#BAAAAAAAABE

[usertoxicyaoi]

“Are you sure it was nothing? All the things we said to each other, what we did to each other, and the emotion we felt. Are you sure it was all nothing? Hyung, look at me. Look straight into my face. I feel like I’m going crazy when I look at your face. Don’t you feel the same? I remember every moment we spent together. And whenever I think about that time, it makes me very happy. You feel the same, right?” THE EIGHTH SENSE (2023) - Episode 8.

[joshduhamels]

Josh Duhamel Hosts The Upcoming New Reality TV Competition Series "Buddy Games" On CBS | 2023.

[quiveringdeer]

Hello Nat 🥰Currently chewing on an idea I’d like to share. Imagine being Overhaul’s pretty wife and when Shigaraki wrecks his shit he decides to take you for himself. Hyping himself up as the biggest baddest villain and giving you this speech about how you’re HIS woman now instead and that if you make sure to please him your life will be good. And he’s fantasizing to himself about this power dynamic and about having you desperate and on your knees for him and so on. Only to turn beet red and start stammering and stuttering when you nod your head and take his arm in yours. He’s practically combusting on the way back to the League with you that close to him and when you speak to him to ask him something his voice even cracks. In front of everyone. And when you sit nicely in his lap he can’t stop himself from cumming in his pants on the spot. And from that point on he can’t even touch you or really be near you without turning into a shaky, sweaty, blushing mess. Because as it turns out, he’s the biggest, most anxious and touch-starved virgin and his plans of dominating you and keeping you in an iron grip as his prize from Overhaul quickly go out the window. Because he can’t so much as touch you without having a heart attack, getting an aching erection, or both. It ends up being YOU being the one to have to initiate any contact with Tomura because, as much as he’d like to, he just, can’t. And it befuddles him that you’d even bother doing that bc of the whole, cutting your husbands arms off and kidnapping you to be his thing. He doesn’t realize that your life with Kai was extremely suffocating. Or that you have more freedom with the League than you ever did with the Shie Hassaikai. All he knows is that he’s desperate for your touch and your praise and that instead of putting a leash on you, you’re starting to put a leash on HIM 🥰

I can't believe I nearly doubted how in sync our minds usually are! Forgive me my beloved Tado!! 😭

Cause at first I was like, hmmm I don't really see Shiggy being all forward and demanding like that 😕 BUT THEN you fit me with the reality, which is that man was lying his ass off trynna fake it till he makes it and

YAAAAAAAAAAAAS ALL OF THIIIIIIIS

Gosh the way I'd gobble him up like no tomorrow!! 🤩🤩🤩

Uuugh the way he's soooo deprived of ALL contact and you just swoop your arm around his!!! okay but this also hits me deep cause all I wanna do since finishing the seasons is pamper him!! Like get this babe some rejuvenating moisturizers, oat milk bath soaks, we're only doing bubble baths from now on and he's gonna sit between my legs while I deepcondition his hair or just play with it in general!

oooo gosh okay the image of tomura with his hair pulled up and a lil bronze butterfly broach clipped on the back just hit me for some reason I dunno this is devolving fast but honestly this would all be so great!!

We got away from Kai and now we just need to figure out how to get Tomura from under AFO's thumb and everything will be golden 😌

[wildchildvdm]

And also knowing who made them *cries*

Thinking about Charlie in his die familie trunks on this silly Saturday night

[saul-goodboy]

man i would love to be able to cuddle with my partner for extended periods of time. alas, temperature dysregulation

[kazthegenderjuice]

@aug72

[sheyfu]

𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚? 🌹

— 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂!𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 [𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺��𝖾]

— 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌/𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎

— 𝖿𝗍. 𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝖾, 𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗒𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗂, 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗎, 𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂 𝗒𝗈𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂, 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈, 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗁𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖺, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾

𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 :))

itoshi sae: amor (love), mi vida (my life), mis amores (my darling) 

sae isn’t much of a talker. but when he does open that mouth of it, words of trust and love flow out from his lips (at least that’s the case for you.)

itoshi rin: y/n, stupid, dumbass

while all of these sound derogatory and basic, it’s just how rin expresses his love for you. it’s not that he doesn’t like to call you pet names (he calls you "love" once in awhile), he just doesn’t get why you have to call your lover by other terms?!@# he just wants to keep it simple. (plus he loves your name so much ueueueue)

shidou ryusei: darlin’, sweets, doll 

yup the typical fuckboy pet names. i don’t even have an explanation as to why but he loves calling you these (especially sweets).

kaiser michael: mein liebling/schatz (my darling), mein liebe (my love), mein herz (my heart)

mikka LOVESSSSSSSSS calling you these on a daily basis to the point some of his teammates (noa and even isagi 😭) even call you these instead of your name (he gets extremely jealous and pouty). 

bachira meguru: baby, bee, sweetheart

ah yes, the typical corny ass pet names. some people might yuck it but in bachira’s words, ‘don’t yum my yuck’ (you told him it was yuck my yum). no one can stop him, he’s just too in love with you (plus he calls you these to spite kaiser). 

isagi yoichi: princess, babe, sunshine

here comes the king of cringe yoichi. now, he doesn’t see anything wrong with these; it’s just the people around him are making a big fuss about these. they’re really cute! and his partner’s really cute too!

mikage reo: love, darling, sweetheart

he likes calling you simple, yet classy endearments. his favourite one to call you tho is definitely ‘love’. simple endearments for a lovely guy indeed. 

nagi seishiro: babe, y/n, darl’

now, seishiro doesn’t really like talking which is why these are really simple (but they’re so cute with the way he drags them out like “baaaaaaaabe” or “y/nnnnnnn”). but when he’s in a silly goofy mood (especially when he finishes a game), he’ll call you darl’ or just darling with a stupid smirk on his face.

chigiri hyoma: love, stupid, y/n

i just imagine hyoma to be a silly lover. someone who you can playfully banter with and someone you can love without limits. he’s just a simple guy. (he WILL beg you to buy him his hair care materials, comb his hair and style his hair). 

baro shoei: princess, darling, bunny

he says these to rile you up and make you all blushy and giggly. that’s it. that’s the explanation mhm mhm.

kunigami rensuke: princess, love, my dear

he’s a BIIIIIIIIIIIG softie in my eyes. he’s so soft-spoken and HSAASFDIS i can hear him say these im not even kidding (i’m delusional) 

OKAY YAYYY ANOTHER BANGER POSTED!! (will post more btw HUHDUHIEJROA) i hope this was enjoyable for everyone!! thanks for being here and hope to see you again! comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated <3 (what the hell thats a lot of tags 😭😭)

[fandoms-my-fandoms]

HEY TO THE BRIDGERTON FANDOM AND THE POLIN FANDOM.

Baaaaaaaabe…wake uuuuuuuup…It’s time for part 6 of incorrect Polin/bridgerton quotes that I have saved to my phone that I thought would be a CRIME to gatekeep them from all of you in the tumblr community!! (We LOVE run on sentences don’t we besties. Anyway…I STILL DONT REMEMBER WHO ORIGINALLY POSTED THESE INCORRECT QUOTES. NONE OF THEM ARE MINE AND BLESS THE MINDS AND KEYBOARDS OF THE PEOPLE WHO *did* ORIGINALLY POST THESE).

Lemme know if you want part 7. These are taking up sooooooo much storage in my phone. I have too many. Literally. Love you all!!! Xoxo 😘

[toomuchracket]

scary movies (birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

day 3 of promptober75! this is less about scary movies than it is about the two of them musing on romance. but they do watch bones and all! i don't think there are any spoilers, but don't yell at me if there are please lol this isn't proofread. yeah, this is just a cutely weird little fic about some cutely weird people. i hope you enjoy!

"baaaaaaaabe, hurry up. i miss you!"

you can hear the pout in matty's voice, even from the next room of the hotel suite. picking up the bowl of m&ms in one hand and the open bottle of champagne in the other, you pad back into the bedroom. "how can you miss me? you've been with me the whole day."

"i always miss you when i'm not right beside you, no matter how long it's for," matty replies, sitting up on his knees on the bed to carefully take the bowl and bottle from your hands. the way his stomach muscles shift with the movement makes your knees run the risk of shaking. "the night before our wedding is going to be hellish for me. are you sure we can't just stay together? al green it?"

"baby, it's tradition."

"peer pressure from dead people, you mean."

"fine, another reason, then. oh, here's one - absence makes the heart grow fonder. you can't argue with Classical poetry."

"try me, babe."

you sigh. "matty, sweetheart, love and light of my life, sole occupant of my head and heart… it's only for twelve hours of our lives. and we will literally be on the same floor of the same building. it'll be fine!" 

matty quirks a brow.

god, he's stubborn. you inhale deeply before you talk again. "alright. i'll wait until the bridesmaids are asleep and then we can sneak out together for a walk. but i'm not sleeping with you at all - in either sense, actually - regardless of how crippling your separation anxiety is."

"i can work with that, darling. thank you," matty smiles and leans up to kiss you.

before he can, though, you place your index finger on his pretty lips. "not so fast, healy, i have a caveat: i'll only do it if we can share a cig."

matty rolls his eyes, and nudges your finger from his face with a quick head movement. "should've seen that one coming. christ, fine. one cigarette, and that's it. don't want any rattling coughing fits during our vows."

you giggle, leaning down to kiss him; the speed with which his face softens afterwards is comical, almost cartoon-like. "thanks, angel."

"mmm, can't wait to marry you," matty murmurs against your lips. "nor can i wait for you to get into bed with me so i can cuddle you the way i've wanted to all day."

"point taken, baby, just let me…" your face screws up as you reach around to unclasp your bra through your (matty's) t-shirt, before pulling it out from under the soft material and launching it towards the open suitcase in the corner of the room. relief palpable, you climb onto the bed and grin at an enamoured matty, now sitting against the plush headboard and swigging champagne. "freedom at last."

"you know, i'd gladly do that for you, sweetheart," matty smirks, tugging you onto his lap with one arm. "in the name of feminism, and all."

"as much as i commend your attempts to champion the gender, baby, i'll pass," you smile, enjoying the tiny moan that slips from your fiancé's lips as you weave your hands into his hair. "because i know if i let you do that, your hands are gonna end up on my tits, and then we'll never get anything done."

"oi, that's not true," matty frowns (cutely). "we'll get each other done. and i know you enjoy that. as do i, my god."

his lips attach themselves to your neck, making their way down; your insides begin to liquify, but you fight through the slight haze of pleasure and stand your ground. "yeah, i really do enjoy it. but, baby, there's other stuff i enjoy doing with you that i wanna do too, yeah? like… watching this film we agreed we were gonna put on tonight."

matty groans against your skin. "must we?"

"yes. you promised me, matty," you say, as firmly as you can with his lips still attached to your collarbone. "we watched the irishman yesterday because you wanted to, and you said we could do bones and all today. it's only fair."

"a romance film about cannibalism," matty mutters to nobody in particular. "it's foul, that concept."

"well, fair is foul and foul is fair."

"what?"

"macbeth. shakespeare. can't argue with him. anyway," you say, shuffling around so matty can lean back against your chest. "can i put the film on now?"

a deep sigh, one that seems to drag itself up from the depths of matty's soul. "depends."

"on?"

"it depends," matty begins dramatically. "on if you're going to spend the rest of the day thirsting over timothée chalamet or not."

"you know, i seem to like him a lot more in your head than i do in real life."

"really?"

"yeah."

matty hums, appeased. "sick. go on, then, stick it on."

you press a kiss to matty's temple and snake a hand across his torso to hold his own. matty brings it to his lips, and the contact seems to release a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. "thank you, lover."

the beginning of the film passes without much incident; that is, until the first lightly gory scene. you wince a little at the sound of cracking bone, but you're nowhere near as bad as matty, who almost upends the bowl of sweets resting on his lap and vigorously shakes his head as if it'll erase the memory from his brain. 

once it passes, he reaches for the champagne on the bedside table and takes a long drink, before passing the bottle to you. "maybe you'd better hang onto that, darling."

"alright, baby."

despite both of your respective silences,  and although you can't see matty's face, you can picture the disgust colouring his features from the way his head tilts against you as the film progresses. he doesn't speak until the film's main villain is introduced, reaching back for the champagne with a "creepy fucker, that one"; this sentiment is built upon at the shot of a james joyce book in said fucker's residence. "oh, christ, he really is suspicious."

despite your own discomfort towards the happenings on-screen, you grin at matty's assessment. "i mean, yeah, baby. but i think the lurking and creeping kinda gave that away already."

"well, obviously. but that book's an extra layer of him being an absolute wrong'un."

you giggle, wrapping your other arm around matty and resting your head on his shoulder. with a happy little huff of air through his nose, matty turns slightly to kiss your cheek; the two of you stay like that, cosied up in a tableau of casual domestic intimacy. it's sweet, for a while, and comfortable - matty even rips the piss out of you at a particular scene involving timothée chalamet and a cornfield, touting it as "your dream movie death, babe". 

(he's lowkey not wrong.)

the sweet moment breaks somewhat, though, as the film progresses and matty gets increasingly more grossed out. with every drop of blood spilled, every jumpscare, every mere mention of the "eating" driving the plot, the muscles in his limbs loosen and contract back into tension, soundtracked by a chorus of gasps, gulps, groans of disgust, and the odd "oh for fuck's sake" when things get really horrid. in spite of your own discomfort at some of the gore, you can't resist fucking with your fiancé a little bit; amidst a silently fraught moment for maren, the protagonist, you lean right next to an unsuspecting matty's ear and crunch a handful of m&m's in your mouth. he practically hits the ceiling in fright, and pinches your thigh with a "not fucking funny". but he doesn't let go of you at all, however grumpy you make him, holding you like a lifeline throughout. in fact, by the time the credits start rolling, matty's fully squished his face into your ribs to get away from the gore on screen, thumbs rubbing your thighs so quickly to try and calm his noticeably thumping heart that you fear he might accidentally set your skin ablaze. 

despite his terror, though, you have to hold back a laugh. "matty, sweetheart," you say, trying with all your might to keep your voice steady. "were you scared of that movie?"

"no, just unnerved by it," comes the clearly- untrue reply, muffled by your cotton-mix-clad chest. "like, they were just constantly eating raw? really? mingin'."

you can't hold back a derisive cackle now, though. "you're freaked out at people eating raw meat? you fucking hypocrite!"

"i wasn't eating people, was i?" matty protests.

"i don't know, i think you ate with it at finsbury."

matty scoffs, but you feel him smile against you. "you're a right weirdo, sometimes, you know that?"

"and you're a scaredy-cat, you know that? honestly. can't even handle a bit of cannibalism in a movie. pussy."

your fiancé pulls back from your chest to look at you, and you regret your words immediately as soon as you see the shit-eating grin on his face. "well, you are what you eat."

an immediate facepalm. "i can't stand you."

"that ring on your left hand suggests otherwise, darling," matty kisses said ring, then presses little pecks up your finger to the tip. "and look at that - you can be romantic and kiss fingers without wanting to munch on them. this film is nonsensical. i mean, i get it's some metaphorical thing about loving people for who they truly are, but jesus, the cannibalism isn't half disgusting."

"hmmm, i don't know," you muse, twirling matty's curls around your fingers. "i think there's something romantic about it. the ending with maren and lee, at least."

matty peels your fingers out of his hair and moves to face you, his beautiful face contorted into the most bewildered expression you think you've ever seen. "are you on something right now?"

"i'm serious! it's romantic, if ill-advised. and messy."

"sweetheart," matty shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "politely - what the fuck are you on about?"

you smile. "well, it's all about desire, and lust, yeah?"

"yeah, i get that, but…"

"so, it's just needing somebody so much that you, well, you consume them in their entirety. and also, like," you continue, pushing your slipping glasses back up your nose. "there's an element of closeness to it, too. how much more intimate can you get than having your lover being broken down in your digestive system, literally fuelling you the way their love does so emotionally? oh, and devotion! giving yourself up to your lover like that to sustain them? you're together forever. yeah, it's disgusting, but you can't deny there's a romance to it, matty, you really can't."

he looks like he wants to, though. "but it's so violent."

you roll your eyes. "says the man who wrote a song about the idea of cracking his girlfriend's skull open, just so he could know exactly what she was thinking. and i thought that was sweet, and romantic."

matty opens his mouth as if to disagree, then closes it and shrugs. "actually, you've got a point, darling," he smiles almost shyly, tracing patterns in the bare skin of your shin. "i wrote that about you, you know."

"you did? aww, baby," you coo, pulling your fiancé's face towards you so you can kiss all over it. "i had no idea!"

"oh, come on, babe, who the fuck else would it have been about?" matty scoffs. "used to daydream about being so intimate with you like this, just hearing you think out loud, as unedited as you'll ever get."

you smirk. "bet you didn't think the thoughts would be about the inherent romance of cannibalism, huh?"

matty laughs, leaning in to kiss you slowly, deeply, passionately. "no, but it doesn't matter. i love you regardless."

"i love you too. and i promise i won't try to eat you, baby."

"nor will i take a heavy object to your skull, sweetheart. however," matty smirks, shuffling down the bed to rest his head in the gap between your legs. "i would quite like to eat you in a slightly different sense, if you'll allow."

"oh, go on then."

[sundove88]

To all my beautiful friends!!

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[tixdixl]

I'm currently sick and low on spoons so I can't draw this Halloween script idea I had into a comic... so I hope you don't mind me posting the script instead.

Also thanks as always @cyanide-latte for letting me include Ren. Oisín appreciates his existence so much.

Script below the cut

Lilia: Mm~? Love of my life, I expected you to be all dolled up and ready for the festivities tonight. You're not even dressed up. •^•

Ortho: Yeah, come on, you two!! Halloween only comes once a year. We can play games whenever!!

Oisín: //tv monitor swivels as they stare at Ortho and what Ortho is wearing

Oisín: [No]

Lilia: Aw but baaaaaaaabe, you'd look so regal and intimidating in armor~

Oisín: [...my actual armor is less bulky... Also I prefer my monitor over an immovible jack-o-lantern thanks]

Ortho: //connecting the dots

Ren: is there a reason we have uniform costumes anyway?

Oisín: [I have no idea, but if we could do our own thing, I'd have a better idea. Less... on the nose.]

Ortho: ...Like what?

Oisín: //pulls out phone

Oisín: //holds up picture of a headless, hanged ghost

Lilia: ...Love of my life, how is that any different than the Headless Horseman?

Oisín: [At least I'm not committing identity theft.]

...

Ren: //snorts

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@cyanide-latte @blithesharem @boopshoops @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly

@the-trinket-witch @lumdays

Lmk if you want added/removed

[edulcorated-bunny]

Le dio pena tener que guardar las cosas de LuCi y de otros invitados que habían usado la habitación en el trastero, pero por otra parte le hacía DEMASIADA ilusión preparar la habitación para su beba.

Hace meses que la tienen medianamente preparada, la pintaron de rosa no porque sea una niña si no porque su madre es Candy y no quiere que la eche de menos cuando esta en ese cuarto, tiene una cunita también con sábanas rositas, un cambiador, y un armario que ya ha llenado de ropita adorable.

También han asignado ya el espacio de juego, con una alfombrita de gomaespuma co nel abecedario, y varios juguetes coloridos. Candy entra varias veces al día y da saltitos de ilusión.

Pero ahora ha entrado con un cometido mayor... Le han llegado al fin las pegatinas con su cara, la de Corey Whiskey, Missy, Destello y Centella. Y está muyyyy ocupada decorando el cuarto con ellas.

¡BAAAAAAAABE! Llama a @midnight-zebra. CREEES QUE EN ESTA PARED DEBERÍA HACER MISSY-WHISKEY-CENTY-WHISKEY-DESTY O DESTY-WHISKEY-MISSY-WHISKEY-CENTY?? ¡URGEEE! Por algún motivo, Whiskey es la que tiene más variedad de stickers.

[iris-sistibly]

BAAAAAAAABES OMG!!!! EPISODE 10 IS GIVINGGGGG!!!

It's giving cuteness, it's giving love, it's giving ✨QUEEN✨ it's giving fucking satisfaction my loves!

📍Let's start off with some really funny scenes brought to you by Hong Mama, it's so freaking satisfying to see her get humbled over and over and over again! Her getting off of her high horse has been long overdue tbh, that scene when she finally got her salary after work, only for Baek Mama to deduct it for the coffee she paid for (her), God her face was priceless. Everyone say it with me, "DESERVE!" Perhaps Mama Baek can teach her a thing or two about mothering. It's about time she learns that too.

📍Papa Hong and Papa Baek having a heart-to-heart conversation over their frustrations at losing something, and almost everyone seems to turn their backs on them. Them bonding over Kdrama while having a drinking session at the same time is probably one of the most wholesome scenes in the show.

📍Mama Baek being such a loving mama to Hae-in 😭😭 even though it's clear that she loves her son, she didn't tolerate Hyun-woo's bullshit when the latter confessed about Hae-in's illness and the divorce. I hope all parents will take note of this: you don't tolerate your kids' wrongdoings, you make them own up to their mistakes and guide them in doing the right thing. That's why Hyun-woo knows how to take accountability, his mother taught him well.

📍Soo-cheol is actually growing on me. He's an immature idiot at first, but he really has a big heart. He's the one who got fooled and dumped on yet he still worries over baby Geon-u and Da-hye. Yes he was hurt, but he loves Da-hye so much that he can't even bring himself to be angry at her. He sees the goodness in her and points at the right person who caused their family to crumble. I can't wait for him to man up and fight to bring his family back.

📍Oh my beautiful BaekHong, the "divorced" couple who acts like they're still married. Hae-in acting like a typical wife who scolds her husband for getting into trouble, but still takes care of him anyway and Hyun-woo the boxing champion trembling at his angry wife 🤣.

📍I also love the fact that they finally have that much needed talk about their marriage, what went wrong, what they could have done, and Hyun-woo having no regrets at marrying Hae-in and would gladly choose her again and again. Dear Lord, where can I get myself a Baek Hyun-woo?

📍But damn Hae-in exposing Eun-seong during the press conference was the BEST!!! Dude was so sure he was gonna marry her but Hae-in isn't the queen of Queens for NOTHING. He really did underestimate her, I kid you not when I say that I literally flipped my middle finger when the camera focused on Eun-seong *clears throat* with all due respect to Park Sung-hoon, you are a great actor sir but I loathe your character. Yoon Eun-seong is the very definition of "delulu is the solulu" again, Hae-in would rather die than be with him, and since this episode is so satisfying, I'm gonna save my rant for the next episode.

📍I have always loved the dynamics of Hyun-woo and Hae-in, they may be different in a lot of things but they complement each other in so many ways. For example, when someone is trying to fuck up the other, or when one of them is in danger, there will be hell. Hyun-woo is very protective of Hae-in, he'll fight tooth and nail for her even if it means getting hurt in the process. This man will fight for her to the death. Hae-in on the other hand is the type of person who would rather take all the pain to herself than seeing her loved ones suffer. She will never stand back when it comes to Hyun-woo, and when someone tries to fuck him up, she'll go above and beyond to save him, and she'll give you hell if you mess with her husband. Since the beginning they have always fought for each other, but in the next coming episodes I hope they'll learn to fight together because seriously, they are such a power couple.

📍Hae-in still calls Hyun-woo her husband 🥹🥹

📍Shout out to Grace for not being too stupid, you have chosen the right team to help ma'am. And Da-hye...girl, come back already.

[queenimmadolla]

Idk why but I’m picturing dad eddie participating in the trend of throwing a piece of cheese on your baby’s face

You’re picturing it because it’s something this dude would do 😂

He would most definitely flick a sliver of cheese onto your baby’s face and, depending on the reaction from her, either:

1.) Laugh like a hyena if she startled, plump little arms flailing for a moment before she manages to pull it off her face and pops it into her mouth to gnaw on.

2.) Pretend it accidentally flew out of his hand or maybe a who threw that at you, baby?? 😯 if she started crying and comfort her with some cuddles and back rubs as he tries to gaslight her, even though she can’t understand him.

Either way, you’re rolling your eyes out of fondness or if its the second option, trying not to laugh as you slap his arm with the back of your hand with a baaaaaaaabe! Because, c’mon. It’s funny!

[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 2: Hot Sugar

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.7k first|next a/n: date time date time date time. also m'eudail is scotts gaelic for my dear/darling.

The next three days were pure torture. Your brain was running with different ideas of what the news could possibly be and why he wouldn’t just tell you. Part of you kind of wish he had never mentioned the news, just made the date. Then the anticipation wouldn’t be suffocating you like it was now. At least the news seemed to be good considering how he delivered it. You felt like if it had been bad news, he would’ve told you already. 

You tried getting answers from him to no avail. Hell, you had even tried to ask your cousin and your friends. They all seemed to have no idea what the news was. Which, typically Kid was incredibly terrible at lying and keeping secrets, so he had to be in the dark about it too. He must’ve had no idea.

Not even begging helped. When he had his mind set on something like this, there was nothing you could do to make him give in. Sure, you could make Killer cave just about any other time. You were his weak spot and he could never say no to you. Sometimes, you used it to your advantage.

“Baaaaaaaabe, tell meeeee,” you whined on that Wednesday night, laying on his chest in your shared bed. 

He snorted, rolling his eyes with a grin. “What did I tell you last night?” You frowned, huffing slightly, moving his hair as you did so. “To wait patiently.”

“Exactly. I promise it'll be worth it.” He kissed you on the forehead, a mischievous glint in his eye - he was enjoying this. It wasn’t often he had the upper hand, so he was reveling in it.. “And if you're good, I'll be sure to give you a nice reward, alright?” His fingers traced up your spine and you shivered. If you currently weren’t so exhausted, you’d jump his bones right now.

You sighed again, burying your face in his chest, officially giving up. “Fiiiiine,” you groaned, muffled by his muscles. 

And you left it after that, not asking again. Sure, you made a jab here and there, seeing if he'd crack in the slightest, but it just wasn't the case. He was determined not to tell you ahead of time. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer, so you decided you’d wait everso impatiently.

Friday finally came and you couldn't have been more excited - you were almost vibrating. Mostly because you were going to finally know what he’d been keeping from you this entire time. He took you to class that morning. You were going to just call out from classes, but after he said that he wouldn’t have told you any sooner just because you did so, or adjust plans accordingly, you decided to bite the bullet and go.

Lucky bastard didn’t have Friday classes, so he was going to have all day to just sit and have a good time knowing you were suffering in class. Though, he’d been enjoying your suffering the last few days as well, so you shouldn’t have been surprised. The sadist. 

Time felt like it was moving at snail speed on purpose. The world knew you were mere hours away from what you’ve been waiting for for so long. You kept looking at the clock, only to realize hardly any time passed, torturing you even more. You couldn’t focus on any of your classes, your head only filled with what Killer had planned. So many what ifs in your head.

You ran into Hop at one point, hanging out with her until your next class. It seemed like the universe had some mercy on you as it had allowed both yours and her class to be let out early. You were able to now verbally complain about the pain and suffering you were going through - as if you hadn’t already texted her about it a million times already.

She listened, like the wonderful best friend she is. Then she laughed in amusement at your predicament. You might have been a little dramatic with your theatrics. “Maybe he's finally proposing,” she mused. You just looked at her, eyebrows furrowing. “He's already done that though?” 

“When you were thirteen. That doesn't count. He needs to do it again, properly.” She folded her arms, leaning against the tree. You hadn’t even thought of that possibility.

“Well, he knows I've never been one to care about grand theatrics like that. The little proposal in the park when we were thirteen was enough for me.” You frowned, fiddling with the small band around your finger that he’d given you that day. The two of you hadn’t even really talked about an official one.

“Maybe so, but maybe he wants to do it.”

You looked at her for a moment. “Wait. Did he tell you something? Do you know what it is? Is it that?” You narrowed her eyes at her. “What do you know? Hop, it is your duty as my best friend to tell me everything you know!” You had been so content with the way things were with your boyfriend that you hadn’t even thought of a proposal or if he even wanted to do an official one.

The only plan you had made so far regarding those things was the fact you were going to get married after you finished school.

Hop laughed, shaking her head, holding her hands up in surrender. “No, no. I don't know anything that you don’t know.. I'm just shooting the shit and guessing.” She shrugged, moving to readjust her ponytail. 

“Shooting very specific shit in my opinion,” you grumbled, folding your arms and pouting slightly. You groaned loudly, flopping on the ground. “It's been killing me.”

“Guess he's living up to his name then, huh?” 

You stared at her for a moment before both of you fell into a fit of laughter. “What's so funny?” A voice chimed. You looked up, seeing Bubblegum joining the two of you. 

It was the perfect opportunity for you to, once again, complain about having to wait. Hop watched with amusement as you went into your whole thing again. Bubblegum looked just as entertained as you ranted about it. 

“What if he’s proposing?” He finally said.

“That’s what I said!” Hop burst into laughter and you just stared at him.

“C’mon, one of you have to know something. How come you both came up with the exact same theory when I - his own partner - didn’t even think about it?”

Bubblegum snorted, shaking his head. “Probably because we are from the outside looking it. We’ve only known the two of you for a couple of years now. You two have known each other for over a decade and been together almost just as long. So, of course you’re not going to think it.”

Hop nodded, folding her arms and leaning against the tree. “It’s true. You guys are basically married already. I’m surprised you don’t call him your husband, honestly.” She snorted.

You huffed, your face turning bright red. “Well!” You opened and closed your mouth a couple more times before giving up. You didn’t even know what to say, making Hop and Bubblegum fall into more laughter.

You spent the rest of the time before your next class just tossing around some of the craziest ideas of what this news could possibly be. It was nice. Mostly because it helped time fly by quickly.

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When the bell rang to signal that your last class was over, you bolted for the door. You headed to the nearest bathroom, changing your clothes and cleaning yourself up for your date. You didn’t want to sit in your nice clothes during class, after all. You haven't gone out in a while, so you were excited to be able to dress nice for the occasion. 

Once dressed, you hurried your way to the parking lot where you knew Killer would be picking you up. You saw his pick up, your heart racing with excitement as you headed over. All of your suffering would end soon enough! 

He must've been keeping an eye out for you because as you grew closer to his truck, he hopped out, rounding around to meet you. 

You grinned widely, running up to him and jumping into his arms. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him as you kissed him. You were just so excited! You smiled against him and felt as he did the same. You heard a couple people whistle at the two of you and someone shouting to get a room.

Oh, you’d be doing something of that vein tonight, that much was sure.

“You look great, y/n,” he said with a smile. You returned the grin, love and affection evident on your face. “You look good too.” He wasn't dressed to the nines, neither were you. It wasn't your speed. But both of you were dressed in nicer clothes and looked a little more put together than you usually did - the usual look being graphic tees and ripped jeans for the both of you. You often wore Killers clothes anyway, so baggy was also your usual look. 

“Shall we get going?” You nodded at his question, jumping down as he opened the door for you. He helped you in before rounding to the drivers side. 

Killer’s truck was one that could be either a manual or an automatic. He preferred driving manual because he liked having the extra control over his truck, but when you rode with him, he would drive automatic. Solely for the reason being that he could rest his hand against your thigh as he drove. When it was in manual, he had to keep it on the stick shift so he could switch gears and such. When it was in automatic, he didn’t have to do all the extra shifting, so his hand was free to rest where it belonged - on you in some way.

You were basically bouncing in your chair. Sure, you've been on plenty of dates before. Of course you have, being together as long as you have, but you always enjoyed it as if it were a new experience every time. You just enjoyed spending time with him. He was your favorite person, after all.

You didn’t catch it because you were too distracted, but he watched you with amusement and love from the corner of his eye.

It didn't take long to arrive at the smoothie place. The town you had resided in was small. The college is the only reason there was ever traffic in this tiny place. During the summers, it was dead. Not that you really cared, you had your friend group, even if they did grow sparse over the summers. You still had the same four people to hang out with that you always did.

Killer parked, leaning over to kiss your cheek before hopping out to open the door for you. He helped you climb out. He knew you could do it on your own, but he just liked helping. It was also just another excuse to be close to you - to touch you. He was just as infatuated with you as you were with him. 

You headed into the building, a skip in your step as you walked. Killer’s arm wrapped around your waist as you headed inside. You looked around, admiring the new little joint - it was cute. It was busier than you thought it would be considering it was still new, but maybe that's also why it was popping. 

There were so many choices that you didn't know what to decide on. “These are some fancy smoothies,” your boyfriend said. You nodded, looking at the advertisement photos and other peoples tables. They seemed to be garnished with actual fruits or vegetables. “It's kind of really cool.”

The two of you ordered, waiting at the end of the counter for your drinks. 

“What movie are you gonna wanna see?”

You thought for a moment. “Either some B rated horror movie or a romcom.” You just wanted to see something light hearted. Besides, the two of you were sometimes terrible at actually watching the movie. It was as if the moment the lights went down - the two of you were immediately on each other. It’s also why you both always picked seats in the back and away from people. You knew your terrible habits.

It wasn’t long before your smoothies were done, heading to a table towards the back and sitting down. “This is the coolest smoothie I've ever seen.”  Naturally, you pulled out your phone, taking an aerial photo to send to your friends before taking the standard ‘date night!’ photo of the two of you before putting your phone away. 

Typically, you refrained from being on your phone while on dates. You would take one of two photos, but the rest of the time your attention was solely on the love of your life. It wasn’t a challenge either, you preferred it that way. You just took pictures for the memories and to look back on. Killer wasn’t really that much of a social media or phone person, so his was hardly out.

Most of the time, you were surprised if he even had it on him. You asked him once why that was and he just responded with ‘my whole world is right here, why do I need a phone?’ and it almost made you immediately cry.

You looked at Killer, staring at him expectantly. He blinked. “What?” You narrowed your eyes. “You know what.”

It dawned on him and he chuckled, shaking his head. “Not yet.” 

You inwardly groaned. Just how long was he gonna make you wait? He already made you wait three days, hasn’t it been torture enough?

“I want us to enjoy ourselves first.”

You paused from sipping your treat. “That…makes it sound like it’s not good news.”

Killer snorted, shaking his head. “It's definitely good news, but it's also big news.”

You narrowed your eyes. Maybe Hop was right. Maybe it was a proposal. He certainly wouldn't do it in the middle of a place like this with all these people. He knew you hated having eyes on you, so it would make sense if he wanted to wait to tell you. Though, you feel like if he was going to propose, he wouldn’t have called it “news.” “Surprise” would’ve made more sense.

Gah! What was it!?

“You're killing me here,” you grumbled, folding your arms and sitting back in your chair, going full pout mode. Your boyfriend watched you with an amused look on his face. 

“C’mon, don't be like that,” he mused, taking your chair and pulling you closer to him. You gasped at the sudden movement but tried to keep up your little pouting act by slightly turning from him. His lips found their way to your cheek, his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you in. “Baaaabe,” he crooned in his deep voice, kissing your cheek again. 

“I promise it'll be worth it.” Just as you were his weakness and couldn’t say no to you (most of the time), he was also your weakness. You struggled staying mad at him even if you were just being dramatic. He poked at your side and you tried to ignore him, but failed miserably as he kept doing it. You fell into a fit of giggles, turning towards him to catch his hands. “Okay! Okay. I'll be patient. I've waited this long. What's a couple more hours?”

“That's m'eudail,” he mused, kissing you. You smiled, leaning into him. You pulled away, honestly glad the two of you had picked a corner to sit in. That didn't stop stares from coming your way anyway, but you couldn't care less. 

“I love you,” he said once you pulled away, making you grin even more. “I love you too.” You kissed him once more before turning back to your smoothie.

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[pocket-ozwynn]

Sniffles, Cuddles, & Takeout

[University!AU]

Word Count: 966

Note: Credit goes to @cheeseybeans8 for this Ask which asked for the dialogue prompt of “You're really sick, you should go lie down. I can take care of this for you, don't worry” (taken from this prompt list) with Freyja being the sick one and Alice taking care of her. I appreciate your patience! 💜

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Freyja needed a hug.

This had been the most frustrating three days of her life. What had started off as a bit of soreness at the back of her throat had now blossomed into a frame-shuddering cough, no taste or smell, achy muscles, and burning, watery eyes that could barely stay open.

After nearly a week of being stuck in bed, she was finally starting to go a bit stir crazy. She had gone from the high of traveling and playing for a crowd of thousands at state finals last week, to the current low of coughing and sputtering like a sick puppy. If she had to stay cooped up in her apartment for one more day, she was going to cry.

The mattress creaked as she finally mustered the energy to roll over. She tried blinking away the fog from her most recent NyQuil coma to spy her boyfriend sitting on the edge of her desk. He typed away on his laptop with a mechanical pencil held in his teeth–a towering plastic to-go bag dominated the space behind him. He was fully absorbed in whatever he was working on because he didn’t notice her stir. 

Since she was no longer contagious, Alice had offered to stay for a few days to help her recover. And while Frey was normally loved being the strong one who could take care of herself and others, she had to admit that it was nice to have tender, loving company.

Mercy, she’d missed that pretty face of his.

“H-Hey.” Alice perked up at the sound of her haggard croak.

“Hey, big mama…” He cood sympathetically as he took his pencil to speak. “How are you feeling?”

“Diiiiiiisgustin’...” She tried to sound as chipper as possible, but the facade quickly devolved into a cough. Alice laughed. “What’s in the bag?” 

“Hm?” Alice looked over his shoulder. “Oh, it’s delivery from Sue Murphy’s–courtesy of the Griffins.”

Freyja tried to mimic The Squad’s warcry but her attempt was pathetic and phlegmy, so she gave up halfway. Alice burst into giggles while she managed a chuckle.

“I’ll hafta Venmo them later…” she rasped. Alice shook his head before setting his laptop to the side.

“Don’t you dare,” he replied. “I already took care of it.”

“Baaaaaabe,” Freyja groaned. 

“Don’t baaaaaaaabe me,” Alice chided with a smile as he stood up to smooth out his jeans. “I’M taking care of YOU, honey–that’s how it works when you’re sick.”

Freyja playfully screwed up her face and shook her head. “Naw, that doesn’t sound right…” Alice rolled his eyes and giggled. 

She lost track of him as he climbed down from her desk and dropped to the floor. After a minute or so, he came back into view as he crested the edge of her mattress. She watched him walking the length of her body–carefully stepping over the folds in the sheets and trying to avoid errant wads of tissue paper as he did so.

She noticed the determination in his eyes as he examined her. Despite the probably momentous task of taking care of a sick girlfriend well over twenty times his size, Alice looked undeterred. Maybe it was the sick brain…but something about that was incredibly sexy. 

She was just…enraptured. She watched him approach with bated breath, even though she could barely feel his footfalls disturb the mattress. Every urge screamed at her to just…grab him. Hold him. Wrap herself around him and not let him go. She felt so unbearably clingy and touchy right now, especially since this was the first time she’d really been able to spend time with him since getting sick; however, she restrained herself.

Alice walked up to her face and placed a hand on her cheek. She felt every single one of those precious fingers and couldn’t help but hum at the touch. She placed her fingers over his hand and forearm and smiled weakly.

“Oh lovey,” he caressed softly between finger and cheek. “My poor Giant…”

Freyja crooned, her eyelids fluttering as she nearly dozed off…but she hissed when she suddenly remembered what day it was. “W-Wait. Shoot, I was suppose’ta help Coach with the fliers for the fundraiser. Those are due, like…tonight. I need to get up-”

She started to pull her fingers away, but Alice didn’t move his hand.

“No, you’re not,” Alice corrected firmly, but lovingly. “You’re staying right here.”

Freyja blinked. “But-”

She was cut off as Alice placed his free hand on her lips. A shiver rolled down her whole body. Feeling his hand on her cheek was one thing, but on her lips? That miniscule touch was a candlelight in a dark room, and she paid deference to it.

Heat rose to her cheeks as she silently stared down at him.

“No buts,” he ordered with a raised eyebrow and smirk. A groan welled up within her throat, but it was silenced as Alice caressed her lower lip lovingly. Her brain was sparkling and she felt goosebumps at the feeling of him on her lips. “You’re really sick, babe. You need to lie down. Just let me take care of that, okay? I don’t mind pitching in to help, and I’m sure Miss Donovan is more than understanding. She’d want you to rest, and so do I gosh danggit.”

Freyja grumbled softly, but she closed her eyes as his touch melted her stubbornness.

“Mmmmmm…fine. But…I have a request.”

“Oh?”

“When you’re done…c-can…can you be my teddy bear for a bit? I just really need to hold you for a bit…”

Alice paused long enough to delicately kiss the tip of her nose.

“I’d be delighted to be your teddy bear, my colossal cutie... Let me get you your food, then I’ll give Miss Donovan a quick call. After that, I’m all yours.”