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i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 2

summary ;; Your burning determination to prove your father wrong and Jake's wish to teach you a lesson both end up in a pyrrhic victory. PART 1 | PART 3 pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; im speechlessly overwhelmed at the sheer amount of love you guys showed me these past couple of days. like. literally never had something like this happen to me before. i got too excited to finish this chapter to give back to yall, there was an attempt to proofread but... i hope it's not too bad, please enjoy! as always, if you see any mistakes, im sorry!

The path further into the floating mountains was all the worse to navigate thanks to the lack of light, the only useful guides you had were the faintly flickering bioluminescent lights from the forest deep below. The branches twisting around each other to create a naturally built bridge from mountain to mountain benefited from this, contrasting as a clear obscured line to your eyes against the glow underneath.

The easiest part of your journey, in hindsight, was just skipping along this line.

You weren’t exactly happy about this.

The more you left behind, the more you were freaked out that Neteyam or anyone else was onto your intentions already and hot on your trail right this moment. Imagining father making a beeline to you in the air with Bob, a cruel, merciless whistling arrow, made you all jittery and almost puking kind of nervous, pulling at the depths of your stomach.

Your rationality told you that it was a half an hour walk to your spot from the tent, and Neteyam would be hurrying the more he thought he wasn’t able to catch up with you along the way, so you had around twenty minutes until the whole family was panicking and raising the clan to look for you.

Tuk had gone missing once thanks to some hide and seek game with Lo’ak (she’d hidden so well and was waiting for her siblings to find her already, blindly sticking to the game for an entire day, not out of stubbornness but childish purity), and this was exactly what had gone down —

the resentful part of you questioned if father thinks of you highly enough to resort to that.

If something happened to you, he would maybe urge your brothers to search for you for a while, and drop it then — leaving you to your own devices happily.

Maybe.

Were you even worth it in his eyes for a search party? You wondered if he cared enough that you disappeared.

But that was a stupid, childish thought you knew you fantasized about a lot — perhaps this was why he’d called you immature. This was no mindset for a strong, independent, confident hunter. The thought father was right, even a miniscule bit was bitter on your tongue, worse than what he called black coffee.

Disappearing so you’d find out just how much he cared was unfair to mom, for one.

She had lost so much in such a short amount of time, the stories she sang poignantly about were hard to listen to without tearing up. Her home. The trees of voices, all the lost ancestors. Her father. Uncle Tsu’tey. Her first ikran, Seze. Loss upon loss you think there’d be nothing left to give anymore, but sky people’s fire was always hungry, always willing to waste more to grow bigger.

You wouldn’t forgive yourself for making her cry in your pursuit to punish father. Never.

You weren’t a child.

Just wanted to be one, sometimes.

Wanted father to babytalk you, pet your head longer than a passing touch as he walked away hurriedly to attend to other matters, make beads for your braids the way he always did from pretty stones he found on ponds, carve you little trinkets when you graciously had to give up your toys to Lo’ak and Kiri’s greed.

Your neck piece was all them in fact, he’d see it if he ever paid enough attention, or perhaps it was all insignificant to him, five kids meant countless belongings for each individual child had been passed down from his hands, it would be a miracle for father to recognize you still wore his clumsy creations. But again, it had been too long since he’d even looked at you affectionately, he wouldn’t See.

He’d transferred those habits entirely to Neteyam at one point in time.

Your older brother would always ruffle Lo’ak’s hair and tease him the way father used to, comfort him in his own playful way, and even though the younger looked discontent at being babied, you knew he was happy Neteyam was quite literally his shadow to look after him through tough times — including shielding from father’s line of fire. In return, he was suffering from being a foil to the older son, you understood the struggle because you were going through the same comparison, you just weren’t obsessed with catching and living up to father as much as Lo’ak did.

Win some, lose some, I guess.

Plus, Neteyam was trembling under the massive planet-weight pressure, he had to set the standard, he had to live up to the older brother title. He was becoming more of a father figure to Tuk as days passed and the Olo’eyktan became more transparent from his family’s life as a dad to five.

Besides, Lo’ak made trouble enough for two people to go around that you felt bad for your big brother, Kiri was thankfully more mellow (despite frequently hanging out together with him and Spider) compared to him that Neteyam could breathe, not having to divide his attention.

You were in awe of her about how disconnected she was from all the changing dynamics. She had her own problems you could never understand, more spiritual than your grandmother, and ever the ethereal soul who you thought would disappear into Eywa if flesh wasn’t holding her down to Eywa’eveng.

You were the teeniest, tiniest bit jealous of her (and Tuk) holding the softer sides of father, the boys thought he was deliberately softer because they were girls — but you were also a girl, so why weren’t you allowed in?

Well, thanks to that, you’d gotten closer with Neteyam and known him better after the whole clan had settled on High Camp, so it wasn’t all that bad. You could badmouth father all day long sitting on some rock and make him laugh abashedly, guilty that he was smiling along with the trashing of the father’s name he respected so much — it was therapy, as Norm had taught humans frequently sought back on earth. It got you trying some things with Neteyam, becoming more of a companion and ranting buddy for him who he could be honest and open with, so that he didn’t have to worry about taking up a larger role in your life to fill father’s missing presence. You were concerned about him more than he could be concerned about you.

That got you contemplating if father had noticed how comfortable his two oldest children were with each other that it was always Neteyam who he sent after you. A girl could dream, no? For one moment, it wasn’t because it was Neteyam’s responsibility, but because father was paying attention to how his kids got along.

The image of him pushed you to be frantically fast to reach your destination as the fear returned with might. If he caught you right now when you had no ikran to prove him wrong, the punishment he was sure to give would be way more humiliating, you at least wanted something in your name to taunt him with if you were going down anyways.

A smile crept up your face at imagining him discombobulated and speechless, unable to pick out one thing that you did wrong.

The carelessness that came with your speed combined with how dark it was to see where to clutch and put your feet on caused you to slip up countless times when climbing, the sharp rocks scraping the insides of your palms and insides of your forearms, lifting your skin up. What you cared about more than the pain was that the blood was now tracking material for your family to sniff you out — you couldn’t exactly wipe the rocks clean, so you carried on with a hammering heart, more afraid of father ruining your perfect moment than whatever ikran that would soon be going straight for your throat.

At least you were able to wash the blood off your hands in the waterfall.

Downside? You couldn’t see shit. With your bare back flushed straight to the wall of rock and your feet feeling out the thin edge, the shrill cry of ikrans and the roaring of water was about to overwhelm your senses too much to pay attention —

and you slipped.

The shriek that ripped out of you at the sensation of falling and the drop of your stomach alone almost made you pass out, and for a split second it was a good thing that you wouldn’t feel the moment you died, but your body, once again, was one step ahead of you, it twisted in the air the last second and your hands gripped the ledge.

The wet rock and your blood made all that your life was hanging on slippery as you dangled into the abyss, swaying with the strong winds at this height.

You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the nervousness, but something made you laugh out loud, and the bubbling laughter continued until you were able to pull yourself up safely at the ikran rookery, finally.

Looking around like a fish out of water, how you hadn’t cracked your skull open shooting down to the forest below was a total miracle.

You’d made it?

No one was there to witness what you just pulled off in total darkness. Your whole body was shaking, and you weren’t even chosen by an ikran yet. This was happening. Shit. This was totally happening!

Your excited and terrified, “Hell yeah!” went unheard apart from your aerial crowd.

But.

One among them answered your holler with its own that cut into the night like a battle horn. It was the closest one to you that was apparently watching you the whole time, starting to roar at you and twitching on its feet, shadow in the night informing you of its movements.

You’d seen from Neteyam and Lo’ak’s iknimayas that you only had a few seconds to pull your shit together until it attacked, this was meant to be dangerous, serious, you could end up as a late night snack to them if things went wrong, but you couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear that it had chosen you.

You were chosen.

It wanted you as its rider.

If only father could see you now. The sensation of being the one — being special was unmatched. Now you could somehow get the fraction of the high he must have felt as Toruk Makto.

The, “Let’s fucking go!” that left you kept echoing into the night as you lunged at it, dodging to the left when it snapped at your head, hooking one arm around the ikran’s slender neck and clamping your legs around it the moment it started thrashing around wildly.

You didn’t know why father had made a big deal out of it. You formed tsaheylu in no time, breaking Neteyam’s record — and you didn’t even have the rope to hoop around its neck and jaw.

Firstborn daughter excellence.

Confidence restored and triumphing wildly to the pulse of your heart, the flickering smile on your face in wonder turned into a full-fledged smirk. At that moment, nothing mattered. It was just you and your victory. Proving father wrong.

Feeling the ikran’s lifeforce through the bond, a shiver went down your back as his beady eye looked up at you, pupil shrinking and expanding rapidly while you both took a minute to catch your breaths after the fierce wrestling.

“Gotcha,” you panted. “You’re mine now.”

The adrenaline made everything sparkle and shine, your spirits soaring high and unbothered about literally anything else in the world, and for one glorious moment, lost in the memories of your brothers’ iknimayas boasting with cheers from the clan and sometimes encouraging, sometimes fearful screams of your parents, your spirit sought them out to be soaked in the same pride — forgetting that it was night and nobody was there to celebrate you.

You were all alone.

The smile dropped from your face and crashed down like paper thin porcelain upon the slightest movement.

Right.

You’d forgotten you were doing this out of spite. It snuffed every twinkle of magic away from the previously shimmering milestone of your life.

Your ikran felt the crushing disappointment through your connection and chirped at you, almost like an excited sibling pulling on your arm to show you something, weirdly comforting. Mom’s ikran was a spitfire, but also nurturing — this one felt different somehow, you felt him bouncing from wall to wall in your head, hyperactive and cheerful.

Flying! He wanted to fly!

The first flight sealed the bond, after all.

You weren’t alone even if none of your family members were here to share the joy — you had your new buddy. And the drop of gravity was thrilling this time, not the terrifying chaos that had your asshole shriveling up as it was when you’d missed your step.

The flights with mom were something you looked forward to, drying up in frequency as you aged, you’d missed the wind on your body and the greenery dancing below as you maneuvered in the air — but mom reserved nighttime rides for father only, and after the move to High Camp, the skimpering chance you could get your way if you begged cutely enough was gone too. You’d never flown at night.

The sight was out of this world. The stars leaving a glowing trail above you, the forest pulsing with faint purple, green and blue lights underneath, everything was elevated in beauty because darkness let them shine.

You made loops in the air with your ikran, got as high in the air as you could before your breath thinned, and scraped at the tips of trees before shooting up again, all the while laughter you’ve never screamed before bubbled out of you.

And you were all alone. There was no mom to gleefully taunt your ikran with hers to get both of you dancing in the air. There was no father to watch on with a small smile he was fighting. There was no Neteyam to stop you from dipping too close to the ground, and no Lo’ak to challenge you to get closer to race with him — no Kiri to complain how all of you were being so childish, how stupid this was all the while she was the worst of you all, instigating all the chaos.

No Tuk in your mom’s lap whining about you guys leaving her off the fun.

Instead, there was the scent of a bogey in the air, snapping you out of the haze of sorrow.

When had you ventured out further into unprotected territory?

Linked with your thought process, the ikran stopped advancing forward and started beating his wings downward to stay unmoving, you observed the surroundings to get a better feeling of where you were, and noticed this was around the old shack, artificial lights were gliding between the leaves and branches that obscured your view of just who was roaming the grounds at night, definitely not a natural part of the forest’s flora.

Father’s voice materialized in your head, drilled into you and your siblings’ heads over and over again. If you come across any threat at all, do not engage, fall back and inform me. Got it? You call for me first.

And that split second of being afraid was your death sentence — that father would be so angry at you for your ignorance, amateurism, carelessness and idiocy that he could throw you out of the family for almost leading the demons to base simply by being there that they could figure out what direction you’d come from. That moment of weakness was enough for someone to snipe you out, and get you falling down from your ikran straight into the forest below, the cries of your new friend falling silent on your ears as you did your best to hug giant leaves to cushion your fall to the best of your ability. .

Barely any time was left for you to shake the disorienting motion sickness off, you couldn’t even attempt to run into the accepting, protective hands of the forest before whoever just shot at you was onto you, harshly gripping your arms and raising you up.

Father’s gonna be so mad if he finds out. Shit, I gotta get out of this.

But… Avatars? In full camo, armored, even. You hadn’t heard of this from anybody in camp!

“Damn! Didn’t actually think you’d be able to land the shot from all of that tree, man! Up-top!”

Two of them high-fived, you were actually going to be sick.

Thumb between his belt and stomach, another Avatar strutted towards you. The saunter and confidence meant that he was their leader. “Now, now… What do we have here?”

“A native.” You were being pushed down on your knees, one hand being grabbed and shown like a trophy. Just how many were there? You couldn't calm yourself enough to focus! “Four fingers.”

The speaker this time was a woman. “How unusual. Those monkeys don’t leave their coven at night.”

“Where were you flying, little bird?” The leader, a sleazy smirk on his face, leaned down to take a good look at you. “Leading away from the nest, perhaps?”

“She don’t understand, Colonel, don’t bother. Ya think Sully could ever manage teaching one word of English to those?”

“Watch how she learns in three seconds.” He yanked on your queue so hard you saw white light in this hour of darkness — and when your vision came back, a screen with your father’s face was being shoved to your face. “Jake Sully. Toruc Mactoe. Where is he?”

You screamed when he pulled with increasing strength, keeping up with the act you didn’t understand. And the state of pain and terror massively helped, contributing to you looking frantic and lost, only knowing that you were being zapped to your core.

“Seems like I don’t need to ask you.” His fingers snapped your head back to get a good look at your earpiece, late to notice you had it on at all because of the dark. “Can directly ask the man himself.”

All you could form to think was, ‘Father’s gonna kill me for this. He’s actually gonna kill me this time.’

You weren't terrified of what the Avatars would do to you. You were afraid of him.

One empty shell from the reloaded machine gun flew away, tinkling hollow when it fell down, and rolled until it stopped in a small pool of water that had formed on the jagged ground of the cave systems. In the scarlet and orange glow of the campfire he’d haphazardly put together right outside of their home out of impatience after Neytiri had basically thrown him out, Jake almost mistook the liquid for blood.

An ominous cloud of dread settled on his shoulders, a paranoia every father tended to go through.

“Big Brother, this is Devil Dog. State your status, over.”

Neteyam didn’t miss a beat to answer, thankfully. “Devil Dog, this is Big Brother. I’m still en route to Foxcove, over.”

“How much longer?”

“Ten minutes at best, sir. Over.”

What he wanted to say was how come he hadn’t met you halfway, but it was empty talk. No need to stress the boy out. “Devil Dog signing out.”

This girl was half the reason for the wrinkles on his forehead, Jesus Christ. He was basically waiting you out like a father sitting in the dark to ambush his daughter who had snuck out at night, for that single glorious moment of yeah that’s right, you got caught, after the light would come on to ruin that moment of relief of successfully making it back in.

His mate had scolded him to be nice and understanding, a Marine was anything but, the closest he could compromise was not being as mean to you than he had to be. Sassing, “So how was your Iknimaya?” like he planned was out the window — Neytiri was spot-on to say the girl would simply give the same mean energy right back at him, and that could only mean another erupting volcano of a fight and a good night’s sleep ruined for him, overthinking where he went wrong and how else he could have salvaged the situation.

He’d just make you tend to the ikrans for a week for some patience practice, cleaning shit for hours on a daily basis would certainly throw the temporary whim of the rite of passage hyperfixation out of your system. The possibility of you shouting you hated him was unavoidable, but Jake had to get his point across, no matter how terribly it nauseated him to hear something like that from his child.

It was strange to remember he couldn’t care less for what people thought of him in the past. Some shithead he wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about hated Jake’s guts? Good. He was living in their head rent free, it was fun even — Neytiri too, Jake absolutely enjoyed her hating game at first.

Being legitimately resented by his very own child, though, was a heartbreak he didn’t expect to hurt him the way it did, knocking air off his lungs the first time he heard it. A burning stab right in his heart that wouldn’t go away until he had to hear it for himself you hadn’t meant any of what you said.

Because that said hate actually stemmed from hurt Jake must have inflicted. Because you could actually despise him, and never allow him to reconnect with you again if he could ever manage to garner the courage to reach out to you — a mightier challenge than hunting Toruk in the sense it actually scared him.

His teenage daughter. Scared him.

Jake didn’t know what to do about it, he couldn’t even show what exactly this made him feel, too ashamed and proud for it in the first place.

The growing distance between you and him was an uneasy, frightened bird he tried to shush and calm in his heart in favor of other pressing matters that drilled small holes in the depths of his stomach, and over time, those little holes had fused together to create one big pit with greater gravitational pull than the sun — until Jake didn’t know how to stitch them back together anymore.

He told himself he would talk to you later, for sure. The morning after every argument, every fight, every jab from you he snapped at he would try to make amends for, definitely.

And then he didn’t.

“What is this, are you palulukan ambushing prey? I told you to make up with her, not prepare for hunting.”

Jake shook his head, dropping the machine gun back inside the crate. The warmed metal was some sort of consolation to his nerves. Marine habit. Always felt safer with a gun near. (Or was it the American in him?) “Neytiri,” he acknowledged, bobbing his head. “I’m just passing time.”

“What do you think will happen when she comes back and sees you waiting for her like this?”

Ah, like the old times when Jake couldn’t do one thing right in her eyes. “Yes, ma’am,” he said playfully, but with no mirth behind it, closing the crate with a muffled thunk. With nothing to do with them, one elbow went to his knee and the other hand’s fingers started a rhythm on the lid he’d just shut.

His mate’s hand gingerly came down on his shoulder, kneading the nerves. “Just talk to her, Ma’Jake.”

“I don’t know how to,” he admitted, he covered her fingers on her shoulder with his, and she immediately held his hand back. “Don’t know what to even tell her.” He gave an exhale from the deeper, tired parts of his soul, gazing at the path leading away from their tent. “With Neteyam and Lo’ak, it’s easy. I tell ‘em what to do and they—”

Neytiri took a seat next to him, gathering their hands together. “Suffer just the same.” Jake was about to brush her off, but she didn’t relent. “What you’re doing is hurting them.”

This now was about all of their children rather than you, specifically. Neytiri was trying to get him to see the bigger picture first before moving to cover what he did wrong with each child of his, they had had this conversation countless times before.

Here we go again, Jake thought.

“Doesn’t matter if that’s what it takes to keep them safe.”

“Does it?” Neytiri leaned in, and calmness washed over him despite the disturbing nature of what she was saying. “Does it keep them safe? Or push them to act out more, get in worse situations?”

He grimaced. “I have to—”

“You feel like you have to.” His mate shook their clasped hands, rattling his bones. “I keep my children safe with trust and honesty. Transparence, Ma’Jake. So that they listen to me when I mean it because they See me. You shut them out.” Her lips bared to show her pearly teeth as she was practically beseeching him. “You don’t get your children’s trust by treating them like a squad.”

“They trust me plenty.”

“They trust Olo’eyktan. Toruk Makto. What about their father?”

“I make sure they’re safe.” Neytiri dropped his hands with an agitated snarl, she thought they were back at the beginning again, he couldn’t make her truly understand no matter what he did. He poured his heart out through their tsaheylu everytime, but her values and beliefs were wired so differently from his at the end of the day. “I make sure they stay where I want them to stay for their own good.” Jake shook his head, his voice soft, hushed. No force behind it when Neytiri was heated in return. “One day they’ll understand.”

“They won’t if you never tell them.”

“Tell them what?” Jake asked. “That I’m being harsh on them to prepare them for war? You think they’ll take it seriously after this?”

“Na’vi were in war long before you. There will be wars after you. No parent sullied his child’s happiness for the price of becoming a warrior. You still don’t get our ways even after all these years.”

“The sky people’s way,” Jake emphasized with his arms. “I have to teach them how they think, what they go through, so they know what they’ll be facing, okay? I can’t simply teach them by telling them.”

“You’re deluding yourself, Jake. Contradicting.” Neytiri was gentle in her cruelty, the flickering flames burned less than her amber eyes. “Tuk and Kiri are getting none of this. I know your heart isn’t allowing you. Why can’t you do the same for your other children?”

Because he had gone too far already with the older three.

Trial and error.

He couldn’t take back the things he did and say back — and quite honestly? Jake was being pulled from all sides to sit down and rethink his parenting. All he thought anymore was how to protect his family, frequent nightmares of losing his children in gruesome ways were haunting his every step.

A father protects his children, that’s what gives him meaning.

Jake had his own desperate ways to do so.

He opened his mouth to say something back, anything, but was interrupted by the communication line coming on. “Dad.”

Jake immediately knew something was wrong, body sitting ramrod straight. If the frantic breathing and barely controlled voice wasn’t any indication of it, his eldest’s behavior was. Neteyam didn’t slip up in the codenames like Lo’ak did, dropped all formalities only when he was borderline panicking.

“Dad. I’m sorry, dad, sir, I can’t find her, dad, I’ve looked everywhere around here, I thought maybe she was hiding underwater, behind rocks—but I can’t, I can’t—.”

“Slow down.” Jake could barely contain his own panic rising from the state his son was in. The boy wasn’t able to see it, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in as if Neteyam was right in front of him, and started gesturing with his hand. “Slow down, son.”

“Dad—”

Jake tsk-ed. “Neteyam, slow. Slow.”

Neytiri took his elbow. “What is it?”

He told her to wait with his gaze, and turned his attention back to Neteyam. This could only mean one thing, he was praying to be wrong — needed clarification. “Now tell me calmer. What’s going on?”

“She’s never been here. She never came here in the first place. There’s no sign of her. No trace. I’ve tracked.”

Jake’s instant response was fear. Domineering, ice-cold, cutting fear. Bodily and emotionally both. You were clockwork, similar to him in having unchanging routines and patterns. Angry? Went for a walk. Depressed? No talking to anyone until it passed. Happy? Wanted to go to the forest to spend time with your siblings and always craved sweet fruit. Didn’t want to be around anyone? Hid in the little bioluminescent cove with a pond two little mountains away, always. Always.

Neytiri sensed this, observing the change of demeanor in him.“Ma’Jake?”

“Okay, son.” He seized back control. One missing child was enough. “Stay right there and don’t move. I’ll contact you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Jake,” Neytiri hissed finally, at the end of her ropes.

“She didn’t go to the cove,” he said, face icy neutral as always, but his eyes showed dizzying concern. Neytiri put a hand on her mouth as Jake wasted no time in changing channels. “Night Owl, this is Devil Dog. Come in.” He couldn’t even wait two seconds before trying again. “Night Owl, what is your status? Where are you?”

Silence.

The more fear dug deeper into his skin, the more his anger and annoyance soared up, his tail was whipping the air erratically, the finger on the earpiece could send the metal right into his brain with how hard he was pressing on it. “I know you can hear me. This is no time for playing games. You know what you did to your brother? Do you know how panicked he was, not being able to find you—”

Then Jake remembered what Neytiri advised, he didn’t change strategies because she was right next to him to dig his eyes out, but because his heart was picking up its pace by the second. “Tell me where you are, I’ll leave you alone, I promise, alright? If you’re somewhere open, get to safety, I’m only asking this from you. Or else—”

“Don’t.” Neytiri raised a warning finger at him, voice just above a whisper so they could hear their daughter if she decided to cut in. “Threaten her.”

He couldn’t stop her from snatching the communication device off of him. “Ma’ite, it’s mom. Can you talk to me at least?”

His ears twitched at picking up on you responding, not quite making out the words.

Jake’s eyes shut close for a long time as his whole eyebrow line migrated upwards, he physically had to get a few steps between him and the earpiece so the obliviating worry that’d almost blinded him wouldn’t cause him to say something he’d greatly regret later. He could feel himself deflating. A migraine could be coming anytime soon.

You wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence but the moment your mother interrupted, you did? Fine. Fine. He didn’t care. Jake could live with it. At least you were alive.

A rippling shudder shook him the moment that thought hit him, an image of you lying dead in a ditch, pale blue, flashing in his mind, he had to run a hand down his face.

When Jake looked back, irked by the silence, he found Neytiri standing completely stock-still. And all of a sudden, her petrifying glare was on him, ears pinned all the way back, hands gradually starting to tremble.

“Neytiri?”

She wordlessly handed him the device, and with a deep frown, Jake put it back in his ear.

“Hi there Corporal, you hear me? Yeah, I know you do. As much as I’m charmed by the fatherly love I could give you a big old sloppy wet kiss, we have unfinished business.”

And the ground disappeared right under Jake’s feet, plunging him into hell itself.

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teamblck · 2 months

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the 141 as dads

captain john price-

• this man is would be such a good dad

• we all know for a fact this man has a breeding kink so i see him having like 3/4 kids

• waking up early in the morning and eating bowls of cereal watching old cartoon re runs with them

• would start smoking outside or exclusively in his office because he doesn’t want that around them

• type of dad in his retirement to coach his kids football/soccer team

• the best for laying the child on his chest, humming as they fall asleep

• would be super interested in what his children’s interest are (this goes for all of them but i’m putting it here)

• takes his kids on camping and fishings trips

• loves to play hide-n-seek with his kids

• his kids would mock his actions and stand in front of the tv with his hands behind his back, and when they are napping on the couch his kid would also start snoring cause we all know this man snores LOUDLY

• type of dad whenever his kids mention they like eating something once he buys like 5 boxes of it

• would cry they say their first word no matter what is is

• loves taking them to the park

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick-

• okay literally the best dad ever

• i could see him with like 2 or 3 kids

• MATCHING OUTFITS

• if he had girls he would 1000% learn all kind of cute braid styles for them

• when he found out his spouse was pregnant he would be shocked but happy and would immediately buy 100 what to expect when you’re expecting books

• would hate when he kids got into trouble cause he would hate laying the law down but would sit them down and talk every calm but firm

• then would go into another room and be like 🥺

• would NEVER get angry with his kids

• all the mothers would flirt with him in the pickup line at school and he just ignores it

• he thinks his children deserve the entire world

• his kids call Price grandpa

• will blow raspberries on their stomachs until they they can’t stop giggling

• takes 1000 photos of his kids doing anything and then spam sends them to his spouse

• got so nauseous the first time he changed a diaper

• family halloween outfits

john ‘soap’ mactavish-

• such a fun dad

•pillow forts

• ice cream for breakfast

• if he had a son/sons he would cut their hair in the mohawk style as well

• would want so many children omg

• he comes from a big family so i think he would want one as well

• but if his spouse didn’t want a big family he would be okay with it

• if you’ve watched modern family he would be like phil dunphy

• would put his kids on those kid leashes whenever they go anywhere

• i feel like one thing he would struggle with is saying no to his children

• would always help them with their math and science homework

• type of dad to do push ups while his kids are sitting in his back and they are all giggling

• the proudest dad ever! is at every dance recital or sports game or talent show and if he can’t be (because of his job) he would ask all about it when he got home and even if they did poorly he would still tell them how proud of them he is and go her ice cream

•TICKLE FIGHTS

• it would also tear him up if couldn’t be there during a special event for his children

• i also feel like he would cry at major life milestones

• if his children/kid are into sports all you can hear at games is him yelling across the field

simon ‘ghost’ riley-

• GIRL DAD SIMON GIRL DAD SIMON GIRL DAD SIMON

• just imagine him with a pink baby holder strapped to his chest

• he would be such a good father omg

• with his past with his father he would be super scared at first but then as he’s holding this tiny infant he would get angry (not at child obviously) cause how could anyone treat their child the way his father treated him?

• would be super protective of his children (i mean all of them would tbh)

• as cute as it is for the baby to wear little skull head clothing, i don’t think he would want his children knowing ‘Ghost’.

• i think one thing he would struggle with is when his kids throw tantrums when it’s over something ridiculous like he wouldn’t let them pull their siblings hair or eat something gross off the floor and he doesn’t know how to deal with them. he doesn’t want to get to firm and scare them and he doesn’t want to give into such ridiculous things so he would kinda back away and look at you for help

• his kids would 1000% get his accent

• loves to lift them up with his arms, whooshing them around like they are a super hero

• has tea parties with his kids and their stuffed animals on a regular basis

• such a big softie for his children/child are you kidding me

• his children/kid use him as like a jungle gym and are usually hanging off his arms

• would never tell them what he does for work and when they ask he would just say ‘work’

i would give any of these men children or all of them

let me know if you have any feedback!!

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Queen Bee-atch Ⅴ (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia) but no explicit description of it.

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"No! Of course I'm not on board." Being zoned out for most of the week, you hadn't been listening to Janis' rambling, so you had no idea of her plan for Cady. Sighing, Janis sets her guitar to the side. "Dude, we've been talking about this plan for weeks, your opinion won't stop it." Damien chimes in from his place at your desk, "Yeah girl, Regina needs to be humbled. If anything, we're helping her."

You invited your friends over the second you got home from Regina's, with the intention of having a jam sesh, until you heard Damien bring up the next step of their sabotage plan. You roll your eyes at Janis' nodding, getting up from the floor. "No, this is insane. Regina doesn't need to be 'humbled'." Cady peaks her head out of your bathroom, your mascara in her hand, "Yes she does! She was about to steal Aaron away from me."

Your eyes bulge out of your head, "Are you fucking serious? That's what this is about?" Janis rolls her eyes at you, "You know what this is about. She made our lives a living hell in freshman year!" You scoff, shaking your head and taking your guitar from her, "Wow, people think you're a pyromaniac. Boohoo." Janis stands up and pushes your shoulders, making you drop your guitar,

"Regina treated me like shit!"

You push her back, "Me too! You don't see me overreacting about it!"

"This," She shoves you, "Is not an overreaction. You didn't even know her! She was my best friend! Becoming an antisocial bulimic bitch is an overreaction." The silence that follows is deafening.

Tears well up in your eyes, "Fuck you, Janis. You're a hypocrite, you're all hypocrites!"

You point at Cady, "You're literally dressed like a plastic right now. Also, you ditched me when I was blackout drunk, for a boy that you barely just met!" Turning your gaze towards Damien and Janis, "You guys don't sit alone because everybody hates you. You hate everybody! You are no different from Regina, you just hide it better."

"You hate everyone too!" Janis retorts, while Damien and Cady look at each other awkwardly. "Maybe, but I don't seek petty revenge on everyone that's ever wronged me! You don't think I hate Regina for what she's done?" You sit down on the ground, calming down. "I do, but making her miserable won't make me any happier, and it won't make you happier either." Janis sighs, taking a seat next to you, Cady and Damien following.

"Fine, we won't do it, but we can't take back what we've already done." Janis slaps Cady in warning. You raise an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?" Damien sighs, "We may have...been responsible for her recent weight gain and pimples." You groan, falling backwards and laying down on the floor, "You guys are horrible. At least you can start sitting with us again, Cady...Cady?" You all turn to her as she looks up from her phone, "I just need one more day."

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It's been a couple of minutes since English class started. You were assigned to finish up the book report, so it was basically a free period. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you slam your laptop closed.

"Uh, what were you doing?" You turn towards Regina, noting that she's wearing sweatpants, "Watching porn..?" She takes her seat, raising an eyebrow at you. You stare at her while she slowly drags your laptop towards her, opening it and turning it on.

Papa's pizzeria pops up on your screen. "In what world would watching porn be a better explanation than playing a game?" Regina looks at you in disbelief. "I panicked! I thought you were the teacher." She huffs out a laugh and pulls out her notebook while you take your laptop back. Regina turns to you, opens her mouth, then closes it and turns back to her notebook.

You ignore it, but after she does it for the fourth time you decide to ask,

"Are you having a stroke-"

She interrupts, "I'm sorry!"

The class goes quiet, curious at what she could possibly be apologizing for. "Oh, uh. We don't have to talk about that." You scratch the back of your neck. She sighs and moves her chair to face you. "No, we do." You pinch the bridge of your nose before standing up and grabbing her arm, ignoring the teacher's objections and dragging her out of class. "Regina, we were young and stupid, it's fine."

Her face contorts in anger, "It's not! I was horrible to you, more than I was to anyone else. You didn't deserve that," She looks you up and down, "I shouldn't have made you feel like you needed to change anything about yourself."

You were speechless, Janis would never believe this. "Thank you, really, but I'm just one person out of hundreds that you've been horrible to. Why are you so worried about my opinion specifically?" She sputters while you raise your eyebrows at her, waiting for a reply. She rolls her eyes and drags you to the janitor's closet. Her eyes dart around the room, looking at everything except you. "I like you."

Your expression remains unchanged, "Uh okay, I like you too, you've been a good friend- Oh." Your eyes widen in realization. Regina panics at your silence and attempts to backtrack, "Oh, pfft, yeah that's what I meant! Friends, you're a good friend- mph!" You press your lips to hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.

After the initial shock, Regina relaxes into the kiss and places her hands on your waist, pushing you against the wall. The bell stops Regina's wandering hands, and you push her away, catching your breath. "This talk isn't over, Blondie." Regina smiles at you, "Come over today, we can talk all night long, puppy." You blush at the nickname and innuendo, lightly shoving her when she laughs. "Stop! Look, Janice has an art competition tonight. Can you come with me? You're gonna have to apologize to her too."

Regina shakes her head in disgust before you add, "I'll come over after and we can have that 'talk'-"

"I'll come!"

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Gretchen was pissed. Regina had blown her off for you, ditched her and Karen at a party for you, and walked out the janitor's closet with you! For her to have the audacity to try and sit at their table, in sweatpants, after all of that.

"Those rules are bullshit-"

Karen jumps in, "They weren't that day I wore a vest!"

"Yeah because that vest was hideous!"

"You can't sit with us!" The cafeteria goes quiet at Gretchen's screech. You, Janis, and Damien turn to face the commotion. "These are all that fit me right now," You can make out Regina admitting quietly. Gretchen turns to Cady, waiting for her decision. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you hear Cady's answer. Turning to Janis and Damien, you ask,

"Does she know the plan is off? Did she not hear anything we said?"

"She does! I don't know why she's acting like this." Janis replies,

Your jaw goes slack, "You literally made her like this."

"Look, maybe this is just a one time thing!"

The conversation is interrupted by Regina yelling, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Your heart breaks for her, you make a mental note to talk to Regina. Trying to defuse the awkwardness, Damien brings up Janis's art competition. "Look, Cady promised she'd be there. We can talk to her about this then!" You scoff, "Yeah, we'll see."

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A/N: I couldn't fit the Christmas dance thing in so i worked around it. Also, I don't really know how to reply to them but I promise I check all the reblogs and comments and I appreciate them. Thank you for reading!

#regina george x reader #regina george imagine #mean girls imagines #mean girls 2024 #fanfic #wlw #regina george #mean girls #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #regina george x you #mean girls the musical #regina george is a lesbian #wlw fiction #regina george icons #x reader

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can I please request something along the lines of playing hide and seek with Ateez and how each member would be -- like where they'd hide and if you'd even manage to find them,, I need a good laugh 😭

꒰ఎ 에이티즈 + HIDE ‘N’ SEEK

⟢ pairing : ateez x reader ➖ genre : fluff, established relationship ➖ requested : yes ! ➖ warnings : none that i know of

🧩 — ; hongjoong .

would definitely hide in his studio

you’re gonna find him. 100%.

his #1 hiding spot

AND HE NEVER CHANGES IT LIKE YOU’RE GONNA FORGET THAT THATS WHERE HE HIDES EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

he’s one of those players that are in denial

“joong, honey, i see you.”

“no you don’t.”

“but i do..”

“but you don’t tho.” (his feet are sticking out from the spot under his desk)

🧩 — ; seonghwa .

you’re probably not gonna be able to find him for a few minutes

ngl he’s a pretty good player

hides in one of the bottom cabinets in the kitchen

don’t ask me how he fit in there..

he finds simple spots but also ones you wouldn’t really think of checking

and it’s usually some tiny space in the house

“hwa, how did you even manage to fit in here..”

“well, you see-“

🧩 — ; yunho .

ULTIMATE HIDE AND SEEK PLAYER YOU’RE NOT FINDING HIM

he finds the most outrageous hiding spots ever idk bro

you’re definitely gonna find him in your car or something

falls asleep on the car floor because of how long it took you to find him

like HELLO????

this is why you never play hide and seek with him

“YUNHO WTF-“

“huh?- what?”

“literally what kind of hiding place is this..”

🧩 — ; yeosang .

yeo is actually not bad at this game

but he doesn’t really use any technique so he chooses simple places

he’s still pretty good tho!

he’d probably hide in your coat closet :((

he’s just so cute

🧩 — ; san .

sans pretty good too

but he’s also very competitive..

IN DENIAL PT2

he’s so “i wasn’t even playing fr” coded

im ngl, you might find him in your bathtub.

“san..” *pulls back curtain*

“WAIT- NO, THAT WAS JUST A PRACTICE ROUND.”

🧩 — ; mingi .

im sorry but my baby is the worst at hide n seek

you’re gonna find him..

he’s most likely hiding behind or on the side of the couch or something 😭

he’s definitely the type to be confused on how you found him cause he thought his hiding spot was like the best

in denial pt3

🧩 — ; wooyoung .

honestly i don’t think wooyoung even tries to get a good hiding spot

he wants you to find him

picks the simplest hiding spots ever

purposely makes noises so it’s easier for you

idk this just makes sense to me cause it’s wooyoung

“woo, i found you. you kept stomping so loud-“

“oops..? 🤭”

🧩 — ; jongho .

jongho is literally the best at this game

probably better than yunho

jongho probably hides at your nearest grocery store

ITS OUTRAGEOUS I KNOW BUT HES VERY COMPETITIVE

you literally have to call him because you can’t find him ANYWHERE 💀

･:*:･.★

milan’s note: im sorry this was so short, im not feeling well

TAGLIST: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun @jungwonderz — message or comment to be added

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redbleedingrose · 6 months

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What do the batboys do for hobbies in your opinion

Hobbies for Bat Boys!

Rhysand

Okay so to be honest, I feel like Rhys is constantly stressed out being high lord and having to make all these heavy decisions, so his hobby would be something super relaxing and something you wouldn't expect.

First off, Rhysie is such a fashionista, just like his mother. He is absolutely going out with you to pick out all your outfits for the season. You are probably the best dressed female in Pyrthian and it is all because of him. He goes out of his way to custom design outfits for you, often playing a role in hand tailoring dresses that don't fit you perfectly so that it fits you like a sleeve. He knows different styles that look amazing on you, even when you don't think so. All the ladies of Valeris follow your fashion sense, not knowing that it is actually Rhys who is the trend setter for the night court.

Okay, this is kinda out there, but!!! I feel like Rhys would also just love flipping homes. He didn't realize this until after the attack on Valeris, but when he began to help with rebuilding the homes that were destroyed, he realized how much he enjoys the intricacies of designing a home, and surprisingly, he loves the handiwork of it too. Maybe it is the Illyrian in him that finds satisfaction in building something from the ground up. Once the homes of Valeris are rebuilt, he is really bored and can't figure out why until he decides to create a vacation home for just the two of you, and then he realizes what he has been missing out on. Now, he likes to build vacation homes for you and your future children and grandchildren from the ground up.

Cassian

For our daddy Cassian, I think he would pull a fast one on you and be really good at baking. You would think for a big, burly, hunk of a male he would be into wrestling or training as a hobby, but I think he sees it as more-so a job than a hobby. It comes to him when its nearing your birthday, and he is tearing the house apart to find the old recipe book his mother used to create birthday cakes for him when he was just a babe. Finally, he finds it with all these recipes that have tiny handwritten changes inked into the pages, and he realizes that his mum poured her love into her cooking and baking. So he tries to do that for you. Because he loves you more than he can possibly describe. So he bakes a five tiered black forrest cherry cake, with marachino cherries he hand picked from Summer Court (which he had to sneak into and out of with the help of a certain spymaster) and fudge imported from the Autumn Court. It turns out to be the best cake you and he have ever eaten, and thus begins his journey as a home baker. Cass becomes extremely good at making pies, cakes, and macrons. He never shows up to a family dinner without some form of dessert. At this point, even Elain can't complain because the sweets he brings are just too good.

Another hobby that I think Cass would have would be going to nursing homes or daycares where he can interact with the elderly and little babes. He always brings a dessert in tow that has the children literally climbing on top of him. He listens to the stories that the elderly have for him, taking note of all the lessons that he learns from them about love and life, sometimes sharing the stories with you in the deep of night like the little gossip he is. And he likes to play games with all the little babes, encouraging them to join him outside so they can play hide and seek in the woods behind the daycare. Sometimes you tag along because the babes love story time with you, complaining that Cass doesn't show the drawings for long enough like you do.

Azriel

The shadowsinger is indeed a singer.

He spends a lot of time in his private office with you lounging on the couch nearby reading, taking the time to develop different song lyrics and hymns for you. It is the one thing that he inherited from his father that he is willing to accept, is his musical creativity. He likes to collect different musical instruments and uses them to create different toons that he will only ever play for you. Sometimes he puts on one male shows just for you, playing the piano while softly singing you a song that he wrote with you in mind. He could spend hours trying to figure out the different keys and notes that he can achieve just to formulate something that might put into words how he feels about you.

I think Az is also the kind of male who is really interested in learning dead languages. He would find this ancient book in the libraries beneath the the House of Wind, and could spend days if you let him, trying to decode the meaning of the books. He likes the phenotics and analyzing different poetry and trying to make sense of what fae in the past felt and thought.

To expand on the last point, Azzie is def the history buff of the bat boys. He loves learning about the history wars and times of depression in the past, and how the world came together to make something better. You think that he thinks it brings him hope, and teaches him lessons that he can't get from anywhere else. He tries to apply them as spymaster of the night court.

Plus his reading glasses make him look incredibly sexy so you aren't complaining.

Masterlist

What do we think the hobbies are for the Vanserra bros?

#rose answers #acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar headcanons #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #rhysand hcs #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian hcs #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel hcs #rose rambles

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markrbit · 11 months

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𝙨𝙠𝙯 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ☆ (𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦) ☆

song recommendation: ‘my universe’ (seungmin & i.n) (feat. changbin) ♪

an; omg! thank you all so much for the support on the hyung line ones !! now, prepare for the cutie maknae line <3

📂; bolds are a summary, use of pet names (sprout, sugar, puppy, peach), use of the word dada (x1), a bit of crack in seungmins, pure fluff other than that, barking at people T-T, thats all i can think of.

𝙟𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜

< 🐿️ > HAN;

CHAOS DAD

definitely makes pillow forts and has pillow fights.

‘good night sprout, i love you so much!’

movie night sundays :(

sits the kid on his lap and cradles them, all while watching a silly cartoon movie that both of them enjoy, probably the lego movie or something.

his child would be the brightest light of his life, enough said

constantly talks about them, nothing but praise, just thinks they are perfect in all ways.

writes every single song about them, just finds one thing to compare in every lyric.

lullaby king.

sings them to sleep every night, and will stay at their side until they fall asleep.

he always, ALWAYS, tries to see himself in the kiddo, whether it be through looks or personality, it finds comfort knowing he put effort into raising a fragile human life.

< 🐥 > FELIX;

thinking about this makes me SO SAD.

baking cookies together :(

‘you alright sugar? good, make sure you don’t spill the milk ok? be careful.’

his mini assistant in pouring, measuring and every step in the process.

if his child had freckles, he would make sure to count them, making a note of each one as they fall asleep in his arms.

if felix is sunshine, his child is a brighter ray of sunshine.

always speaks highly of his child, nothing but endless praise, as he loves them for who they are nonetheless, and it can turn into rambles, but that’s just how much he loves them.

GIRL SCOUT DAD (if he had a daughter).

the best field trip chaperone ever, gets immersed in the experience and makes it all the better.

plays video games with the kiddo in his lap, teaching them the controls and holding their hands to play with the controller.

<🐶> SEUNGMIN;

the type of dad to affectionally call his kid, ‘dog’ or ‘puppy.’

‘aw yeah, i think this puppy here is ready for their nap.’

loves to play with the kids toys, like make the whole experience better for them.

‘playing pretend’ >>>> especially with seungmin.

similar to felix in the sense of a girl scout dad.

goes adventuring outside in the backyard, playing in the plants and whatnot.

after they get inside, bath-time! the lord of giving bubble baths.

teaches his kiddo to bark at people, at first it was a joke until it got out of hand.

‘see uncle jisung? yeah, bark at him.’ T-T

his kid would always try and run and hide from him, as if they were always playing, which makes them a handful in public spaces.

but he plays it cool, the hide and seek king he is.

<🦊> JEONGIN;

HE’S SO CUTE AND TINY AUHFDBID

he randomly buys things because, ‘oh, this looks like them!’ and it’s literally like a plushie.

most caring dad ever.

king of playdates, he has a whole color coordinated calendar of events dedicated to his kiddo, along with sticky notes of drawings they made.

scent king, he wants his baby to smell good.

fresh baby, lavender lotion, or the really good smelling lotion.

this whole scenario makes me have butterflies in my tummy :(

TUMMY KISSES

he holds them up and just tickles them with silly little kisses to their tummy, and laughs along with them.

and then they fall asleep together, the sweet smells wafting together as they doze off.

‘goodnight my peach, dada loves you.’

#dad!skz #skz headcanons #stray kids #stray kids headcanons #straykids #hanjisung #han jisung #kim seungmin #seungmin #yang jeongin #jeongin #in skz #maknae line #i am so sad

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mywons · 8 months

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❛ boyfriend!niki headcanons.

▸ ִֶָ tags [ boyfriend ] riki x reader, fluff + mentions of other members—heeseung, jungwon + use of petnames ( baby, sweetheart, my girl, pretty ) + humor + playful jealousy / possessiveness + niki being a little shit. warnings! && cursing. ✿ 0.5k words —

## HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT !

one word. LIAR.

so, how you guys got together, you met pretty randomly

at an arcade, there was a two player game and niki couldn’t find any of the guys to ask them to play w him

you’d offered to play w him when you saw the frown on his face, and you guys exchanged numbers after that

at first, you guys were only best friends. calling eachother and gossiping, baking stuff (and failing) together, and going back to that same arcade you met at <3

eventually . . . you realized that your feelings for him weren’t only platonic. you found yourself seeking romantic attention from him, and it was beginning to make you feel guilty because you shouldn’t be thinking of your best friend in that way anyways, right?

time passes and niki realizes your feelings for him. mostly because he feels the same way, and you’re horrible at hiding how flustered you get when he calls you pretty :(

it gets to the point that you can barely be around him without avoiding eye contact and stumbling over your words. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever, but asks you “what’s wrong? what’s been up with you lately?” as if he doesn’t know.. 🤨

you get tired of his persisting and eventually blurt out your feelings for him.

guess what he does?

LAUGHS.

“i know”

THE FUCKER SAYS “i know.”

and with the biggest, stupidest smile on his face, tells you that your feelings are very much reciprocated

as for him being your boyfriend:

he’s the type to hold your hand in his hoodie pocket because he always wants to be touching you claims your hands are cold

also, once you’re dating him, he takes that as a sign to be the ONLY one that’s allowed to hug you.

you hugged heeseung for a millisecond once as a greeting and he literally peeled heeseung’s arms off of you

riki says it was a joke but we all know that isn’t true

he definitely tries harder when it comes to idol activities. not that he doesn’t already, but now he goes above and beyond just because he wants all your praise <3

definitely a winter boyfriend. snow angels, cuddling under 5 blankets, drinking hot chocolate and watching your favorite movies <3

calls you “pretty,” or “baby”

SOMETIMES “sweetheart,” but that’s when he’s sleepy or wants a favor 😭

loves sending you stuff that reminds him of you, mostly because he wants you to do it too—knowing that you think of him during random parts of your day is his oxygen

hides the non-scary games on his consoles

hear me out. whenever you wanna play games w him, he wants them to be scary games, because of the way you cling to him for hours afterwards

introduces you to people as “my girl”

also really likes teaching you enha choreos, especially bite me (you’re his dance partner <3)

if you’re close to any of the other members, he acts like everything is a competition. if jungwon mentions that he bought you icecream, niki’s like “well i buy her ice cream ALL the time 😐”

he’s so funny bye 😭

literally best boyfriend, i want him bye

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toysrguts · 2 months

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Jeff's Relation to the Other Pastas

plz dont come for me this is my own personal au or whatever im not claiming these as facts o___o

also sorry if i didnt add ur favorite i just did the most relevant ones ig idk sorry this kinda sucks!!!!!

🩻EJ: #bestfriends4lyfe they clicked when they first met and they've been best friends ever since. they have the kind of friendship where they can just sit in silence doing their own thing just enjoying each other's presence. EJ doesn't talk much anyway and Jeff respects that. they do everything but also nothing together, its really sweet.

🪓Toby: they definitely have a thing going on IM SORRY SUE ME. they have a history of absolutely hating each other but over time they both realized they were trying to hide their attraction to one another. jeff always looked for reasons to be closer to toby, even if it was just to bully him. either way toby yearned for jeffs company. now they both bully each other but affectionately

🖤Jane: NUH UH. KEEP THEM AWAY FROM EACH OTHER AT ALL COSTS. these 2 in a room together is basically opening pandoras box

🎮BEN: they are the epitome of straight boys that claim to be straight but act so painfully gay with each other. they will literally make jokes about fucking but get offended when someone questions it. theyre also the ones who are always staying up all night playing video games and waking everybody up with their screaming and yelling

🎀Nina: nina is jeff's crazy ex girlfriend. they stayed friends after the breakup but nina is still super clingy and jeff uses that to his advantage to boss her around all the time. little does he know she still snips locks of his hair when hes not looking and has a whole shrine for him in her room :3

🧸Sally: jeff treats sally a lot better than the rest of the pastas. shes basically jeff's younger sister; they have movie nights together every weekend and they also play a lot of dress-up and hide and go seek. sally also likes to force jeff to let her give him makeovers. jeff is like a different person around her, its nice to see him be silly every once and a while

🍬LJ: jeff annoys the absolute shit out of this man. hes like the authority figure that jeff likes to disobey just to be annoying. he roasts the absolute shit out of him for being a clown and pulls pranks on him constantly but always hides before LJ can beat the living shit out of him. jeff is like 2 whole feet shorter than him but hes somehow not scared of him. LJ is like his own personal punching bag for no reason

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starry-sky-melody · 5 months

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polyvbs hcs!!

They all have silly matching earrings like ans!

They have a silly date night at one of their houses every once in a while! They watch movies, paint each others nails, all that sappy bs

The sleepovers happen especially if one has a bad day, where that person would get showered with love and affection

Akito is forced to carry everyone's bags when they go shopping. Ena forces him to do this too and he hates it, but the puppy eyes his partners give him is too much

They all have sappy nicknames for one another <333

They play games in the sekai like hide and seek and tag! Akito is usually the best at tag, kohane is the best hider, and Toya is literally the best seeker ever like- he can find everyone within 5 minutes

kohane gets her cheeks squished by literally all of them, especially an.. 😭 she's their little hamster

They're all pretty physically affectionate, especially Kohane, who has to be holding hands with one of them at all times as they walk

Akito gets flustered real easily so kohane, an, and even toya all come up with ways to get him all worked up 😭

Me when polyvbs ^^^^^

#poly vbs #polysquad #polyvbs #kohane azusawa #an shiraishi #toya aoyagi #akito shinonome #vivid bad squad #project sekai #pjsk #hatsune miku colorful stage

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heart4reigns · 11 months

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HIDE AND SEEK, roman reigns.

warnings: alcohol, confessions, both are insanely in love with each other, implied sexual activities, situationship

tags: drink carefully kids!!! woohoo girl-code!

summary: a little game of hide and seek won’t hurt anyone, right?

“HONESTLY, i love you.” the words from last night’s dinner kept you up. the scene kept replaying inside your head as you remembered your reaction. it caught you off-guard, obviously. you were in love with him too, but you didn’t know what to do. so you got up from your seat and excused yourself, leaving him hanging. that was the biggest mistake you have ever made in your entire life.

the sound of your alarm was the last thing you wanted to hear today. you wanted to sleep more but you knew you had responsibilities such as driving your best friends (and coworkers) to work and gym since it was your turn. it took you a couple of minutes to gain consciousness, dragging your body to the bathroom.

you honked your car, indicating your presence. "alright calm down!” you heard jimmy’s voice. “hurry up, i don’t have all day here. gotta pick up jey too.” you complained. “damn, you’re picking up the whole block.” “and whose fault is that? not mine. stupid schedules, you’re a grown man. you can drive on your own.” you joked. “i know you love me and jey.” you only chuckled in response, driving to jey’s house, only to see him standing in front of the door. “about damn time!”

"you coming tomorrow night right?" you finished your session. right now, the three of you were sitting in a coffee shop, reviewing your schedule. "i can't... i have physics due monday?" you immediately blurted out, not thinking about what you just said. "you're insane and you're coming. come on man, you never bailed on any party! especially seth’s birthday.”

your best friends knew what was happening. "just say you've been avoiding roman." you couldn't help but to nod. "yeah, as a matter of fact, i am avoiding him." you said, waiting for their reactions. "yeah girl, i already know the story. he told me about it." a sheer panic was plastered on your face. "what did he say?" you asked. "it's a secret." jimmy snickered. "tell me or i will actually drive your ass to the retirement home." you joked. "nah, he didn't tell anything. i was just messing with you." you clenched your jaw in annoyance.

"i just don't understand," jey paused for a second, taking the time to drink his coffee. "why didn’t you say it back?" you sighed in response. "he confessed last night and i didn't know what to say." he furrowed his brows. "so you ghosted him?" "yes i did." you ghosted the roman reigns.

the reason? you were scared. you had been single for a few years and getting in a relationship right now scared the shit out of you. "that's so fucking funny." jimmy laughed. "you? ghosting the man? dude, everyone wants him. but he only wants you." your face reddened as he finished his sentence. "shut up, you know i’m a pussy. besides, i think he hates me now.” jey pulled out his phone, showing you messages from the family groupchat. "at 9.54 am, 'has anyone talked to (y/n) she's not answering me'. at 10.11, 'should i call her?' and then jimmy only replied with a dog pic." jey narrated the conversation. "well, i'm sorry." you apologized.

"you know, he really loves you. you shouldn't really be scared, (y/n)." jimmy added. you knew that too, but you were still afraid to own up to your own feelings. "let's just go to work." you stood up from your seat, practically dragging them back to the car. you had to face work with an anxious state, you really didn't want to meet roman today, but at this point–it was inevitable.

the ride to the arena was filled with laughter and jokes, obviously, riding with the twins was something you look forward to. they were sweethearts, always trying to cheer you up, despite the stressful environment of the industry. "you're not going to our locker room today?" you shook your head. "bro, i am literally avoiding your locker room leader." you defended yourself. "boo, loser." jimmy ruffled your hair. "see you!" you practically skipped to the female locker room, hoping you wouldn't encounter a certain male wrestler. to your luck, you saw him near his locker room. "fuck." you muttered once again.

you squat under a table, waiting for him to go away. he saw someone in the corner of his eyes, so he looked your way to no avail. roman furrowed his brows, completely confused. he shrugged it off, entering the locker room on his own. you sighed in relief, standing up on your feet. "what the fuck are you doing?" a voice came behind you, startling you. "god, seth! you scared the shit out of me." your eyes widened in fear. "who are you hiding from?" the wrestler asked. "n- no one, actually, need to change! see you!" you skipped your way to the locker room.

"has anyone seen (y/n)?" roman asked the entire locker room. jimmy and jey froze, they didn't know what to do. "nah." "nope." "oh, saw her earlier!" the last sentence came from seth. "where is she?" roman continued his question. "she went to her locker room, i supposed. quite funny that i found her ducking behind a table." something clicked inside roman, he was avoiding you. he looked at his cousins, raising an eyebrow. "you know anything?" the twins shook their heads in unison. they might be great actors on stage, but they were bad liars.

roman was confused. he was confused with your behavior. last night, he confessed that he wanted to take your current situationship seriously, but you didn't respond after that. it was obvious that you loved him back; all those dates, all those 'sleepovers', it was a situationship. he wanted to make it official. the two of you were grown adults, sooner or later you had to talk it out.

you were already in your gear, ready to face the night with whatever was thrown to you. the women's locker room was filled with chatters, everyone was getting ready for showtime. you heard a knock on the door, expecting it to be one of the crews. "hey it's roman, is (y/n) there?" the locker room looked at you, waiting for your answer. "no. no, tell him i'm not here" you mouthed at bayley, who was in front of the door. "she's not here!" bayley opened the door, you ducked behind one of the lockers. "oh. if you see her, can you tell her i'm looking for her?"

"damn, (y/n). relationship problems?" right after bayley closed the door, the entire locker room was curious about your situation. "fuck, it's nothing." you tied your boots. "it's definitely not nothing, are you okay, girl?" zelina asked. "yeah, yeah. don't worry about it guys. i'm okay." "if you need anything, we're here okay?"

the backstage went chaotic when showtime started, everyone was doing their job. you were ready to walk out as your music started playing. "(y/n), (y/n)!" roman was at the end of the hallway, practically running to get you before you went out. your eyes widened in in surprise as you quickly walked out of the backstage, trying to avoid him.

it was clear that you were ignoring him. he could only see you on the monitor, all smiles as if nothing was wrong. roman crossed his arms, still studying you on the screen. "what's with that pout, man?" jey nudged him. "i'm just so confused with (y/n)." he replied. "did she say anything to you? did i do something wrong?" jey shook his head. "nah man, maybe she needs time? probably overwhelmed with the love you gave her." he continued. "why would she be overwhelmed?" jey shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to spill all the information to his cousin. "maybe that's for you to figure out on your own."

your match ended, meaning you had to go backstage. roman was up next, so it was really your lucky day. you could go back home without interacting with roman. so there you were, in the locker room, still out of breath. you looked at the monitor, seeing roman standing tough with his entire bloodline by his side. "i don't know what happened between you two, but i need you to stop playing hide and seek." bayley said. "right, it's weird seeing you on your own. you'd be with him by now."

it was true, everyone thought it was weird seeing you on your own. but once again, you were still scared of acknowledging your own feelings. "get home safely, (y/n)." you clocked out of work, your entire body feeling sore. you looked carefully in the hallways, not wanting to be spotted by a certain black-haired wrestler. "(y/n)." what a fucking lucky day, you thought. you ignored him and immediately walked away from your spot. before roman could catch you, started the car–leaving him in a confused state.

as soon as you got home, your phone rang. it was roman calling, but you chose to ignore it.

roman: hello?

roman: are you okay?

roman: did i do something wrong?

roman: i hope things are okay, see you at seth's tomorrow

you were literally playing a game of hide and seek as soon as you arrived at seth and becky's house. "hi, happy birthday champ." you hugged seth, giving him his birthday present. "AW THANKS (Y/N)!" his loud and cheery voice filled the room. "where's roman?" seth asked, not seeing your male counterpart with you. "oh, he's on his own." seth brushed it off, not wanting to intervene in your relationship problems. becky passed you a cup filled with alcohol. "you look like you need a drink." “i really do.”

the black-haired man got out of his car, carrying seth's birthday gift. he didn't know if you were already there, but he was hoping that he could have a talk with you. "hey, happy birthday bro." roman hugged the man. "thanks! thought you'd come with (y/n) tho." seth returned the gesture. "is she here?" seth nodded. "she's talking to sami outside." seth pointed at you, laughing your ass off.

"here comes the tribal chief." sami announced, making you choke on your drink. "fuck!" your eyes widened in fear as you excused yourself from the conversation you were having. he was walking towards you, to your luck, someone greeted him, sparing you time to get away from the crime scene. you went back inside, only to be greeted by jey's dumbass smile. "hide and seek?" you nodded, taking a shot of whatever alcohol was inside your cup.

"wait, where is (y/n)? she was just here." roman said to sami. "yeah, i lost her too. she shouldn't be far from here though." he replied. roman had to admit that you had good hiding skills, you were in the same house but yet, he couldn't find you. maybe it was a mistake that he confessed to you. maybe you didn't want him? all those questions roamed inside his mind.

seeing him not enjoying the party bothered you a bit. it was all your doings. you sighed, still not wanting to deal with confrontation. "you know you can't really ignore him forever." you took yet, another shot. "damn girl, calm down." "i'm gonna need more drinks if i'm gonna talk to him tonight." your head was already fuzzy from the alcohol. "whatever you say, (y/n)." jimmy rolled his eyes.

it was the alcohol inside your veins that made you feel like you were ready to face your current situationship. you didn't avoid him, in fact, you were waiting for him to talk to you. but as soon as he saw you, you immediately walked away, hiding in the kitchen. it was empty, thankfully. you breathed out, trying to calm yourself down.

"you know, you have nowhere to go now."

there he was, holding a red cup. it was now or never, you thought. "hiiiiii." your words were dragged down. "and you're drunk." you shook your head. "i'm perfectly fine!" you smiled, feeling nervous. "are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow. "no, i'm just feeling a bit fuzzy. but i'm good, what's up?" he chuckled at your sentence. "what's up?" he repeated. "you've been ignoring me, (y/n)." you took another shot of your drink, only to have him take away your cup. "hey, i was drinking it." you pouted.

"we need to talk." here we go, you thought. "why are you ignoring me?" he asked. "uh... i am not?" you didn't know what to do. "you don't reply to my texts, you didn't answer my call, and we've been playing hide and seek... did i do something wrong?" you immediately shook your head. "no, no. you didn't do anything wrong." you continued to shake your head. "then what happened?"

you sighed. "i'm sorry." you apologized. "i don't need your apology, i just want to know what happened." he admitted, leaning on the counter. "i'm just scared? i like you too, god, i love you. but i'm just scared about this." his eyes flashed with pity. of course you were scared, you were not used to being in love with someone. you were just scared with your own feelings. "oh." was all that came out from his mouth.

"so... is this over?" he asked. you didn't want to end it, you wanted him. was it gonna end like this? he thought. all those memories came rushing in as he waited for your answer. if you didn’t want him, he would respect your choice and fuck off to somewhere and cry about it. he was so in love with you, that the thought of you leaving made him sick.

on the other hand, you too, were so in love with him. right now, you couldn’t think about anything but him. it was truly love at first sight when you first encountered him backstage. so, maybe, it wasn’t over. you had to push all your fears behind for him. you knew he’d make you happy.

"you know what? fuck it." you paused for a second, stealing the drink in his hands. "i fucking love you." with that, you kissed him, leaving him in a state of shock. of course, he returned the gesture. "you're my boyfriend now." you said to him, earning the biggest smile you have ever seen plastered on his face. "okay," he replied, still feeling in cloud 9. "please don't ignore me ever again, god. what would i do without you?"

a/n: 100 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL WITH SOME HIDE AND SEEK!!! hope u enjoyed it <33 bc i did woohoo

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #solo sikoa

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nogenderbee · 4 months

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Hi! Saw ur requests are open! :] So, can I request Akito, Toya, and Ena with a younger sibling that's around preschool age or something? I think the dynamic would be adorable in here! How would they treat or act around this ball of energy and imagination?? I also saw how long ur list of requests are, so I'm sorry if this puts more pressure on to u!! Please take care and I love❤️ ur writing so much

Don't worry! I made sure not to overwork myself in the end so that's good~ And yes! This is such a cute idea!! And I literally enjoyed writing this so much so I hope you'll like this too!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Akito, Toya, Ena with a younger sibling!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @yulikesminori @qxmmi @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @bl4cktourmaline @modyuki

✧ now Akito is the one who'll teach you how to protect yourself, if you're at late kindergarten age, trust me

✧ he may come off as irresponsible for teaching a child some verbal and physical self defence at such a young age but in reality, he just wants to make sure you won't ever get hurt

"Alright, but remember... we don't start fights. But if someone starts it, feel free to hit them back."

✧ moving onwards, he's much nicer to you but still stays with his tsundere mask

✧ when it comes to your creativity, he doesn't have a heart to tell you something is impossible or doesn't exist so he just plays along

✧ if you ask him to play pretend in private, he'll go along. But if you're asking of him to do so in public, he might come as a bit salty... he makes it up to you by treating you to pancakes later!

✧ now your energy... that's surprisingly something he likes!

✧ he'll do any sport or play any game with you, all you need to do is suggest something or tell him you're bored and he'll give you suggestions

✧ and let me tell you, if he hears someone talking badly about you, he will beat them up so... you may want to close your eyes or listen to Toya when he suddenly wants to treat nyou to some ice cream-

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✧ Toya will do his best to take proper care of you and not let your father break your innocence and dreams in any way

✧ he'll also be the one picking you up from kindergarten and the one who'll always agree to play whatever game you find. he also agrees to give you piggyback rides on your way back

✧ you probably spend most of your time hanging around with his group since he'd just feel bad if he was to leave you alone in the house... but if that's what you want, he'll let you do so!

"Yes, An does have starts in her hair. No, don't pull on it, it's not nice. An you don't have to agree-"

✧ he'll agree on any idea of yours that isn't dangerous. You want to play hide and seek? He's ready to leave the house at 6am. You want to do his make up and tie his hair in ponytails? He'll sit still.

✧ he also has the patience, you can make his life harder, babble or just be extremely energetic all the time and he'll still sit there with a smile, eventually scolding you if you lead to dangerous situation

✧ and finally, he'll ready you a story before bed, scare the bed monsters away and so on!

✧ he'll never say no to your imagination and if he'll have to, he'll fight imaginary dragon in the middle of a street

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✧ Ena was absolutely CHARMED by you, she loves almost every single thing about you

✧ she actually felt the need to protect you and surprisingly wasn't hiding it, untill people around her started teasing her... she just slowed down for some time but don't worry! Because soon she was back at her normal self again

✧ she loves how creative you are and will never bring you down! She even borrows you some of her art supplies!

✧ but if art isn't your fortee? Don't worry! She'll be the one who'll introduce you to make-up and music!

"Would you look at that! It seems that the idea you gave me for my art turned out fantastically!"

✧ somehow it's just hard for her to get mad at you when you're just so pure

✧ now remember how I said she loves ALMOST every single thing about you? The exception would be your energy...

✧ now don't get her wrong, she's happy your excited about life and all but not when you're too excited...

✧ she's just trying to get some rest during day and not deal with you running around house or babbling her ear of...

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twisted-lover-boys · 1 year

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Idia With An Extrovert Boyfriend

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When Idia first met you, it was during his first year at NRC…

Ortho had forced him to go to classes so that he could make some friends and meet new faces

When he did, he was placed right next to you, the complete opposite of him

You were bright and cheerful man who was able to quickly make friends just by being yourself

Of course he was scared of you at first because of how up-front and open you were and he fully expected to never talk to or meet you again…

Until Ortho brought him over to the line table Idia sat at

It’s when he started learning more about you. Your likes, dislikes, pet peeves, and general life

Idia honestly really didn’t care but he couldn’t help but listen to you. There was something about you that really pulled him in to you…

Eventually, you both developed a friendship. Idia would actively seek you out whenever he was forced outside and would like to stick close to you whenever he could

Eventually, Idia started developing feelings towards his extroverted friend. He doesn’t know how or why and he immediately tried to push those thoughts away but, no matter how hard he tried, they kept coming back

He let them sit for a while, only to see where they would go, but they only got stronger. It’s not his fault you have a handsome smile, or stylish hair…or a nice personality…..or a nice physique….maybe he is in love…

He didn’t really know how to confess because there were many things that could go wrong

He could stutter and make a fool of himself, he could mess up his words, you could not reciprocate his feelings, and just overall ruin the friendship you both currently have, and he didn’t want that

After a long time of Ortho convincing his brother that your relationship won’t be ruined by him confessing, he decided to do it his own way

He invited you over to Ignihyde in the guise of playing games, especially the type you liked

When you arrived at the gates of Ignihyde, you saw Idia. You were excited to see him but he looked nervous so you asked him what was wrong

He took a long breath in, then out, then confessed his loving feelings towards you. You were shocked. You didn’t think Idia liked you that way. He must have taken your silence as rejection as he looked down and said it was okay if you decided to leave

You quickly shook your head. “No way! I just…didn’t think you liked me back Idia. I love you to!”

Idia honestly couldn’t believe that you loved him as well, but he never regretted confessing to you

Now that he’s a third year, he still can’t believe it

He’s not that great with affection, especially PDA so you often find yourself being the one to initiate things such as hand holding and kissing

There are times where he becomes bold enough to initiate himself but that usually results in him chickening out or simply burning a bright pink

He always invites you over to his room to play games and watch TV as you’re the only person he ever permits to go inside…outside of Ortho

Speaking of Ortho, he thinks of you like an older brother. He’s happy you make Idia happy but also loves how you try to bring out the best in him he already had your wedding planned

Beans day is always when you shine. You’re out on the field tagging people out or getting tagged yourself, but you always make sure to find Idia’s hiding spots just so you can see and flirt with him

Oh boy, when Idia got taken by the ghost bride, you were already barging in and crashing the ceremony

He doesn’t know how you got a bouquet or even a suit but he’s never been so happy to see you in his life

He is literally screaming and cheering in the background for you it’s like you’re at a concert

After the whole ordeal, you immediately take him home for some well deserved rest and cuddling

It will be a cold day in Tartarus when Idia admits how good you looked in a suit—

Starsending was a nightmare for him. Performing in front of others? Asking people for wishes? No sir

But this man is so weak for his boyfriend and little brother…he curses that the most important people in his life are both extroverts

Idia could see you partying and dancing with other students while he did his own thing with Deuce and Trey and, honestly, he couldn’t help the little pink fires that flared from his hair

During Halloween, you’re either watching Creepy Hollow or scaring off Magicam Monsters there is no in between. He will be upset if you haven’t seen his favorite movie but he sees it as his job to enlighten you

Idia loves you so much it makes even the sweetest couple’s teeth ache

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #ignihyde #idia shroud #idia shroud x male reader

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chvoswxtch · 2 years

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Firstly, MA’AM NO you are not an idiot, tumblr is crazy dumb and eats asks all the time!

Secondly, shiiiiiit that fic got me messed up in the best way possible! 🫢 angry Matt is just 😏 dragging reader up by the throat? 🤤 the line “if he could just make it to heaven tonight he could leave hell behind” was powerful! And the safe word being Red of all things? Amazing. Reader being so gentle with him afterwards? 🥺 Double amazing. And don’t even get me started on the sensory overload part! That happens to me and it’s awful. “The Matt Whisperer” was great too! Thank you for writing this! 😘😘

The other request was much less sad 😅 reader and Matt are being goofs and playing “hide n seek and chase” in his stupidly large apartment and reader is really confident in their ability to hide and run from ‘blind’ Matty but Matt’s got the heightened senses thing going for him and maybe Matt’s taunting reader and saying… things… to get reader flustered? 🙃😬🙃

AHHHHH i'm so glad you enjoyed it nonnie 🥺 I totally feel you on that. I get sensory overload all the time with my anxiety and it is literally one of the worst feelings ever and makes me wanna bang my head against a wall. thank you so much for the request!

and thank you for this one too! I was like 99% sure that's what the request was for and I had already started writing it but then I couldn't find it and I panicked and was like WAIT FUCK WHAT WAS IT. so AGAIN, I hope this is what you were looking for. this one is a little bit shorter bc my brain just no worky worky lately but if you'd like a part 2 or anything please let me know! I just really wanted to get this out bc I promised at least 3 posts for my little celebration thingy so thank you again so much for the requests! ❤️

warning: contains explicit sexual content. as always, minors please dni. if you'd like to read this lovely nonnie's other req, you can find it here. ✨ word count: 2k

[part two]

hide & seek.

It had started off as a joke initially. You and Matt were a few beers and tequila shots deep at Josie’s, which always had you feeling more brave and confident than usual. It also brought out your competitive side, which is how you ended up taunting the devil and boastfully striking up a bet that he couldn’t catch you in a game of hide and seek. Matt’s brows had ridden considerably up his forehead in surprise, his head cocked to the side as he studied you with that goddamn smirk curling at the edge of his mouth in a beckoning manner, clearly amused that you were serious.

You should’ve known better. Matt was extremely competitive by nature, but when he was challenged and had something to prove? Not even God could stand in his way. He also had the advantage of his heightened senses, which put you having regular sight to shame. The man could literally tell when you were lying about how many cups of coffee you had actually had that day, when you changed your shampoo or body wash even if it was a subtle difference, and most of the time opened the door before you even had a chance to raise your fist to knock because he could hear you coming from three blocks away. That’s not even counting all the times he had caught you before you had a chance to trip over whatever you had missed in your path, or a curb that surely hadn’t always been there. He told you once that he could find you anywhere in the world, just by your scent alone, and you believed him. So why had you agreed to this?

Oh. That’s right. Because of the stakes. Matt had a few rules for your little game. One, you had to play in the dark. To make it fair, he had insisted. Two, you would play in the safety of his apartment, which you argued was another unfair advantage. But you knew it almost as well as he did at this point, and it was spacious and away from…prying eyes. Because rule number three? You’d both be playing naked. He hadn’t even attempted to make up an excuse for that rule. He strictly wanted you naked so that it would be easier to claim his prize.

The game was simple. If you won, Matt had to take you away for a weekend to a secluded cabin upstate. No daredeviling. No distractions. No clothes. Just the two of you, a hot tub, an actual tub, a fireplace, and a very large bed. If Matt won, you agreed to let him tie you up and deprive you of some of your senses, and let him see just how many times he could make you come in one night. Needless to say you both won either way, and you were nearly positive Matt would win. But, that didn’t mean you weren’t going to make him earn his victory.

You tampered with the thermostat, trying to find a temperature just in the right space between cold and warm to make sure you weren’t shivering or sweltering. You showered with Matt’s shampoo and body wash, hoping it would throw him off your scent a bit. Trying to tame your excitement and nerves, you helped yourself to two double shots of tequila, hoping it would dull your heartbeat to a more inconspicuous pace. There were still a few hours left before Matt promised to be home from patrol, giving you a head start on finding a hiding spot without him hearing your every movement. He tried to make it fair, as fair as he could anyway, when you both knew the inevitable outcome. A part of you felt ridiculous, trying to hide from the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen himself, knowing exactly what he was capable of. But a bigger part of you was excited for the exact same reason.

With just an hour to spare, you made sure to pace every square inch of Matt’s apartment, leaving your intermingling scents in as many spaces as possible to buy yourself some more time. Even though you had all but accepted your defeat, you didn’t want it to be over so quickly. After all, the chase was the aphrodisiac leading up to all the fun. You had settled on hiding in a cabinet beside the stove in the kitchen just wide enough for you to fit in that was close to a closet containing the water heater, hoping that would help conceal your body temperature. It was a spot you figured would be the last on Matt’s list to look, and it would get him on his knees. A win-win for you.

Matt shut the door to the roof that led down into the apartment a little louder than usual to signal to you wherever you were that he was home. You could faintly hear him shedding his boots, gloves, and suit as they were discarded on the worn wooden steps behind him. You tried your hardest not to let your heart run wild as silence filled your ears, hoping the noise of the water heater would drown you out just a little bit. You couldn’t hear Matt moving around, and you momentarily regretted your choice in hiding spots since you couldn’t see him. Although, that might have made it worse for you. If you could see him coming closer, your heartbeat would no doubt give you away.

“Showered with my stuff, huh? Clever girl. But do you really think that’s going to save you, sweetheart? You really think you can outsmart the Devil?”

You had to close your eyes as Matt’s coarse voice cut through the silence. Matt knew how much of an effect his voice had on you, especially when he used his Daredevil voice. You didn’t even have to confess it. He had figured it out one night, while you were at Josie’s with Foggy and Karen, playing a game of pool on opposing teams. He had been teasing you relentlessly the entire night, his flirtatious comments getting more and more obscene to see just how far he could push you until you were begging him to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you shamelessly right there. Ever since that night, he used that knowledge to his advantage, making them a permanent part of foreplay.

“It’s cute you know, that you think you have a chance. Can’t say I don’t admire your efforts. But we both know I’m going to get what I want. Don’t we angel?”

His words sent a chill down your spine, and you instantly regret not making a rule of your own that Matt wasn’t allowed to talk. You couldn’t tell if he was actually having a hard time figuring out where you were hiding and was trying to get you worked up so he could draw you out that way, or if he was just genuinely enjoying fucking with you. Knowing him, it was the latter. Matt loved to tease you. He loved to get you needy for him, adored the way his name rolled off your tongue as you begged for mercy or more.

“C’mon sweetheart, don’t you wanna skip to the good part? Don’t you wanna let me make you feel good? If you give up now, I’ll have you coming in two minutes, tops. I promise.”

Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you clamped your hand over your mouth as a shudder wracked through you. He wasn’t lying. You both knew that. There had been plenty of times you’d had to pry him away, hopelessly trying to warn him that Foggy and Karen would be back any second, or that you were already ridiculously running late. But he would just flash you that signature devilish grin, roll up his sleeves or set you up on the closest surface, sometimes getting on his knees, and whisper a promise into your ear. Two minutes, angel. The memories flooding through your head had you pressing your thighs together, and you heard him chuckle darkly.

“Hm, I see you’re considering my offer. Or rather, I can smell it, I should say. Oh sweetheart, if you only knew what I had planned for you tonight. You’d be giving up without hesitation. Maybe I should give you a little preview, hm? Would you like that, pretty girl?”

You hated how cocky he sounded. The fucker knew exactly what he was doing. He was pulling out all the stops, using every pet name he knew you loved, lowering his voice even deeper than you thought possible. You could faintly hear him moving around, avoiding all the spots in the floor that creaked or groaned under weight to keep his location from you. His voice was never far though, and that made you nervous. Was he even looking for you? Or had he already found you, and was waiting for you to give up?

“First things first, one of us is going to be on our knees. Who’s first, all depends on you. See, if you surrender and promise you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll be on my knees first. I won’t tease, won’t make you wait. I’ll bury my face in that sweet cunt of yours until you come, and reward you like the good girl I know you can be. And you know that won’t be the only time tonight my face will be between those pretty thighs. You know how much I love the way you taste, sweetheart. But, if you continue to be stubborn, and make me come get you, then I’m going to fuck that little throat of yours until you’ve learned not to taunt the Devil.”

You bit back a moan as hard as you could, pressing your thighs even tighter together. Another low snicker tore through the silence, and you could feel your wetness coating your inner thighs. It made even more sense now why Matt wanted you to play naked. He didn’t want anything coveting the scent of your arousal. He wanted the pure experience of it. No textures of fabric or other scents in the way. Just you, and what he was doing to you.

He knew exactly where you were. There’s no way he didn’t. You had no clue if he had figured it out the second he stepped into the apartment but continued to go along with your little game, or if he figured it out the second he started talking. It didn’t matter either way. He knew, and you had a choice to make. You could come quietly, give in and give him what he wanted, and revel in the fact you knew he would take it easy on you tonight for your cooperation. Or, you could continue to be defiant, force him to find you, and deal with the delectable consequences knowing he would really let you have it tonight.

If you didn’t get to have what you wanted, why should he?

A few moments of silence passed as Matt waited for you to make your decision. A sinister tsk tsk tsk echoed in the quiet when you refused to move from your spot. The sound caused a grin to spread across your face.

“So that’s how you wanna play tonight? Alright, sweetheart. Just remember, you asked for this.”

There was a warning laced in Matt’s words, and it only made the slick between your thighs worse. You didn’t bother trying to steady your heartbeat anymore, allowing it to thud in your chest as you waited in anticipation. Your brows furrowed slightly as seconds ticked by in silence. You couldn’t hear Matt moving around at all, and your mind raced with possibilities of what he was doing. A squeal of surprise sounded from you as the cabinet door was suddenly ripped open, revealing crouched down on his knees in front of you. The obnoxious billboard outside the apartment window was glowing red, and the crimson shadow it cast over Matt’s face and the way it illuminated the downright wicked grin on his lips made you squirm.

Maybe you should have given in.

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