and mascara running, Levi couldn't have found you prettier than in this very moment. It's something about the drool slathered across your chin and your messy hair that looked so raw, so authentically pleasing. His dick slid past your lips once more, your cheeks hallowed and tongue flat. The bright light of the flash signaled that he was indeed recording; sending the video straight to Kenny you assumed. But you couldn’t be bothered to care. This can either go terribly wrong or terribly right. 

Erwin - “the baby factory is about to get its first employee.”

Hips tilted on pillows and legs wrapped around his waist, Erwin holds you like that for a little while longer trying his best to make sure that his seed takes. Small kisses get placed on your cheek, lips, and neck. Heavily sighing in content, it dawns on you that you could absolutely fall asleep like this. 

Connie - “if hot women are going to lie, it should at least be on top of me.”

Lmfao he's so damn dramatic. All this because girls night went a little longer than expected. You’d promise Connie a movie together when you came home, but things took a little longer than expected and it was too late. All he had the energy for now was cuddles; unable to fall asleep unless half your body was draped over his. 

Jean - “I've never kissed under the cameltoe or whatever it is that Santa said.”

On bended knee, Jean’s face stood eye to eye with your kitty cat. Mahogany legs on full display as you adorned his favorite black chemise set, he couldn't help but beg for a taste before you headed to bed for the night. You knew you’d be a bit of a tease wearing this to sleep, but the set was sexy and you really wanted the chance to enjoy your lingerie without having it ripped off of you. Just a taste though, you thought. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. But you knew better! Because although that's how it always started, that’s rarely where it ended. 

Onyankopon - “the only thing another nigga can take from me is notes.” 

His calloused palm pressed harder into your ass cheek, your face smushed deep into the pillows. The relentless driving of Ony’s hips into yours is another stark reminder that you were his and only his. This is surely the last time you’d ever dream of entertaining another man. 

Reiner - “if you dont have my children can you still be my mommy?”

Mommy kink alert!! Who would've thought that Reiner had a mommy kink? Who would’ve thought that it’d turn you on? Either way, the driving of his fingers into your cunt just got drenched in your approval. 

Armin - “we can watch the movie or make a movie.”

Is this not the meaning of Netflix and chill? Armin considers himself intelligent, but he couldnt have felt slower in this moment. Thankfully your endless cackling had put him to ease. However, his question did get you thinking. 

Floch - “my ears are always sore because your absence is so loud.”

Wrapped tightly in his arms, Floch languidly thrusts into you; his lips touching the shell of your ear as he professes his love. While this had started out as a fling, suddenly he was becoming too much to resist.

[sleepy-frog-lady]

FROG LADY’S TOP TEN BEASTS:

(btw if one animal is the domesticated version of another then I counted them as the same cuz it makes the list feel less redundant)

#1 Bear:

These guys are so big and fluffy. I wanna hug one so bad. There’s this video of a bear just sitting next to a guy and it’s my favorite thing ever. I’m so jealous. I also fed a baby bear once!! Out of a baby bottle!! At Yellowstone!! It was dope. They’re also kind of scary, which is good. It makes me feel like if I could convince one to trust me, then it would keep me safe.

#2 Wolf (and dogs):

This is really a classic pick all around. They’re a good mix or edgy and cute, which are the two essential traits of a good beast to me. This is a very social and friendly beast, I feel, although they can be untrusting of humans at times. One of my most fond memories is feeding a sheep liver to wolves. Really quintessential to my development. Dogs lean more into the cuteness than the edginess but they really make it work.

#3 African Wild Cat (and domestic cats):

These gentlemen are absolutely delightful. They just look like domestic cats but longer. They’re so cute. I learned about them very recently so I don’t have much to say about them, but I have rapidly become quite fond of them. I like domestic cats too! They have a very wide spectrum of slightly spooky to violently cute and silly. I think that’s good.

#4 Ravens:

Honestly, I can’t tell the difference between ravens and crows so I just picked the one with the cooler name. I love these guys. They’re edgy cranked up to 11, at least at first glance. Very spooky, Halloween vibes. They’re also really really smart! They use tools, they remember people, and they communicate with each other. Did you know, that they’re also silly :3? Ravens have been observed rolling down snowy hills just for fun. I love that for them

#5 Rats (and mice):

This might be the single cutest entry on this list. I don’t understand how anyone is afraid of them cuz they’re just little tiny guys. They make happy noises when you tickle them! (Although these noises have to be pitched down to be audible to humans). And sometimes they grab food with their little hand while they nibble it! This is also probably the beast that humans have put in the most situations over the years. Honestly some of it makes me feel pretty bad for them. One time they made a rat with snake genes, and it just didn’t grow legs. I’m sad now. I’m going to stop talking about this.

#6 Elk:

This is a bit of a wildcard in this list, as it might be the only entry that isn’t all that cute or edgy. Instead, they have a real elegant and mysterious aura about them. They intrigue me. I would like to have a conversation with one. I also associate them a lot with when I lived in Colorado, which makes me even more fond.

#7 Pigeon:

I’m back on my cutesy shit. They guys are ADORABLE. I love the kind of absent look on their faces. I love the way the walk (and I often mimic it when I see them). I think these guys get an unfairly bad reputation. They’re so cool, and honestly, the subtle green on their necks is very pretty. They also tend to be used to humans so they might let you get pretty close to them or even touch them. I have a friend who regularly befriends and picks up pigeons. She’s very cool, and I send her pictures of birds whenever I see them.

#8 Sheep:

I used to ask my friends what animal their fursonas would be, cuz I think it’s a fun and silly question to ask people who mostly had never thought about it before. This naturally led to many of them asking me the same question, to which I didn’t have a good answer. After much deliberation, I eventually reached the conclusion that my fursona would be a sheep. Anyways, sheep are cute! Very fluffy, very social, and I love their baaaaa sounds. Good beast.

#9 Whale Sharks:

When I was young, I lived in Georgia for a few years, and I would often visit the Atlanta aquarium. In this aquarium, there is a glass tunnel surround and all sides by water and marine life. The grandeur and majesty of watching whale sharks swim peacefully overhead cannot be overstated. It was magical. It would only be years later that I learned that this was the biggest aquarium in the world, and that no other aquarium I would ever visit could quite capture that same magic.

#10 Frog:

I really expected these guys to end up higher on the list! I feel like they’re a big part of my brand, and yet they’re all the way down here. I still love these guys though. I like how slimy they look, and I like that they really small and cute, or really big and sage-like. I like that they jump far and have really long freaky tongues. I wish I had a long freaky tongue, honestly. They’re also very vocal, which is cool when you’re in their home but less cool when they’re in yours. When I was in Oklahoma City, I had to take frogs out of my apartment sometimes. Never figured out how they got in.

Honorable mentions:

* Hyena: they’re kind of dogs to me. Also they laugh funny. And I like that the males are small and submissive. Yay femdom (?)

* Fruit bat: ughhh talk about a perfect cute-edgy combo. They look so precious when they eat, by the way.

* Cow: these guys used to be my favorite! I’m shocked they fell down this low. They are very cute tho. I want to pet one

* Koi fish: these guys are very elegant and I really really like imitating the way they go “pop pop pop” with their mouths

[gnabnahc317cb97]

Teasing Poppy

Lee Minho x Thick reader

Word count: 7.3k

Synopsis: Your beloved grandfathers death triggers a downward spiral in your life that your new neighbor Minho seemes intent on fueling. Lines get crossed that shouldn't be and you start to avoid him at all costs, until you run into a little problem and Minho is the only one you can ask for help.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Strong language/swearing, mentions of cancer and death, oral (m&f receiving), fingering/jacking off, "dry" humping, protected piv sex (use your head and condoms please!), praise/pet names (beautiful, kitten of course), slight Minho dom/MC sub dynamic if you squint. I think that's everything but if I missed anything at all please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings immediately.

It was so easy being ten. Walking through your grandfather’s greenhouse, looking at the beautiful blooms of all the different flowers as he watered his plants, sprayed leaves, checked soil pH.

He was a botanist by passion and profession, the top in his field, and you were his little assistant, you had been since you could say flower. If you weren’t in school, or doing homework, you were with your grandfather in the dirt. Learning about *magnoliophyta and *tracheophyta.

You didn’t really have any friends. You were an awkward kid. Chubby and kind of nerdy. While other kids rode bikes, had sleep overs, and played video games, you would much rather be learning about the classification and proper soil drainage for a California poppy with your grandfather.

Any poppy in fact, all poppies. They were your favorite; your grandfather knew and that’s why he called you Poppy, his little poppy plant. He adored you, tended to you like you were another beautiful flower in his garden, helping you grow. He was everything to you, your whole world.

Being ten was easy. This, this was hell. Standing at your grandfather’s casket, completely covered and surrounded by flowers from friends and family sending their condolences. Flowers that usually would bring you a sense of comfort but no longer did because your whole world was crumbling.

Your mom and dad, they were there and did their best to console you but it didn’t really matter. You had been on auto pilot through the whole ordeal, just numb, still in shock that he was actually gone. The cancer had spread so quickly, he had deteriorated so fast. You thought you still had time. You thought you would see it coming, you'd get to say goodbye and hold his hand.

You had been out of town. Speaking at a college to an auditorium full of hopeful youths wanting to be the next great scientists in your field, botany, like your grandfather of course. He was so proud that you had gotten asked to speak. He hadn’t been feeling well just before the trip and you told him you weren’t going to go but he would let you do no such thing.

So, you went. You could still hear the applause as you walked off stage finally able to check your phone. When you saw dozens of missed calls from your mother, you knew.

When you got home from the funeral that day you took every poppy plant you had in your little apartment, which was a surprising number really, and donated them to a nearby nursery. The first day back from your trip after your grandfather had died you wanted to smash them all in a rage but you knew how he was and he would be disappointed in you if you took a beautiful healthy plant and destroyed it. So instead, you cried yourself to sleep that night. The night after the funeral too. Most nights really.

About two weeks after your grandfather’s funeral a new neighbor moved in on your floor. When you saw him carrying boxes into his apartment your first impression was based solely on appearance and he was extremely handsome, like ridiculously so. His eyes and nose were sharp and yet there seemed to be a softness about him, you weren’t sure why, maybe because of the three cats you saw him take in to his place in carriers.

Not much had changed from your childhood, you were still awkward and chubby and with your grandfather gone, now more than ever, you preferred solitude. You didn’t stop to say hi or introduce yourself as you walked past the new neighbor to leave to see your parents.

Your mother had insisted you start coming once a week for dinner with her and your father. Your grandfather’s passing had reminded her that you only get so much time with your family and she wanted to see you more often. Your mother had never asked for much from you, always letting you run off with your granfather doing this and that, because of that you agreed.

So, you were leaving to go to her weekly dinner and walking past your new neighbor who you refused to even look at the closer you got. He looked over the boxes he was carrying and saw you just as you were passing him.

“Oh heyyy.” You stopped and hesitated to turn around because; why would he be talking to you? You didn’t know each other and the color beige is more noticeable than you.

“You live up that way yea?” You faced him this time when he spoke and pointed at yourself.

“Me?” He scoffed and laughed.

“No, the supermodel behind you, yes you.” Your second impression of him was that he was snarky and rude. You shook your head answering him that yes you did.

“Great! Should I be over for dinner when I’m done unpacking then?” Your eyebrows scrunched together.

“Excuse me?” He smirked, cocking one of his sharp eyebrows at you.

“Well, you seem like the type that cooks well. I’ll be hungry. I like pasta or chicken would be oka-...” Was... was he making fun of your weight?! He hadn’t even introduced himself! What an ass! You thought to yourself. You turned and walked away unwilling to let him finish his teasing remarks.

“Is that a no?!” He called after you and laughed a little as he took the boxes he had into his new apartment and you continued on with your dinner plans, thoroughly irritated by the first meeting with your arrogant new neighbor.

Your next run in with him didn’t fare much better or any other after for that matter. You had managed to learn that his name was Minho and he had cats. That was all you knew and honestly all you wanted to know. Every time you saw him, he always had a smart-ass remark or teased you. It got under your skin which seemed to just fuel him. You didn’t know why he had zeroed in on you but he was relentless.

It had been a particularly rough morning for you. Everything you saw reminded you of your grandfather that day. You decided to put on a floral printed dress that you didn’t wear often for just that reason, it was one of your grandfather’s favorites but it reminded you of fond memories so, you decided to wear it to run your errands for the day.

When you were on your way out you ran into Minho in the hall yet again. It was like he staked you out or something. You were always coming or going at the same time it seemed. If you were on your way in, he was leaving, you were heading out, he was just getting home. ALWAYS! This day was no different apparently. You were just going to ignore him and walk past when he called out to you.

“Hey y/n?!” You stopped and turned to him against your better judgement.

“Yes?��� You spoke flatly. The way your morning had been you didn’t have the energy to fake pleasantries, especially not with Minho.

“Nice dress.” You were shocked. That was the first time Minho had ever said anything that wasn’t sarcastic or borderline insulting. He complimented you, actually complimented you! You wouldn never tell him but you were glad to hear the compliment from him, you really needed it after how the morning had been. Then his eye brow quirked and that smirk crept onto his face.

“Very Little House on the Prairie chic.” He laughed at his own joke and you could feel the beginning of tears prick your eyes. You weren’t giving him the satisfaction of seeing you cry that was for damn sure. You turned and walked away from him while he called after you.

“Come on! y/n! That was...” The stairwell door slammed closed behind you, cutting Minho off.

“A joke...” Minho said, even though you were long out of ear shot. It was just a joke. When you walked past him that day you looked great in your dress but you also looked upset, well you always looked down but especially so that day. So, he tried to make you laugh.

That’s all Minho ever tried doing. Getting you to loosen up and laugh a little, you always looked so serious. When he had first seen you the day he moved in, his attempt at flirting and asking your out for dinner had epically failed. Minho had a weird sense of humor and tended to deliver his jokes rather dryly so, sometimes they came off as rude or his genuine thoughts when they were not.

Minho decided maybe it was time to try a different approach, he needed to find out something you did or you liked so he could bring that up instead of trying to land jokes that clearly, failed. He sought out the help of the old lady that lived on the same floor as the two of you. She had practically fallen in love with Minho and his three cats as soon as he had moved in.

The next time he saw her he managed to casually bring you up in conversation and she mentioned a couple of things. She knew you liked gardening with your grandfather and that he called you Poppy because it was your favorite flower. She knew you worked from home quite a bit but traveled from time to time also but she wasn’t sure what exactly you did for a living and you stuck to yourself mostly. She’d never seen any friends coming or going only your grandfather mostly and your parents on occasion.

Perfect that was the in Minho needed. The flowers. Minho did some research and found a nearby nursery that happened to have a bunch of different poppies in stock. He asked if they would set one aside for him and he left immediately to pick it up.

It was a Himalayan blue poppy apparently from what the owner of the nursery said. Minho thought it was pretty. He could see why it was your favorite. He saw a pretty blue pot that matched the color of the flower and decided to get that along with some potting soil. He would put it in the new pot and figure out a subtle way to give it to you.

When Minho got back home, he got started on transferring the plant into the new pot immediately. He had just gotten a little dirt in the pot and taken the poppy plant out of the old planter when you came walking out of the building.

You saw Minho and tried to ignore his presence as you walked past him making some kind of mess. As you started to pass him, he didn’t say anything to you. He always had a little quip to throw at you but today was the first time he didn’t. You chanced accidently getting his attention by glancing over and saw your Meconopsis Betonicifolia you had gotten rid of in his hands as he started to put it in a pot with zero drainage holes in the bottom.

You remembered exactly when you had gotten Blue, your Himalayan poppy. It was a graduation gift from your grandfather when you had finished high school and announced you would be going to university and majoring in plant biology, just like him.

When you saw Minho go to throw more dirt into the pot you walked over stopping him.

“No, no, no do you have any idea what you're doing?” Minho hadn’t heard you come out so when you walked up behind him, you caught him off guard. He wasn’t ready for you to see the plant yet and he definitely wasn’t ready for you to know it was for you.

“Wha-” You cut him off.

“There are no drainage holes in that pot, do you even have any rocks in the bottom to prevent over saturated soil and root rot? You want moist but well drained soil for that kind of plant and the soil should be acidic to neutral. You should really do your research on a plant before committing to buying one especially one as temperamental as Meconopsis Betonicifolia.” Minho looked at you absolutely gob smacked. The way you just rattled off all that information was impressive and the way you talked about plants like they were pets was endearing. Clearly gardening wasn’t just a light hobby for you.

“Holy shit what are you THE plant nerd of the whole fucking universe!?” Your face contorted, then turned into a frown and you scoffed.

“You’re such an asshole all the time, whatever, just don’t plant it in that, you’ll kill it.” You mumbled, rolled your eyes and walked away. Minho wanted to say something but everything he said always seemed to be wrong, so he just let you go. You decided you were going to do everything in your power to avoid Minho at all costs from then on. He was just so crass and teased you all the time. It was like he couldn’t be serious, or nice for that matter.

You had been successful at avoiding Minho for a whole week. Well into your second Minho free week you had been doing well. Still not great but not tormented on top of being miserable. You were doing well until your mom’s weekly dinner. Apparently a little before he had passed away, your grandfather had written you a letter. Your mother wanted to wait to give it to you until you seemed better and that night at dinner was when she decided it was time.

The letter sat on your counter, unopened. You weren’t sure if you could open it. You didn’t know if it would ever be time. It sat there for days after your mother had given it to you, taunting you.

At the end of your second Minho free week, you got a knock at your door. When you opened it, you found Blue on your door step; in the same blue pot you had told Minho wasn’t right for the plant the last day you had seen him. Had he not listened to a word you said about this pot? This plant? Or did he do it on purpose to get at you for ignoring him? It made your blood boil. You avoided him and he still managed to taunt and tease you.

You picked up the plant and brought it inside. You wanted to go over to his apartment and tell him off but you knew all that would happen is you would lose it on him and he’d get the satisfaction of seeing all his hard work pay off. No way.

You sat the plant on the counter by the letter from your grandfather and went to get in the shower. You had hoped a nice hot shower would relax you, calm the anger bubbling inside but what it did was give you more time to think, stew, and get angrier. By the time you got out of the shower you had convinced yourself you had to confront Minho RIGHT then.

You put on your kimono robe, grabbed the plant, and stormed out of your apartment to give him the ass chewing he deserved. By the time you got to his door ready to pound on it, the haze of anger had already started to lift and you stopped yourself before your fist made contact with his door.

You looked down at yourself, still half wet from your shower, in a floral silk kimono that didn’t do much to hide your... assets, holding a potted plant like a baby on your hip. You came to your senses and quickly made your way back to your own apartment. When you grabbed the handle of your door it wouldn’t turn.

“You. Have. GOT! To be SHITTING ME!” You, in the midst of your blind rage, walked out of your locked apartment with no keys and there was only one thing you could do about it without calling the super or a locksmith, both of which were timely and a head ache you didn’t want to deal with.

You walked back down to Minho’s door and knocked, still holding Blue. When Minho opened the door and saw you standing there in a little silk robe, towel dried hair, fresh faced and a little flushed from your hot shower still, his eyes went wide. When his mouth fell open to say something you put up your hand and interrupted whatever insult you were sure he was priming.

“I don’t want to hear whatever little dig you have. I’m locked out of my apartment. My patio door is unlocked I just need to climb over from yours. So please will you let me on your patio so I can get inside my apartment?” Minho kept his mouth shut while you explained. It had been two weeks since he’d seen you.

He didn’t really get to see you much to begin with and he had missed the small interactions he’d gotten with you from time to time when you started avoiding him. When you explained the situation, he didn’t hesitate to help. No matter what you had knocked on his door for he would have helped but he still tried to make a joke, make light of the situation, to break the tension.

“There is no way in hell I’m letting YOU use MY balcony.” Your face scrunched up into a disgusted look and you were just about to tell him exactly what you thought of him when he gave you that sharp eyebrow and smirk that made your blood pressure rise.

“You’re in that little robe and it’s not safe. I’m not letting YOU climb my balcony. I will climb over and unlock your door for you.” He stood there like some knight in shining armor and you pressed your lips together tightly, letting out a heavy breath through your nose.

“Okay fine, will you please just do it quickly?” Minho nodded and gave you a little salute.

“Right away Chloris.” Before you could even ask, he turned on his heels and headed towards his patio. Once you saw him climbing over you checked to make sure his door was unlocked, not about to make that mistake twice, pulled it closed and waited by your own door. Just a few seconds later you heard footsteps and then your door opened. Minho leaned against the frame, blocking the way in, looking down at you with that god damn smirk again.

“Sorry no solicitors Chloris, thank you.” He went to shut the door but stopped and opened it letting you into your apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat. You took a deep breath trying to be nice since he just helped let you into your apartment.

“Chloris?” You asked with a disgusted look,

"What kind of name is that? It sounds like a venereal disease." Minho laughed he'd never heard you talk like that.

“Not up on your Greek mythology I see? Yes Chloris, otherwise known as Flora? The goddess of flowers?” You failed to realize he was trying to call you a goddess, only hearing snark as usual. You shrugged, wanting the interaction that had already lasted too long, in your opinion, to end.

“Alright well thanks Minho, won’t happen again.” He shut the door standing on the wrong side of it and started walking in to your apartment behind you. You set the poppy plant down on the counter by your grandfather’s note again and turned facing Minho as he stopped in front of you.

“It’s no problem if it does, happy to help, but you don’t think it’s unsafe keeping your balcony door unlocked? You know weirdos?” He wiggled his fingers at you and you rolled your eyes.

“You're the only weirdo with access so, I think I’m safe.” Minho smiled shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head back and forth in agreement. You started to walk towards your room so that you could finish drying off and put some clothes on hoping Minho would get the hit and leave with out you having to be rude.

“Well thanks agai-” Minho interrupted with a question.

“How did you get locked out in the hall with that plant again?” You froze.

“Cause see earlier after I left it on your door step, I took my garbage out and saw that you’d taken it in. So, I’m just wondering if you had already brought it inside why were you out in the hall with it?” You turned facing him again and tried to think of a quick excuse but you are a terrible liar and Minho was answering for you before you could come up with one anyway.

“You were coming to give the flower back?” Your mouth fell open a little, ready to deny the accusation but stopped. Minho looked down at the plant on the counter and saw the letter signed To Poppy from your grandfather. He picked up the letter and held it up.

“So, what’s up with all this, Poppy? Why’d you want to give the plant back? What’s the deal?” The use of your grandfather’s nickname set you off. The last bit of patience you had with Minho was now gone. The explosion that you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing was rearing its ugly head. You snatched the letter from him.

“WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM! Why are you SUCH a dick to me ALL THE TIME!?” Tears were welling up in your eyes and Minho stood there stunned and speechless.

“You want to know the deal, Minho?! FINE! Poppies are my favorite fucking flower, okay?! But you already guessed that huh? You got the plant! You want the real headline of the story yea?! Poppy is the nick name my grandfather gave me, my HERO! AND HE’S DEAD NOW! So yes, Minho I was bringing the plant back, the exact same plant my grandfather gave me as a gift! The plant that I TOLD you were going to kill and you proceeded to plant it in the wrong pot anyway! Yes, I was bringing back the exact same fucking plant that I already donated to a nursery ONCE! I brought it back because I don’t want to see poppies! I don’t want to hear the word, poppy! AND NO ONE GETS TO CALL ME POPPY BUT MY GRANDFATHER! ESPECIALLY NOT YOU!” You broke down crying into your hands uncontrollably and Minho felt horrible. He hadn’t realized. He was too busy trying to tease and flirt, trying to get you to loosen up.

He didn’t know you well enough to know you weren't just kind if serious and grumpy, to see that you were actually struggling, that you were grieving, that you always looked so sad because you were.

The old lady had told him were close with your grandfather and that she would see him visiting you. Only now did Minho think about the fact that, all this time, he had never once seen your grandfather visiting you. You had been on the edge, in danger of falling, and Minho had been nudging you closer and closer over that edge until you jumped.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I crossed a line, several, unknowingly but that doesn’t make it alright. I apologize. There is no excuse for it. I’m truly sorry for what I said and for hurting you and I’m... I’m sorry about your grandfather also.” You lifted your face from your hands, tears still welling in your eyes and streaking your face.

You looked up and saw Minho looking directly at you, his face was set like stone, you had never seen him so serious. The look on his face, you knew there was no teasing remark coming next, no sarcasm. He was well and truly sorry.

As mad as he had made you the last couple of months you knew it would do no good to hold a grudge with the next-door neighbor, especially when he was genuinely apologetic. You wiped you face with your hands and took a deep breath, calming yourself.

“Okay Minho. Your apology is accepted but from here on out don’t just act and talk any kind of way. Don’t make fun of the chubby nerdy neighbor girl about her weight and clothes. Just enough is enough with teasing me. Okay?” Minho frowned.

“I... my teasing was never meant to be malicious, I just wanted to make you laugh. You always look so down. I wasn’t trying to make fun of your weight or the way you dress. There’s not a thing wrong with the size you are or your clothes. I got you the poppy plant as an olive branch when I realized that I was not getting anywhere with my ‘humor’. If you look,” He picked up Blue and held it up a bit for you to see.

“After you gave me all the information about potting that plant, I drilled holes in the bottom of the pot and added a mixture of pebbles and bigger rocks for better drainage. I ordered a treatment for the soil pH too. When I had it all done, I was going to give it to you the next time I saw you, but then you started avoiding me. So, I put it on your door step. Anyway, I am clearly very bad at humor and even worse at flirting.” Your tears had completely subsided by then and you raised an eyebrow at the last part of his statement.

“Flirting?” Minho nodded and you scoffed rolling your eyes.

“Give me a break I just admitted I’m bad at it.” He pleaded. You shook your head in agreement to that statement.

“Yea I’d say telling a bigger girl that she looks like she can cook well, is probably a fairly shitty way to flirt, or telling her she looks like a pilgrim or whatever, or asking if she the biggest fucking nerd in the universe...” Minho nodded again and again putting up his hands in defeat.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it like that but in hindsight I can see how it all came across that way. I’m sorry I made you feel poorly about yourself. I think you’re really beautiful y/n.” You shook your head.

“You don’t have to keep apologizing Mi-what?” Minho walked towards you and grabbed one of your hands slotting his fingers between yours.

“I think you’re beautiful y/n and I’d like to spend more time with you, aside from our run ins in the hall, and get to know you better.” You gave him a small smile and considered it before squeezing his hand gently.

“Okay. But no more teasing. Alright?” Minho gave you that eyebrow smirk combo he did when he was about to say something stupid and you braced yourself. He leaned in close to your ear, his breath fanning across your neck making goosebumps prickle your skin.

“No teasing?” He asked, his free hand played with the edge of the opening of your silk robe, his fingers gently grazing the soft skin on your chest as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes. You started blushing profusely and took your bottom lip between your teeth before you moved even closer, putting your arms around Minho’s neck.

“Well maybe a little teasing wouldn’t hurt.” Minho gave you a sly smile, leaned down and kissed you. It was a sweet soft kiss, just feeling each other out at first but when Minho’s hands weaved through your hair, tilting your head for better access to your lips, things heated up quickly.

When he finally pulled away you were breathless, blush now painting your cheeks, neck and chest. His fingers toyed with the closure of you robe, slightly pulling to untie it.

“Is... is this okay? Tell me to stop if-” You cut him off.

“Don’t stop Minho.” You kissed him as he pulled more firmly on the silk tie until it totally came undone. He dropped the thin strap and ran his fingers under the fabric, sliding the shoulders of your robe down, letting it fall and pool on the floor. His fingertips ghosted your skin as he traced them down your arms, his dark eyes soaking in every curve of your full figure.

“Fuck.” He managed to finally breath out and you smiled as he held your face and kissed you again. You lead Minho to your bedroom attached to your lips the entire time his hands gripping and caressing soft supple flesh.

When you crossed the threshold to your room it was like a fire ignited in you. You pushed Minho gently and he fell down on your bed laughing. You climbed on top of him and straddled his waist as you unbuttoned his shirt before gently running your nails down his chest.

Minho’s eyes scrunched closed and he bit his lips. Every touch from you made his cock swell. You started peppering kisses down his chest as you made your way to the waist of his pants. You started to undo the button and zipper and looked up at him.

“Can I...” Minho couldn’t wait for the rest of the question before he was answering you.

“YES! FUCK YES! Whatever it is YES!” You gave him a smirk that was very similar to the one he always gave you and pulled his pants and underwear down freeing his painfully hard dick as he tossed his shirt aside and leveled the playing field, leaving him just as naked as you were.

“Tell me what you want Minho.” He looked down at you and the sight of your thick thighs straddling his body was enough to make his cock twitch.

“Oh god, fuck, suck me off beautiful. Please!” You licked your palm and wrapped your fingers around his hard on.

“Suck on this?” You asked as you blew air on his cock and watched him twitch in your hands. Minho nodded with his eyes closed, gripping his hair with both hands.

“Please.” You took him into your mouth and he let out heavy breath.

“Fuck.” You sucked and slid up and down his length taking more into your mouth each time. Minho pushed your hair to the other side of your face so that his view wasn’t obstructed and he could see you suck him off.

“So pretty, feels so good y/n.” You hummed around Minho’s cock in appreciation of his praise and he groaned letting his head fall back into the sheets.

He looked back down at you and cupped the side of your neck, running his thumb along your cheek as you continued bobbing up and down his cock. You started stroking what you couldn’t take, sucking and licking Minho’s dick while you did.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” You hummed and started rotating your wrist as you jerked him off and focused on sucking the tip of his cock and teasing it with your tongue.

“That’s it! Yes! Fuck can I cum on your lips gorgeous?” You puckered your lips and rubbed the head of his cock against them as you stroked him faster. You felt his warm seed covering your lips as he climaxed, his cum dripping off them, down your chin, back on to Minho’s crotch and thighs.

“Holy... oh my god. How are you so good at that?!” He laughed and huffed out deep breaths coming down from his orgasm. You grabbed some tissue from your night stand and wiped your chin off, laying down next to Minho and handing him some tissue as well so he could clean himself up. Tissues were tossed in the trash and suddenly Minho was on you kissing you again, groping you.

“Time to return the favor kitten.” You melted into the bed as Minho left a wake of kisses down your soft tummy towards your dripping cunt.

“So wet, all for me.” Were his only words before sliding his tongue between your folds making sure to get a good taste of you. He started with light teasing flicks of his tongue against your clit, then his tongue, flat, lapped at you like a thirsty animal.

“Mmm right there Minho, mm yes harder.” Minho pressed his face into your pussy and slurped and licked at you, taking two of his fingers and sliding them inside you as he did.

“FUCK Min-Minho! God please just fuck me already!” Minho hummed and pulled away still curling and pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Cum for me first kitten, wanna taste you, cum on my face and I’ll fuck you so good baby.” He attacked your clit with firm quick flicks of his tongue, the tips of his fingers hitting your g-spot with precision. It was the groan and humming against your cunt that sent you reeling into another galaxy.

“OH My god! I’m coming Min fuck! I’m coming!” He gently kitten licked you through the tremors and aftershocks of your orgasm before placing a gentle kiss on your pussy and crawling back up to kiss your lips.

“Such a good kitty coming just like I said, God my cock is so hard right now hearing your pretty moans. Are you ready for it kitten?” You pulled him down into another passionate kiss and whispered against his lips.

“There’s condoms in my bed side table.” Minho leaned over and pulled the drawer open, fishing around blindly until he felt the box of condoms. He took one out ripped the package and rolled the rubber down his shaft before slotting himself between your thick thighs again.

“God this pussy is so pretty baby, so wet, can’t wait to fill it up.” You bit your bottom lip and spread your legs more for him. Minho took his cock and ran it up and down your slit, collecting your juices. He rubbed the tip over your clit that was still a sensitive from your last orgasm, making you clench around nothing.

“Please Min stick it in, fuck, I need you.” Minho cooed at you and leaned down to kiss you as he slid his cock inside you making you moan out as he filled you.

“Ohohoh fuck kitten, you’re soft all over, god...fuck!” Minho sat up, gripped your cushy hips and started to slowly sink into you deeper until his cock was buried deep in you.

“Please move Minho! Fuck me baby!” He would do anything you asked to stay locked inside your warm soft walls. He slowly started sliding his cock in and out of you, rolling his hips trying to hit that one spot inside you that made you crazy, make you melt on his cock.

“So sexy underneath me like this kitten, taking all of me. ” He started fucking you harder

“Fuck your tits look so good bouncing every time I pound into you.” He grabbed both of your full breasts, squeezing gently. Minho’s hands slid back down your sides to your waist, then under you. He pulled you up into a kneeling position, his cock still inside you, now impossibly deep.

“Oh Min-fuck so big... gah! So good, feels so good!” One of Minho’s arms stayed wrapped around your waist holding your plush body against his as the other cupped your jaw, making you look him in the eyes while you took his cock deeper than you thought possible.

“Go on kitty, move for me.” You did as you were told and started rotating your hips as you slid back and forth on Minho’s dick.

“Good kitten, fuck yes just like that. Ride me.” The position you were in made it so Minho’s cock never stopped rubbing against your g spot and you thought your body might combust.

“Minho kiss me.” He could never deny you or resist your lips. He pulled you in and kissed you, his tongue sliding against yours, messy and wet, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before gently pulling at it with his little front bunny teeth.

He pushed his forehead against yours and his free hand, not holding you against him, gripped your squishy hip tightly making you grind on his cock faster.

“I’m gonna cum Min fuuuck please, make me cum baby.” Minho grunted as he started matching your rhythm giving you small deep thrusts as you rode him hard. A roll of Minho’s hips and your body was lit on fire with ecstasy. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your body went lip as you came hard on his cock.

Both his arms wrapped around you pulling you in, your soft breasts pressed against his firm chest, your sweat mingling as he worked you through your climax. You started coming down slowly, rolling your hips against his still. He threaded his hands through your hair and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. Plump lips pushed together and then pecked again and again.

“You’re so fucking sexy y/n god damn. Coming like that just... FUCK! I didn’t think I could get any harder. You look like you just ascended and came back a blushing angel.” You wrapped your arms around Minho trying to pull him closer although it didn’t seem possible and kissed him.

“Can I cum on you beautiful?” He kissed you so sweetly considering what he just asked while being buried balls deep inside you.

“Where do you want to cum baby?” Minho licked his lips at the ideas of where he’d cum on you going through his head but only had one in mind right then.

“Your tummy? I want you to keep sliding your wet pussy against my cock until I cum all over your sexy soft tummy.” You lifted your hips up enough allowing Minho’s dick to slide out of you.

You grabbed it, slid the condom off him, and pressed the tip of his cock up against your cunt, your hand pressing it firmly against you causing the most delicious friction for not just Minho but you too.

Minho pulled you close again your bodies pressed together. You held onto him tightly both arms wrapped around his neck fingers tugging the hair at his nape as his cock was pressed between you both.

“Fuck kitten I’m gonna cum.” You were panting rubbing yourself against Minho harder.

“God me to Min fuck! Fuck!” Minho could feel your pussy clenching even though he wasn’t inside you and you came the third time that night.

You felt warm spurts of thick cum start to paint your belly as Minho came on you, the way your cunt quivered around him being too much for him and finally pushing him over the edge. More streaks of cum shot from the tip of his cock across your belly and landing on his.

His seed kept leaking from his tip and dripped down your stomach. Once you were covered in Minho’s cum you fell back on your bed breathing heavy and laughing. Minho rolled and fell on his back next to you laughing as well.

“That was so much cum Minho look at me I’m covered.” Minho snaked his arms around you and pulled you close.

“I’ve got some on me too. We should probably shower.” He suggested as he nibbled your ear and neck. You giggled and shook your head, jumping up from the bed and racing to the bathroom, Minho fast on your heels.

You and Minho laid in your bed holding each other after washing each other and fucking in the shower again. You laid in the dark in a comfortable silence, soothed by each other's slow deep breaths. Suddenly a question hit Minho that he had to know the answer to.

“Oh yeah! How the hell do you know so much about poppies?” You laughed at the sudden question.

“I’m a botanist but poppy plants are my specific field of study. I wrote the book on it.” Minho laughed this time.

“I’d say so the way you rattled off all that info!” You shook your head laughing even harder and Minho looked like a confused kitty cat.

“No Minho I literally wrote the book on it. The current textbook used for plant science courses was written by me.” Minho quickly grabbed his cell phone and pulled up Google. When he typed in your name and saw all the awards and honors you had received in your field as well as the book you wrote, his jaw dropped.

“Damn so you really ARE THE plant nerd of the whole fucking universe.” You pinched Minho’s arm and he laughed tossing his phone and pulling you close again, kissing you and relaxing back.

That little google search sparked a slew of questions from the both of you. You carried on talking about anything and everything like two kids at a slumber party until you drifted off to sleep. You’d never had anything like that before with someone.

In the middle of the night, you woke up and couldn’t get yourself to fall back asleep. You sat up and looked over at Minho who was still sleeping peacefully and you couldn’t help but shake your head at the turn of events and how you had ended up there.

Even though it definitely didn’t start the best, in the end, you were happy that everything with Minho happened because it led you to where the two of you were now. As you sat there in your dark room you thought of the unopened letter your grandfather left you sitting on the counter.

You got up and walked into the kitchen, grabbed it and went back to your bed. When you crawled back in you sat crossed legged and Minho shifted, turned over towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist squeezing your soft body, sound asleep. You looked at the letter in your hands. You were still apprehensive but if now wasn’t the time, it never would be.

You turned on the small reading lamp by your bed and tore open the envelope that held the last words your grandfather left for you before dying. You took a deep breath preparing yourself and read.

Dear Poppy,

My sweet little poppy plant. I am so proud of you and the amazingly talented and beautiful woman you have grown to be. You are by far the most precious flower I tended to in my garden. I found the radio station for the college you’re speaking at. They’re going to broadcast your lecture and I’m going to listen to you while I lay here and maybe I’ll learn something from the smartest scientist I know.

I know you don’t want to hear this next part Poppy but you have to and I hope you won’t be too angry with me but, I knew. I knew today would happen while you were gone. I could feel it coming. The selfish part of me wants you here with me now but I’m glad you’re not here Poppy plant, because I want you to remember us in the green house and in the garden. I didn’t want this to be your last memory with me.

You had to go, speak, and show everyone else what I already know. That you are brilliant, amazing and beautiful. y/n, promise you’ll try to be happy. Your happiness is all I want. So, think of me when you see the poppies, think of me when you see Blue. I’ll always be with you my little Poppy plant.

Love always,

Your Pop

You choked back a sob as tears streamed down your face. Your body shuddered as you cried and it woke Minho. He sat up quickly holding your face gently in his hands.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You held up the opened letter and he understood immediately. Minho held you and let you cry it all out.

When you were done you explained what you had read in the letter to him. How your grandfather had listened to you on the radio up until the moment he passed and how he told you he wanted you to remember him.

You thanked Minho for saving Blue from the nursery, even if he hadn’t known what it meant to you when he did it, because it meant you still had that piece of your grandfather. You both laid back in bed. Minho holding you, your head resting against his chest listening to his beating heart and it was the first time you really felt okay since your grandfather had died.

“Minho?” He squeezed you, kissed the top of your head and hummed.

“You can call me Poppy.”

*magnoliophyta- a division of plants comprising flowing plants that produce seeds enclosed in an ovary.

*tracheophyta- a division of plants comprising green plants with a vascular system that contains tracheids or tracheary.

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TW: ANIMAL DEATH

A tiny little celebration and recounting of this lil old lady, who passed away yesterday april 22 2024, 6 years to the day her adopted sister left the world.

Read on to learn about her adoption story and some of her fav things!

I made sure she had a comfortable lovely weekend, but she let me know it was time.

So who was Turtle?

In Aug 2010 I went to a local shelter and adopted 2 kitties. One a kitten we named Genki, and another a 1+ year old mystery owner surrender they named Hello Kitty.

She saw us and started yelling and slamming herself on the glass to show us how to pet her. She snugged onto my lap immediately in the little private room to meet her and I was in love instantly.

But back at home she was very scared. She hid under the couch for three days only peaking her head out to eat some food and then she went back in. This would be the last time in her life she would be shy, but I didn't know it so I named her...

Alligator Snapping Turtle; Turtle!

She quickly became my shadow. Clinging to me night and day. She would jump onto the back of my chair, lay on my back and slowly slide down towards my butt. She did this so frequently she managed to break the chair, eventually. After that all my chairs have been bought with more room for her to snug me. For a whole decade.

If someone visited, she would insist they hold her, or she'd sleep on them in their sleep. She once was held through a 3 hour long DnD session by someone she had just met; she loved people. Loved being pet, but above all, she adored me.

She had a specific meow for me, she spent every single night for nearly 14 years in between my legs, and unfortunately, as she got older she got separation anxiety real bad. She would cry and cry for about an hour each time I left. (I rarely do as I no longer work but even a trip to the grocery store did not leave her happy!) I know this because my husband had plenty of videos of her standing at the door hoping I would return.

No matter what I did in the house there she was.

But lets back up a moment, remember that bit about owner surrender? That intake form was interesting. with questions like "What is your pets favorite toy?" came answers like 'small glove'. She spent at least a year in someone with 7 children's garage. They fed her 'cheep food' and knew very little about her past other than they found her about a year prior. No judgements to them, but this girl was a lap cat to end lap cats. You would pick her up and move her to stand and she'd jump right back into your lap. She's dig her claws in if she thought you were trying to leave. She wanted the warmth god damn it!

Here is her on top my husband. Human's were good options.

Heat vent? Also a great option.

She would, when I worked, stay in bed in the covers right where I left her until I came home from work, all nice and cozy.

She loved it when my husband worked from home, gave her ample time to try and fry his laptop during his breaks or lunches.

But her fav place was on top of me. I set up my desk just for her actually! This big living room chair was purchased so she could always be near me.

Because the previous snug situation was not cutting it!

Here she is on the chair I bought for us.

She was never very photogenic, because she saw my hand and wanted pets. If I wasn't petting her she'd cry and show me how to pet her with her paws, or she'd flop around or rub herself on something and look up at me like 'come ooooonnn you know the good spots.'

Or she would do a 'turkey twerky'(where cats twitch their tails and step from foot to foot rapidly in excitement).

Her fav toy it turned out was not a 'small glove' but in fact the simple spring. Yellow was her fav color of the springs, but past that any small bit of plastic she could chase around and yell at was great. She was a very loud little lady!

I sang her a song daily for about ten years;

"Her name is turtle! and she's a turtle! And she's got a lot to say!"

after which she'd generally make a BIG meow and I'd give her tons of attention. Because she was my lil baby girl.

But her all time fav thing, beside me of course, was going outside. She didn't get to much as I believe in, and have, indoor only cats, but on special nice days we'd go outside and she'd gets some nice supervised time with the grass. (She made the other cats jealous because only she was let outside without a harness, but that's because if she wasn't in about a 2 foot radius of me she'd come back and yell at me to follow/I was able to out run her.)

Last year I had her shaved, because she was a fat cat who was struggling with cleaning herself so we were going to get on a rotation of shaving and baths and brushing to make sure she stayed nice and clean...

But unfortunately she began to drop in weight very quickly, the primary sign something was very wrong.

She was adopted on the same day as Genki, and six years to the day she passed on the same day as her sister. Genki lost a very long fight with a fungal pneumonia in 2018 and our hearts shattered and then yesterday they did it again.

If Turtle was my heart, my little shadow, then Genki was my husband's.

Turtle was such an amazing good friend, I have so many memories of her and it doesn't seem real that she's gone. But I wanted to keep this light, and positive, and so I will end it with, adopt.

Don't shop, adopt. You never know who is waiting for you in a shelter, what kind of very full wonderful life you can provide each other! Hello Kitty became Turtle and she knew that name, she'd come running any time I called, she was my very best friend and I miss her so fucking much.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesdaypost year in review

this year brought to you by viewers like you. thank you! i still do not know how to thank everyone for their incredible generosity during the Late July/Early August Moving Catastrophe Badtimes and im still feelin some kinda way about it. thank you.

took eight weeks completely off, more than any other year so far

overnight traveled for work for the first time

moved cross country with Mack to face dangers untold and hardships unnumbered

bought an actual for-real couch and not a futon

got Phil

(unrelated to Phil) i got spayed after almost ten years of begging and pleading various medical professionals, (also unrelated) got covid and RSV back to back

listening

fallow weeks: 8. i almost always have a tuesdaysong bc i am almost always listening to something. all of the tuesdaysongs are here:

particular favorites were Peel Me A Grape (Anita O’Day), top spotify song of the year Yeah Yeah Yeah (Blood Orchid), Yeah Yeah Yeah’s Wolf remixed by Sextile, Father Finlee (Spence Hood), A Minha Menina (Os Mutantes).

the very last tuesdaysong of the year is Sugar Rum Cherry by Duke Ellington, one of the few christmas songs i tolerate.

special shoutout to the austin underscore walker universe of podcasts, bc i mainlined A More Civilized Age (clone wars/star wars rewatch) while packing, and devoured P/alisade (the newest scifi season of F/riends at the Table) this month.

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reading

fallow weeks: 11. pleased that i am killing the invisible rules in my head and including more articles instead of feeling guilty about Not Reading A Real Book!!! every week when i sit down to write the tuesdaypost. read a fuckton earlier this year bc i was procrastinating moving prep, have not read much since i moved.

article sources:

inoreader (the best free RSS feed/app imo)

The Markup (gold standard usage of data to show how various technologies are being used to harm the public good: you may have heard of the recent American bills to equalize internet service and fix organ donation grift. that was them)

Web 3 Is Going Just Great (crypto disasters)

404 Media (technology reporting, internet culture, also break a lot of data/legal/privacy scandals)

Remap (formerly Vice's video games division Waypoint, more active on podcasts and twitch but do have great personal essays about gaming longreads)

Retraction Watch (an important academic service but platformed a particularly virulent transphobe and let the comments devolve into a free for all. yes im still mad about this)

Krebs on Security (~once a month extremely long and thoughtful infosec writeups)

Data Colada (cover academic data whoopsies, currently being sued for their journalism)

the two authors i spent the most time with this year were Alexis Hall (romance novels and novellas) and Raymond Chandler's noir detective novels. i read 90% of Raymond Chandler's work in march and went insane about yet another sad bisexual man. Philip Marlowe the cat is named after his pet detective, the human Philip Marlowe.

march was kind of a banger for this category bc in one of what i consider the best tuesdayposts this year, i tried to break down why i fucking hated Frank Miller's Sin City comics so much.

other comics, but ones i loved: Spy X Family, Berserk, weird noir DC miniseries The Human Target.

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watching

fallow weeks: 10

notable stuff i watched for the first time (according to letterboxd) that will stick in my head for a bit. some (The Night of the Hunter) i am so glad i watched once but do not feel the need to revist. some (Slipstream) fascinate me with how good they could have been. some (Twilight. all of them) were fun bc of the people i watched them with. the two i went particularly deranged over are The Big Sleep and Day of Anger. still feel very normal about them.

very heavy on crime and courtroom films this year!

television: very excited for s2 of Blue Eye Samurai, Interview With The Vampire, Spy X Family.

i should loop back and finish Black Lagoon, Adventure Time (completely forgot i rewatched most of that this spring), and The Big O. that last one is throwing me a little bc (since i last checked) there is no freely available version with subtitles (i cannot find subtitles Period) and i'll be damned if i have to import a dvd. i can find the dub with subtitles but! i want to hear spike spiegel as mecha-batman :(

sort of lukewarm eh-i'll-get-around-to-it about s/tar wars shows. i have not watched a/hsoka At All or wrapped up the animated Resistance show. i'll pay attention when ando/r is airing again.

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playing

fallow weeks: 10. way fewer than i would have guessed!

the trouble with this category is that it is exceptionally hard to find new good games (either ones i already own or ones that are free). it is almost completely prohibitively exhausting to trawl through the free category on steam. there's simply a lot of cruft out there. a very good thing (but also incredibly timeconsuming thing) i started this year was throwing games into various folders so the eight bajillion libraries i have are less overwhelming. i can safely ignore 80% of my epic games library, for example. the itch.io library is a whole separate weekend project i think.

got back into genshin for good or for ill, which took up most of the back half of the year.

go play ABZU. i am no longer asking.

i would like to go back and finish the RPG Gamedec, un-softblock myself in the RPG Weird West, and finish the visual novel Dead Man's Rest. i think i stalled out in Call of Juarez: Gunslinger bc there was a mexican standoff that my reflexes are simply not fast enough for/too much to pay attention to. i am excited to pick up that spooky fishing simulator DREDGE when i have fun money again.

completely forgot i spent most of jan/feb/march being annoyed at fallou/t 4 but having some fun in Far Harbor, also forgot i spent an entire month playing through Wolfenstein: The New Order but i am not compelled to play through it again. it was fun! but like many games after one playthrough my time with it is done!

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making

fallow weeks: 17 (unsurprising, pretty low energy year as a whole as i recovered from covid rounds 1 and 2 and the frankly insane stress of moving).

wrote exactly one fic: some matters at the heart of cowboy western snap shirts: why they are so and some of the implications of their being so, i would like to write more next year but i don't really have the brainpower. i hope this changes soon.

the baby blanket i started last year is still not done but the baby is still under a year so i have a very narrow window of time.

dyed some couch covers im still very pleased with

wrote an extremely long but very well received gallery wall guide

recipes: 12. sort of shocked by this? i am becoming an incrementally better cook and slowly finding recipes i both like and can successfully execute. found the fortitude to caramelize onions, for example. quick pickled red onions, for another thing. big year for protein or greens on top of beans and rice. faves included: cuban-style pork shoulder, hellofresh peruvian chicken, red lentil soup, white bean/kale/rice bowls

i would like to be less terrified about cooking fish. i would like to eat more fish.

and of course, the biggest project of all, acquired Phil. here is my very favorite photo ive ever taken of a cat

[spennsrs]

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ cats.

↳ TYPE OF WRITING: completely self indulgent quick drabble thing ↳ CONTENT CREATOR: jschlatt, schlattington himself ↳ SONG REC: silent cry by stray kids

you had a terrible day at work. files piled on top of files to look over, annoying boss breathing down your neck. it was a lot. it was a good thing it was friday, and the next two days you had off.

as you put the key into the front door, a long sigh leaves your lips. your boyfriend, schlatt, should be home. you enter to a silent place, much to your dismay. there wasn't any muffled talking or screaming to signal schlatt was recording or live, no meowing jambo at your feet to greet you, nothing. you had to admit, it dampened your spirits just a bit. you set your bag down on a chair nearby, going to flop on the couch. you only stop when you see two fluffy felines curled up on the couch instead of the one you were expecting.

did... did schlatt get another cat?

you pause, taking a moment to truly assess the mystery cat. you almost didn't even see the dang thing due to its black pelt blending in with your favorite blanket you had left at schlatt's place.

with being so distracted looking at the cats, the sudden heaviness on your head makes you jump, only to relax when you recognize who it was by the sweatshirt-clad arms that wrapped around you. "welcome home, y/n." schlatt says in a soft voice, something you took pride in knowing you would most likely be the only person to hear it.

"another cat? is this what you were hyping up?" you mutter with a smile, relaxing into schlatt's embrace. you feel his body move behind you as he shrugs, swaying you both back and forth slightly. "what's the cat's name?" another shrug.

"gotta wait for the video with ten million views on it."

everything felt... okay in the world. work wasn't on your mind anymore, and you could relax. life was good.

[ruvastuon]

Writer Questionnaire Tag

Thanks for the tag @renasdoodles !

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

I really don’t know honestly, there have been so many that I’ve been scared to touch for years at this point. I couldn't pin down a favorite though, my top favorites are all there for different reasons.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes? 

‘Are you a cat person or a dog person?’ This one always gets me conflicted because by all accounts I would say a cat person because I am far closer with them, but I also really like dogs. It’s a bit of a stupid question to keep thinking on, but it keeps popping back in my head at the most random times. 

What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

I love being able to write the stories that I want to read, sometimes I go back to a draft that I abandoned months ago and re-read it to find that I'm really interested in what happens next, and that's a really fun experience. 

What I don’t particularly enjoy is probably when I leave notes for myself to fill stuff in later and it really isn’t enough information to know what in the world I was intending to write. 

What is your greatest motivation to Write/create? 

When It comes down to it I really want to be able to reach a point where I can write the stories from my mind in a way that does them justice. I also want to be able to draw the things that are rattling around in my head.

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever heard or been given as a writer? 

First drafts aren’t meant to be perfect, you are just getting the ideas down on the page and setting the ground work for your story to start solidifying your next steps. I particularly struggle with this one since I want to have everything perfectly in place but for my writing style that just isn’t realistic. 

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

Don’t be scared to ruin your stories, just write them. If you get to scared to even try working on something it will die in your mind forever unspoken and for me that is worse than failing because I gain almost nothing from the wasted creativity.  

What is your favorite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

Honestly, I’ve disappointingly only been able to finish a couple of fan fictions since I developed a really bad habit of abandoning story ideas out of fear for the results. I’m trying to get myself back on track but it’s just a bit of a task to keep myself in line. ;-; Sometimes I wonder if the writer part of my brain got switched with that of a hyperactive child. Of the Fan Fictions I've managed to post on Ao3 'A Bit of Clean Water' Fandom: Vampyr (Video Game) is short little story that I'm pretty happy with.

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you particularly feel about their ideals? 

I won't mention the character but their mindset is that people are inherently weak short minded creatures that are incapable of governing themselves. No matter how great a thing they might make it can be devastated in the span of a generation because their will could not be inherited by their successor. The character believes that because of this people are inferior and do not deserve to stand at the top of the food chain.

I personally understand some of where he's coming from because it is pretty scary how easily something great can be destroyed by a bad successor no matter how great the founder might have been, but I feel like this character is a bit to critical of the race and extreme with his execution.

If you when you first started writing met you now, what would younger you think? 

Probably be a bit horrified at first, but the first story I wrote before I was ten ended with the main character dying in a car crash after someone cut her breaks for a petty reason, so I like to think that my younger self would at least somewhat understand where i'm coming from with my writing. As for my personality... That would probably be a much harder sell. (Younger me could barely play mobile games that had any community features, knowing that I put my writing out for people to see might give younger me a heart attack)

No pressure Tagging:

@kuebiko-writing @wyked-ao3 @creatrackers @davycoquette,

@somethingclevermahogony @laisley-writes @flurrysahin @zaynabameen,

+Open Tag

[radwolf76]

2024 Tumblr Top 10

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Ah, you think pixelation is your ally? You merely adopted the 480 interlaced. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see High Def until I was a man, by then it was nothing to me but distracting.

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@staff @support @humans the ads on mobile are autoplaying audio without user interaction again, specifically Temu and...

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Money Cat - You know what to do.

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Which Of My Favorite 100% Official* & Legitimate* Pokémon Is Your Favorite?

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#nature

 9.) 21 notes - Apr 28 2024

WH40K Homebrew Space Marine Chapter: Stormwolves

(There have been a lot of updates and refinements to the Lore since that post about them in April, but the most recent version of my unofficial “Codex” for them can always be found here (illustrated with plenty of pictures)).

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Wolfenoot Feast

Honorable Mentions:

verpfwot’s Miette Halloween costume from 2021. At the end of 2021, it had 428 notes, at the end of 2022 it had 6,186 notes, and at the end of 2023 it had 18,082 notes. As of right now it’s up to 20,683 notes. This will be my [tumblr] legacy. (Unless somehow Pika Sword Grandma catches up.)

My 1,114 Followers.

My Hero Forge creations, like this one I actually had Color 3D Printed.

My Tribute to the April Boopening.

My posts spreading the word about YouTuber jeffiot’s work in tracking down primary sources for the Mystical Skull Trumpet. (If they’d both been in the same year they’d be in the top ten for sure.)

The Eclipse I didn’t actually get to see (but my Spouse and Metamour did).

My Spouse’s Art and my Metamour’s new Blog.

Another [tumblr] AdFail.

My hyping up of Let’s Read Homestuck’s Trickster Mode Upd8.

One of my additions to the TRONcharov discussion.

My obligatory post sharing SecretGalaxy’s Blockbuster Video video.

Getting labeled a greymuzzle in the Therian Community.

This Ask that gave me a chance to post my periodic reminder that TERFs can suck my Wife’s dick.

These two specific Magic: the Gathering foil cards. (I might not have the pack-a-day habit anymore, but it’s a hard addiction to kick.)

Getting to update one of my posts from my old FLASHBack series about early internet animation. Charlie the Unicorn finally gets a moment of tranquil peace.

Miss Fortune and Kitten Fortune.

My cats Lucky & Jinx.

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