#they read off cue cards AND YOU CAN FUCKING TELL

[wyn-n-tonic]

we used to be a proper country where superhero movies like the original X-Men trilogy starred classically trained Shakespearean actors serving nothing but the utmost amount of cunt that the world has ever seen.

#superhero movies also used to take years to make #and years to come out so you've had time to decompress #we'd be anxiously anticipating seeing what the fuck those cunty old dudes were up to #they used to be good #now i gotta see Captain America's fucking face or whatever every single year #sometimes twice a year #and they don't even let the actors read the scripts #they read off cue cards AND YOU CAN FUCKING TELL #for what? what is the big goddamn secret? that it's really military industrial propaganda?

[kiwisbell]

yellow bird [joel miller]

Taking the weight off your shoulders.

whiskey sour masterlist | my masterlist

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

tags/warnings: 18+ (MDNI), dbf!joel, age gap (20s/40s), sexual frustration, academic-validation-to-praise-kink pipeline, these two are in lurvvvv, thigh riding, joel talks you through it, and maybe reveals a side of him we haven't seen yet, a lil fluid exchange, some sweet sappy talk because it's them what do we expect, pure self-indulgence, that’s about it

word count: ~ 2.7k

a/n: this was mine and @cavillscurls's challenge to myself to write somethin short and sweet, thank you mya for being a cheerleader throughout this whole process. and thank you hugely el @northernbluess for last-minute beta reading and telling me it does not(?), in fact, suck dick n cock. i envision this as part of the whiskey sour-verse, but you don't need to read the series to understand what's going on here! this honestly makes me super fucking nervy to post, but i hope you enjoy. xoxo

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The moon is carving a path through the darkening sky, and you’ve been quiet for hours. 

You sit at the dining table with your cheek in your palm, lidded eyes flitting relentlessly from one side of the page to another. Every couple minutes, you jot down some notes on your cue cards. Your coffee lies untouched next to your textbook. 

Each slash of pen across paper cuts into his chest. You write in bursts of furious energy, the paper sometimes bunching under your fist, black ink smearing—you only ever write in black—one letter into the next. Your jerky looping letters resemble nothing close to your penmanship. Your sentences are punctuated by squiggles rather than dots. The corners of your eyes are moist, your skin glowing gold under a filtered smattering of light from the street lamps outside. 

There's a tight line to the curve of your mouth, a gash of colour where your lipstick has faded. Weariness dulls the shimmer in your eye. You keep writing. 

“Thought you were goin’ out with your friends tonight,” says Joel. 

“Hmm?” You blink slowly, the sound of his voice dragging your gaze toward Joel: dressed in jeans and an olive flannel (a gift from you), he's watching you study, a worried slash between his brows. “Oh,” you say. “No. I bailed.”

A flare of his nostrils as he approaches you from the coffee station is the only indication he gives that he's frustrated. “You’ve been workin’ all day, baby. You haven't eaten.” He slides his coffee mug toward you and switches it with your own. “Here, take mine. Yours is gettin’ cold.”

You start to shake your head. “Joel, it’s—”

“It's either you drink mine,” he says, sliding the milk and sugar toward you, “or you take a break.”

You narrow your eyes. “You hate my coffee.”

“Relationships are sacrifice. C’mere.” He yanks the leg of your chair toward him until you're sitting beside one another. He dips his mouth to your temple, and sleep begins to tug at your eyelids. Still, you keep your books open, if not partially out of spite, as Joel drinks your too-sweet coffee and hides his grimace. 

“You hate it.”

Joel’s eyes slide to you over the rim of his cup, his chest pulling taut at the sight of the unshed tear on the outer corner of your eye, teetering. 

Your bottom lip wobbles, your last Sisyphean effort to hold the droplet of water at bay, and Joel sets down the mug. 

“You hate my coffee,” you whisper, not meeting his eye. 

It's the press of his hand to your lower back that makes your fingers tremble, curled tightly around your pen. “There are worse things I’d do for you than drink shitty coffee.”

“So you admit it's shitty.”

His fingers dance up and down your lower vertebrae. “You’re exhausted,” he says softly, his mouth grazing your shoulder. “Come and take a break. Can feel all that tension, sweetheart. Right—”

The warm press of his palm between your shoulder blades. The simple touch ignites pressure behind your nose. 

“—here,” he finishes with the pinch of his thumb and forefinger around your brain stem. 

Your head lolls gently in his direction. “I know what you're doing.”

An innocent sound pitches out of his throat. “Do you?”

Your lashes flutter as he begins to dig his palm into the tense balls of muscle in your back. The contact, warm and almost gentle, undoes you. The pearl stuck in your lashes shakes free. 

The impact of it carving a path down your cheek strikes his heart true. “C’mere, baby.” 

Pulling you reluctantly away from your workbooks, Joel sits on the couch and guides you on top of him, your thighs hugging his hips. “This sad face,” he says under his breath, brushing the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. “So pretty when you’re sad.” Your eyes dip when his stubble ghosts across your jaw, his lips warming the shell of your ear. 

You huff, your arms winding around his neck. “You’re wandering into patronising, Miller.”

“Hmm, big words.” His grin carves its shape into your skin. He nips the spot just below your ear and you gasp, your fingers curling in the locks at the nape of his neck. “Told you, baby—such a smart girl.”

You open your mouth to snip at him, but he’s sliding one big, rough hand underneath your silky shorts and pinching your ass. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he says, his pinky finger dipping under your waistband. 

“I’m fine,” you grumble, wriggling on his lap. He hums, the downward curve of his mouth on your skin etched in skepticism, his hands pulling you tighter to him.

“Tell me what’s wrong, baby.” His hand slides up your spine, lifting your little silk shirt, the hardness of him caging you in. “Tell me so I can fix it.”

You're gooey and pliant on top of him, hips flexing to fix your thighs around his waist, your body attuned to him in a way you refuse to fight. Joel Miller is yours. He’s always had your back. 

“I’m tired, Joel. I keep bombing these stupid fucking tests, and the new guy at work is incompetent, and I haven't had an orgasm in a whole week.”

Sometimes, you're surprised by how deeply you envy your Joel for being so fucking right. For knowing, even when you don't, how deeply your wounds sit. 

He frowns up at you, his thumb caressing the curve of your jaw, guilt and understanding pinching his ribs. “And I’ve been workin’ late,” he says. 

Silently, you nod, fisting the hem of his shirt. “But that's okay, Joel. I know you work hard. It's not your job to—”

He shakes his head, trailing his hands up and down your soft thighs. “I’ve been workin’ late,” he repeats, his voice thinning, “and I haven't been treating my girl like she deserves.”

Your cheeks warm at the way his hands reach your inner thighs, thumbs ghosting across your hip bones. “That's not true.”

“Baby, you look at me.” He cups you like warm wax and you're melting just the same, gaze sliding up to meet his. Brown, glinting gold as they catch the orange lamplight, his eyes don't leave you. “You need to come?”

Your mouth drops. You really fucking do. If he notices your slip—the way your hips still on his lap, your arms wound tight around his shoulders—he doesn't say nor soothe. “Joel, I didn’t mean to—”

He quiets you with a loving nip at your chin. “You wanna be a good girl?”

A shudder railroads down your vertebrae. Your core is tight, hot, your little pyjama shorts shifting over your pussy, velvet-soft. “Joel, you really don't have to—”

“You wanna come?” he says again, his teeth scraping the shell of your ear before he takes your lobe between them. You gasp, clutching him tight to you, a buoy bobbing above the torrent. 

“Yes,” you tell him, breathless, letting him play with the waistband of your shorts. “Yes. I need to come so badly. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m a bad man, takin’ my girl for granted.” 

It’s not true, he’d never, has not once, and still you whimper at the sound of my girl on his tongue. 

“You are a bad man,” you tell him, halfheartedly shoving him in the chest. 

“And?” he prompts, drawing the poison from the wound. 

“And I need to come.”

Joel’s mouth curves in understanding, the hairs of his moustache bristling in the corners. 

“Take ‘em off,” he says. “Let me be good to you.”

You ease your thighs out of your silk shorts, and Joel’s got his hands on your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. A cool shiver snakes from your cool feet, now on the floor as you stand naked before him, to the scruff of your neck. It longs for the touch of his fingers. 

“God, you're fuckin’ beautiful.” Joel takes your outstretched hand, tugging you toward him. His palms smooth over the planes of your torso, thick fingers fitting to your ribs, the follower at the altar. It's only when he touches the small of your back that his eyes abstain from their reverent path across your body and meet yours. 

“Tell me what you want,” he says plainly, fingers catching at the ends of your hair. 

You crowd him, gaze sweeping down his body at the hard length of his cock down his thick thighs and the utter stillness of him when met with your type-A jitters. 

“To be your good girl,” you say. 

“I know.” It's a whisper in the quiet. Somewhere, distantly, the dishwasher churns through its cycle. A car horn blares. Wind blows. “Sit down.”

You go eagerly to him, your spirit alight with his closeness, the scent of pine and sawdust from a long day’s work, the soft cotton of his flannel, the scrape of his denim along your thighs. Wordlessly, Joel shifts you until you're straddling one of his thighs. 

The jolt of pressure to your clit makes you gasp, clawing for purchase on his chest. Your fists wrap around the lining of his flannel. 

Oh, God is the vague chant that eats at his liver, chewing on the ripe mass, the wound sealing over to deliver himself once again at your feet. It’s tossed into the space between you, maybe a little blasphemous, maybe thoughtless. It’s the glassy film over your eyes, those irises he could trace in the dark, the call of love that never quiets. 

“Feel good?” 

The smug bastard. His hand is still soft and sweet on your spine, climbing high only to drop, no longer meeting the resistance of clothing. The cool air puckers your nipples, your body tightening as you pull in on yourself. 

“You remember that first night?” he says softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You were so cold, baby. All alone and needin' a good strong hand.”

He squeezes your ass, forcing your hips to shift over his leg. The slow grind of your wet seam along the coarse denim makes your thighs tremble. “Fuck,” you whisper. “That's… that’s good.”

He hums like he knows. “You remember what you did that night?” he asks. “Climbed on me, just like this, and made yourself feel good. Thought I’d come in my pants then and there.”

Your breathless laugh hitches in your throat as your hips begin to grind down of their own volition. The friction is rough, unkind, nothing like the gentle press of his hands on your bare skin. Sweat begins to glisten in the hollow of your throat as you throw your head back and lose yourself in the rhythmic roll of your body over his thigh. 

“That's it,” he grunts, squeezing your hips, his cock twitching, untouched, in his boxers. You’re smearing your wetness over the denim, washing it dark, letting the light shift over your writhing body. “That's my pretty girl, usin’ me like you need to.”

“Ah, fuck,” you cry out, bearing down the weight of you on his leg, grinding hard against him as you seek your own pleasure. 

“Let's hear it,” he urges, gritting his teeth at the sight of your poor swollen clit, needy and glistening, exposed. “Lemme have it, baby girl, c’mon.”

Your moan is strangled, language muddied in your head as Joel surges upright and latches his mouth around your nipple. Biting and sucking raw, his rapacious mouth is warm nectar that pools hot in your belly, his hands coaxing your hips through their movements, guiding you in the dance nonetheless. 

“I'm your good girl,” you rasp, the coil pulling tight at the base of your stomach, the hollow bowl filling to the brim, keeping him, coveting him. 

“That's right. My good girl.” His hot breath blooms like possessive fingers where his mouth makes contact on your throat, plucking your nerve endings like a bushel of daisies. 

“I can feel you, baby girl,” he groans into your throat. “I can feel your tight fuckin’ cunt gettin’ me all wet. Feel you grabbin’ me like a goddamn cat. You close, huh?”

You whimper, your nails scratching at his chest through the fabric of his shirt, your stomach taut as you approach your high, bucking your hips hard against his leg. “Fuck, Joel, fuck! I’m so close—”

“Tell me who you are.”

“I’m a good girl.” You wind your arms around his neck as you begin to list, your breasts pressing into his chest, closeness sparking to flame as your warmth rubs up against him. 

He’s steadfast, thick arms holding you upright, as he groans your name into your ear like it's something blasphemous. “Who are you?” he repeats. 

“I’m your good girl, Joel! Fuck, I’m yours, your good girl. Oh, God, Joel, please…”

“That's right, sweetheart.” His hand latches around the nape of your neck, slick with sweat, while you bury your face in his throat. “My good girl’s gonna come all over me again, because that's what good girls do, hmm? They make themselves feel good when their bad men go and forget their place.”

You sob his name into the crook of his neck, the friction etching too much into your sore, rubbed-raw flesh. Your thighs hug him tight, hips thrashing hard above him as you come with a shout, your wet mouth dragging along the vein pulsing in his throat and trailing saliva in its wake. Joel doesn’t seem to care, coaxing you through your high when it starts to last a little longer than normal, pulling you so close that you can hardly remember your shape when it’s not slotting into him. 

There's a dark spot spreading over his jeans, and your inner thighs are sticky with release. Joel tilts your chin up with his mouth, littering kisses from your jaw to the hollow of your throat. His tongue darts out playfully as his fingers dip between your bodies and tease through your messy slit. 

“Joel,” you gasp, your face warm. He lifts two soaked fingers to his mouth and cleans them off with a couple swirls of his tongue. 

And he's kissing you before you can retreat into yourself. He turns you inside-out, bares your soul to him, and all you can do is taste the sweet tang of the release you gave yourself. 

Your tongues tangle, languid in your mutual exploration, the push-and-pull you've always known. By the time he pulls away to press his lips to your forehead, you're decently sleepy, your muscles gooey and your body slumping sideways in his lap. 

“Ruined your jeans,” you mumble. 

His fingertips ghost up and down your spine. A cool shudder blooms from each point of contact. He’s still hard, enough that it must ache, but he makes no move to free himself. “I like ‘em this way,” he says. 

You roll your eyes. “Such an idiot.”

Clicking his tongue, Joel says, “You treat your elders this way?”

You nip his nose. “Only when they’re sweet on me.”

He chuckles, brushing your hair behind your ear so he can kiss your temple. “You feel okay?”

Your hands slide up his chest, hooking around his neck, your fingers threading together in his hair. “I feel like a million bucks, baby. But next time, you can come inside me.”

The purr registering in your chest has him preening under the attention, his hands coming to rest just above your ass. “I’m gonna tell you what’s going to happen tonight,” he says, ignoring your apprehensive glare. “You're gonna put away your books, and eat a good dinner, which I’ll make, and you’ll rest.”

Your Joel is stubborn in his own way, and it shows in the tension above his brow, the splaying of his hand over your back. You reach for him and smooth out his frown with your thumb. “I’ll do whatever you say, Joel Miller. As long as you make my favourite.”

You could drown happily in the way he smiles. It always comes on slow, like he isn't quite sure of himself, but it will glow in his eyes. It will sing through him like a light through glass. 

“Yeah,” he says, “I can do that.”

Your blood calls to him. And you could do it all without him, sure—but he won’t let you. 

THE END.

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[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

TAN IS NEW

Hello, fellow associates, I, local deranged man, bring you (by request of @ayansbff who said I should "go make a post and patent it fr." thank you, Naga <3) once again a theory as insane as whatever has been going on in the ASOIAF fandom in the last 10 years (but no, I'm not here to tell you Tan is a horse or New is a faceless man).

For this week's episode: Tan is New (but with some spice).

Pls beware, this will require a certain level of "bear with me", ok? Ok.

Also: long ass post, guys. Be prepared.

So, 1st things 1st: New is obviously studying abroad.

This would mean that, in all the episodes we've seen of the flashback, we wouldn't have seen New. Because he's literally in a different country (cue theory: New is Mhok working as a cook in Hawaii ksksksk /j).

Nevertheless, in the latest events of the past storyline, Non has just gone M.I.A. Which is definitely something you'd tell the kid's brother about. I'd be pretty pissed if I was New and no one fucking told me about my brother vanishing.

(I think it could definitely be argued that their parents might try to hide the whole getting involved with money laundry and even the pedophilic child revenge porn sex tape on Twitter thing, especially their mother. bc, considering their treatment of Non this episode, it would definitely cross my mind that they'd think something along the lines of "New shouldn't be worried about what his fuck up of a brother is involved with, he should just focus on his study". And idk if Thailand's national news would arrive to New in the US just like that (maybe, maybe not, I won't try to speculate too much, I think it's too much of a wild card). YET, I still think, regardless, they'd have their limits even if the rest was true and they'd tell him about his brother being literally MISSING. So yeah...)

So back on track: sure, the police "think" Non has run away with Keng

Or, was convinced by Tee's uncle to accept that storyline

but Non's parents don't believe that shit

("They're TRYING to make our son LOOK LIKE" not "They think our son HAS")

And I think the same feeling could've been passed to New by his parents or just by New himself. But even if not, I think it's pretty reasonable to assume he'd come back to Thailand after that news. Like, if my brother was missing, I'd feel pretty bad, my parents would feel pretty bad and I'd want to go back home and be with them a bit, follow things up close, at the very least.

So, assuming that's true, it's not weird to presume New could be back in Thailand by the time The Hidden Character (the film Non wrote, not the BOC reality show thing) airs. Which would lead us to:

Now, I've seen people say it's Tan, I've seen people say it's White, I've seen people say it's Bible (?)... To me, that's Tan. The voice that calls "Phee" seems to me that's Mio's voice and the person we see in the door, albeit he does resemble Bible, reads to me as him as well.

Besides, we see him being introduced to the class in the ep.9 preview so, yeah, it could be to throw us off, but I genuinely think it's just bc it's Tan.

Regardless, even if not, Tan will appear next episode. So... There's that. Question is: why?

We see both Tan and Phee moving to the gang's class next episode, which the gang points out as "weird". Now, idk why it would be weird to see people change schools in 12th grade but fine, I'm not gonna argue, maybe they know something I don't. Ig you could argue it's bc it's the last year but I'd say people have issues all the time (being the last year of school doesn't change that) and people also move houses all the time. So I wouldn't question it but ok. Moving on.

We know Phee has a connection to Non (as his ex-boyfriend) but we don't know why Tan would be there too. Sure, we can argue Phee has to have friends. But, ngl, if my friend asked me to move schools bc he wants to find out what happened to his bf who mysteriously disappeared, I'd politely decline. I'd support him in his endeavours, of course, but I wouldn't change my entire life for it. I could even go as much as to help him befriend them and hang out with the fuckers but I wouldn't move schools, I think.

So Tan must have a bigger motive, right? And what bigger motive than being the brother of Non, am I right?

Furthermore, we have to consider legal matters. They're all minors. Phee's father, of course, knows about Phee being, at least, friends with Non. And, even if he told him to stay out of trouble and that he himself would not go around poking in the business for Phee's own safety, I think he'd be okay with Phee moving schools for grief reasons (a.k.a being close to Non because that was his school) or even bc he knew Phee was trying to talk to his friends (I don't think he suspects the kids too much and honestly that's a terrible lack of sight on his behalf but, I mean, they're kids, I think it's fair to assume they're innocent).

But what about Tan? Assuming Tan is not Non's brother, would his parents let him move schools to the school where all those nasty kids who keep appearing on the news study??? I don't think so. Sounds dangerous. Things change, of course, if Tan is not actually Tan but New.

Non's parents, despite their obvious lack of parenting skills, care about him. He's their son. They'd want to know what happened. And, sure, New getting involved would be terrible for them (bc he's their son and clearly the favourite child and god forbid he wastes his potential studying there bc of Non's failures AGAIN), but if New specifically requested that, would they go against it? Would they go against their talented son and his show of altruism and love for his brother?? Especially when the police are not doing anything and it's just trying to close the damn case??? I don't think so.

Thus: Tan is New.

"But what about his legal name???", I hear you say. "If they're siblings they'll have the same last name!!" And yeah. That's true. Especially in Thailand where most surnames are exclusive to a singular family. But I thin- "What about the age gap??? New is older than Non!! His mom even refers to him as Non's phi!!!" Yes. I know. That's where the spice comes in:

NEW IS ADOPTED.

There, I dropped the bomb. This would mean that, maybe, his legal name wasn't changed from what it originally was. Sure, it could've, since he's now part of a different family but they also could've kept the original surname. Which is likely if New wasn't adopted in a normal fashion.

We have to consider how poor Non's family seems to be. Whether that's a new situation or it has always been like this we don't know. But that's something. Now, I'm not Thai nor do I live in Thailand but from what I read, income does factor a lot into whether or not a family can adopt a child (at least in theory). So I'd assume a poor family would struggle with it. Nevertheless, it seems Thai law puts a lot of value into family ties with the child so, maybe New was someone else's child originally like of a brother or a sister of one of Non's parents. Or maybe something else entirely, I don't know. I don't think it matters that much.

"That still doesn't explain the age gap though. Tan is only 2 months older than Non!!"

Well, that's still older. Would that qualify him as "phi", idk? Both Pimpa (Non and New's mother) and Non refer to him that way. But maybe that's just another way for the series to tell us there's a ver clear hierarchy between these brothers and Non comes second. Idk. (if you're Thai or know Thai culture well and would like to add input here, pls do)

"WHAT ABOUT THE PICTURES, DANTE???"

Ok, yeah, I know. They make a compelling case.

(I took the liberty to brighten them bc OMG WHY IS THIS SHOW SO DARK????)

And yes, in the picture further to the left it does seem like they have a huge age gap but also, in the picture right next to it, it doesn't seem so (in fact the kid in blue seems about the same age in both pics, only the other one doesn't). So maybe the kid in pic one is not Non, it's some other kid (could be, especially considering he's wearing blue and, as the fandom's most dear colour theorist @shannankle has pointed out on a lot of posts but most especially this one: Non's colour is red). Or maybe it is one of them and they just grew up at different paces, idk. It happens, man.

TBH I'm not greatly concerned about the pics. What I am concerned about is the narrative implications of this. That his parents's (and, as previously established, especially his mother's [who is the most present parent in his life, as stated by the parents themselves in ep.8])

favourite kid is the one who isn't even theirs by blood. That their favourite son is the one that is not actually their son (I obviously do believe adopted kids are as much people's kids as biological ones, family is made not inherited, but I mean this as strictly talking about the blood relations of these people)! That no one ever loves Non enough to actually save him from doom (bc, like a fairytale princess, the thing that could prevent Non's demise was love).

If his peers had loved him enough he wouldn't have felt the need to cling to that awful gang. If Jin had loved him enough he would've helped him get away from Tee in this episode, at the very least. If his parents had loved him enough, they would've prevented him from falling prey to so many people or, at least, would've been trustworthy for him to talk to and helped him get out of the situations he was getting himself into.

This would also play well with the character's names:

Non. That which/whom isn't.

Who isn't seen, who isn't heard, who isn't loved, who isn't perfect, who isn't who people expected him to be, who isn't the gang's friend, who isn't his parent's perfect son (not blaming him but that's how they see it), who isn't the boyfriend Phee hoped he would be (not blaming him for the sexual assault he suffered, just seeing it through Phee's eyes, pls don't misinterpret).

New. That which/whom is fresh, original. That which just arrived.

Who is a prodigy, a talent, one of a kind. Who is so different from Non and his "crooked ways". Who arrived at the family later. Who just arrived in Thailand, who just arrived in Non's school. Who is a new person, who has a new identity, who has a new life goal.

So, yeah, it is a bit crazy and depends on a lot of circumstantial and potential facts that have not been hinted towards AT ALL by the show. And I recognize that. But I think this is what is fun about theories and speculation and, even if this is not true (likely), I still had fun crafting this and showing it to you guys. At the very least it's entertaining and keeps us thinking.

Pls feel free to add stuff or question stuff in this post, I'd love for us to work together as a community for our little murder gays show. Hehe.

Also, I'll leave you a question myself: if this is true, does it mean Phee and Tan are working together as the killers, only one of them is killing or neither is committing murder? 🤔

#dff #dff the series #dead friend forever #dead friend forever the series #dff theory #dff the series theory #dead friend forever theory #dead friend forever the series theory #dff ep 8 #dff the series ep 8 #dead friend forever the series ep 8 #dead friend forever ep 8

[ghostherlig]

i am very slow with writing atm with being sick and also my wrists are starting to hurt more now that it's getting colder- but here's some silly goofy random headcanons while im recovering!! (for johnny, kenshi, raiden, and kung lao) under the cut bc this really ran away from me- (collected over the course of this entire day as things popped into my brain, i apologize for the mass of words you're about to read :'))

johnny can play piano!! he has a grand piano that he really loves and he plays anything from classical to ost's to his own little tunes whenever he thinks them up- he has a recorder attached to it so he can remember them or maybe post his own song one day

(based off the previous hc) if/when kenshi is over/moves in he'll play at night and let kenshi listen in- but randomly johnny will transition what he's playing into the jaws or michael meyers theme and that's kenshi's cue to start running- because now the house is in hide and seek mode, and as soon as johnny stops playing, he'll be searching

kenshi used to play the violin growing up, but he dropped it once he was old enough and competent enough to commit himself to the yakuza- he can still remember some of the songs he used to love to play. he hums them from time to time and has been caught doing the motions of playing the violin before

kenshi loves animals but has an extra soft spot for cats and bunnies especially- he's a cat magnet in places where strays are common, they always flock to him (he for sure keeps catnip in his pocket when he can)

johnny loves his action and hero films but kenshi enjoys romcoms and horror- romcoms for the stories and drama, and horror films because the sound design usually slaps- he also can tell you what fruit or vegetable was absolutely destroyed based on the sounds alone

lao and raiden are way too good at Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes- raiden is on the manual while lao is on the bomb and they can crack the normal mode in like 45 minutes (they're a little slower when they swap places but they can still do it impressively fast (fastest speedrun time is sub 30mins)

johnny knows how to play mahjong after taking a role and having to play on-screen for five minutes- he wanted it to look authentic and thought "there's no better way than to actually play"- raiden and lao found out and now they're all trying to teach kenshi with specially made tiles with braille in the corners

kenshi is ridiculously good at poker- he brought a deck of cards with braille stamped on them and him and johnny played strip poker for a night- needless to say kenshi was smirking to himself as he switched his button up for johnny's

johnny can do pitch and diction perfect impressions of people he's heard talk for long periods of time- you can bet that a lot of his free time at wu shi was spent scaring his fellow champions by talking to them in liu kang's voice from behind a wall-

(based off the last hc) johnny only does it around people he knows well or as a party trick with different characters from pop culture- most often his power is used for evil though

raiden isn't a morning person and actually is super groggy in the mornings- the first thing he does on early days is take a cold shower to wake himself up

(based off the last hc) lao is a morning person and is usually the one to wake up raiden by ripping his blankets off of him- he's lucky he has survived this long, but he tells everyone that if looks could kill, raiden would have killed him long before he made it to wu shi

we all know kung lao eats for a family of five, but that man also naps like a divorced dad after an all you can eat buffet- he is OUT after he's done absolutely fucking up like five full plates of food

raiden really likes boba!! kenshi took him to get some after an errand run and he fell in love with the taro flavor- he also really enjoys winter melon and the regular thai tea

johnny always gets his boba with coffee- he doesnt really like tea flavors and no matter how many sips of kenshi's tea he has, he will always prefer his coffee

kenshi bought johnny a really nice espresso machine that he uses every morning- johnny didnt buy himself one before that bc he never thought he would enjoy making coffee at home and it was easier to just stop by the local cafe since they always had his order ready early- but he finds it really calming and really nice to slow his mornings down and make a latte before leaving for work

johnny, to return the gesture, bought kenshi a really nice kitchen knife since he knows the man really likes to cook- it sees a lot of use as it's a santoku that he basically uses like a chef's knife (it's his sharpest and most well treated kitchen tool, right next to his 8 inch cast iron)

kung lao owns maybe three articles of clothing with sleeves- all of them are coats for when it rains- oh and one hoodie that he stole from raiden that somehow survived when he went into his wardrobe and cut and hemmed all of the sleeves

when kenshi visits, johnny makes him coffee in the morning too but since kenshi doesnt always like the bitter coffee flavor he'll add some fun home made syrups- he has plain vanilla, but also has seasonal flavors like pumpkin spice, snickerdoodle, sugar cookie, white mocha, peppermint, etc.

kenshi LOVES mint chocolate flavored things- he especially loves the kitkat flavor and the pocky flavor, as well as ice cream- johnny CANNOT stand it, he's never liked mint outside of gum and even then he prefers cinnamon or clove gum (the first time kenshi kissed him he was confused bc he tasted like spices)

johnny keeps a jar of butterscotch candies on his desk for when he needs to brainstorm ideas- he finds he thinks better when his mouth is occupied (oral fixation haver)

(based off the previous hc) kenshi bought him some violet (the flower) flavored candy after he found out johnny always kept a stash- he also will refill the giant glass jar with butterscotch candies when he knows johnny is busy and will forget

(also based off the candy hc) lao and raiden also buy him hard candies- they get him ginger and lemon ones that johnny falls in love with immediately- he has two jars on his desk now, one for butterscotch and one for ginger

raiden really likes sketching and coloring- lao bought him one of those adult coloring books with mandalas and really intricate shapes and raiden finished all of it in like two weeks- he used to sketch in his free time and has an entire sketchbook dedicated to drawings of lao and his features (a lot of his arms, hands, eyes, and smile) it's hidden under his mattress

kung lao shaves his own undercut when it gets too long- normally cant let it grow out for longer than two or three weeks. sometimes, raiden will offer to do it for him so they can spend a bit of time together and just talk and be close <3

johnny definitely really enjoys washing kenshi's hair- johnny has a bit of a curl to some of his hair but he never uses the products he's supposed to or the methods he's supposed to when it dries- so it's pretty straight, but kenshi's is pin straight and doesnt tangle the way his does sometimes, so he really loves running his hands through it and has even convinced kenshi a few times to sit so johnny could put coconut oil in it for him

johnny loves coconut flavored things and purposefully buys ice cream bars that have coconut cream based ice cream- kenshi was unaware of this and was offered one and said yes thinking that it was vanilla- kenshi does not like coconut, so it was a very sudden and unpleasant surprise

kenshi cuts fruits as his way of showing love very often- he washes and cuts fruits for himself when he's stressed but preps it for others out of love and will often take apple slices, peeled oranges, cut melon (of any kind), or strawberries and grapes up to johnny's in-home office while he's working

johnny buys kenshi small gifts year round and goes crazy for the holidays and his birthday- he asked kenshi how he would feel if johnny bought him (technically them) a house back in japan- kenshi drew his line in the sand and capped johnny's gift prices at $2k per holiday/birthday (which he had broken before)

raiden keeps taxidermy bugs!! he always loved butterflies as a kid and his first framed butterfly was a gift from lao

please excuse any typos, it's later in the day now and my eyes are a little strained- i hope this was comprehensible, lol

#ghost's ouija board #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnshi #raiden #kung lao #railao #could be seen as them being poly #but that's up to you #mk1 2023 #this is a mess #please enjoy my sick ramblings about the gays #long post #whoops

[i-cant-sing]

How do you're ocs treat Reader to a self care day?

Theodore is beating his chest with thunderous hands and opens his arms wide and that is your cue to fucking jump on him and let him cuddle you- cuddle the sadness, the depression, the fatigue OUT OF YOU. At least thats his idea of self care (that and shooting people... and breaking stuff... and causing chaos and destruction) but he'll compromise and do whatever you wanna do, as long as he gets to grumble and hold your hand (at least, he loves physical intimacy). Honestly, u can get him to agree anything u want if u just give him a kiss on the nose- and he will instantly melt. He will still complain, thats non negotiable.

Dimitri is a man of money. He will spend his entire account on you if it pleases you, and if retail therapy is your thing, girl u just hit the jackpot. Of course, hes down for seggsy times too, but thats really his idea of self care and if you wanna do something else, he can put his needs aside for now even though he promises you would've felt 100000 times better by the time he was done with you. But like i said, he's a rich guy, he will give u his credit cards and money if u wanna do something else. Hell, he's even rained them bills on you. "Do you want to jump on a pile of money, pchelka? Hm? I can arrange that for you, darling." (pchelka = little bee)

Eros... the golden boy, the charmer. He will literally sweep u off your feet with how sweet and caring he is omg he will actually drop everything he's doing the moment he hears you sigh out the wrong way. Like you take one breath way too deeply and he's right in front of you, holding your face ever so gently and asking you whats wrong. And you dont even need to tell him anything because he's just so darn smart and he can read you like an open book and thus, he knows what you need. He knows if its a "retail therapy" kinda day or "stay at home, do face masks and watch comfort movies" or "take long bubble baths together" kinda day. Please rant to him, he pays close attention to all of it and has the best and most appropriate reactions and... he just loves your voice. And the thing with Eros is that he doesnt just make it a self car day- no, its a self care days/week/months or however long HE deems that you need it. He's the best, i love him.

Magnus is... not the dude u wanna self care with. Like dont come to him and say "can i have some space/leave the house for a while because I desperately need some me time." because to him that means he needs to STEP TF UP and be there more for you as if u werent already tired of him breathing down your neck 24/7. "Hm, what did you say? You want some space? Oh but angel, that's not what you need. No, silly! God made us for each other, we're soulmates! And we need to be there for each other, in sickness and in health! Aww but I don't blame you for getting confused about what your body needs! Its what happens when you dont have a baby in you. And it has been a while since we had our last! I think its time for baby number 8! :D" And you best believe the cult members are glaring at you through the windows of your house, pointing their pitchforks at you to fucking follow your husband to the bedroom and let him put another baby in you or they will come in to help him do just that (and maybe beat u up a little when he's gone for baby shopping).

You say self care and Lucifer's mind goes to torturing souls and eternal damnation. But thats what he likes, and now that he likes you, he will let you express your preferences. I mean, personally he would kinda try to get u into adding more oil into the fire that burns souls, but he knows you dont like it when they scream... maybe he can pull their vocal cords out?? Hm, maybe. Lucifer allows u to do whatever you wanna do as long as you do it in hell/within the premises of his home(castle, really. Real edgy dark, satany theme going on). One time, you wanted someone to just hold u and since Lucifer is the only one who is allowed to touch you, you climbed into his lap and let him hold u for hours as he sat on his throne, and he swears he's never felt more content in his life than with you softly snoring in his arms and shuffling closer to him every now and then, with him carding a hand through your hair and kissing your soft cheeks.

#yandere ocs #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #yandere eros #yandere theodore #yandere dimitri #yandere lucifer #yandere magnus

[callsign-fox]

You Suck at Pool - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You ard Rooster are dating. When your dad Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell comes into town, tension rises. 

————————————————————————- The Hard Deck was packed to the brim with people. It was just past nine and the typical crowd that frequented the establishment were scattered around the bar. I made my way through the dense crowd toward the back of the room where a group of Fightertown pilots congregated, a few of them in the middle of a game of pool.

I slowly moved in their direction, glancing down at my phone briefly at a text message that popped up on my screen.

Call me - Dad

I wasn’t surprised it was from a new phone number. If my dad wasn’t losing his phones he was breaking them. Sometimes it was by accident, and other times it was on purpose. I chose to ignore him for the moment, and as I looked up from my phone I was immediately stopped by a tall blonde man in a pilot's uniform.

“To get past me you must pay the toll, sweetheart.”

I gave him half a smile, “A toll, huh. What’s the price?”

He looked over his shoulder at his comrades, a cocky smile written across his face. I could feel the rest of them looking at me, but the blonde kept my attention.

“Your name for a start, and how about a drink?”

“And who says you are deserving of those things?” I countered.

He leaned in closer, “I’m a great guy once you get to know me.”

“I bet,” I paused, locking eyes with one of the guys standing near the pool table. “But I have a better idea. How about if I beat your friend over there in the sunglasses at a round of pool, you have to buy a round of drinks for the bar. If I lose, you can have my name and the next round of drinks are on me.”

The man looked a bit confused but I didn’t give him a chance to question me as I grabbed the cue from his hand and moved toward the table.

“Hangman, is it?” I said, reading aloud the name that appeared on his name tag. “Am I stripes or solids?”

He smiled, “Yes ma’am, and stripes.”

“Well Hangman, you might as well get your credit card out because you just lost.”

He chuckled behind me. “You seem very confident. Why do you see that?”

“Because you see, Hangman. Rooster here has never been good at pool,” he quickly glanced between the two of us, a confused look on his face, “And I’m very good.” I said, smiling at him.

I leaned over the pool table and lined my cue up with the white ball. They were already in the middle of a game and stripes were losing with not one in the pocket. That wouldn’t be a problem.

I lined up the shot, but right before I took it I looked up at my competitor, “ Where you been Rooster?”

I took the shot without taking my eyes off of him  and three balls landed in three different pockets. The game was now tied.

Rooster removed the sunglasses from his face and shoved them into his left pocket. “Y/N, I know you’re mad-“

“I came back after being out of the country for over a month and you are nowhere to be found. No note, no call, nothing.”

A female figure appeared beside me, “I warned him, but you know how well he listens.”

I smiled at my friend, “Thanks Phoenix.”

Hangman chimed in, “I gather you all know each other. Especially you two,” he said, gesturing between Rooster and I.

Rooster ignored him, “I thought you were coming back next week.” He took a shot but missed.

Typical.

”I decided to come back early. I tried to call you.”

“There wasn’t any service.”

“So, where were you that you didn’t have any service?” I hit two more striped balls into the same pocket. Three left including the eight ball. Rooster didn’t take his eyes off of me.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know I should have just told you where I was going but I didn’t want to stress you out.” He lined up his cue and hit one ball in.

“Rooster, just tell me where you were!” My phone vibrated in my back pocket but I ignored it.

“You are such a dead man.” I heard Phoenix laugh behind me as I lined up my cue once again.

Rooster immediately glared in her direction but turned to me once again, “I was in Russia.”

I hit the white ball harder than I had intended but it did the job. The last two striped balls went into the pocket, “Russia?” I muttered angrily.

“See, this is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”

“You were in Russia. That is a pretty big one to keep from me.” I took a deep breath and moved to his side of the table. He took another shot and one more ball went in. The game was over, he knew it. He slowly leaned into me, his back pressed against mine and whispered into my ear.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t want to worry you.”

I pulled the cue back and hit him hard. He clenched his stomach in pain but his smile didn’t faulter. “I deserved that.”

I hit the eight ball in and placed my cue on the table. I could hear Hangman whining behind me but I turned to Rooster who sneakily wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close.

“You know you’ve been on edge lately when it comes to the missions I’ve been sent on. This was supposed to be a quick one. I really thought I’d beat you back.”

I placed my hand against his muscular chest and my heart began to race. “You almost died on your last mission, Bradley. I can’t just drop that and not worry every time you get into a plane.”

“I didn’t almost die-“

“Yes, you did. You had to eject. I would say that is pretty close to ‘almost dying’. I know it’s an adrenaline rush for you but it’s still scary.”

He placed a soft kiss on my lips, “I know, I’m sorry. But do you still think it’s sexy that I fly fighter jets or is it just scary now?”

I smiled, “Oh no, it is still sexy.”

We both laughed before he kissed me again, this time with much more urgency. His lips moved against mine and I couldn’t help but melt into him.

A familiar voice pulled my attention and I immediately pulled away from Rooster, biting his lip in the process.

“Owe.” He said, touching his lip.

I locked eyes with my dad who stood with his arms crossed, his expression blank. “Dad.”

“Maverick,” Bradley said, taking a step away from me.

I could tell he was confused, and possibly angry but he smiled in my direction as I walked around the table toward him, “Dad, what on earth are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you. I did try to call you….”

I smiled, “I’m sorry I’ve been busy with work.”

I didn’t look back at Bradley who I knew couldn’t be happy to see my dad.

“It’s good to see you sweetheart,” He said, pulling me in for a hug.”

“I’m happy to see you too dad.”

Instead of standing here with the two of them in close proximity to each other and an altercation not far in the future, I quickly grabbed my dad and pointed toward the door. “Let’s go talk somewhere more private.”

I followed him out into the open San Diego air, the sound of the waves relaxing me just a bit.

He took a few steps away from me toward the beach then quickly turned around, “When were you going to tell me?“

I took a deep breath, “About what?” He rolled his eyes. “The next time I saw you. I didn’t think it was something I should text you and you are impossible to get on the phone.”

“Were you guys messing around when he lived with us because I’ll kill him right now-“

“No, dad. Nothing happened when he lived with us. It wasn’t until way after that.”

This time he took a deep breath, “When?”

“We reconnected a little over a year ago. Here, actually. We’ve been together since then.” I paused, hesitant to tell him the next part but decided to get it over with. “We live together.”

He was quiet for a moment. “If this is just some rebellious faze-“

“I’m 32.”

“It could be just a fling-“

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not just a ‘fling’ dad, I love him.”

The door to the bar shut behind me and by the look on my dad’s face, I knew Bradley had just joined us. I turned to look at him, his expression blank.

“What are you doing here Mav?” Bradley asked.

He laughed, “What, I can’t come to see my daughter.”

Bradley laughed and I quickly nudged him to stop. “Seriously, why are you here?”

He looked back and forth between the two of us before finally telling us the reason he was back in San Diego. “I was reassigned.”

“To what?” I asked.

“Top Gun.”

I was into it so I did a Part 2 - Here

#rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x fem!reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #miles teller #bradley bradshaw imagine

[bihansthot]

I uh… did a thing 😳 Yes after like a what 2+ year hiatus I wrote a Bi-Han x Female Reader Insert ficlet let’s call it. There’s no plot, it’s pure, raw smut at its finest. Minors DNI

I apologize if it’s rusty and not my finest work it’s been a long time but since Bi-Han is a certified daddy in this game he deserves smut that celebrates that.

Just an FYI I’m not going back to doing requests, not yet at least, I don’t know that I have the mental capacity or energy to take on requests, but casual smut here and there might return. I’m more than happy to answer self ship questions though, so don’t be shy. :) I’m a friendly T-Rex, I promise but I can be really bad with social cues so please be patient with me.

This is just a quickie that I just couldn’t get out of my head, Daddy Kink involved so please don’t read if you aren’t comfortable with that. As always if you enjoy it please let me know and please like and reblog, the more feedback I get the more motivation I will have to get back to writing and maybe taking requests again!

Enjoy my lovelies!

Sub-Zero grunts low against your ear as his cold cock sinks into your tight hot pussy. “‘S hot,” he mumbles and you can’t tell if it’s a complaint or an observation.

Your body jerks and shivers violently as the cold invades your body, no matter how many times you lay with the cryomancer you can never get used to or enough of the icy cold sensation. “Bi-Han,” you moan softly as your fingers card through his long, coarse hair. You inhale sharply as he’s finally seated inside you and you can feel every inch of his long thick cock filling your tight hole.

Bi-Han makes a pleased noise that he would never admit to as you stroke his hair, taking a rare, soft moment to just enjoy your body heat. Iced-over fingers brush gently against your lips causing you to shiver and involuntarily clench around his fat cock causing your lips to fall open slightly. Bi-Han smirks as he slides two digits into your mouth and you don’t even have to be told what to do, you’re his good girl, you know. Your tongue teases the underside of his icy fingers before sucking them deeper into your mouth pulling a surprisingly low groan from the cryomancer. You wiggle your hips to not so subtly remind him he had a job to do.

“Someone’s impatient,” he whispers breathily, deliberately twitching his cock inside your hot confines.

You suck his fingers with the same enthusiasm you’d worship his cock with for a few moments before pulling off with a pop, “Please, Daddy?” You whine and give him your best puppy dog look knowing damn well Bi-Han couldn’t resist your begging.

He grunts in annoyance and looks away for a moment, “then prepare yourself for the full might of the Lin Kuei,” Bi-Han growls. He moves his hips slightly, grinding his rock-hard pelvis against your dripping cunt, eliciting a moan from your parted lips. He pulled back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you before gripping the headboard tightly to ground himself as he sunk back inside you, restraining himself so as not to overwhelm you too quickly. Bi-Han sucked in a low breath before repeating the action, loving the tightness and heat of your pussy caressing his thick cock. “You ready to really take Daddy’s cock princess?” He coos condescendingly as his ice-cold fingers tighten around your hip bone.

“Oh please Daddy, please,” you beg as you buck your hips desperately trying to fuck yourself on his huge cock.

“Aw, my little slut is impatient isn’t she?” He goats you on, grinning as his sharp canines glimmer in the darkness aided by the pale glow of moonlight. He doesn’t tease you further though and begins to fuck you in earnest as the obscene sound of skin on skin echos in the stone room.

You moan loudly as his cock slips in and out of your wet pussy each thrust knocking the fat tip of Bi-Han’s cock into your sweet spot, soaking the two of you with your want. “Ah, Daddy! Un! Just like that please,” you whine and whimper as pleasure sings throughout your body and the familiar tightness wells up in your stomach. Your toes begin to curl as the cryomancer pounds into you, the bed creaking with protest as the headboard crackles with splinters beneath Bi-Han’s iron grip. He’s so deep inside of you it almost hurts and you can barely accommodate his entire length which you might feel guilty about if you weren’t getting your back blown out by the Lin Kuei’s number one. You throw your arms around his neck as your nails bite into his well-muscled shoulders as you try and steady yourself. It’s a futile effort though as you find yourself feeling lightheaded and floaty as you pant and gasp for breath, his name falling from your lips like some broken pray as the cryomancer is relentless in his pursuit. His hips slam against your pussy as his balls slap against your ass, his grip on your hip tightens almost painfully before changing the angle slightly.

Your now practically straddling the cryomancer as he fucks into you harder, his cock pressing up against your cervix with every thrust. It doesn’t hurt though, you’re just left with this deliciously overfull sensation as you clench around him trying to concentrate on each of his movements as you feel yourself hurling towards your climax. Sub-Zero abandons the now icy headboard in favor of your grasping your other hip to help him leverage your body like his own personal fleshlight. With his immense and effortless strength, he pulls you down on his cock over and over, forcing you to wrap your legs tightly around his perfectly sculpted torso. You cry out loudly as each thrust fills you beyond full and rubs your pussy walls in all the right way.

“B-Bi-Han,” you warn him shakily as your body shivers from the close proximity of the cryomancer. Your stomach clenches tightly and you dig your nails into his hard flesh as the first waves of pleasure roll over you. You’re able to hold it at bay for a moment or two but you know you’re fucked when Bi-Han flashes you a shit-eating grin.

“Cum for me you little slut, make a mess all over Daddy’s pretty cock,” he all but demands, hips never ceasing their movement as they drive his cock deeper and deeper inside your tight cunt.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Bi-Han, fuck. Ah! Fill me up Daddy please!” You squeal as the tension in your stomach bursts and your body is flooded with white-hot pleasure. Your pussy clenches involuntarily around Bi-Han’s pulsating cock as you shudder and heave trying to pull in a deep breath. Everything is too much all at once as Bi-Han fucks you through your release, determined to reach his own.

“Good girl,” he hisses and the words alone make you nearly cum again as his rhythm begins to falter and you notice the familiar feeling of ice spreading along your hips. Another deep grunt, a sharp couple of almost painfully powerful thrusts, and Sub-Zero was finally falling over the edge himself.

He let out a ferocious growl as his entire cock started spasming in the confines of your hot, wet cunt, after a soft choked-off growl his entire body froze before heaving against yours. His grip on your hips was painful as he pumped load after load of his thick, cold cum into your waiting pussy.

You gasp as you feel the cold liquid painting your walls white and filling you to the brim, all you can do is whimper pathetically as Sub-Zero’s completion forces you to the edge once more. You bite your lip hard to stifle your cries as you cum hard, your want mingling with his seed dripping lazily onto Bi-Han’s flawless pelvis. You have to close your eyes when you see stars as your whole body shivers and shakes uncontrollably. The cryomancer’s icy hands move to cradle and steady you as you ride out the last bits of your climax, you shoot him a goofy little post-orgasmic glow smile. “I’m all full of Daddy’s cum.”

Bi-Han hums in approval, “because good girls get cream pies, bad girls get facials.”

Somewhere in your blissed-out mind, you’re trying to parse how that would be a punishment but let it go in favor of slumping your exhausted body against the cryomancer’s.

He chuckles low and the warm vibrations resonate in your body as he finally pulls out of your well-used body leaving a puddle of your juices dripping from your cunt onto the bed below. “It’s time to get you cleaned up and put to bed, can’t let my little princess sleep like this.”

You sigh happily as he scoops you up with ease and makes his way toward your bathroom.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you #sub zero x f!reader #mortal kombat 1 #nsft #ns/fw

[jungwnies]

partners ✰ 1 your chemistry sucks!

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"maybe if you read your cue cards properly you wouldn't be so unprepared on stage." you argued with the australian boy who stood beside you. "it's crazy how everyone thinks you're this sweet golden retriever boy."

"it was a mistake y/n." jake replies back, sighing, "it won't happen again."

"i would've never agreed to become an mc on this stupid show if i knew you were going to be my partner." you scoffed as you put down the cards and took a sip of water. "it's getting tiring jake."

let's rewind though.

you were seated in the living room of your dorm along with the rest of your members as your manager blabbed about some show you guys were soon to be on. it was often you would just tune your manager out and completely ignore what he had to say, but today he had some news. specifically for you.

"y/n, can i talk to you for a second?" your manager asks putting down his stack of papers he always reads off of.

you nod and stand up following your manager outside the dorm, "the public seems to really love you, and music bank has asked if you could be their new mc." your manager hands you a paper, "it'll be the same kind of thing as soobin and arin. if you agree, i need these papers signed by tomorrow."

you look through the papers and nod as you read through, "do you happen to have a pen on you?" you ask, putting your hand out. your manager places a pen in your hand and you put the paper flat against the wall to sign it, "do you know who will be my partner?"

"unfortunately, i do not." your manager tells you as you hand him back the signed papers. "i think it's going to be someone from enhypen."

"hopefully this goes well then." you tell him, smiling and walking back into your dorm as your members begin to bombard you with questions about why you were asked outside.

fast forward to the present...

your manager walks into the room as you and jake and continues to read through the cards for the next segment, "fans are starting to notice the tension, you need to stop side-eyeing jake." he scolds as his voice is slightly raised. "and you need to start remembering your lines jake, you spend more time reading the cards than looking at the camera." he adds sighing and plopping down onto the couch annoyed.

you roll your eyes followed along by jake's scoff.

it didn't take long for the directors to come and call you guys outside. the two of you exit the dressing room and go onto the stage as fans cheered. you slow down your walk to stand besides jake and whisper, "don't fuck this up." jake subtly rolls his eyes and stands in his spot as you make your way to the right of him.

the cameramen make their way to their spots and begin rolling as the fans' screams die down. "okay, rolling!" one of the men shouted.

"y/n!" you exclaim, followed by jake's, "jake-eu!"

"today on music bank we got to see ive sunbaenim's wonderful comeback stage for after like, along with blackpink sunbaenim's pink venom." you say to the camera as those two groups stand behind jake and you.

the camera's continue rolling until you guys talk to every group that performed.

"jake-eu!"  jake finally exclaims at the end followed by your, "y/n!"

"thank you for tuning into music bank, we'll see you next friday!" the two of you shout, waving sweetly at the camera making a heart at the end.

the camera finally cuts off and you two walk off stage and let out deep breaths, "finally." jake mumbles.

you roll your eyes and walk back to your personal dressing room pulling out your phone to check twitter to see #jakeyn trending. everyone believes that you and jake were the most friendly mc's. "little do they know." you think to yourself, chuckling before changing out of the matching clothes you were wearing for today's show.

as you walk out of your dressing room you bump into your manager, "good job on fixing your chemistry on stage, enhypen's manager and i are proud of you guys."

the two of you walk outside bombarded by paparazzi and you put on a fake smile and wave to the cameras making your way to the van. but your day didn't end there when you realized who else was in the van. "what... the... fuck." you say, confused by the situation at hand. "why are you in my van?"

"why are you in my van?" jake asks back with an angered expression.

"get in the car y/n, before dispatch gets a picture of who else is in the car." your manager orders from behind you as you step in fully sitting down.

"i hope this is a group uber, because i had no intention of doing anything except showering and going to bed once i got back to the dorms." you say as your manager got into the front seat.

"you guys need bonding time." the driver, who happened to be jake's manager, says pulling off. "we can't risk fans thinking you guys hate each other."

"hashtag jake y/n is literally trending on twitter, i think we've got our relationship handled." jake argues in hopes for the managers to agree.

"for the first time, i'm going to have to agree with you." you say, sinking into your chair, upset that you were now stuck in a car with whom you would consider to be the most annoying person on earth.

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[whowantslovergirl]

Scotty doesn’t know

Fred Weasley x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: kissing, cursing,lowkey smut 😱, not going to say minors DNI bc ik yall going to read it anyway, blasphemy only once, Scotty is an ASS in this, he is also in Ravenclaw 💙, cheating, modern au so regular high school, fiona = Y/N, cursing, very suggestive lyrics, fighting, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 ^ <——— this means start the song 💋 harry potter masterlist

Summary: Y/N cheating on her boyfriend Scotty with the schools prankster

posted: April 21,2023

Scotty and Y/N look like the perfect couple. They literally won ‘best couple’ in the yearbook. Everyone thought that they were perfect for each other .

But no one knew what actually went on behind closed doors.

Scotty is toxic as fuck.

Always asked where are you going.

“Where the hell are you going at 8:00?”

Made you change if he wasn’t comfortable with what you were wearing.

“Isn’t guys going to be there? You’re not going anywhere dressed like that.”

Always interrogated your friends.

“So what are you guys doing tonight?”

All your friends tell you that he’s an insecure fuck but you never listen.

You tried to break up with him several times but he always played the ‘I’ll be better’ card and you fell for it.

Every single time.

You fell out of love a long time ago.

So you just found a side. And that ‘side’ was

Fred fucking Weasley. ^

Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know

Oh, Scotty doesn't know

Scotty was walking around school looking for you.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Have you seen Y/N?”

He finally found you and ran up to you. “Hey Y/N!” You turn around and before you can respond Scotty’s lips are already on you. He pulled away and it took everything in your power to not wipe your lips. “Hey babe!” You can not believe how fake you sounded. “Hey! So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out Sunday?” You pretended to have fake sadness. “Scotty you know I have church every Sunday.”

“Oh yeah! My bad baby, I forgot.” You just shook your head. “It’s fine. We can hang out Saturday if you want.” He nodded and kissed you again and walked off.

Little does he know.

_____

“Oh fuck. Right there darling. Keep going just like that.” He threw his head back into the seat. You smiled knowing that you were the reason he has this reaction. You grab his balls firmly and he moans even louder.

Thank god you guys are in an empty parking lot.

You can feel him about to cum. You go even faster if that’s possible, he finally burst in your mouth. You swallowed and went up to kiss him and he tasted himself. He moaned into your mouth. He finally pulled away and put his jeans back on.

“So how long until ‘church’ is over darling?” He asked putting air quotes on church. You gave a small laugh. “One more hour.” You say biting your lip. He gave his signature smirk. “Well let’s go pray.” He took your hand to the back of the car.

You probably traumatized the little kids who were walking by to see a shaking car.

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

“Scotty doesn’t know!” Fred’s twin exclaimed. “Why would he know dumbass?” George just shrugged. He sneaked a glance at you from across the cafeteria. You winked and went to the bathroom. Fred and George saw this. “Well that’s my cue. Bye Georgie.”

“You’re disgusting!”

Fiona says she's out shopping

But she's under me

And I'm not stopping

“Sorry I’m going shopping later. I need clothes for this trip I’m taking sorry baby.” Scotty asked you if you wanted hang out later and you obviously can’t since you promised a certain ginger that you can hang out tonight.

“You’ve been really busy lately.” Scotty said with a questioning tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing it’s just that if you don’t wanna hang out just say that don’t make bullshit excuses.” You don’t even want to talk about this right now.

“I’m not doing this with you right now. I gotta go bye Scotty.”

“Bye Y/N”

_____

Your nails scratched his back, him moaning even louder.

Very convinced that he has a pain kink.

“Oh my god Fred!”

“You feel so good darling.” He throws his head back and you arch your back.

“I’m so close, go faster Freddie.” You whisper as he puts his head in your shoulder.

And he went faster.

You feel the knot in you burst and you can feel his warmth inside you. He slips out with a soft hiss.

You turn on your side. He’s so beautiful, all sweaty and tired. His hair slightly covering his forehead.

“You’re so pretty Freddie.” He smiled and turns on his side. His hand goes to your face, taking your hair out of your face.

“Thank you but you’re much more pretty darling.”

You smile and silence fills the air.

“Break up with him”

Oh shit.

'Cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

Don't tell Scotty

You’re in class and you can see Fred in the corner writing something and sending it your way.

“Y/N here. It’s from Fred.”

Scotty heard that.

“Why is Fred Weasley sending you notes?” He whispered yelled from next you. You just shrug.

You’re so getting him for this.

You raise your hand.

“Yes Ms. L/N?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Professor Snape nods and you rush to the bathroom.

_____

You read the note.

‘Meet at the courtyard at 10:30.

-Freddie ;)’

You smile and go back to class.

_____

“Hey Freddie.” He turns around and a smile coats his face. His dimples showing.

“Hey darling, about the thing I said, I meant it. I can treat you way better than he can. Just leave him please.

You feel really bad about what you’re going to say.

“I can’t Fred. I just can’t. Let’s just continue what we’re doing okay?”

It’s not that you don’t believe Fred it’s just that you don’t how Scotty is going to react if he finds out you’ve been fucking someone behind his back for a whole year.

You can tell he is heartbroken that you wanna continue this but he does nod sadly because he wants you to be happy.

I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

You grab the headboard to stop you from falling face first into the bed. You don’t know who got Fred so angry but you want angry more often.

Then your phone started to ring.

“Oh my god! It’s Scotty! Fred stop.”

He kept going.

“Answer the phone darling just be quiet.”

Fiona's got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing

“Hey Baby!” You bite your lip trying not to moan. “Hey Scotty! Not to be mean but why are you calling?!”

“Why do you sound like that?” Fred stifled a laugh thinking this shit was funny. You look back and he’s biting back a laugh.

“Scotty I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Ok baby call me when you’re done I. love you.”

“Uh huh yea bye.”

Scotty obviously thought your behavior was weird and he was definitely confronting you about it tomorrow.

You don’t care, you’re getting your back blown by someone who can actually make you cum.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

You’re in the courtyard with Angelina. You obviously knew Fred’s and Angie’s history but he always assured you that you were the only one.

As you were talking you see in the corner of your eye Scotty is speed walking towards you two.

“Hey Scotty. What’s wrong?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You grab his hand and walked to an empty classroom. You didn’t even have time to close the door.

“Are you fucking Fred Weasley Y/N?!” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?!”

'Cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

“What got you to that bullshit conclusion?!” Even if it is true you’re still shocked that he would accuse you of this.

“The notes? And don’t think I don’t see you two eye fucking each other every chance you get!”

Even though he treats you like shit. You’re surprised that he is so effected by this.

“Just tell me now Y/N. How long?”

You stay silent. You roll your eyes.

“We never did anything Scotty!”

“Is that what you were doing when I called you the other day? You were getting fucked! It was a three way call! Wow Y/N I thought you were better than this!”

“I can’t believe you’re accusing me of such bullshit! I would never do that to you. We’ve been dating for almost three years and you think I would throw all that shit away!”

He just stayed there. Then walked out pushing your shoulder in the process.

You had a feeling shit was going to hit the fan.

We'll put on a show

Everyone will go

“Weasley!” Scotty yelled.

Fred was walking with George when he heard his name. He turned around to see a pissed off Scotty aka your boyfriend.

Oh shit.

“Yes Scotty?”

“Are you fucking my girl?”

He put a pretend confused look on his face.

“And why would I do that?” He had a condescending tone. With a smile on his face.

“I don’t care for your tone Weasley and I know your bitch ass fucked her!” He pushed him so hard Fred almost fell down.

You walked to where the yelling was coming from and see a small crowd around Scotty and Fred.

Everyone can see in Fred’s face that he wanted to beat his ass but he saw you so he didn’t.

Just walked away.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

“Why didn’t you punch him Freddie?” You were in his dorm. You were laying on his chest and he was drawing shapes on your back. You love the moments when it’s no sex just love and admiration for each other.

“I just saw your face and I didn’t want you to see me differently. You never saw me angry let alone fight anyone and I didn’t want to change your view of me.” You smile at his mini confession that he cares about what you think of him.

“Ok just know nothing will change how I feel about you Freddie.”

“Me too darling.”

The parkin' lot, why not?

It's so cool when you're on top

“Oh god, keep going like that darling.” You throw your head back and arch your back. He starts to suck on your nipple, switching every now and then.

This made you stutter your hips.

“Fuck Freddie!” You came all over him. He went two seconds after.

“God! it’s so cool when you’re on top.” You just laugh.

His front lawn in the snow

Life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

You had no idea how you were swayed into fucking on Scotty’s front lawn during Christmas break.

“Fred if he walks out we’re dead.” He shushed you and kept going.

“He deserves this anyway Y/N.”

I did her on his birthday

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Scotty

Happy birthday to you

Everyone in the courtyard turned to your singing. Which isn’t that bad. Tolerable.

“Happy Birthday Scotty!” You yelled with several presents in your hands.

You might hate the guy but everyone deserves presents on their birthday.

“Thank you baby.” He gave you a peck.

Fred saw this bullshit and walked out the courtyard.

_____

“Fred we can’t do this on his birthday! That’s like having sex at a funeral!” You whispered yelled as he tried to unbutton your blouse. You two were in a storage closet together. Nothing but a little light on.

“Come on please?” He has that one look that always made you fold on his face.

“Ok.” He smiled and went to his knees.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

“So are y’all ever planning on telling him?” Fred turned to George. “Only if she wants too.”

“I don’t know how y’all do it. Especially you, I mean you had a major crush on her ever since they got together.”

“Ok Georgie you don’t have to say all that.”

Little did they know you were right behind the door.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty will know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty's gotta know

“I mean he already had speculations about you two. But I don’t think he would like that you confirmed his speculations Freddie.” Fred asked George if it’s a good idea to tell Scotty without your permission.

Which is bad but he really wanted this sneaking around shit to be over.

I'm gonna tell Scotty

Gonna tell him myself

“Ima tell him. I don’t care I’m tired of this shit.”

“Wait Fred that’s not a good ide-!”

Fred was already out the door.

_____

“Hey Scotty!”

He turned around and had a ‘the fuck are doing here?’ look.

“I just wanted to-.” He stopped himself, thinking of how you would react and he didn’t want you upset.

“What Weasley?”

“Nothing just you shouldn’t accuse people of shit if you don’t have any evidence.”

Fuck.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

“You didn’t tell him?! What happened to ‘i don’t care I’m tired of this shit’ .

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t sound like that. I just thought about the consequences and didn’t do it.”

“I can not believe that Fred Weasley is whipped. Pussy whipped at that!”

“Shut up George!”

Scotty has to

Scotty has to

Scotty has to go

“Hey darling. What’s up?”

You knocked on his door and started crying.

“Hey! Hey! What’s wrong?!”

“I wanna be with you Freddie.”

He felt the whole world stop. You want him not Scotty. This is the happiest day of his life.

“I didn’t do it yet but Scotty has to go.”

He loves you.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

Today is the day you are going to break up with Scotty for good this time.

You all around the school for him and finally see him talking with his friends.

“Hey Scotty! Can we talk?”

He nodded skeptically and you took his hand to an empty classroom.

“We need to break up.”

“What the fuck?!”

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

“I need to put me first you know? And you can’t do any bullshit excuses or the gifts. Nothing! I mean nothing will get me back to you ok? So bye and we can’t be friends after this.” You just left him speechless.

You feel so fucking free.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty’s gotta go!

“Freddie I did it! I broke up with him! I can be with you now!” You were jumping up and down in his room. He just has the most ecstatic smile on his face. He grabbed you and smashed his lips on yours.

What a fucked up love story.

That is so bad! So bad

An: hope y’all enjoy this 😍😍 this was a long one and I love it sooo until I post again my lovers 🤍 (hint: pope and Maybank reader)

#Spotify #my lovers on top #hogwarts x reader #fred weasly x reader #weasley x reader #george weasley #scotty doesn't know

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The Facts of Life

Request: i'm screaming crying throwing the fuck up about that jason blurb...now that he mentioned another baby i need you to write about telling him he got you pregnant. pretty please?

Description: Recounting the events leading up to this point of your relationship with Jason, your view of how life works changes as you prepare to tell him big news.

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of fertility issues and miscarriage

Pairing: Jason Sudeikis x reader

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be and I don't know if I even fulfilled the prompt how they would have wanted, but I'm super proud of how this turned out! This was requested as kind of a part 2 to Ignore the Headlines and I ended up combining it with the jsuds x reader of Meeting the Crew. Honestly, I think this could all be a little universe, idk, what would y'all think of that? Anyway, the two connected fics are linked, though you can read this one on its own!

-

You were always a very logical person. Facts were facts. Plans were plans. Hopes were hopes. It was best to not confuse or combine the three. There were many points in your adulthood that solidified the importance of their separation.

Walking into 30 Rock, the uneasiness in your stomach grew despite your attempt to push it down. It was finally here. Your first day as an intern at NBC hadn’t even officially begun and yet you felt the need to keel over and throw up everything in your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you approach the front desk where you are then directed to the second floor to have your picture taken, then handed a building ID with that same photo printed on it. 

After a day of being shown the ropes, you finally received your assignment. All you had ever wanted in life was to work for Saturday Night Live. Since eight years old, you stayed up late every Saturday to watch the show, it was your favorite day of the week. Your love for it didn’t deter as you grew older, it strengthened if anything. From Amy and Tina to Seth and Bill, the new age of cast members kept the legacy alive and well. 

So when you were instead assigned to The Tonight Show, a little part of your heart broke. Sure, Jimmy Fallon also helped to carry on the legacy of SNL, but the seemingly fake laugh and cheesy jokes just weren’t what you were hoping for. Hope, it just didn’t work out.

-

After your intern year, your dreams seemed to be coming true as a position opened up for a Production Assistant on Saturday Night Live. You decided to take your chances, updating your resume with your new year of experience before you submitted your application. No hoping this time, just confident in your abilities, that the hiring team would know you were the best person for the job.

That confidence ended up paying off, being offered the job only two weeks after applying, the email offer saying the NBC family didn’t want to lose you. While you were sure that was pure horseshit automatically included in the drafter letter, you didn’t want to complain. It seemed that everything was working out in your favor, not that you were going to tempt fate by jinxing yourself. 

Assigned to cue cards and props, you didn’t often interact with the celebrity guests. To be honest, that didn’t bother you much. You had met a year’s worth of stars while working on Fallon, they were nice enough for the most part. But you were just too excited about your job to worry about the famous people around you. Plus, if you thought about it, none of the hosts or musical guests of the season were particularly exciting to you.

That is, until the fourth week, when Mr. Jason Sudeikis walked into the studio on Monday morning. Jason wasn’t your favorite SNL alum, but he surely was in your top five, and you can’t deny how ridiculously attractive the man is. With your prop responsibilities, your run-ins with Jason were kept to a minimum. And by minimum, you meant a single time in which you spoke to each other when he happened to ask you to pass the sharpie on the other side of the table. You played it super cool, passing the marker to him with a small smile before looking back down to the card you were currently writing lines on, hoping your blush wasn’t too obvious.

It wasn’t until Saturday night that you became quite acquainted with Jason, well more like Jason’s crotch. Staring at his crotch for five minutes as two adults dressed like children harassed him. This situation would have been awkward enough on its own, but with him being dressed in khakis? Your suspicions about a certain size while watching him in khakis on Ted Lasso seemed to be confirmed.

Sitting in a small compartment for five minutes, only busy when handing Jason his two props, you decided to close your eyes in an attempt to ignore the view you had. That decision failed, not being able to do it for even thirty seconds. Trying to distract yourself, you thought of your plan for the rest of the evening: finish the show, clean up all the cue cards and get them in their room, head to the subway for your ride home, eat something when you get to your apartment and then head to bed, all before you then come back to 30 Rock the next day.

After a helpful host, a dirty accidental joke made by said host, and the episode coming to an end, you made your way to the card room. Less boring than it sounds, the room is lined with shelves holding every single cue card in Saturday Night Live history. The nerd in you feels like combusting every time you’re in this room. Hearing a light knock on the door, you turn to see Jason leaning on the door frame, a bashful smile on his face as you make eye contact.

“Hey, Y/N.” Hearing him say your name, you drop the stack of cards you’re holding, muttering under your breath as you reach down to grab them “Fuck.” Jason chuckles, walking closer as you stand back up, putting the stack in their spot on the shelf before turning back to him, “Am I really that horrible? I make you curse and drop things?” You shake your head and chuckle in response, looking down at the floor nervously, “No, you’re not horrible. Just didn’t expect you to know my name.”

Jason gives you a confused look as if you were completely stupid for even suggesting such a thing, “Of course I know your name. I’d be a piece of shit if I didn’t ask the name of someone staring at my dick for five minutes.” You laugh heartily, relaxing a bit as you round the table in between you two to lean against it next to where he stands. “Good to know, good to know.”

Jason turns to look at you, a small smile on his face before he looks down at his sneakers, playing with his feet a bit. “Speaking of which, I wanna apologize for that comment I made earlier, I would never mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” You smile at him in thanks, nudging his shoulder lightly with your own, “Thanks but, it's okay, I could tell you didn’t mean anything by it as soon as you realized what you said.” 

He chuckles, looking at you with a joking expression, “Um, excuse you, it was totally intentional. I was just making sure you had a good sense of humor. Had to make sure the SNL crew hadn’t lost the spark since I left, ya know?” Giggling as he winks at you, you nod your head, “Ah, totally. I’m sure that’s what happened.” 

Jason laughs with a twinkle in his eye, deciding to just go for it, “Really though, I’m sorry. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Definitely don’t want to make a bad impression on anyone.” He pauses, looking down nervously before looking back up at you, wearing an impish smile, “Especially you.”

At that, your face turns as red as the giant dog often known as Clifford, a response that Jason laughs at before moving, standing in front of you as he begins to end a conversation he desperately wants to continue, “Anyway, I gotta get going, don’t wanna keep the old friends waiting. You’re coming to the after-party, right? I’d love to apologize once more over drinks.” 

You nod at an embarrassingly quick speed before realizing how desperate you probably look, slowing your nods in an attempt to come off as cool, “Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Jason smiles brightly at your response, walking backwards to the door, never breaking eye contact with you. As a result, he walks into the door frame, and while it definitely hurt his shoulder blade, he would do it a million times over if it meant he got to hear your giggle that came out at his goof up. “Great, I mean, good, um, cool. I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you.” 

So much for planning on heading home after that.

-

You reorganize the crayon box once more, wanting it to be in perfect rainbow order. But what do you even do with the browns? Do you put them next to red because of their similar darker hues? Or do you go from purple into gray which then goes to brown? And don’t even get you started on white, does it go with the light pinks and purples because they’re all light, or next to the black as the two ends of the color spectrum? Letting out a groan of frustration, you rearrange the order again before feeling someone sit down on the bar stool next to you at the kitchen island. 

“Um, baby? You okay?” Turning to Jason in exasperation, your worries aren’t gone but they are surely quieted when seeing the concerned and loving look on his face. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, just want everything to be perfect.” Jason gives you a look that seems to be a cross between compassion and pity, though you know he doesn’t truly pity you. “Y/N, you do know that my children have been to my house before, correct?”

Rolling your eyes, you give him a displeased look though his chuckle in response clearly shows that he’s not taking you seriously, “Yes, Jas, I know that your children have been here before, God. But they haven’t been here before while I have been here.” Jason nods in understanding, pulling you closer so that he can give you a reassuring kiss on the forehead, “That is true, but I don’t think it truly will matter.” 

You sigh as you nod slightly, leaning into his side as you mess with a couple of the crayons, “I know, I know. I factually know that I have nothing to worry about, but that still doesn’t mean that I’m not nervous to meet them.” Jason rubs circles on your lower back, kissing the side of your head, not sure of the right way to calm your nerves but knowing physical touch won’t hurt. “And that’s totally fair hun, I would be nervous too if I was in your situation. But I truly don’t think you have anything to worry about. Daisy and Otis could be happy just sitting here and talking your ear off for hours.” You look at him with a small smile and a light giggle, “Hm, I wonder who they get that from.” 

Jason takes his arm from around you, standing up as he rolls his eyes and waves you off, walking to finish cleaning the dishes, “Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway, you love them and you haven’t even met them yet, you’ve told me as much. As long as they have someone showing them the love they deserve, they will be happy and content. Which is exactly how I’ll be too.” He sends you one more reassuring smile before turning to the sink, scrubbing the last few dishes as you walk over, hugging him from behind and kissing his left shoulder blade through his sweatshirt. “Thanks bubs, you’re right, I know you are. I just want to make the perfect first impression, I plan on being in their life for as long as you and they will have me.”

Turning off the water, Jason turns around in your arms to return your embrace, kissing your forehead before then leaning his on yours, “So forever? Because that’s what I’m planning on.” You blush deeply, nodding intently before leaning in to give him a gentle kiss, “Sounds perfect.”

The doorbell rings throughout the Manhattan Brownstone, the two of you heading to the door, hand in hand. Before opening it, Jason turns to you, “You’re gonna be great baby, just think, you can’t make a worst first impression on the kids than I did on you.” You push down your sure-to-be loud laughs as he opens the door, two small humans hugging him tightly before turning to you with bright smiles.

Your facts were right, you had nothing to worry about. No one can make a worst first impression than Jason.

-

Jason began to tease you about spending the rest of his life with you after about six months, around the same time you met the kids. His teasing turned to serious promises to make you his wife a little after your one-year anniversary. Little comments about having children together were dropped here and there. Talks of an engagement coming soon came two years in, just before meeting his Ted Lasso family, the two of you finally feeling comfortable to take the risk of being seen in public together. He then made his raging baby fever known about a month after getting down on one knee. 

After four months with a ring on your finger, you had gotten in the habit of remembering to put it back on after taking a shower. The day after your engagement, Jason saw you walking around the house without it on and his heart broke just a little. You were slipping the ring back on during your morning routine when you realized it was the 15th of the month, or more specifically, three days after when your period normally began. 

As soon as Jason told you that he was serious about wanting more kids with you, the two of you began trying. Of course, the actual act was fun, but he was already a bit of an older dad and he wanted to be as young as possible for any children you had. You also couldn’t wait, the idea of carrying Jason’s child and having a human that was the perfect mix of you brought a smile to your face. Your hearts were full of hope that you would be able to welcome a child into this world together.

As you realized the date and that your cycle hadn’t started on schedule, you quickly pulled a pregnancy test out from under your sink. Quickly doing the necessary steps, you sat on the edge of the bathtub as your phone counted down from five minutes, the test placed on the counter in front of you. Of course, this wasn’t a complete surprise. You and Jason haven’t used condoms since you became exclusive and you went off the pill as soon as you agreed to start trying. You planned for this, you had sex at least once a day when ovulating, you abstained from alcohol, and you even tried the old wive’s trick of putting your legs in the air after orgasming (that one was Jason’s idea). Even with all of the planning, you never expected it would work after only three months of trying.

You were on your feet as soon as the phone timer went off, turning the test over to reveal the life-changing result. Tears instantly ran down your face, having trouble believing the word on the white stick, pregnant. Just to be sure, you took three more tests, all different brands. Sure, you were crying while peeing on each stick, but how could you not? Once the three additional tests agreed with the original diagnosis, you let out a screech, you were pregnant!

Once you and Jason decided to try, baby talk was pretty much all your conversations consisted of. Sure, you still talked about your days and went on weekly dates, but at night, when laying in your shared bed - often after sex - your conversations eventually led to being about the baby. How Daisy and Otis would respond, the different names you each liked, or how long of a break Jason would take when the baby arrived. No matter what, you talked about the baby. Jason would ask things like, “When we have a baby, do you think we should move out of the city? We have the space here, but maybe a brand new house would be fun.” You would respond and you wouldn’t correct him, but every time you talked about the baby, you refused to use the word ‘when’.

Sure, you dreamt of having a child with Jason. You were perfectly content being a stepmom to Otis and Daisy, they are your kids as much as they are Jason’s. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t yearn for another child to call your own. As much as you wanted another child, it wouldn’t necessarily happen. What if you and Jason are unlucky and couldn’t get pregnant? What if you are infertile and don’t know it? What if you get pregnant and miscarry? You don’t know if you’d have the ability to try again after that. Of course, you could always adopt or find a surrogate, but to have a child this way, there was no way to know for sure that it would happen. So you stood firm in your word choice, ‘if’ not ‘when’.

-

When Jason entered your house that night, exhausted after a day of filming, he was overjoyed to see a receipt from his favorite pizza joint dropped on the ground. As much as he loved your cooking, some days he just needed to fill his stomach with pizza to his heart’s content, and somehow, you always knew when those days were. Sneaking up behind you as you open the lid of the delivery box, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck, “Hey there, beautiful.”

Smiling brightly, you lean back into Jason’s arms, enjoying his warmth and smell. You always loved the smell of your fiancé, you stole his clothes whenever possible. But with how his scent dominated the smell of the pizza as soon as he walked in, at least in your mind it did, you could already tell that your pregnancy hormones would be going crazy for his pheromones. 

Pulling at Jason’s arms lightly, he loosens them just enough for you to turn around in his grasp, wrapping your arms around his neck before you pull him in for a sweet kiss. Jason deepens the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip; and as much as you wanted to give in, you desperately wanted to eat the pizza and also couldn’t hold your news in much longer. You pull away a bit, though Jason chases your lips, much to your entertainment. Laughing at him, you push him away slightly as you leave his embrace, sitting down at the table, “Settle down cowboy, maybe later.”

Playful pouting before laughing at himself, Jason secedes, pulling out his chair though you stop him before he can sit down, “Oh, sorry bubs, I forgot the plates, can you grab them?” Nodding happily, Jason rounds the corner to the kitchen, “What did you get up to today, hun?” Humming in thought, you remember the cute bookstore you passed that day, “Oh! I went into the cutest bookshop today, there was this whole kids’ series about soccer, well, football, and it explains the rules and everything, in baby terms of course. Super adorable. I took a picture so I can find it later, definitely need to buy that when we have the baby.” 

From the kitchen, which you don’t have a view of from the dining room table, Jason chuckles lightly in response, “That’s a fun idea, but does it explain offsides? But yes, definitely need to get that for…” He trails off, to which you smile, knowing he caught onto what you said. Jason rounds the corner with wide eyes, two plates in hand, “Y/N, did you say ‘when’?” Nodding with a bright smile, your legs bounce with excitement, “Mhm, I did say ‘when’.”

At the speed of lightning, Jason put the plates down and crosses the short distance to you, pulling you into his tight embrace. He holds you to his chest, tears running down both of your faces, then squeezes you with excitement. Pulling back, he kisses you passionately while holding your face in between his hands, your tears mixing together. Pulling back slightly, he rests his forehead on yours, both of you attempting to calm your racing hearts. Clearing his throat, Jason looks deeply into your eyes with a fondness you had never seen in them before.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He speaks so softly, almost as if saying it out loud will snap him out of his dream. You smile softly, reaching up to wipe away his tears, “We’re gonna have a baby.”

Maybe you needed to rethink your logic. Looks like hopes, plans, and facts can all come together for good things, for the best things.

#jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis fanfiction #jason sudeikis fanfic #jason sudeikis fic #jason sudeikis x reader #jason sudeikis fluff #jsuds #ted lasso #JRU

[thewatermelloncat]

Speech

Summary: Public speaking isn’t something Rosé is worried about, with theatre she is well practiced at that. Still, she doesn’t want to deliver her speech for English class when the topic is on family relations, something she never wants to speak about.

Author's Note: I'm really stoked with some of this. Let me know what you think.

Warnings: None

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It was a strange thing to see Rosé nervous. As opposed to Denali who would bounce and fidget, Rosé goes completely still. Zoning out, staring at the floor, and only half listening to conversations that include her. She’d been like that all week.

She’d told Denali a few times that she didn’t want to do her speech, though they both knew that she was going to try anyway. It wasn’t the thought of public speaking that scared her, with theatre she was well practiced at that. What she wasn’t well practiced at was speaking about her family.

Why they were assigned the speech topic of their family relations for their English class, they weren’t sure. Something about finding their identity through writing. Why they couldn’t just talk about their hobbies instead, they weren’t sure about. That would have suited Rosé better. Anything would have suited her better.

“It might be liberating, you know?” Denali had randomly blurted out as they lay on her floor trying to write them out. “To just be like fuck it and be open about it.”

“I know, and I hope so” Rosé had looked up from her page, her hand gripped around her pen too tightly. “It’s just once I say it, I can’t take it back.”

Then Denali had realised that she couldn’t, and the words she said could get misinterpreted and the rumours about her would only get worse. 

She knew Rosé was losing sleep over it and it came as a relief to her a couple of days ago when Rosé had told her she’d finished writing it, though she never asked to read it. The less Rosé had to share it the better and Denali trusted her to be comfortable enough with what she wrote to be able to say it.

Though as the second day of the speeches progressed and each class ticked by, the less confident she became in that. Rosé didn’t eat, she didn’t move, she didn’t speak. Denali had been lucky enough to get hers done and over with on the first day, and she didn’t envy the suspense Rosé was going through before hers. There was nothing she could say as they sat at the back of the room waiting as each name was rubbed off the board, Rosé’s steadily rising to the top.

Denali doesn’t think she moved as the speech before hers was said, couldn’t even tell if she was breathing as she stared at the corner of her desk. Halfway through it she’d reached over to hold her hand, able to feel her heartbeat racing through her fingertips. Before either of them was ready, chatter started up as the speech finished, a name was rubbed off the board and Rosé’s name was called to switch over.

“Hey” Denali calls softly as Rosé pushes her chair out to stand. “Breathe” she tells her, not letting go of her hand until she does. Taking a deep breath in and out shakily. It does nothing for her, but Denali has to let her hand go as she walks in front of the first row of desks.

Chatter gradually dies down as Rosé takes a place at the front of the room and Denali’s fingers start to tap on the desk as her leg bounces. Rosé’s face is pale as she looks down at her cue cards, but her hands shake so badly that Denali isn’t sure if she can read them. Her shoulders expand with another shaky breath before she grinds a lip between her teeth. She blinks once, twice, at her cards before her head starts to shake. Then she raises a hand to her lips as her breath catches and turns to the door, walking out without a word.

After it shuts behind her there are a few moments of stunned silence before quiet murmurs start up.

“Is she going to be sick?”

“No, I think she was crying.”

A couple of people say from the row in front of Denali, but she doesn’t pay much mind to it. Knowing she needs to follow after her, she abandons all classroom etiquette and pushes her chair out. Ignoring all the eyes that fall on her.

“Denali” the voice of Miss Visage has her turning around, though she has no plans to stay. “Can you bring her in after class?” her teacher doesn’t try to get her to.

Quickly Denali nods before she continues out the door, and if she’s not mistaken, Miss Visage had looked as shaken as the rest of them.

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Out in the hallway Denali shuffles her feet trying to figure out which direction to go. She knows Rosé wouldn’t go to a bathroom because there is a risk of people being there, so that also rules out anywhere inside where anyone can walk past. So, she starts left toward the closest door to outside.

As she walks, she narrows down more options: not close to the field, the spot out of bounds is too far away, and she doubts she would have gone off school grounds. Then once the door closes behind her, she hears a scuff of a shoe on concrete and none of it matters as she sees Rosé leant up in a corner of the building walls.

“I-I can’t, I can’t” Rosé sobs, her arms reaching out for Denali as she crouches down beside her and reaches her own arms out to her. “I can’t do it.”

“Hey, shhh” Denali soothes as she adjusts her legs underneath her to sit more comfortably. Holding Rosé tighter and rubbing circles into her back. “I know. Just breathe.”

There are a few incoherent things that Rosé mumbles, but Denali doesn’t catch them. She just lets her talk, making calming noises and reminding her to take deep breaths until she settles down, leaning her head tiredly on Denali’s shoulder.

“I don’t wanna go back” Rosé says quietly, drying her eyes with the cuff of her sleeve.

“You don’t have to. Not yet” Denali assures. “Miss Visage wants to see you after class but that’s almost ten minutes away.”

Rosé hums faintly.

“Do you want me to say anything?” Denali asks.

“Just…”

“Just stay with you?” Denali finishes when Rosé trails off. “I’m not moving.”

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They waited against the building wall for about a minute after the lunch bell had rung. Making sure that the classroom would be empty before they got there and everyone along the way would be too preoccupied getting to the cafeteria to bother about them. Then Denali had taken Rosé by the hand and helped her up, not letting their grip go even when they had walked back into the classroom.

“Denali, can you wait outside, please?” Miss Visage requests from behind her desk.

“You’ll be okay?” Denali turns to Rosé, asking quietly.

Rosé nods even though her body still shakes. Denali hoped it would have stopped by now, but it hasn’t.

Then Denali nods back, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before leaving the room. Rosé watching her go.

“Come sit down, love” Miss Visage draws her attention back and gestures to a chair she had pulled in front of her desk.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect by-“ Rosé starts as she sits down.

“I know” Miss Visage stops her gently. “Now, I don’t want to keep you long, so we’ll make this short.”

Rosé nods. Pulling a foot up on the chair, hugging her leg and resting her chin on her knee.

“Was there something I did that made you feel like you couldn’t come to me?”

The question catches Rosé off guard and it takes her a few seconds to answer. “No, nothing. That’s what the assignment was, and I just thought…” she trails off with a shrug.

“Rosé, nothing in the school curriculum should make you feel uncomfortable” Miss Visage tells her earnestly.

Rosé hums a weak response.

“I’m going to give you some options, okay?” Miss Visage introduces. “You don’t have to make a decision yet, just think about them.”

Rosé nods.

“Either you can try your speech again in front of the class and I won’t penalise you for your first attempt or you can present it just to me, though a few marks for audience engagement will be lost. Alternatively, you could not submit anything and go without any marks” Miss Visage lays out before reminding, “but you don’t have to make a decision today.”

Rosé nods again.

“Is there anything you want to ask me?”

“Can I change things?” Rosé asks.

“Yes, of course” her teacher assures. “And if you can’t meet the time requirement that’s fine. You just do what you can.”

Rosé means to hum a response, but no sound comes out as her eyes start to well up with tears again, not having thought anyone would be this lenient with her. Then she smiles quickly instead before she sniffles in her next breath.

Across the desk, Miss Visage pushes over the box of tissues that permanently stays there, and Rosé takes one to sniffle into before she holds on to it tightly.

“I’m going to send you home, okay?” Miss Visage introduces. “You’re not in the right headspace to stay here.”

Rosé nods and stands when she’s given the instruction to pack up her things. She moves slowly and doesn’t realise Denali coming back into the room until she stands beside her, collecting her own things as well.

“Denali?” Miss Visage calls over when they each have their bags slung over their shoulders. “Do you have anything important on for your next class?”

“No” Denali potentially lies. She didn’t think before she answered and she quite possibly does, but she doesn’t want to go to it.

“Will you make sure she gets home?”

“Yeah” Denali accepts and takes Rosé by the hand before leading her to the doorway.

“Rosé” Miss Visage stops them just before they walk through. “Just have a think, okay?”

Rosé nods and gives her as much of a smile as she can, before her and Denali step out the door.

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“What did she say to you?” Denali nudges a foot into Rosé’s side as they sit on the couch in the lounge.

“What?” Rosé takes her eyes away from staring at the floor.

“What did Miss Visage say to you?” Denali asks. “I was telling you a super cool story and you spaced out again.”

“I’m sorry. Tell it again” Rosé blinks quickly before focusing her eyes back on Denali.

“Nah, it’s alright. It probably wasn’t that good anyway” Denali dismisses. “But what did she say to you?”

“She gave me three options” Rosé pulls in a deep breath as she shuffles her position in the corner of the couch before explaining each of the choices she was given.

“Do you know what you’re going to do?” Denali asks.

Rosé nods. “I’ll change some things and I’ll present just to her… I just wish I didn’t have to do anything and could just forget about it.”

“Well, you don’t have to do anything” Denali remembers the last option of doing nothing.

“I need the marks” Rosé sighs. “We both know I’m no good at essays.”

“But you’re good at film analysis. I’m sure other grades could carry you through if you really don’t want to do it.”

“I just don’t want to risk it.”

“Yeah, okay” Denali accepts, moving along. “When do you have to make the decision by?”

“Don’t know, she didn’t say” Rosé shrugs. “I just want to get it over with.”

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She’s struggling, that much is clear as she stares down at her page a long time before writing something, and then crossing most of it out. The cycle repeating over and over again.

When Denali had finished her homework, she had hoped Rosé would follow her out to the lounge to watch something on TV, but she had stayed at the kitchen table. Still struggling with rewriting her speech and being too stubborn to give it a break though nothing is working.

After her mum had come home, Denali had filled her in on what happened at school before Chamilla suggested that she help Rosé with her speech. She had shaken her head, justifying that although she wants to, she really doubts that Rosé would want to share what she is writing with her.

“She just wants to get it done and I can’t get her to take a break from it” Denali sighs, thinking back to all the offers of going for a walk or just chilling out for a bit that were met only with a shake of a head.

“How long has she been at it?” Chamilla asks, looking over to Rosé at the table.

Denali shrugs and guesses, “two hours?”

Chamilla clicks her tongue. “I’ll talk to her” she says, moving away. 

As she gets closer to the table Rosé sighs, dropping her pen down and resting her head in her hands. Her fingers bunching up in her hair. “Why is it so hard?” her voice is muffled before she raises her head again, leaning back in her chair. “It’s just words.”

“For everyone else” Chamilla says, standing behind her and setting her hands on the back of the chair. “But for you there are memories you put with them.”

“I just wish I could detach myself from them” Rosé admits quietly.

“That’s a hard thing to do” Chamilla says.

Rosé hums as she picks her pen back up only to drop it again, still unable to think what to write. She pulls in a sharp breath before huffing it out again frustratedly.

“Don’t push yourself, Rosie” Chamilla moves her hands onto her shoulders. “It’s been a hard day. Give it a break for tonight, it doesn’t have to be done by tomorrow.”

Rosé sighs again, this time more calmly.

“Come on, Denali will find us something to stick on the TV” she suggests, pulling Rosé’s chair out from the table. “Pack this all up and come sit with us.”

Rosé nods as Chamilla moves back into the lounge, gathering up her cue cards and flipping her book closed before stacking them with her pen in a neat pile. Then she pushes her chair out further and shuffles slowly into the lounge, looking worn out.

Denali smiles at her as she shifts over to the edge of the couch so Rosé can sit in the middle. “I’m going to win this time” she declares over their competition of finding the most adult jokes in kid’s movies.

Rosé looks up to find an animated film loaded up on screen and she smirks, she hasn’t lost a game yet. “You’re on.”

And so it was, to Denali’s credit she got the first two but from then on it became an even match. At just past the halfway point, Rosé scoffs a laugh and adds another tally on her fingers. 

“That one is mine.”

“How do you know that one?” Chamilla looks over to Rosé who is cuddled up against Denali’s shoulder.

Rosé shrugs.

“Know what? What did I miss?” Denali asks. “I didn’t get it.”

“I’m not telling you” Rosé says to her. “We have to protect your innocent mind.”

Denali scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Mum, what did it mean?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older” Chamilla teases her.

“We’re the same age!” Denali screeches exasperatingly, looking down at Rosé. Met with only more laughter, she huffs out a breath, “whatever, I’m rewinding.” Though before she can hit the button, Rosé steals the remote from her hand. “Rosie!”

Despite Denali’s protesting, Rosé doesn’t give the remote back and instead shuffles over to Chamilla and sets the remote on the other side of her. Then Chamilla wraps an arm over Rosé to protect her from Denali’s playful attempts of swiping at her.

“You guys suck” Denali pouts and crosses her arms. Though she can’t hold the façade for long and smiles soon after. Then she leans over to lie against Rosé’s legs. “Tell me if I’m crushing your feet.”

“You’re good” Rosé says after shifting her legs a little.

“You’re not very comfy” Denali mentions but Rosé tunes out the rest of what she says, looking between her and Chamilla on either side of her. Then a content smile spreads across her lips as she thinks she knows how to finish her speech.

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“What’s this?” Denali turns to look at Rosé as she sits beside her, after dropping something on her lap.

Rosé only gestures to the thing she had dropped by way of answering.

“Your speech?” Denali picks up the cue cards and turns them over in her hands.

“Hmm” Rosé hums in confirmation.

“Do you not want it anymore?” Denali asks, seeing as Rosé has just come back from presenting it to Miss Visage during the beginning of lunchtime.

“I want you to read it” Rosé says as she shuffles her legs more comfortably beneath her. “Just not while I’m around.”

“Are you sure?” Denali checks.

Rosé nods. “Just wait until you get home or something.”

Denali smiles at her affectionately before she slips the cue cards into her bag for safekeeping. “How did it go?” she then asks about Rosé’s speech.

“It was hard, but we sat around the desks, so it was more casual. So that was nice” Rosé considers.

“And you got through it okay?”

“For the most part. Some things were harder to talk about than I thought.”

“But you still did it” Denali says as she wraps an arm around Rosé and leans into her. “I’m proud of you Rosie.”

Rosé hums with a content smile, wrapping an arm back around Denali.

“Does it feel nice to have it done?” Denali looks up at her.

“Yeah” Rosé sighs out a breath of relief and visibly relaxes.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with me reading it?”

Rosé nods to confirm again. “Just wait until you get home.”

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Although she had wanted to, Denali hadn’t read Rosé’s speech immediately when she got home since she had to leave again for skating practice within the hour, and she wanted to give the speech her full attention. So, the cue cards had stayed safely stored in her bag until after she had gotten back home and showered before jumping on her mattress and lying across her bed.

By now it’s getting late, and she flicks the lamp switch on so she can read Rosé’s neat cursive across the cue cards. Then she begins to read.

In elementary we used to make cards on Mother’s and Father’s Day. Everyone knew what to write but I didn’t, so I’d draw them a picture instead. My father’s I would throw away before I got home, and there was one year that I didn’t do the same to my mother’s. I didn’t want to give it to her face to face, so I left it on the table hoping she’d find it. She did. Right before she ripped it up and left the pieces on the floor for me to pick up. Neither of my parents spoke to me that night and that’s when I realised that they didn’t want to be reminded that it was their fault for having me.

Only past the introduction, Denali already feels her breath catching as she continues on. Reading about how Rosé’s family doesn’t do normal family things like going on road trips or going out to eat, so she gets nervous going to cafes because she doesn’t know how to orientate herself in an unfamiliar setting. She also admits that most of her family heritage projects for school have mostly been built on lies because her parents barely talk to her about their family history.

“Oh Rosie” Denali mutters to herself after she reads how Rosé still struggles to see herself as a good person, because all her life she has been told that she’s not.

She’s almost about to put the cue cards down when the next sentence catches her eye: but it’s changing now.

A slow smile spreads across Denali’s lips as she sees Rosé has written that she’s found good people. How Denali and her mother have taken her in. Continuing to explain how she’s grateful that they let her show emotion: how they let her be frustrated without getting angry back at her, how they listen to her when she’s upset and help her sort out her thoughts.

As Denali continues through it, her eyes begin to well with tears and she lets out a watery laugh when she reads how Rosé knows that she only pretends to like musicals because she knows Rosé loves watching them. Some of her tears already falling before she reaches the conclusion.

Even back in elementary I knew that my life would never be normal. I wouldn’t have a family who save up for my college fund and that they might not ever love me back. Though years later, it doesn’t matter so much to me anymore, because I’ve found a new family.

After the final line, Denali rolls over onto her back and clutches the cue cards to her chest, right over her heart. Her breath goes in and out in shaky gasps as she stares at her ceiling with happy tears falling from her eyes. For a while she’s known that her house has been a safe place for Rosé, but for her to feel so accepted by them that she considers Denali and her mother as family is almost indescribable. Especially when Denali has felt for a long time like she wants Rosé to be a part of theirs.

For minutes she lies there until she’s settled enough to breathe steadily again and is sure she will be able to speak clearly. Then she dries away the last of her tears and reaches for her phone. In seconds she has Rosé’s contact selected from the top of the list and her phone held up to her ear, waiting impatiently for the ringing to stop.

“Yeah?” Rosé answers and just the sound of her voice makes Denali emotional again.

“Did you mean it?” she cuts straight down to it, brushing away another stray tear.

“Mean what?” Rosé asks.

“What you wrote: did you mean it?”

“Yeah… every word.”

#rpdr fanfiction #rosénali #rosenali #rosé #denali #safe house au #angst #hurt/comfort

[scover-va]

el x bryce hcs?

Glad im spreading the propaganda of callin the lil fucker el bc ??? is def not a catchy name /j

Like I said before, Bryce invites El to help him cook a lot! He often lets El decide what they make, since he wants to give El the freedom to make their own choices, even if it's something as small as picking between pizza and pasta

El wants a fucking mouth so he can kiss Bryce so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so SO bad

And also so they can tell Bryce he loves him!! The cue cards and sign language aren't enough, he wants to just proclaim their love to Bryce!!!

He's a hopeless romantic if you couldn't tell

El fell fast and hard for Bryce, and the crush only grew from there

Whereas for Bryce, after bonding with them a bit, it was a small thing at first. Hanging out with El more made the crush grow, though

El started leaving 'anonymous' love letters for Bryce. I write anaonymous like that bc at this point, Bryce KNOWS El's handwriting. But he enjoys reading the letters so he lets it go on for a bit. And also he never really has a good moment to bring it up without risking embarrassing El

Luckily, El eventually hands Bryce one of the love letters themself, seeing this as a proper confession

And as Bryce suspected, El's embarrassed to know Bryce knew the entire time

Since the two can't properly kiss, and El can't give Bryce kisses at all, Bryce is constantly plastering El's face with kisses, whereas El holds his hand a lot and taps out 'I love you' on the back of Bryce's hand just as often

They cook together so much that dinner dates just kinda feel like regular dinners, so they do pretty much everything else! They go on walks, visit anywhere special in the Gameworks universe, stuff like that.

They've had to get Jeremiah or Lazarus to fly them to a couple special spots for special occasions thanks to distance. Both of them hate third wheeling so they're constantly trying to hand the job off to each other

El's also big on gift giving! Probably a habitual thing given the trophy and whatnot, but still. Bryce is more of a 'show affection through words and actions' kinda guy

El dragged Chandrelle into one of his antics once, which was. Giving them a temporary mouth via her magic so he could kiss Bryce

Pretty much everyone in the inn has had to third wheel at some point. Sometimes they're all third wheeling if El and Bryce are being affectionate in the main room

Finally, El's a little prone to nightmares thanks to his connection to Lionel (Whether it be fearing the group will resent him, nightmares based on Lionel's memories/fears, or just a nightmare about having to listen to that damn venting again, his nightmares are typically related to Lionel), so Bryce calms him down every time. He doesn't mind, and Bryce is really good at comforting people, so 99% of the time it works. 1% of the time is just if the nightmare was THAT bad

#the hex #the hex game #the hex spoilers #chef bryce #the hex bryce #the hex fpp #the hex ??? #the hex fps #scov.txt #other inn patrons + lionel are mentioned #bryce x el/fpp #sorry i didnt answer this ask sooner! was gonna respond last night but then i got hit with a wave of exhaustion #the other ask sitting in my inbox rn will be answered when i get to school #so like. gimme an hour to write it all up since its gonna be l o n g

[zackcrazyvalentine]

I'm going to shoot another song at you. This one, I usually imagine if Kiran were to sing a song for Thais and Xeron, it would be this.

CAUSE I ALSO LOVE THE THOUGHT OF DRIPPING SWEET HONEY WORDS AT SOMEONE IN YOUR NATIVE LANGUAGE AND THEY ONLY CAN HEAR THE AFFECTION AND SEE THE WARM IN YOUR EYES BUT ONLY YOU KNOW THE POWER YOUR WORDS HOLD.

(I now headcanon Kiran says the most poetic love words to his partners in his native tongue so it'll be his little secret.)

Favorite lines for your beloved OCs:

"Dazzling like true gold... All I need is one crushing hug."

"Caught some feelings for you, no stopping me from falling for you."

"Like a silky smooth wax doll, you are the school of beauty. And and I are meant to be." THIS LINE! THIS LINE FOR THAIS.

HONESTLY THIS SONG HAS MANY GREAT LINES.

BUT BIG, THIS SONG MAKES ME THINK OF KIRAN JUST COMPARING THAIS AND XERON TO THINGS LIKE GOLD IN TAMIL. Thangam - Gold. Occasional nickname from him now cause dang I like that!

Melody Melody Melody Melody Melody Minxie Minxie Minxie Minxie Minxie

My love.... YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I TREASURE THIS ASK I LEGIT CAN'T STOP SMILING WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS SONG AND WATCH THE VIDEO, I'VE BEEN WATCHING IT ON REPEAT THIS WEEK (and omg my yt likes couldn't be better organized bc right after this video I have two songs that bring me happiness too so it's always a treat to listen to the Serotonin Tirad)

Okay, let me start off with saying that the first time I saw it I kinda went through some shock???

All my life, I've been accustomed to Spanish music and mvs (latin spanish ones specifically), English music, with a sprinkle of Japanese and Korean pop songs All three have very distinctive productions and directions taken in their music videos, and things diverge even more with all sorts of genres and bands.... but there are some cues that give you insight of who's mind the mv comes from

I had never seen one like this song you shared The dancing, the absolutely cute affectionate gestures, the rhyme and flow of the Tamil tongue in a melody, the instrumentals themselves!! Everything was very different to what I was accustomed to!

The first listen was confusing, a lot to take in djkjfkgdf but that's what the replay button is for! As I kept listening, repeating the song and reading the translated lyrics, everything cleared up and 🥺 MINXIE IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SONG!!! THE MEANING, THE LYRICS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY HEART 😭💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

And now I can't stop smiling every time I listen to it 💖 From how colorful, happy, loving, and dace-able the song is! But also from the memory attached to it, the association of out OT3 with it, the joy and wonder I felt when you shared this with me 💖

So, thank you for an amazing memory!! I adore music, ADOOOOORE SHARING AND BEING SHARED IT What better way than to share songs while assigning them to characters or ships we have in common 💖

BEAUTIFUL OC THOUGHTA THAT HAME MY HEART FLUTTERING SO SO MUCH 💖

Now then, for the OC thoughts~

🥺���🥺 - AAA - OOO - PLEASE - ❤❤❤

MINXIE PLEASE ALL THESE AFFECTION, THE GESTURES I AM ROTTING SO HARD ON THEM

JUST.... JUST....

TIGER DOING ALL THAT TO MY SWEET GOAT AND STOIC FAE I AM DYING 😭💕💕💕💕💕💕

I CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T MINXIEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU'VE SLAIN ME, I AM DED DEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!

SNEAKY TIGER COMPLIMENTING AND DRIPPING HONEY ON MY DUMMIES WHEN THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HE'S SAYING!!!! NOT FAIR!!!!

I know we discussed this in DMs, but Xeron and Thais will do exactly that to him, too!! Telling Kiran how handsome he is and how happy he makes them in languages he can't understand

The fact they can only rely on the softness and warmth reflected on their beloved's eyes is SO FUCKING ROMANTIC AND PRECIOUS, GIRL YOU REALLY DID KILL ME WITH THIS

LEMME HIT YOU WITH THE UNO REVERSE CARD AND LEMME GIVE YOU SOME LYRICS THAT I CAN VERY MUCH ASSOCIATE WITH FAE AND GOAT IN REGARDS TO KIRAN

" Reel me in with your sweet soul gaze " - Bc they very much love to look into Kiran's amber eyes and how expressive they are

" Caught me off-guard you did when you came in like a rainstorm " - This is so much Thais omg my girl is so confused by love at the start, she was VERY caught off guard

" You dissolve my stone like heart with your endearing smile " - Xeron, definitely. Stoic serious fae couldn't stand a chance against the sunshine tiger

Xeron, suddenly feeling fluttering in his chest when sparring with Kiran and seeing how handsome the boy is all fired up: ...ah, yes... I believe this is what they call a stroke... It was nice knowing you gay awakening gay awakening

I AM GONNA SHOVE SPANISH INTO THAIS ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, I WILL MAKE HER CALL KIRAN "MI AMOR" "MI CIELO" "MI ÁNGEL" I WILL MAKE HER SING MY FAVORITE SAPPY LOVE SONGS TO HER BELOVED SAFFRON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE NICKNAME THE NICKNAME THE NICKNAME HIM CALLING THEM GOLD, PLEASE MINXIEEEEEEEEEEEE I AM DONE, I AM DEAD, I HAVE BEEN BRUTALLY RIPPED APART WITH THE FLUFFIEST OF SCENARIOS

You and your tiger as so precious, I will grip you and shake you and keep you both safe forever 🥺💖

THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

YOU OUTDID YOUSELF WITH THIS OH MY GOD I AM SO FUCKING ALIVE RIGHT NOW WOW

#zask #oc talk #happiness #joy #beauty and her beastlies #thais adamante #xeron bhatt #kiran strisha #others' ocs #not me IMMEDIATELY thinking about thais singing angel by juanes #i ADORE that song so dfklgmdk #THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD I AM SO STUPIDLY HAPPY WITH OC THOUGHTS AND THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <33333333 #music

[memeyqueenybeany6996]

The Teaching Assistant

~Prologue~

"isn't that.." "Shh, she might hear you." "Who cares do you think she can introduce us to her brother?" "Don't even try, her brother doesn't even look her way anymore, not since the incident." "What incident?"

Amelia sighs as she just ignores the blatant stares and whispers as she stops in the coffee shop in hero costume.

*Fuck my life.* She thinks to herself as she pays for her drink and heads out of the cafe not wanting to stay any longer.

*It's always like this, especially now that HE is fighting for rank 2 spot now. All my mistakes in hero work, how I hold myself, how I talk, walk, E V E R Y T H I N G.*

The red haired woman with an oversized Hoodie and utility belt around her waist walks down the busy streets of New York, sipping her coffee as she goes, heading back to Beam Line Agency, which is owned by her brother.

No one really bothers her, it's not too often shes recognized, which is a blessing in her opinion. She isn't too much of a people person, she's too socially awkward. But she works her butt off and mask it well enough on the job.

The incident was a rookie mistake she did 6 years ago when she was 20. She almost got herself killed and a few civilians, all because she wasn't strong and fast enough. She was lucky her brother got there when he did, but it costed him multiple surgeries and physical therapy sessions to even regain the ability to walk and run again. She thought she could handle it, she was so wrong. Now she has to live with a slightly fractured relationship with her brother who has a major over protection streak and became a massive asshole.

But she can't blame him.. she did almost ruin his whole life. Though her cat, Stubby, always writes and tells her it wasn't her fault, after all who would have believed a rookie there was a terrorist attack going on? Her superior told her to investigate if she was "so sure". If anything it was that guys fault.

Oh yeah you heard correctly her cat writes to her. Insane as it sounds he can hold a pen with his tail and write, though the writing is.. bad, not that she would ever tell her best friend that!! Oh yeah, that three legged, one eyed cat is her best friend. Which is kind of sad if you think about it. With how everyone wants to get close to her brother, to his influence, the easiest target would be to befriend or even date her. She has no.. real friends, the ones she has were caught trying to sleep with her brother and it was quickly discovered they didn't care for her at all.

Her brother Miguel, always calls her to trusting for her own good, to naive. It makes her sick to hear those words.. it's hard to read people for her, to tell what someone's real intentions are, probably due to a bit of autism she has. It makes it difficult for her to read people and social cues, especially sarcasm unless it's covered in it.

To be completely honest, her brother.. use to be nice until he became really famous, then he.. he changed. Became a asshole, he even told her she should quit being a hero cause he wouldn't always be there to save her, like she's some damsel in distress! Amelia Tano is a hero, a hero I tell you! She is strong in her own right! She's pro hero Mercy, the medic hero! Saving thousands of people each year with her quirk and her skills she learned hopping onto the two years nursing course she took after graduating hero school.

Amelia enters the tall building, her brothers agency. This building could almost be called a skyscraper with 20 something floors to it plus a giant basement with a 15 car garage underground. She heads to the elevator as she scans her ID and pushes the apartment floor. Which is floor 18 through 23, she's on floor 19.

It's less than a minute ride up to her apartment floor and she exits and heads to her room, again scanning her card and entering in and shutting the door, which she slumps again sighing.

She gets out of her slump quickly kicking off her shoes by the door and placing her now empty coffee cup in the trash can as she enters the kitchen area.

"Stubby I'm home!" She says in her usual soft tone though it's a bit louder than usual as she yells this out above normal volume.

It's not long with the pitter patter of pawed feet is heard and soon enough a three legged, one eyed, white cat hops onto the kitchen counter, purring loudly at her as she gets food out for the both of them, but not placing the note book with a pen on the counter before she prepares breakfast for the both of them.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting all night, I honestly didn't expect my brother to request back up from well.. me, last night." She says to her furry friend

The sound of a pen on paper is heard, when she finally has food and turns around to put both plates of chicken she just heated up for the two of them on the counter.

She reads the paper which said, 'was he grateful?'

She snorts a little as she rips a piece of chicken off and pops it in her mouth, "you've known me and my brother for how long? He'd rather shoot his foot or fight a villain than admit I managed to help him, especially after telling him to stop telling me I should just quit heroing all those years ago." She complains a little to her friend.

The white furred cat rolls it's single eye  before writing on the paper, 'dont remind me, I thought maybe he wouldn't be a dick to you for once, considering you dropped your one night off to help him with this mission.'

Amelia's red eyes soften, "yeah.."

It's silent for a few moments longer as the sound of chewing takes over for a few minutes before Amelia takes the plates and starts washing them.

She sighs again and says, "maybe.. I should move out or something. Move to a different state, get out from my brother constant shadow. I'm sure there are plenty of other states needing heros and, ya know me! I don't exactly care for fame or fortune though money is always nice hehe~" she giggles cutely for a moment before her face falls, she looks at the wall across the kitchen and it has some pictures.

Most of them are with her older brother when they were younger, and her first day becoming a hero. There's nothing new or recent on the wall besides the pictures of her and Stubby.

*It's.. all my fault.. if I wasn't so useless.. maybe we could have stayed close.*

Unknown to her, Stubby watches her, and his yellow eye narrows and intrigued at her words. This is his human, and as many as much as he tried to understand human dynamics he can't ever understand the reason why her older brother would be so mean, he's nice one minute then making her feel completely shitty the next. Keeping her under his thumb like that's gonna protect her.

*Amelia.. I'll do my best to get you someplace better than here, you deserve a place to flourish without people who work for your brother or admire him so much stopping you. it's about time I reach out to my old friend.* Stubby thinks as he watches his human take her face mask off and place it on the cabinet and heads to her room to shower.

He rips the paper out he just wrote on out of the note book by his teeth, and begins to write..

AUTHORS NOTE

Here's what the lovely Amelia's hero costume it's one of those sleeveless hoodies!

I'm hoping your liking this so far.

#mha #fanfic #bnha #the teaching assistant #class 1a #nezu mha #aizawa shouta

[dumbbitchfrommars]

on another note (please let me distract myself from my pathetic past times) - MY PRESENTATION WENT REALLY WELL! well as well as i am capable of. i was reading from the cue cards the entire time but my script was good and so were my slides. i was shaking but my voice was steady, and my knees didn't buckle from the adrenaline-anxiety, so i think i did pretty fucking fantastic. for the others who are used to presenting and dont know the depths of my shame associated with a lifetime of crippling anxiety - its easy to critique my lack of connection with the audience. but in all honesty... IT IS SUCH A PRIVILEGE AND AN HONOUR TO RECEIVE SUCH CRITICISM. like, my presentation was substantial enough to even receive comments. and you understood what i said, and you listened to me, and it wasnt completely terrible, and i didnt have to watch myself so i survived. and i did it!!! it makes me cringe to imagine seeing myself up there not even glancing up at them for a second but sometimes you have to do what you can to get through difficult situations. i am so fucking proud of myself. like... i can hear my inner child jumping for joy. im actually fucking traumatised from the one time i tried to present in grade 7 and the dickhead class clown made fun of me for having badly made slides. in retrospect... he was criticising me because i was the teachers pet and was probably jealous of how smart i really was. and its easy to pick on someone whos already shy. but man did that fuck me up. and that shyness carried on into high school. i cant believe no one saw me and thought hm, she looks like shes struggling, maybe she needs counselling. maybe she needs help. maybe she deserves a little compassion. instead everyone took advantage of their power over the girl raised to be a people pleaser and subservient to authority. NOW LOOK AT ME YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! i wont listen to bullshit from anyone. not kim telling me oh, but makeup wont get paid as much as here, oh youll probably only get around $28 an hour. GUESS WHAT BITCH, I GET THE SAME EXACT RATES AS THIS SHITHOLE. and ill be even happier doing it. no more drunks, no more creeps, no more druggies, no more aggros, no more smelly homeless weirdos, and no more energy vampire coworkers.

fuck you scott for being less mature than me, someone probably less than half your age. i am the adult when youre around and it must make you so fucking insecure. anyway. i always get like this before the weekend when i am forced back into that hell hole place.... at least i dont have to deal with the annoying ones tomorrow. and fridays are usually more fun because there are more young people heading out for the night.

working in alcohol is just not appropriate, safe, fun, or nurturing for a beautiful 22 year old girl. sorry guys. i got to go. its not my fault my energy triggered you because youre old and afraid of change and settled for a shitty job just because it paid well. LIFE IS FOR LIVING NOT FOR MAKING MONEY.

on that note, i know its a privilege to up and leave a job simply because the "vibes werent right". its a privilege to say money doesnt matter to me. and its a privilege to choose a job based on my personal preference and not on survival. but its a privilege we all have, if youre willing to work hard enough. im sick of lowering my voice and downplaying my strengths and my achievements for fear of pissing people off, for triggering people, for bringing their insecurities to light. LET ME WIN IN PEACE FOR ONCE. smile for me for once. pretend to be happy for ME for once.

i hate fucking pretending its not that big of a deal when its secretly a huge deal for me. i have achieved so fucking much in the last year of my life. i finished an undergraduate bachelors degree, i got a new job and excelled in it, literally made all the customers prefer me over my longstanding coworkers who are miserable with the worst attitudes even towards me who is nothing but kind and friendly. i started and honours degree whilst working part time - and im excelling in that too. because i am hardworking as much as everyone wants to pretend im not, and that im not that capable, and that i need things to be explained to MAYBE YOU SHOULD FUCKING LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE. cause i clearly have a lot more going for me that you want to believe. i might only be 22 but i was raised to work hard and strive and always find something new and better to challenge me to work towards. anyway, i also went on a trip to europe this year . though it feels like ive already erased that from my memory, cause it didnt go the way i wanted it to. anyway. i know how to handle my finances, i am independent, i am strong, i push myself. i joined a gym after years of avoiding and bein afraid and not believing in myself enough to do it. I AM PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY STRONG AND GETTING STRONGER EVERY DAY. ugh . i just wish people could see that. i wish people appreciated that...

yes i was very sad to say i was leaving my job. but God instantly reminded me why i wanted to leave in the first place. why i decided to make that application, go to that interview, and pray for months on end that my time to leave would come soon. because no matter how much love and kindness i pour into that place, it will always take and never give. i am completely drained by it. i will break if i stay there. and i cannot fucking wait to leave and know that slowly but surely, every single one of the stupid, pathetic alcoholics that frequent that place will notice my absence and be disappointed that im gone. and they will wonder why, and they will realise and know, that the people there were so fucking terrible to me that i had no other choice but to find something better. that in their own little way, they contributed to me leaving.

even my manager. i already know im gonna miss him like crazy when i leave but its for the best. not only is this crush fucking relentless and so stupid, but hes not even that great, and he doesnt deserve my respect and adoration to this level. as cute and funny he is, he is just another white man. sigh

i didnt realise i had such a rant to get out... i think scott triggered me yesterday. the good thing is i dont really notice in the moment how much of a man child hes being, so he doesnt get the satisfaction of my irritation in person. but i wont forget that he dipped and i didnt get a break after being on my feet for 6 hours straight. fuck you, old man.

[fficway]

I had to put this somewhere as this has been living rent free in my head for the past week, so here it is:

Obey Me Brothers, and Their Preferred Sexual Positions/Kinks!

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

This is written as headcannons and MC is Gender Neutral!

Lucifer:

Firstly, Lucifer is definitely a switch.

He's a dominant person normally, but during Guest Appearances he enjoys when MC whips him, AND he's always willing to call MC "Master" when it comes up

Next, when everyone was sucked into Levi's game, Lucifer skipped classes because Diavolo wasn't in that world and he enjoyed the freedom

SO!! This makes me think he has fantasies of slacking off from his work as he pleasures you 👀

Specifically: it gives him a rush knowing that he's purposely not working just to fuck you, with the possibility of getting caught any time!

If you fuck in his office, he's the dom, no question!

He is still a work driven demon, so it would take some time pushing his buttons to get him to that point of abandoning his responsibilities

You do so by teasing him or by playing the sexy aloof card to get him almost drooling

If you fail, the worst that would happen is he would dismiss you from his office and punish you later in the bedroom when he's finished.

But if you succeed...

Your prize (punishment) will be Lucifer's favorite position:

You splayed across his desk, papers scattered everywhere as he rails you!

He'll first lock the door to give you a "proper lecture," and the look in his eye would make your lovely areas heat with excitement

He'll have you bent over his desk, pounding into you while lecturing you

Throwing in some degradation and spanking as he pleases (and it pleases you)

He loves to hear you get loud with his name on your tongue. He wants everyone in the House of Lamentation to KNOW your his, and being fucked good in his office.

Its also a dare for anyone to try to interrupt the two of you and reap the consequences

I repeat: Purposely slacking off from his work to rail you is such a rush for him

Of course, he also enjoys being pleasured from you under his desk as he works too ;)

For the Bedroom: I think Lucifer would def have a bondage kink (you or him wearing it, it doesn't matter to him!)

He is responsible with the after care as well!

Mammon:

It's literally a character trait of his that he's greedy. I mean, he IS the Avatar of Greed!

He's also a Tsundere who gets flustered easily!

So, Mammon always wants more of everything! You give him a kiss on the cheek, he'll want one on the mouth.

"How do you expect that to be enough to satisfy the great Mammon! That isn't nearly enough" (of course he says this with a blush as his Tsundere self can't just ASK for another kiss!)

So you give him a kiss on the lips.

"More"

Then another.

"More"

Then some tongue action.

"More"

Then his kisses will wander to your neck.

"More. I want all of you MC. Every inch. I want you to be mine"

HOWEVER! He would never push you to do anything you don't want to do or aren't ready for!!

Now going onto his favorite position 😏

Its canon that he likes to have things easily without having to work, so he'd love it if you ride him from on top!

He loves where he can see as much of you as possible! He wants to take all of you in!

Mammon is very vocal about what he wants from you during your sexy time!

As for his bedroom talk, his tsundere self would normally beat around the bush when he's trying to be honest, but once he's in an intimate position with you, he'd be showering you with all of the secret thoughts and feelings he has of you that he'd normally hide!

His hands would wander every inch as he'd praise your body

He would kiss you where he could and tell you about how much he adores you

When you talk to him, he'd definitely have a praise kink!

Being lectured by his brothers all the time just gets frustrating to him, and even if it were consensual, he wouldn't prefer being degraded sexually because this is the moment when he's the most honest and vulnerable with you

(Though I'm not saying he wouldn't like it every now and then 👀)

If you told him how great he is, and how amazing he makes you feel, he would be THRILLED

He wants you to feel as amazing as you are

He would be vocal through the entire thing, but as for volume, even though he normally has a loud mouth, he'd probably keep it down as he wouldn't want Lucifer interrupting you two 😂

Mammon on top would definitely bring out his true demon form, and he'd get more bossy with telling you what "more" he wants from you ;)

Of course he would push for aftercare in the most tsundere way

"You probably can't walk after I made you feel so good, so let me get what you need to clean up" (Face RED)

He loves cuddles and for you to fall asleep on his chest :3

(He also totally drools in his sleep!)

Leviathan:

This Otaku would totally be into role playing xD

Would have you dress as one of his favorite characters (if you're willing)

At first he'd be so out of it trying to comprehend if this blessing of you in front of him is real life or not before ending up too nervous to do much at first.

So, you end up with a foreplay reward system as he plays his video games to comfortably ease into it!

The more he wins, the more action he gets ;D

From kissing, to groping, to giving him a blow job as he plays his games until he can't take it

Which leads to his favorite:

Shower Sex!

As Leviathan, the aquatic demon, he'd feel most comfortable (and feel like you have more privacy)

To him it feels like he gets to be closer to you

He loves to be able to touch you all over as you fuck

This boy is LOUD!!

"UUUAAAAAUUUGGH!!"

(This is canon, we all know this xD)

As for vocal kinks, this Otaku would probably love it if you used allusions to his favorite games in some sexy way

"Like Ezio, I'm great from behind and above"

"I know my way around the cleft of dimension, want me to show you?"

"Are you up for a little tactical insertion?"

He'd also love skinny dipping and fucking you in pools and lakes too for sure! ;3

You can clean up easily in the shower afterwards!

Cuddles!!! (You replace his body pillow! What a privilege!)

Asmodeus:

It is no question this man has a LOT of experience

He loves it every which way and more!

He's all for the Vanilla but LIVES for the kinky stuff

Praise kink to the GODS!

As long as you're admiring him, he is happy!

He doesn't need a scene set to get to business, he's ready to go anytime!

Which is why its more than likely his favorite sex is Public Sex.

He loves to share with the world the art of sex and the beauty that is the two of you in intercourse!

This of course would depend on your comfort! If you wanted to keep your sexual encounters private, he would oblige!

He's a pleaser!!

He loves admiration, and he loves sex, so as long as you're happy with how he's fucking you, and you're vocal about it, he is pleased himself!

Position-wise, I think whatever is your favorite is what he'd be ready and willing to do!

Basically any and every kink he loves, and is more than willing to be the top or bottom!

He can go for MANY rounds!

((@mogmoe drew their headcanon for what the brothers' tongues would look like while in their full demon forms and gave Asmo tentacle tongue so do with that as you will ;3))

(Sorry this seems kinda vague but I mean anything you can think of he's probably already done it and more, and enjoys every bit of it!)

Satan:

With how this man wants to be seen as an individual and not just a prior part of Lucifer, he wants to be SEEN during sex!

He's a dom! He can blush and act shy and all normally, but in the bedroom he is totally dominant!

Would definitely have some hot angry sex with you given his temper!

Pushing you up against a wall and fucking you stupid

Splay you across his book clad floor or toss you on the bed to rail you

But you always have to be looking at him!

"Who's the one fucking you right now?"

Loves hearing you say his name!

He'll kiss you every time just to taste his name coming off of your tongue

He also reads a ton of books, so this man has read his fair share about how to pleasure his partner properly ;)

No matter if you're on the bed or against the wall, you have to stay wrapped around him!

He wants to know how much you want him!

He'll deny you your orgasm to make you beg him and say his name

He'll eventually let you have your relief and loves if you'll hold him close as you do

Sweet forehead kisses after you both finish as he praises you

Proper aftercare! Whatever you need, he's sweetly obliging

He'll love to fall asleep in your arms! :)

Beelzebub:

First of all, this man almost never stops eating

He'll give you plenty of affection, but he'll usually be stuffing his mouth or snacking as he does.

But he's not neglectful! It's just his nature as the Avatar of Gluttony that he's always hungry!

So you play into this so that he enjoys the process as you get him in the mood 👀

Using whatever treat you like to eat, you eat it in front of him, but only have the smallest portion possible (for example, maybe just two or three pieces of candy)

Of course he'll ask for a piece, so that's when you'll hit him with "Oh I'm sorry Beel, but that was the last one"

Before he has a chance to get sad about it (or you can wait until he pouts since he's adorable) you offer to share the last piece

Naturally he'll want to share it

But its already in your mouth ;)

He'll shyly kiss you to get a taste of the treat off your lips

"So soft"

He'll kiss you again, but this time with a flick of his tongue

He'll make another remark, but this time about the taste of the treat

"I want to taste more"

Cue the tongue action!

If the treat is still in your mouth, prepare to fight to keep it

If it isn't still in your mouth, he'll explore every inch to taste what's left of it

This man uses his mouth muscles to eat pounds of food every day, so he is a fantastic kisser!

He'll get so invested in the taste of you that he forgets about the treat altogether

This is where it gets steamy 😏

He wants his mouth everywhere

On your neck

Your chest

Your shoulders

Your stomach

There's not much sex talk from him because his mouth is always busy on you, but he makes plenty of comments to compliment you and your body!

Eventually, he'll want to taste the best parts of you 😏

His favorite: having his mouth on your nether regions ;)

He'll get so invested that he'll accidentally transform into his true demon form

((@mogmoe 's headcanon for Beel's tongue while in his true form was large like the size of a cow's tongue, so I'm playing off that!))

If you're a person with a vagina, his large tongue will be pumping in and out to taste every inch of your walls/If you're a person with a penis, he'll suck you like a popsicle to get your juices, and you know he can deep throat with no issue

If you like getting your ass eaten, he'll do that too

All the while you hold onto his horns like handle bars as he works his magic tongue and mouth

He doesn't have a preference for how you talk during sex, but if you praise him, it would definitely make him happy and encourage him to do more for you!

If you want to get him off too, he definitely loves 69ing!!

It feels to him as if you're both sharing a meal together, but in a more special and intimate way!

Afterwards, he would be super sleepy. He'd pull you close and be like a very large teddy bear cuddling up to you.

(Though he would wake up later for some midnight snacks!)

Belphegor:

I can already tell you now: Lazy Fucking!

This man loves to cuddle as much as possible!

He'll sleep with his head in your lap, he'll fall asleep on your shoulder, he'll spoon you (little or big, it doesn't matter to him!)

If he wants to get steamy after waking up with his head in your lap, he'll start to work with his mouth as his face is already down there

If he wakes up with his head on your shoulder, he'll start lazily kissing along your neck

During cuddling, his hands will mindlessly wander. He may reach back to get handsy if he's the little spoon. Or he might grind on you a little while kissing your neck from behind if he's the big spoon.

But his favorite: lazily fucking you from behind

Laying on top of you, his chest pressed to your back, his hand intertwined with yours, all as his dick slowly pumps in and out of you

He would whisper sweet praises to you, maybe tell you about what he dreamed while he was asleep!

His other hand would help to assist with your pleasure.

He probably would be too tired for aftercare, but for you he's always willing to do it!

Of course more cuddling will follow!

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I dont know if it's obvious but I'm still kinda new to Obey Me! I'm in chapter/lesson 13, so if some of these seem OOC, please let me know! This is my first time publishing headcanons, or rather any of my writing in general, so let me know what you think!

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me luci x reader #obey me levi x mc #obey me levi smut #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo x mc #obey me asmo smut #obey me satan #obey me satan smut #obey me satan x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel smut #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me belphie x reader #obey me belphie smut #headcanon #obey me headcanons